i usually don't say that but marry me

Some late mornings feel like they belong in romantic stories, full of dramatic confessions, heartache and breath-taking conclusions. This is not one of those mornings; instead, it’s a halcyon thing set on the summer cusp. While the air is warm and humid, the rain softly pattering over rooftops still holds a certain chill. A film of water makes the world look clean, windows and cars shimmering in the sun peeking in and out from behind clouds, golden rays reflecting against puddles nested in the cracks of New York streets.


The clock is nearing the 10 a.m. mark, when Alec transfers the last pancake onto the already high-stacked, indulgent plate. There’s also freshly cut strawberries and maple syrup alongside a French press full of freshly brewed coffee. The muted music from the radio melts into his skin as Alec hums along to random notes, bare feet quiet on the kitchen floor, his hair mussed up and his face a home to dark stubble that he didn’t bother with shaving.


As Alec pours the bitter-sweet coffee into two mugs, there are steps near the door, then a warm hand at his lower back and even warmer lips pressed into his shoulder. A shiver runs through his skin, leaving behind goosebumps all the way down his arms and his bare chest; previous hours come back to mind, images hazy like half-developed polaroid pictures.


It was much earlier when they woke up, skin against skin, tangled in thin sheets and in each other, a want thrumming in their veins. There was no rush – at first kisses slow and wet and deep, kisses that lit fires along Alec’s spine and made Magnus hum with delight, kisses that left their mouths tingling and red. Then, hands pressed against hipbones and heavy breathing laced with laughter as Alec shifted himself into Magnus’ lap; it felt so good, to have Magnus so close, to have his arms around his waist as they moved together, a slow and steady trickle of heady pleasure rolling through their bodies.

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  • "I can give you whatever you want. All I need is your soul in return."
  • "Get on your knees."
  • "You are my slave. You are not allowed to have an opinion."
  • "What are you going to do to me?"
  • "Please... no...."
  • "All will perish."
  • "Submit to me."
  • "Fight back."
  • "Marry me, or else."
  • "This was all a trap, wasn't it?"
  • "I'll kill you if you don't do as I say."
  • "Now, come with me."
  • "You're so beautiful..."
  • "I'm not usually a violent person."
  • "Burn it all down."
  • "Your soul is mine."
  • "I don't care what you think."
  • "You betrayed me..."
  • "I am not yours to own."
  • "I lured you here."
  • "If not for me you would be dead."
  • "Fuck off."
  • "I will have everything I desire."
  • "You're insane..."
  • "The rivers run red with blood."
  • "I AM death."
  • "I want to hear you whimper."
  • "I will not bow to you."
  • "I am yours to do with as you please."
Come Back To Me Again Chapter 1: Prologue, a downton abbey fanfic | FanFiction
Modern Chelsie AU.

Posting this three hours later than I intended, but still on the same day I promised! That’s more than Charles Carson can say…

I posted the second chapter (which is really more of a prologue, but whatever, this fic is not like anything I’ve done yet), so please read this first.

“Tell me about her.” Sybil’s voice is quiet. “The woman. She must have meant a great deal to you. When Granny told Edith and me, we were surprised, but not shocked. We both thought it sounded very romantic.”

It wasn’t.

“Romances usually end with happy endings,” Charles says finally. “This one doesn’t.”

“You wanted to marry her.”

Her gentleness and honesty gives him courage.

“So badly, I could taste it,” he hears himself say.

It was true then.

But he has not thought of Alice in years.

If he is honest with himself, it is not of Alice that he thinks of now.

Originally posted by fourteenyearswithpain

Convo with Mr 88thParallel
  • Me: I'm still working out exactly how to end this fic.
  • Husband: Don't they usually end with them walking off to the--
  • Me: Sunset?
  • Husband: I was going to say bedroom.
  • Me: I like your version better.
  • Husband: Yeah, I'm sure you would. (Rolls eyes)
  • Me: Listen: Johnlock is endgame. Always. In every single thing I do. If I'm doing the dishes? Johnlock is endgame. If I'm at work? Johnlock is endgame. If I'm making a dessert? You better believe it's Johnlock. Don't look at me like that, you knew exactly what you were getting into marrying me.
  • Husband: I tell myself that every day.

Itachi and Shisui relationship is really interesting to explore. Thanks to Itachi Shinden, I can see lots of their interaction.

Firstly, they complimenting each other. Itachi is sort of jealous toward Shisui, because the man keep walking in front of him. When they are on spar, Shisui mostly win. At first I think Shisui must be really special, as even Fugaku fears Itachi’s ability that he sees his own son as a rival. But no, there’s nothing much about him. He’s respected by peoples in the clan and village, that’s all. No mention about his rank, special skill, even his age remain unknown. He has mangekyou, but it seems he keeps it to himself (and later Itachi). His lack of exploration kinda disappoint me, but well it’s Itachi Shinden, not Shisui Shinden .-.
And Shisui, being a honest man he is, keep telling Itachi everything that comes into his mind. He praises Itachi as a determined person, amazed at his diligence, even go as far as saying that he believes that Itachi can be Hokage. There are also times when he said that Itachi is no good at socializing, bluntly said that he’s the only one Itachi can depend on. His high confidence and straightforwardness amaze me sometimes (lol).

Secondly, Itachi frequently calls Shisui’s name, wether in his mind or softly whispering. His thought is mostly divided between coup d'etat, Sasuke, Fugaku, Danzo, and Shisui, but he’s emotionally involved with Shisui the most. He spoils his brother rotten, keep his father’s words in mind, thought that Danzo has a nasty smell (lol) but whenever everything goes wrong, he thinks of Shisui. There’s a scene when he thinks this way (Uchiha clan massacre) is better than he has to face Shisui as enemy, where Shisui stand for the clan and Itachi stand for the village. So yes, Itachi has a strong feeling toward Shisui.

Sometimes they can be like a married couple, too. For example this scene :

“Is there anything that I can do?”
“Just wait until the meeting is over.”
“It will work out just fine.”
ー Uchiha Itachi & Uchiha Shisui, before their plan to cast Kotoamatsukami to the clan.

Around Shisui, Itachi felt a bit small. He thought that he didn’t do anything while Shisui did all the research, spy, and find a way to stop the coup d'etat. That’s why he barely hang on when Shisui said coup d'etat can’t be stopped.

Above all, my favorite scene is when Itachi wants to say Shisui’s name but he can’t, because he know if he did he can’t stop tears to come out. And that one when he speaks inside his mind, telling Shisui not to die and give up. That was frustratingly sad for ShisuIta fan like me.

There are still so many things I want to tsukkomi concerning their relationship, but that’s all for now. As usual, I ramble too much..

  • my sister rachel: so I'm texting Connor
  • (her good friend but they are secretly in love and going to prom together i ship them its really cute just like ugh anyway)
  • rachel: he wants me to be a part of his lawn mowing company
  • me: OH GET MARrIED AlReaDY
  • rachel: he wants to know how many lawns i wanna do a week. as in how many do i think i can handle. i need you to be serious for a second.
  • me: ...
  • rachel: i need a joke for him. and your funnier than me.
  • me: say "lawns? idk i don't usually do lawns its mostly people i have to do. and i can handle a lot more than you think" *winks*
  • rachel: *bursts out laughing and tries to type*
  • me: *cackles like tyler oakley*
  • both: *burst into tears because they laugh so hard*
  • connor: *sends wink, kissing and laugh crying emojis*
  • rachel: ayyyy
  • me: *screams, fangirls, cries, then runs to tell friends and post to tumblr.

anonymous asked:

i'm about 5'2 and i 130ish pounds. my parents call me fat and make fun of me for it and just want me to eat healthier. I understand but it makes me so sad when my dad says "he sees my fat jiggle when i walk." also with vday coming up, I've been more lonely than usual. I just talked to my best friend for over an hour about her bf and what she's planning to do for him. i got so sad thinking i won't ever have anyone to do that with. I know i don't need a man to make me happy but i'm so lonely

listen to me I know how you feel about the whole lonely thing. but you know what? when you get older and get married.. you’re gonna have every valentines day for the rest of your life to spend with that person. (and there will be a person I promise.. now just isn’t their time to show themselves yet.) you know what you said in this message? you called someone your best friend. and if there’s anything I’ve learned this past year it’s that if you have a true friend, you’re never truly lonely. and it seems like you’ve got that
about the weight.. that “jiggle” is yours. you choose what you want to do with it. not your dad. you seem like a good person so I say the more of you there is then the more of you there is to love. at the end of the day.. your body is yours and if you’re comfortable in it then own it and if not, make it your personal goal to work on it. but either way, do it for you. not your father or mother or brother or sister or friend or dog or anyone but you