i love how blue her eyes are

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

—  Pablo Neruda
i could write you a paragraph about how the way you smile gives me butterflies. i could write you a page about how my skin tingles after you touch it. i could write you an essay on how often i get lost in your ocean blue eyes. i could write you a novel about how much i love you… but you wouldn’t read it.
—  you wouldn’t care

Guys, I just randomly found this pic of Ladybug AND LOOK AT IT. LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS. HER EYES ARE SO BIG AND BLUE, AND FULL OF DETERMINATION BECAUSE SHE’S A GODDESS AND SHE KNOWS IT. HER HAIR IS ON POINT, LOOK AT THE WAY IT FALLS OVER HER FACE. SHE HAS FRECKLES OMG WHY DIDN’T I NOTICE BEFORE. HER NOSE IS SO CUTE AND LOOK AT THOSE PINK LIPS. OF COURSE CHAT NOIR WOULD FALL FOR HER. MY BABY MARINETTE IS A MASTERPIECE. I’M PROUD. THANK YOU THOMAS.


ALSO, MAKE-UP GOALS. I LIVE FOR THOSE EYELASHES

heartcrystal08  asked:

Hi, heres a scenario the turtles woke up before their s/o and decided to watch her sleep. How would the s/o react if she woke up to the turtles watching them ? 💚

I think you meant to ask how would the boys react if she woke up to them watching her XD I had to re-read the question a couple of times before I noticed the grammar mistake.  It’s all good though!  

This turned out to be more of a short scenario more than anything though, not necessarily reactions.  Hope you don’t mind ^_^’’

Leo:

His dream had startled him awake, to open his eyes to see his love sleeping soundly in front of him.  Leo couldn’t shut his eyes again, waiting for his heart beat to slow.  His blue irises were glued onto his s/o’s face for the next few minutes, taking in their features of how bright they glowed even in this pit of darkness.  He lightly stroked their cheek with his hand and played with their hair.  Leo finally smiled when their eyes fluttered open.  “I couldn’t fall asleep.  Sorry if I woke you.” Though there was barely any light, his lover was even more precious in this moment; Leo scooted closer and kissed them for a moment before wrapping them up in his arms before going back to sleep.

Raph:

He had gotten up for a drink and returned to bed.  He was just about to lay his head down when he heard you move around on your side of the bed.  His eyes landed on you and he immediately smiled as you stretched and made funny noises from your throat; his arm propped him up while his other arm was free; Raph brushed your arm with his hand and placed a kiss on your shoulder.  When you wake to see him staring down at you, you immediately cover your face with the covers and hear him chuckle before he rests.  He doesn’t say anything except give your shoulder another kiss before he closes his eyes.

Donnie:

The guy doesn’t go to sleep until the crack of dawn anyways so he’s exhausted by the time he goes to bed.  He knows you’re there though, so he’s impatient and just leaves all his tools everywhere without putting them away.  He crashes into bed, without waking you, and pulls the covers over him.  But you catch his eye, and he stops before laying down.  He gets all smiley and loves how peaceful you look.  And then your eyes open, and his smile goes away for a moment, like “crap I woke ‘em up”.  When his s/o tells him he didn’t wake them up he smiles again and lays with them.  “You’re nose twitches when you sleep.  It’s cute.”- before closing his eyes.

Mikey:

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”  Is the first thing he says when you peep open your eyes.  You had gone to bed early due to a headache, and Mikey joined you a few hours later; you stopped him before he had the chance to lay down because of your mumbling.  “You like cheesecake?” // “What.” // “You said you liked cheesecake… in your dream.”  He goes on about it, but drops it when your head hits the pillow again; Mikey smiles and chuckles at how out of it you are.  He leans down and kisses the back of your head before laying beside you.  It wasn’t long before you started mumbling again, and Mikey couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled you closer.

I am not the kind of girl
That people fall in love with
My smile doesn’t melt hearts
Or create butterflies
No one sees me and thinks
“Wow, isn’t she something?”
And when I smile I hope he’s watching
And I hope that it’ll change
And maybe he’ll see that I’m happy
And want to make me feel that everyday
And maybe he’ll fall for my smile
The same way I fell for his
But when I laugh he just laughs at me
And how my eyes squint different shapes when I smile
And my face falls just a little
Just enough that he won’t notice
And my blue eyes lose a bit of their sparkle
But it’s not like he’ll even see
Because his eyes are falling in love with someone else
His eyes that obliviously hold my whole sky
Are gazing at her
And my eyes are a river
Flooding out every night
And never quite as full as they once were
—  Unrequited Love

cartoonbooknerd  asked:

What about. Bughead prompt how Betty is taking a photography class and uses Jughead as a model. Gets him dressed like young Leo from the Titanic and the whole school goes nuts and fangirls

Thank you so much, I loved this idea!


“Betty, c’mon, I don’t really think this is a good idea,” Jughead whined from where he stood in front of the pile of clothes his girlfriend had left on a wooden stool in the middle of the Blue and Gold office. He poked the offending material gently with his index finger, looking up to meet her eyes, eyebrows knit apprehensively.

“Jug, you said you’d help me with this photography course - whatever I needed, remember?” she returned, crossing her arms across her chest in defiance, a knowing glint in her eye. She knew she’d get her way, and he did too. It wouldn’t stop him from putting up a fight though.

“Yeah, I know, but this?” He picked up the light brown slacks. “It’s not really me.” They fell back to the stool. She sighed, walking over to him to straighten them out before they creased.

“You’re not supposed to be you, Jughead, you’re just my subject.” When his face remained stoic she switched tactics. “Besides, I think you’re going to look great in these, you can ever wear your own suspenders.” She crept closer to him, grabbing the elastic that hung at his hips and pulling at it slightly, letting it snap back against his thigh. Jughead took in an unsteady breath. “If you do this for me, I’ll be in your debt,” she finished, looking up at him from beneath thick, dark eyelashes. He groaned internally - she wasn’t playing fair.

“Fine, but you own me, Cooper. Big time,” he snarked, leaning down to capture her lips before reluctantly grabbing the pile of clothes and going to change.

Betty busied herself arranging the stool in front of the blue screen she’d borrowed from the yearbook department, fussing over the exact position and moving the box lights to get exactly the right shadow. She heard the door click and turned to greet Jughead, breath leaving her in a gasp.

“I look ridiculous.” Betty couldn’t think of anything less true, even if her brain was functioning at full capacity right now. Jughead stood in the doorway, shoulders hunched slightly in discomfort. The brown slacks hung off his hips perfectly, white dress shirt tucked in with the top buttons undone and showing off a hint of smooth chest beneath. His suspenders were now perched on his shoulders and, best of all, his hair hung teasingly over his eyes, beanie long gone. “Betts?” he questioned when she still hadn’t said anything.

“Err… I… y-you look good, Juggie,” she stuttered, hoping that the blush on her cheeks wasn’t as hot as it felt to her. Seriously, did they turn off the AC in here? Jughead relaxed slightly at her new dumbfound expression, feeling a rare manly pride that he would never get used to as it happened only in the presence of Betty.

“Thanks. Where do you want me?” A million inappropriate answers flew through Betty’s head before she cleared her throat, pointing to the stool. He sat, awkwardly at first before Betty ran her fingers deliciously through his hair, eliciting an appreciative hum.

“Just do what feels natural,” she said, taking a step back to admire his pose, one leg up on the bar of the stool, chin resting in his hand.

“Nothing about this is natural,” he retorted, tell-tale smile in his eyes nonetheless. Betty rolled her eyes at his stubbornness.

“Oh, hush.” She raised the lens to her eye before lowering it again. “One second.” She moved toward him, reaching forward to undo another button on his shirt. “Much better,” she giggled. Jughead smirked, a laugh escaping him. He loved seeing Betty like this, playful and carefree. If he had to pose in some ridiculous outfit for a few hours, who was he to complain when he got to see that glow radiating from her cheeks.

***

“I know you aren’t gonna like it but those pictures of you are some of my favourites and I’m actually really proud of them and-” Jughead silenced her fretting with a kiss.

“It’s ok, Betts. So what if I have to be displayed before our neanderthal peers for a day or two. I don’t mind if it’s what you want,” he murmured, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest at her responding soft smile. Betty had been asked to create a display as part of the photography course, to be put up in the hallway of none other than their beloved Riverdale High. Jughead pulled his beanie further down on his head and averted his gaze to the ground, preparing to make his way through the mocking whispers and get to class as quickly as possible.

As he expected there were eyes turning to him from all angles as he made his way to class, whispers reaching his ears in a dull buzzing hum.

“Hi, Jughead.” He turned to the unexpected party.

“Err, hi, Ethel,” he said warily, eyes darting towards Betty for explanation. She just shrugged.

“I just wanted to tell you those pictures of you are so great. You look… really cool,” she finished, cheeks turning pink. Betty tried to turn her giggle into a cough unsuccessfully, Jughead shoving an elbow delicately into her ribs.

“Um, thanks, I guess?” he replied lamely.

“No problem!” Ethel replied chirpily, turning to walk down the hall. Betty’s laugh came out full force now they were alone.

“Looks like someone has taken on the role as Riverdale High’s new teen heart-throb,” she laughed, eyes gleaming with mischief. Jughead groaned.

“This is all your fault, Cooper,” he mumbled. She kissed his cheek, causing him to roll his eyes. He couldn’t stay mad at her for long.

“Hey there, Jughead!” The voice came from behind them. They turned to see none other than Ginger Lopez hurtling towards them. “Great pictures! Who knew beneath all that doom and gloom you cleaned up into a hottie. Very young Leo,” she winked. Jughead felt Betty stiffen besides him - she’d never cared for Ginger much. His eyes went wide as he watched Ginger raise her arm, hand coming to rest on his jacket sleeve, a giggle escaping her lips. “Hey, what do you say we-” Her sentence was cut off abruptly.

“Juggie, we’re going to be late to class. Nice seeing you, Ginger.” Betty’s voice dripped with sugary sweet pleasantness. Jughead bit his lip as Betty leaned into his side, wrapping a hand round his arm. He followed her, casting one last glance at a bewildered Ginger before turning to his girlfriend. He could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.

“So, about this new teen heart-throb status…” he began, unable to resist teasing her more. She narrowed her eyes at him, the uptilted corners of her lips giving her away.

“Shut up, Jughead.”

I don’t remember when I fell in love with you, but one day, I began to notice you. I saw how you seemed to have the ocean trapped in your eyes with every shade of blue imaginable. I noticed how you fixed your hair when you got nervous and shoved your hands into your sweatshirt pockets. I noticed the little smile that would appear on your face as you looked away when you heard something funny. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before, but now that’s all I see… you.
—  why didn’t i notice it before?
I cannot be her. I cannot be better than her.
Maybe you prefer brown hair over blonde. Or green eyes over blue, but I cannot be that.
She has skin like silk and a body like an hourglass. She spends hours getting ready to make her appearance cover the fact there is nothing else to her.
I will not try to be that. I do not want to be that.
There are days that I don’t like myself and days that I doubt every piece of me. But I have love for who I am. I have love for my light blonde hair that reaches the arch of my back and I have love for the blue eyes that remind everyone of clear oceans and I have love for the contradiction that is my existence in the way I’m constantly changing how people perceive me the harder they look into who I am.
I may not be in love with myself yet, but I have enough love for myself to realize that trying to be anyone else would be a mistake.
—  v.m

it’s honestly so important how niska chooses blue contacts to cover her green eyes. like yeah it might just be the easiest option since emily’s eyes are blue but a synth with green eyes is bonded to an owner, while blue eyes means they are unbonded and niska choosing blue contacts just implies niska’s wish to be free and seen and treated as an individual and not as property

There was a passion that burned in your eyes, but it wasn’t for me.
—  Confession of a commitment phobe
Before The Light Seeps Into The Windows (An Adlock Fanfiction)

(As I am cleansing my soul against the past few toxic things that has been going on in the tags of this fandom, I decided to write more fanfiction. I honestly enjoyed writing the two involving Mary, and as I love her so much, I decided to have her as the center (sort of) of this fic. Warning though, this can get really sad as this is based on my own experience of grief so…. erm…. Still, hope you enjoy, loves! xx)

Originally posted by caffeinerebelqueen

Sherlock could still hear the gunshot echoing in his ears. 

Every step felt cold and numb, his mind replaying how the light left Mary Watson’s blue eyes. 

“I so like you. Did I ever say?”

There was so much pain in her voice. So much suffering. And she never deserved any of it. She was supposed to grow old and happy, from taking her daughter to school to taking photographs of Rosie before her wedding day. 

She was supposed to spend her years teasing John about how his hair had gone grey before her, or how he always forgets to buy some milk when he shops.

So how could Sherlock not feel responsible?

He remembered the first time he met her, ever so calm and accepting. With her genuine smile, she told him that she would help him have the only friend he ever had back, and he felt so foolish to have never thanked her. 

But now it’s already too late. 

How could she have given value to him – a sociopath who cares for no one – whose heart was cold and whose brain was fixated on people’s flaws than triumphs?  

Him, who is an addict, whose fix was to be exhilarated by other people’s demise and death?

Baker Street felt hollow. Upon hearing the news of her passing, everyone rushed to give John the comfort he could not provide. He was shut out by the man who used to believe in the best of him, and he had every right to do so. 

He didn’t even dare open the lights. As soon as he reached his flat, he felt his knees fall to the ground, hysterical sobs inevitably escaping his lips. 

His lungs felt like they were losing air, his entire body trembling. Before he could lose his tether to reality, he reached for his phone, calling the one person he had ever addressed the familiar emotion of grief to. 

Irene Adler. 

After three rings, the other line on the phone opened. 

“Mr. Holmes, I wasn’t –” Irene started off with a playful greeting, but once she heard the uncontrolled despair from Sherlock’s breathing, she was filled with alarm. “Sherlock, what happened?”

Sherlock could feel himself trembling more violently now, the image of blood and water filling in his senses. “I – I killed her. Mary… I killed her.”

“Oh my goodness! That can’t… No, darling. You couldn’t have…. Tell me what happened.” Irene replied, her voice filled with confusion and concern.

“For someone who claims to be smart, I can’t even comprehend that she’s gone… How can she be gone?” his voice was full of spite and poison.

Tears continuously fell down the his cheeks, one of his hands balled into a fist and the other holding the phone rather harshly. 

“I was just talking to her earlier. I was just standing next to her. And she merited value in my life by taking a bullet in my place… A bullet I was so arrogantly asking for…”

“Sherlock, please don’t say that. Please…” Irene was at a loss, her voice also breaking. 

“She is… she is my friend… And I made a vow to her… and John…” Sherlock continued, unable to even hold the phone right in his anguish. It fell to the floor, the light coming from its screen casting more haunting shadows against the dim walls. 

Sherlock gripped his hair, anger towards himself filling him completely. His sobs echoed through the halls, tired eyes unforgiving. Irene Adler stayed on the line the entire night, patiently waiting for him to pick the phone back up. 

Alas, when he did, she had five words ready for him: “Expect me in the morning.”

But she arrived much earlier, just a couple of hours shy from their last conversation, much too early for the light to seep into the windows. Sherlock had his face buried in his hands as he sat on his chair, face pale from exhaustion and eyes red from crying. Irene saw a couple of boxes in front of him, and a syringe, obvious implications of why he managed to calm himself down despite the earlier outburst of emotions. 

She knelt in front of him, much like how that exciting exchange in Coventry happened so many years ago in front of the same fireplace, knowing how much has changed since then. 

This was Sherlock’s first ever experience of grief – grief that he understood and accepted – which in contrast to what he felt for her fake death before, is much more pronounced and amplified. Irene completely believed that he called her for this very reason, for although the impact of the two instances are obviously approached differently, it is of the same nature. 

Her hand touched his, warm and gentle, causing him to look down to meet her eyes. 

She simply gave him a kind smile, and he could tell she also spent some time crying for Mary, whom despite having only met once, had she learned to loved instantly. Still, he appreciated how she was holding up considerably for his sake. 

He read into her expression that she was not rushing him to talk, and was merely offering her company. Taking her hand in his, he felt himself losing control of his emotions once more, his hold on her tightening as if it was the only thing keeping him upright in his seat. 

Irene’s other hand reached for Sherlock’s shoulder, her fingers squeezing it softly, holding him together. The detective felt frail and broken against her touch, and she was trying hard not to let her own tears fall even if her mind, she could also picture Mary Watson’s lifeless body. 

“This… hurts… so much.” Sherlock breathed against her hair, and Irene simply gave a nod, stroking his hair gently.

“I know… I know… But you should never blame yourself. Don’t.” Irene whispered, her hands cupping the sides of Sherlock’s face.

The detective’s head hung low, his agony evident in all his features. “It was much more easier when I didn’t know that what I was feeling was grief.”

Irene gave a soft laugh. “Some things are much easier when you don’t know much about them. That’s why it’s so easy to simply not get involved.You always win. You always overcome. You said it yourself… Sentiment. But feeling… and loving very deeply… Would you really say that you lost?” 

Another tear fell from Sherlock’s eye. “She wasn’t supposed to die.”

Irene nodded. “I know.”

And just like that, Sherlock fell into a fit of tears once more, breathing growing heavy. “It should’ve been… me…” 

He choked out the last word, heaving loudly as he tried to control his trembling body. Irene was shaking her head, wiping away Sherlock’s tears with her thumb. 

“Look at me.” she asked firmly. “Sherlock, look at me.”

Sherlock could barely see her, his eyes clouded with his own tears, but he could feel her warm touch against his skin. 

“Grief, sadness, love – these things can be painful, but you have to endure. Understand?” Irene breathed, her forehead touching his, eyes close. “It can be quite amusing, coming from me, I imagine. But you and I know that everyone, even you and me, are capable of these things.”

Sherlock could tell that she was holding in her own tears for his sake, and he closed his eyes as well, holding on to his fondest memories of Mary. 

“You said you made a vow, yes?” he heard Irene say, to which he nodded. 

“Then go on with it. In memory of Mary, save John… and their daughter.” Irene’s voice was cracking, but she held herself with conviction when she continued. 

“And most importantly, Sherlock, save yourself. Because if you don’t, it’s like letting Mary die in vain.”

“I do not know how to return the value she bestowed on my life.” Sherlock whispered, voice trembling in harmony with his tears. 

“Live…” the word escaped her lips like a plea. “Every time you feel like you’re lost, think of her. Think of how much she means to you and that she gave her life for you to live your own.” she continued, her arms wrapping around him as she didn’t want him to see that the tears had already escaped her eyes. 


John’s forgiveness did not lift the burden he was carrying in his heart. 

But he did feel a little lighter, knowing that this forgiveness meant he could go back to fulfilling his vow.  

He never got a chance to reply to Irene’s birthday greeting immediately, for John’s eyes were ever so attentive everytime he reached for his phone. But as soon as he gets the chance, he knows exactly what to reply to The Woman. 

I never got the chance to thank you. Expect me in the morning. SH.

But just like the day of his immense grief, he arrived much earlier, just a couple of hours shy from their last conversation, much too early for the light to seep into the windows.

HRC appreciation - Day 8

I love how on most pictures from the 90s you could look at her and think “Barbie! What a blonde beauty!” and she looks so delicate, almost fragile with big blue eyes and such a soft face and, at times, really petite body.
And at the same time you look at her and think “Fierce! What a volcano!” and she’d be the bravest, most intelligent and ambitious woman who knew exactly how to bite her way through tough politics.


- Please reblog the picture only with the caption. -

Dreamy

Request: Hi! If you can, could you do like Sam/Jess, how they met, with all cute and fluffiness of Stanford!Sam?

Song: Flashlight, Jessie J

A/N: When I got this request, I knew I had to write it. I love Jess. She was the best thing to happen to Sam. She was literally a ray of pure sunshine; she was unconditional love and hope. I hope I got her bubbly attitude through in this short story. Enjoy! Let me know how you feel :)

Purple and blue lights hung low, their galaxy-like colors mixed against the polished wood finish of the bar. An untouched glass of whiskey remained between Sam’s fingers. He noticed how well dressed the bartender was and how each woman was decked in diamonds or gold.

“Fancy place, right?” A sweet voice rang from behind him.

“Huh?” He turned around to meet beautiful eyes framed by bouncy blonde girls. “Yeah.” He dropped his head with a smile. She sat down on the stool next to him, turning to wave down the bartender.

“Uh, I’m Sam, by the way.” He muddled through an introduction, not expecting to meet anyone tonight. He had only went on recommendation of his friend who bailed on him last second.

She turned around, flashing a smile. “I’m Jess.”

Sam smiled back and gripped his shot glass before bringing it up to his lips. If anything was going to help him loosen up – it was the caramel colored liquid that had been watching him all night.

“Do you go here?” She asked suddenly. The bar was off-campus, but used mostly by the rich students who somehow found something to celebrate every night.

Sam nodded, unable to focus on anything but her. “How about you?”

“Yeah.” She said and downed a drink that Sam never had the opportunity to buy for her, “How come I’ve never seen you around?” Jess turned so that she was facing Sam completely.

They had not spoken for more than two minutes when her hand met his knee and instantly he knew he was done for. This girl was something special.

“I pretty much live in the library.” He shrugged and she cracked a smile.

“Nerd, huh?”

He nodded, “Always have been.”

It took another four shots on Sam’s part, but he finally mustered up the courage to lean forward and kiss this angel of a woman. Oh, and she was sweet. She tasted like sugar and vodka and everything in-between, and Sam just couldn’t get enough of her. It was when her soft fingers gripped his neck and his hands had tugged at her glowing tresses did he know he was completely, and utterly, encapsulated by her.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked against her lips.

“Not yet.” She stood up and reached out her hand. “How about a dance first?”

He smiled, one side of his lip tugging up to form a dimple. Maybe it was how she read his mind from the first thing she said to him, or how her hand fit perfectly in his – but he knew Jess was a keeper. So he danced. He danced for so long he swore he couldn’t feel his feet. All he could do was hear her talk and talk about things he hardly processed.

“You don’t seem that nerdy to me!” She exclaimed, a laugh bubbling up from her throat as she watched him dance beside her like only a man who knew his way around a party could do. He gripped her hand and pulled her close as the music started to slow into a more comfortable rhythm. His arm was around her waist and she leaned her head on his shoulder. God, she smelled like vanilla.

“I’m glad I met you, tonight.” She whispered into his neck. Jess felt connected to him almost immediately, even though it was her friend who had dared her to approach the “tall, lonely dude.”

“Me, too.” He agreed, feeling vulnerable in ways he hadn’t in years.

Suddenly though, something felt wrong. The music stopped but Sam noticed that everyone had continued dancing. He looked around with wide eyes when he heard shouting.

“Jess?” Sam exclaimed, but she was still pressed against his chest with a smile on her lips. Someone was shouting Sam’s name but he couldn’t move. Actually, he didn’t want to move.

“Sam!” A familiar voice shouted again, and Sam knew he was about to leave.

“I love you.” He said against Jess’s hair and gripped her tightly.

His eyes shot open and he found himself on the motel bed where he fell asleep hours ago. He ran his palm against his damp cheeks when Dean shouted again from the other side of the room.

“Wake up!”

Try not to forget about the times you are laying in her bed and you get to play with her hair. Remember the way her braid rests beautifully on her back when she drifts off to sleep and how her braid feels like heaven in your hands. Remember her breathing patterns and how sometimes she breathes a little louder than the softer breaths. Don’t forget that intriguing green line on only one of her eyes that you love every time you look into her pretty blue eyes. Before you know it, these things will only be memories, so hold them in your hand for as long as you can.
—  I’ll never want to let go, I’ll never forget.
When you find someone besides me, I hope she doesn’t write too many little paragraphs about you and in fact, I hope she doesn’t write at all. Because you don’t want to have to deal with another girl like me again. And if she writes I’m sure it’ll be all about your blue eyes and how good your arms feel around her waist and I promise you she’ll think too much and get too attached just like I did and I hope for your sake she’s nothing like me because you deserve better and I’m only lucky you didn’t realize that sooner.
—  (via revivee)
Brad Simpson Imagine: You stay the night

REQUEST: Hay I love this blog could I have an imagine where you meet his family an stay the night an in the morning his mum say how cute the two of you are then you and his dad takes Jess for a walk my name is Sophia I have dirt blond hair and green/blue eyes x

Turning the corner to reveal my boyfriends house, I smiled. I’d been invited to go round and spend the night with him, seeing as his parents were going out with his sister and her boyfriend. He apparently didn’t want to go because he felt like he was third wheeling without me, so instead asked me to go and have a movie night with him, which I quickly accepted. 

Knocking on the door, a small smiley woman opened it and her face lit up when she saw me.
“Oh you must me (Y/N), ooooh Brad’s told me so much about you, I’m Brad’s Mum, come in come in!” She hugged me tightly and then beckoned for me to go into the house.Cleaning my feet on the door mat, a big golden retriever came bounding up to me. 
“Hey there Jesse” I giggled, stroking her soft mane.
“She likes you” His mum smiled
“Jesse in here now please” A man shouted from the kitchen
“Oh hello there (y/n) and how are you?”
“I’m really well thankyou, how are you?”
“All the better for seeing you” He smiled
“Well aren’t you just the prettiest little thing, oooh my boy has done a good job finding a little stunner like you…”
“Muuuuum, shhh” a familiar accent said coming down the stairs.
“Hey there Bradley” I smiled
“What’s up buttercup” He laughed

Brad led me into the Kitchen, where his mum and dad were getting ready. We made some snacks and then went into the living room where we were going to be watching movies for the night. I ran up into Brad’s room to fetch some blankets while he sorted out the films we were going to be watching. Walking back into the living room, Brad was spread out on the sofa and there was nowhere else for me to sit. Brad looked at me and patted the sofa in front of him. Not denying his request, I snuggled into him with the blankets around us. 
“See you guys later!” His mum shouted
“See you, have a nice night” I replied
The door slammed and Brad and I were alone.
“Looks like you’ve made a really good impression on my mum”
“Brad she’s lovely! and I am particularly fond of your dog too” I laughed
Jesse was in her bed, settled in at the side of Brad. Our movie night started, and we watched everything from Pitch Perfect to The Woman in Black. Listening to Brad scream like a girl at the horror films definitely made my night. As the night went on, my eyes became heavier and I could feel myself drifting, I knew I wasn’t staying the night but I couldn’t leave Brad on his own, then I…..
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“Aw look at these two love bugs” a voice said
As my eyes fluttered open, the daylight from the window blinded me and I saw the silhouette of a young girl. As she became clearer I could see that she looked a lot like Brad, so I presumed that it was his older sister. Hearing a groan from behind me, I looked down to see Brad’s arm around me and his face nuzzled into my neck. We must’ve fallen asleep last night. 
“Shut it Nat” Brad mumbled
“MUM LOOK AT (Y/N) AND BRAD THEY LOOK SO CUTE!!!” She shouted
“I don’t want to move” he whispered in my ear
Suddenly there was the sound of a camera click and Nat giggling. 
“That’s definitely going online” she giggled, leaving the room
“NAAAAAT….” Brad groaned “She’s always that annoying”

After waking up a little, we made our way into the kitchen. I was still in the clothes from yesterday so Brad gave me one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants. Surprisingly, the sweat pants fitted me perfectly but the hoodie was a little too oversized. I tied my hair up in a messy bun and began to make breakfast for the family. 
“Do you know how attractive you look wearing my clothes” Brad mumbled in my ear, placing little kisses on my neck
“Not here Bradley” I giggled as he tickled my sides, forcing me to turn around and place my arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his lips as our foreheads touched. 
“Brad, stop with the PDA for goodness sake man” Nat laughed
“Leave them alone, god they’re adorable” His mum said walking in behind.
Brad’s face went bright red as he returned to helping me prepare the breakfast. All of a sudden, both of our phones beeped and we checked to see that we’d both been tagged in a post by Nat on Twitter. There were two photos, one of Brad and I sleeping and another of us hugging in the Kitchen with the caption ’My two little love bugs’. 

The breakfasts I made for the family were widely complimented, apparently I do actually make really good pancakes. Brad went upstairs to take a  phone call from his manager whilst his parents went into the living room to watch the television. I stayed behind in the kitchen to clear things up. 
“Need any help?” Nat asked
“Oh yes please, if you wouldn’t mind”
Coming next to me, she dried the dishes whilst I washed them and we talked. Nat told me a lot about what Brad was like when he was little and she said that I was the only girl Brad had ever seemed genuinely happy with. We also had a little bit of a water fight, which was stopped by Brad’s mum, ending up with us both in giggles of laughter on the floor.
“Listen, do you want to borrow some of my things to get changed into? I mean you’re probably going to be spending the day here and it’ll save you putting the stuff you wore yesterday back on”
“Are you sure Nat?”
“Of course, c'mon!”
Nat led me up to her room where she let me borrow a pair of tights and a really cute dress along with a burgundy cardigan. Nat had such a good dress sense.
“Wow, Nat your wardrobe is amazing, man I wish I could dress like you”
“We’ll have to go shopping some time, it’ll be fun!” She smiled
Leaving me in her room to get changed, do my hair and my make up, I went back downstairs and sat in the living room with Brad’s family as they asked me questions about myself as well as Brad. 
“Urgh” Brad groaned, flopping himself on the sofa
“Sup?” asked his Mum
“Joe needs me to go to the studio to record the last verse vocal for Can We Dance but I wanted to spend the day with (y/n)”
“Awwwwwww” Nat cooed
“NAT!” He shouted
“Jeez soz” she laughed
“Brad go” I smiled
“Yeah but…”
“Brad, (y/n) is right, Your mum and Nat are going shopping for food, and I’m going to take Jesse for a walk around the park, (y/n) can join me…that’s if you’d like too (y/n)”
“I’d love too!” I smiled

That was decided, Brad’s mum drove Brad to the studio and then was going straight for the shopping. Brad’s Dad put the lead on Jesse as I put my converse on and we started off on our walk. I’m not going to lie, it was a little awkward at first, but we bonded and we talked a lot about different things. 
“(Y/n)?”
“Yep?”
“Brad’s smitten with you”
“He is?”
“You’re his world, you’re the only thing he speaks about, he idolises you and, well, I just want to thank you for making my son so happy”
“It’s my pleasure” I smiled
“Cm'ere” He said, pulling me in for a hug.
We finished our walk and returned back to the house where Nat and Brad’s Mum had already arrived home with the shopping. Brad then got in from the studio and cuddled up to me on the sofa whilst we all watched the latest episode of ‘The Vampire Diaries’

Hearts of Bittersweet Tears Chapter 4: The Love He Wanted the Most

Lord Yukimura and I sit down across from each other, looking at each other. Night time has fallen and it is time for bed as usual… Yet tonight is different… My first night as Lady Sanada and my first night at Ueda castle. No matter how much I think of how Lord Yukimura is now my husband, I just somehow cannot bring myself to love him. I look away from Lord Yukimura, I then soon look back at him. There were no words between us… just silence 

“Lord Yukimura…” A wry smile on my lips. “I’m sorry… I just… I can’t… I’m sorry… Please forgive me, for I am not ready to be taken to your bed…”

Lord Yukimura looks back at me, his deep blue eyes staring at me. Both he and I know well that the first priority of a wife is to bare her husband a child… Yet I cannot bring myself to be taken to his bed. I don’t love him. I have no feelings for him. No matter how much I tell myself to fall for him, I can never bring myself to fall for him. The love I still have for Lord Masamune still lingers in my heart and it hurts me deeply.

Please forgive me Lord Yukimura.” I once again apologize, “I… I can’t-“

“Hiyori…” Lord Yukimura reaches out to grab my hand but stops before he can touch me. “At least let me share the same bed with you,” he pleads, “I do not intend you to bare me a child right now. As long as we share a bed together, I am more than happy.”

I’m guess I have no other choice. Having nothing more to tell him, I just nod. “Sure,” I reply, my answer short. 

I spent the whole night facing away from Lord Yukimura. I have no right to refuse someone who is my husband like this. It pains my heart so much but despite that, a part of me doesn’t want him so close to me. Next to me, Lord Yukimura shifts a couple of times before he is soon in the land of dreams. When I wake up in the morning, Lord Yukimura is gone. There is no trace of him anywhere in the room. Sighing deeply, I make my way out of bed. 

The next night, although I told myself I should try sleeping facing him, I found myself not being able too. It was not only this night, but not every other night. He does not dare to touch me; he does not lay a single finger on me or ever dare to come close to me. It hurts my heart that I cannot find myself loving my own husband. I am taking him for granted. I think back to what I thought back when we were both out on the gardens. I knew it… No matter how much we both try to work together for our future relationship, nothing will turn out the way we want it to.

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One day, I am walking around the corner when I suddenly bump into someone. That someone is no other than Lord Yukimura himself. When he sees me,a smile comes on his face and he opens his mouth to speak but only seconds later his smile fades away and his closes his mouth. Curious, I decide to ask him.

“Lord Yukimura?” I ask him, “Is something the matter?”

“No, not at all Hiyori.” Lord Yukimura smiles, a small smile, “I was just going to ask you how your day was.”

“Uh…huh?” I frown, not pleased with his lie. He will always ask me how my day is, but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice that makes it sound like asking how my day was is an excuse. Why is he nervous? That I do not know and do not intend to ask. “I’ve been great. How about you Lord Yukimura?”

“I’ve been good.” Lord Yukimura replies, “I was on my way to come find you and ask if you want to go for a walk in the garden? I will be going off to war soon.”

Hmmm? He’s going off to war soon? Well… it’s not that I am surprised or anything, I am just surprised that he asked me. I feel guilty if I do not spend time with him before he goes off to war so I decided to accept his offer.

“I would love to Lord Yukimura.” I say.

I look at his smile when he smiles; he looks so happy to hear me accept his offer. I bite my lips to hide the pain that wanted to show on my face. I don’t want to hurt him; it saddens my heart so much because of how much I must be hurting him. The moment Lord Yukimura looks at me, I fake him a smile. Even if I have no feelings towards him, I at least don’t want to be a burden to him. Side by side, we both walk together down the halls; towards the garden. 

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Holding his spear in one hand, Yukimura stands out in front of the gates. He looks up at the sky, remembering his talk with his wife.

“I’m sorry Lord Yukimura,” Hiyori apologized, “I’m afraid I cannot come to see you off… I… must go somewhere… Please forgive me.” 

His heart skipped a beat. He isn’t against the idea that she can’t see him off, but the fact that she didn’t tell him where she was going hurts him. Yukimura brings his head down and turns towards the gate for a moment. What happened to the happy person Hiyori used to be during their marriage interviews? Once more, Yukimura sighs heavily. Maybe this is the first and last time Hiyori can’t make it tosee him off.

“Yukimura,” Nobuyuki calls his name, “it’s time to leave.”“Yeah…” Yukimura replies to his brother, his answer short.

Climbing onto his horse, Yukimura once more looks at the gate. His heart saddens a little… He wanted to see Hiyori before he goes off the war… He wanted to see her smile… He remembers the day he asked her if she wouldn’t mind to accompanying him to the gardens, and the way she smiled at him… Her smile looked so forced and so sad. Even if her face was smiling, her eyes were crying… Shaking his head, Yukimura steps out of the castle gates, focusing on the war instead of trying to explode his head with negative thoughts. 

Next to his younger brother, Nobuyuki glances at Yukimura, his brows frowning a little. There is something different about Yukimura… Is it because of Hiyori? Is it because he doesn’t want to leave his newlywed wife behind? Now that Nobuyuki thinks about it, Hiyori Isn’t here to see Yukimura off. There is no sign of her… Where is she? Why isn’t she here to greet her husband off? Even though Nobuyuki is curious, he decides not to ask Yukimura, despite how much pain Nobuyuki can see in his eyes.

Clapping her hands twice and bowing, Hiyori prays for the safety of Yukimura in battle. Even when she didn’t want to see him off, she at least made her way to the shrine to pray for his safety… What is it worth? She thinks… She is married to a man she absolutely has no feelings for. Is it even worth for her to send him her prayers? But she couldn’t be so heartless. Even if she doesn’t have any feelings towards Yukimura, she is at least happy that he is respecting her and her clan can be allies with the Takeda and Sanada Clan.

Halfhearted, Hiyori looks up at the sky. It is already turning gray… Worrying that the kimono might get wet, since it is a very expensive one Lord Masayuki gave her for being the wife of his youngest son, she rushes back to the castle as fast as she can.


Once more, worried, even though Hiyori knows she shouldn’t be, she walks out of the castle gates, this time in disguise, and makes her way back to the shrine. How many days has it been since she went out to pray for her husband’s safety now? It’s been more than once… In fact, she did it every day… She couldn’t help but be worried about Yukimura… Once she is done, she slowly walks back from the shrine to the castle.

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Yukimura stands out in front of the gates, wanting to see if Hiyori would show up. They have finally returned home after their victory. The longer he stands there, the more he begins to lose hope… Where is Hiyori? Is she not in the castle? Yukimura lets out a deep sigh once more before stepping pass his brother, walking towards his chambers.

“Hiyori?” Yukimura calls out her name the moment he opens the doors. “Are you in here?”

Hearing her name being called, Hiyori looks up from the sewing she is working on. She knows that voice. It is no other than her husband Yukimura. But why is he home? No one informed her about his return… No one informed Aiko either. She places her sewing down before standing up but stops the moment she sees Yukimura already walking into the room.

So, she was here all along. Yukimura thinks to himself. But then why didn’t she come out to welcome him home? Yukimura’s heart aches a little the moment he thinks that maybe she hates him… That’s why she didn’t want to welcome him home… He wants to ask her why she didn’t come, yet he doesn’t want to pressure her. Instead of asking her the question, Yukimura smiles 

“Here you are,” He sighs as he walks over to her before sitting down, “I was worried when you weren’t at the gates.”

Hiyori frowns, “But…” She starts to speak, “no one informed me that you were coming home Lord Yukimura…” 

What? No one informed her? Yukimura has a frown on his face for a while before replacing it with a smile.

“Oh…” he says, a little confused before looking at the sewing that Hiyori has left on the desk, “What’s this for?”

The moment Yukimura reaches for it, Hiyori suddenly bolts towards him grabs her sewing out of his hands, hiding it behind her.

“It’s nothing,” She looks away, “you don’t need to worry about it.”

Is it really nothing though? Yukimura looks down, a little confused and suspicious of her actions.

“Your wounds…” Hiyori speaks after a long silence between them, “I’ll bandage them up for you…”

Yukimura looks at his arm. Well, it is obvious he’s wounded since his armor is stained with his dried blood. Although, he doesn’t want her to take the time to bandage his wounds, somehow some vibe tells him she wouldn’t leave him alone even if he refuses her to tend him his wounds. 

Grabbing the medical box from a closet, Hiyori sits down in front of Yukimura. Her hands reach up and touch his armor but they stop the moment she touches the fabric of his armor. She felt her hands shaking, she doesn’t know what to do. Feeling her uneasiness, Yukimura slowly releases her grip of his armor and undoes it himself. Now, he sat in front of her half naked. Seeing his top made her blush, she had never seen a man half-naked before… And she never knew that Yukimura would have such bold and muscular shoulders. Shaking her head to get rid of her blush, Hiyori reaches for some medicine to apply on Yukimura’s wounds before wrapping it with the bandages

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Yukimura stands out in front of the gates, ready to leave to for a battle… Hiyori is never there to see him off… Yukimura sighs heavily… This isn’t the first time now… How long had they been married now? He doesn’t even remember… But she is never there to see him… it aches his heart a little as he smiles wryly. Why does his heart hurts so much? Yukimura himself was not sure… 

Why? Yukimura thinks to himself; Why do I feel this way? Looking up at the sky again, he realizes how much he’d grown to love her… He loves the way she smiles at him even if her smile always looks so forced, he loves the way she is always willing to accompany him on walks to the garden and how she would sometimes cook a meal for him… Somehow, he couldn’t see her love for him… Is he not the one in her heart? Is she holding back something and not telling him? He remembers all the nights they’ve spent… She always sleeps facing away from him… not even once had she ever turned towards him… Is she afraid of him?  

Now that Yukimura thinks about it… It’s been almost four years since they were married… Yet they’ve never managed to share the bed at least for one night. Every time someone asked, his only excuse was that he wasn’t ready for a child yet… Now his excuse was growing old… Yukimura wants to give up on loving his wife… She has no feelings for him… 

If she does not want to come out and at least meet and greet her husband, then he will be the one that loses the battle in their marriage… His smile fades and he blinks away the tears, his heart aching as he climbs onto his horse, turning his back on the castle

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Both hands clapping twice, Hiyori looks up at the shrine… Once more she has made her way out to pray for her husband’s safety instead of seeing him off. Is this a guilty move? She thinks as she looks down. It’s been almost four years since she was marriage to Yukimura and not even once has she could see him off or welcome him home… It isn’t that she doesn’t want to… Knowing that it will hurt her if she ever sees him off, she always leaves to the shrine to pray for him… But now what? Because of her selfish act) there is now a rumor saying that she is always leaving the castle to meet up with someone else… Not only this but because no one ever tells her when Yukimura was returning from war… 

Feeling guilt in her heart, she sighs heavily before turning around and walking away, heading back to the castle.

By the time she returns, the sun is already setting. Losing her appetite, Hiyori headed straight to the chamber she shared with Yukimura.

Sitting down near the desk, she pulls a drawer and takes out the handkerchief she made for him… It was a handkerchief she made just for him… Red that symbolizes his passion, his strength, his leadership and his courage and the gold color of the six coins that symbolizes the bright and cheerful Sanada Clan… She traces her hand over the cloth… a sudden sadness piercing her heart.

Hiyori looks down and sighs deeply, but something catches her eye. A piece of paper tucked away under the tatami mat. Curious, she stands up and walks over towards the piece of paper that was sticking out. Slowly and carefully, she lifts the tatami mat. What she sees shocks her… It isn’t only one piece of paper but several folded pieces of paper hidden there. How long have those been hidden here? How come she never noticed them? She doesn’t even have to pick them up and open them to read what they are… Written in the front of each neatly folded paper, are the words “Marriage Proposal.”

Even though she doesn’t want to open them, her hands ignore her and reach for one, opening it up and her eyes reading every word. The more she reads, the more her heart seems to break. For four years, she thought she was the only one who was hiding something from Yukimura, but it seems that he too, was also hiding something from her.

Placing the letters back and replacing the tatami mat, Hiyori makes her way to the futon that was already laid out. Not knowing what to do anymore, she lays down on the futon and closes her eyes. Regretting all the mistakes she has done. 

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Sorry that it takes me such a long time to upload  T^T Anyways I hope you enjoy reading and sorry for all those who waited. Thank you for reading!

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So this is Klein Sieben (this is also “small seven” in German), Weiss’s butler and you all notice how he’s eyes change color along with his personality and voice tone? Well it’s because he embodies the Seven Dwarfs from Snow White.

His brown eyes, I believe, is Doc because he shows so much concern for Weiss’s well-being.

His red eyes would be Grumpy even though he used his grumpy side to make Weiss laugh. I love that he’s doing this just to make her smile even at the risk of his job.

The blue eyes represent Sneezy because he just kept sneezing.

The yellow eyes are for Happy since he had the biggest and happiest smile when he saw that Weiss was in a good mood again.

I already love this man. He seems so interesting and I wonder if this personality split is his semblance. And the cool part is, he’s voiced by J Michael Tatum! So you know he’ll have a big role with Weiss’s side of the story.