i'll be that for you

Tell me exactly what I did to deserve you?
—  Tenari Ioapo // You are too good to be true, I have no idea how I got so lucky to have you.

It wasn’t until I met you
that I realized what they
meant by the term
“selling your soul
to the devil,”

because sometimes the
devil doesn’t come in
horns and cloaked
with darkness-

he comes dressed
in hazel eyes, smelling
like leather jackets
and wrapped up in
beautiful lies.

—  and more often than not, he breaks your heart // Genefe Navilon

there’s so much amazing development going on in this new chapter, especially with misawa. like damn, Miyuki personally wants Sawamura to learn curveballs and sliders. like he could have said for the team Sawamura should also learn these new pitches but he it’s something Miyuki would like to see from Sawamura. plus Sawamura worrying about the condition of Miyuki’s body since his injury was a nice touch. i love the looks on everyone’s faces when Sawamura hits and gets the run, they look so awed and that they can rely on Sawamura, like he’s shaping up to be the Ace. (also the combination of Miyuki’s smile and his concern is just… im speechless.) Sawamura’s silent declaration of “never forget you have me” is so strong that it’s displayed in his body language in a way that screams “LOOK AT ME, I WILL BE YOUR ACE”.

  • me, thinking in the middle of class: why is adrien agreste such a pure, pure cinnamon roll and when can i process the papers to legally adopt him
  • *the lab*
  • Sherlock: *sulking*
  • Molly: *working* It's all in your head, you know.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* No. He's got it in for me.
  • Molly: *chuckles* He's a cat.
  • John: *confused* What's the matter?
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Oh, Sherlock's declared war on Toby. He thinks he hates him. I've told you not to antagonise him.
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* And I've told you, when we're in bed, the only pussy I want to see is the one beneath your nightie.
  • John: *mortified* I swear to GOD.
  • Sherlock: Swear all you like; won't stop being true.
I can’t quite get my hands on what I want
when it comes to you. Some days I break
down in prayer asking God to take you
away because loving you in silence hurts
a little too much. Some days I smile and
tell him how happy your existence makes
me. Some days I want to never hear your
voice again and some days the only thing
I want is to listen you talk. Some days I
want to say goodbye and make up my
mind to never talk to you again and some
days I wish you told me how scared you
were of losing me. Most days I pray for
your happiness before anyone else’s and
some days I put myself first and ask God
to set me free from this pain. Some days
I pour my heart out to him about the
future I see with you and some days the
harsh reality hits me and it pains me that
I’m the only one that feels this way.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #41
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What’s so great about love

Two souls converging at a lucky point in time
A coincidence set in fate
Confessing your affection
For another
A heart shared by two
A life shared by two
A sense of falling that almost feels like flying
Poetic justice done to a range of emotions
Felt every second every day
A name ringing out in your head
More than lust
But perhaps less than addiction


“This is a promise that I’ll come back home– come back to you– after every case.”

wc: 1034 // just a lil short and quick something to get me back into the writing business

Originally posted by mentallydatingspencerreid

You’re not so much surprised as you are confused to see Spencer sitting on the coffee table pouring over some files when you walk through the door of the apartment. Spencer, who seven hours ago, called you from his hotel room in a sleepy Utah town in the middle of a case. He had told you that he wouldn’t be home for another four days, and yet here he was: messy hair and soft smile and the beginnings of a black eye and bandages on his arms. He looks like he hasn’t shut his eyes once in the past three days he’s been gone.

“Hi,” he says. He sounds as exhausted as he looks.

It’s not like you haven’t seen him roughed up before– you’re almost used to it by now, actually. And it’s not like he hasn’t been gone for longer than this either. But tonight, you’re extra eager to see him, slamming the door shut and dropping your bag on the floor as you rush over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and he hums quietly in contentment as he rests his head against yours.

“I missed you, Spence.”

You feel him nod against you. “I missed you too.”

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Once you love someone,
Part of you will always love them
Even if you think your hatred for them is
—  love doesn’t just die. You taught me that. You showed me someone you care about can hurt you so badly that they turn you away forever, but a part of you will still be so deeply connected that you can’t help but miss how it was.

I kinda want to write a phantom of the opera AU for Yuri on Ice, with Yuuri as the shy but promising new star singer, Victor as his smitten fiance and an angry phantom Yurio (that will get over the rejection by Yuuri when handsome scene builder Otabek enters the stage)