made my life so this letter has

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His heart skipped a beat as he glanced across the expanse of the waiting room. He felt disconnected to his feet that were propelling him forward. He stopped a short distance away waiting for her to notice him.

“Carson” the way she said his name made him feel about two feet tall.

“Ma'am” he mumbled waiting for her to continue.

“It has to be you sending my son those threatening letters” she accused causing several heads to turn in their direction.

“I’m sorry….what” he asked dumb struck “I’d never do that.” He swallowed feeling nauseated at the mere thought of doing something like that.

“Honey” Robbie said hurrying over to them. “Carson didn’t even know Britland when the first note was received.”

“Then who” she demanded her voice rising as hysteria tried to take control of her.

Lich King Boyfriend Part One

Part one of three! You have the wonderful and ever amazing @ladyccr to thank for this wonderful story. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.

I have never attempted to hide my disdain for humans. In fact, it used to be something I would relish in. I was young once, although that may seem impossible for something like me. I was once bloodthirsty. I was vengeful and cruel. I fought in countless wars that were carried out in several different names. Sometimes it was the same war just in a different era. Now that I look back, I actually can’t tell them apart anymore. As I grow older and wiser I can see that, no matter what banner I fought under, war is the same dance.

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October 10 2017 Rip the back to school challenge but anyways it feels like organic chemistry is consuming my life. I have a quiz tomorrow but right now I’m in bed ready to sleep in this abnormally warm weather :( MY NEW KANKEN (THANKS TO STUDYBUDDY) HAS MADE ITS DEBUT AND ITS SO WONDERFUL. I love kankens but this one is just gorgeous omg Anyways I had an 8am class so I’m going to take a nap lmao Someone remind me to study for the ochem quiz tomorrow sigh

now.

The truth is I don’t think anyone really enjoys sleeping alone. I don’t think you’re just another warm body that’ll fight off loneliness and the cold. You are so much more to me. I know, I know. It’s cliché, but that’s life. We are born. We live a little. And then we die. What we do in between is all up to us. This is how my heart operates. I only know how to love one way. All or nothing. If you crave attention, you can have it. If you’re having a bad day, cheesy jokes incoming. If you’re lost, I’ll hold your hands. If you’re angry, let’s get ice cream. I have an addictive personality, so in a sense, I’ll never be able to get enough of you. If you can’t sleep, I’ll hold you. I know that a part of your life is plagued by a lie. Dishonest people die twice– once when the words come out of your mouth and another when the truth finally shows up naked. I’m going to be honest with you. I do plenty of talking about love, but I’m truly afraid of it. Love is like a free meal– there’s always a catch. I have not seen forever make it yet. I haven’t. So when I pray, I pray for the stars. Maybe they’ll be able to save stomach butterflies. I don’t know if I’ll be able to love you until forever, maybe it’s because young love smothered the naive boy inside of my brain. Maybe I’ve finally had enough of heartache. It matters not about the why. I know about the distant when. Today, I love you. Today, I know you. Today, I need you. Today, I want you. Today, I read you. Today, I write you. Yesterday is long gone. Tomorrow can fucking wait, because today, I fucking love you. That makes this very letter special. I disowned all logic of time. The past has passed. The future is a four- way stop, each path is ripped apart by a wormhole that’ll take you back to the now. Today, you’ll make the decisions. The past died so that the present can grow into the future. In this relationship with you, I abandon all knowledge of what is in exchange for an adventure composed of art, music and poetry. And if my life is cut short by tomorrow morning… at least I made a conscious decision to love you enough today, so that we’ll always be in the now. I am afraid of love, but when I see your smile– I remember why I fell in love in the first place.

— victoria itv sentence starters.

 nsfw   and   triggering   themes   and   mentions   may   be   present,   change  pronouns  as  needed.

  • ❛ The butler said you’d be here. ❜
  • ❛ I think perhaps now I’m speaking as a woman and not as a Queen. ❜
  • ❛ At the beginning, I thought that you were the father I never had. ❜
  • ❛ I feel, I know, that you are the only companion I could desire. ❜
  • ❛ I think we could learn much from them. ❜
  • ❛ I would never do such a thing. ❜
  • ❛ I think you have it already. ❜
  • ❛ No. You must keep it intact for someone else. ❜
  • ❛ I have no use for it, you see. ❜
  • ❛ Like a rock, I’m made for life. ❜
  • ❛ I’m sorry to have disturbed you. ❜
  • ❛ I’m sorry if your dog does not recognize me. ❜
  • ❛ I, on the other hand, had no difficulty recognizing you. ❜
  • ❛ So, everybody who wants to send a letter, has to lick my face? ❜
  • ❛ Forgive me, I thought you were dressing you dog. ❜
  • ❛ I find nothing to laugh at, only to admire. ❜
  • ❛ I hope you enjoyed your day. ❜
  • ❛ _____ and I, visited the gallery. ❜
  • ❛ I have not yet finished. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, did you see my portrait? I think it my favorite. ❜
  • ❛ What did the doctors say? Tell me please. ❜
  • ❛ You are with child. That’s magnificent. You’re magnificent. ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid. ❜
  • ❛ Is it safe to announce? ❜
  • ❛ Is it so that you can keep a mistress? ❜
  • ❛ Is that what you think of me? ❜
  • ❛ How can you be so foolish? ❜
  • ❛ The only woman I want is you. ❜
  • ❛ When I marry you tomorrow it will be as an ordinary woman. ❜
  • ❛ And I will promise to love, honor and obey. ❜
  • ❛ Your honeymoon was not a long campaign, ma’am.  ❜
  • ❛ I don’t regard marriage as a battlefield. ❜
  • ❛ At least here, we only have one royal family. ❜
  • ❛ Your is, uh, wearing jewelry. ❜
  • ❛ I believe it is my privilege to take you into diner. ❜
  • ❛ You’ve done your hair differently duchess, brings out the curve in your neck. ❜
  • ❛ I won’t give up. You belong at my side. ❜
  • ❛ There’s no place for me here. ❜
  • ❛ They music, it is very well constructed. ❜
  • ❛ I should send for the doctor. ❜
  • ❛ Tell me, please. There’s nothing we can’t fix. ❜
  • ❛ This was your victory, my angel. ❜
  • ❛ Of course, I want children, your children, just not yet.
  • ❛ What are you doing? Someone tell you to do this? ❜
  • ❛ To avoid conception, there’s abstinence. Is that what you want? ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I’m so bored of this. No riding, no dancing. ❜
  • ❛ You do not like being with child because you cannot dance. ❜
  • ❛ A palace this size could never have too many teaspoons. ❜
  • ❛ Well, it is three o’ clock and I have my bonnet on. ❜
  • ❛ It’s my duty to show myself to my people. ❜
  • ❛ Look how happy people are to see us. ❜
  • ❛ Pulse is a little weak, you must rest. ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid that the world is more dangerous than what you think. ❜
  • ❛ I will keep you safe, I promise. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t remember giving that order. ❜

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite podcasts? I've recently gotten into them with Dear Hank and John, but I always want more amazing podcasts to listen to.

YES

i got you. 

here are my favorites:

psychobabble: if you’re into hank & john, i’m guessing you like youtube? this one is hosted by tyler oakley and korey kuhl- they are HILARIOUS and have had me full-on cackling in public.  the episodes aren’t that long, like a half hour or so each, so it’s pretty easy to get into. episode 45, trash talking turtles, kills me every time. if you listen to the show too much you’ll start talking just like them. 

ladies who lunch: another youtuber podcast. but you definitely don’t have to watch their videos to love this show. hosted by ingrid nilsen and kat valdez- two women talking openly and honestly about their lives and their experiences. their topics range from mental health, navigating family relationships, honesty within friendships, pollitics, spirituality, and a bunch more. listening to this makes you feel like you’re doing something good for your well-being and it’s such a comfort. 

gilmore guys: this one is kind of specific, but if you like the show gilmore girls, you should definitely listen to it. it has made me indescribably happy to hear people earnestly discuss one of my favorite shows in such depth. they go through every episode of the show- all 7 seasons plus the netflix revival. episodes are long as fuck (like 3 hours usually) which is why i love having it on in the background while doing life things. it’s made me laugh a bunch and made me feel even more connected to the show & characters. 

dear sugar: hosted by writers cheryl strayed and steve almond. beautiful and wise show where the hosts read letters written by listeners and give advice. no topic is off limits. it makes me feel connected to the world & has for sure helped me through some tough times. and it inspired me to read cheryl strayed’s book tiny beautiful things, a collection of advice columns she’s written. so SO good. my desert island book. 

comedy bang bang: this has been my constant companion for like two years straight. it’s made me laugh so, so hard and given me an appreciation for comedy in general. it’s just a silly improv show in the form of long interviews. the host, scott aukerman, has had some pretty well-known comedians on there (like nick kroll, amy poehler, ben schwartz), and some that i only know from the podcast world (like lauren lapkus oh my god she is so funny). the comedy bang bang tv show is also really really funny. 

my brother, my brother, and me: i can’t believe how long it took me to really check out this show. i just started listening like two weeks ago and it’s quickly become my absolute favorite. it’s an advice show hosted by three brothers- it’s crazy funny, and sometimes genuinely sweet? it’s great. it’s so great. please listen to it. some people recommend starting all the way from the beginning, but i’d start with the newer stuff (in the old days they were a little less woke. but one of the best things about their show now is how inclusive and open-minded they are!) also, you will 100% adopt their vocabulary. i’m so happy this good good podcast has come into my life. also you should listen to the adventure zone! also hosted by them. also great.


YAY PODCASTS 

Look | Solmaz Sharif

It matters what you call a thing: Exquisite a lover called me.
       Exquisite.

Whereas Well, if I were from your culture, living in this country,
       said the man outside the 2004 Republican National
       Convention, I would put up with that for this country;

Whereas I felt the need to clarify: You would put up with
       TORTURE, you mean and he proclaimed: Yes;

Whereas what is your life;

Whereas years after they LOOK down from their jets
        and declare my mother’s Abadan block PROBABLY
        DESTROYED, we walked by the villas, the faces
        of buildings torn off into dioramas, and recorded it
        on a hand-held camcorder and I said That’s a gun as I
        trained the lens on a rusting GUN-TYPE WEAPON and
        That’s Iraq as I zoomed over the river;

Whereas it could take as long as 16 seconds between
         the trigger pulled in Las Vegas and the Hellfire missile
         landing in Mazar-e-Sharif, after which they will ask
         Did we hit a child? No. A dog. they will answer themselves;

Whereas the federal judge at the sentencing hearing said
         I want to make sure I pronounce the defendant’s name
         correctly;

Whereas this lover would pronounce my name and call me
         Exquisite and LAY the floor lamp across the floor so that
         we would not see each other by DIRECT ILLUMINATION,
         softening even the light;

Whereas the lover made my heat rise, rise so that if heat
         sensors were trained on me, they could read
         my THERMAL SHADOW through the roof and through
         the wardrobe;

Whereas you know we ran into like groups like mass executions.
         w/ hands tied behind their backs. and everybody shot
         in the head side by side. its not like seeing a dead body walking
         to the grocery store here. its not like that. its iraq you know
         its iraq. its kinda like acceptable to see that there and not—it
         was kinda like seeing a dead dog or a dead cat laying—;

Whereas I thought if he would LOOK at my exquisite face
         or my father’s, he would reconsider;

Whereas You mean I should be sent MISSING because of my family
         name?
 and he answered Yes. That’s exactly what I mean,
         adding that his wife helped draft the PATRIOT Act;

Whereas the federal judge wanted to be sure he was
         pronouncing the defendant’s name correctly and said he
         had read all the exhibits, which included the letter I
         wrote to cast the defendant in a loving light;

Whereas today we celebrate things like his transfer to a
         detention center closer to home;

Whereas his son has moved across the country;

Whereas I made nothing happen;

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrowFor what is 
         your life? It is even a THERMAL SHADOW, it appears
         so little, and then vanishes from the screen;

Whereas I cannot control my own heat and it can take
         as long as 16 seconds between the trigger, the Hellfire
         missile, and A dog, they will answer themselves;

Whereas A dog, they will say: Now, therefore,

Let it matter what we call a thing.

Let it be the exquisite face for at least 16 seconds.

Let me LOOK at you.

Let me look at you in a light that takes years to get here.

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Sayaka’s blog post on 6 Oct 2017:

Good Evening.

I’m late to update my blog….

On October 1st, Sailor Moon Musical has ended.

For me, it was 3 years.

3 years ago
When it was decided that I would play this role,
My feeling was that I can be a Sailor Senshi 💕
However, I was full of anxiety on how I can play this role.

I was feeling anxious all the time.

Even after the first opening day, the uneasiness and anxiety continued
After reading the letters from everyone, my anxiety started to reduce bit by bit
It feels like yesterday.

Above all of these, Shuu-san who plays Uranus always takes care of me

We have talked about these episodes in many interviews….

I’m so grateful towards Shuu-san, so grateful.

Only with Shuu-san, can my Neptune and my Michiru exists.
I’m very blessed that we can do this together.

We had plenty of uneasiness and nervousness together in the closest proximity.
All of these have become my happy memories.

Tokyo, Osaka, Fukuoka, Hokkaido, Houston, Aichi
I have made memories at all these places.

In these 3 years, I am grateful to many people whom I have met.

My childhood dream has been fulfilled
Sailor Moon Musical.

Thank you to everybody whom I have met.

For the many letters, presents, comments on social media
These are my life treasure.

I am very blessed.

From now on, Sailor Moon and the Sailor Senshi will be my aspiration.

Angel with a Shotgun

So this is for the Anon who asked if I do songfics. I kinda do as in I listen to the song then write something inspired by it. I hate having to use the actual words, I feel too boxed in. So, nonny, this is inspired by “Angel with a Shotgun” by The Cab.


You’d noticed him the second he’d walked into the White Rose. How couldn’t you when he’d commanded attention with every confident step?

“What can I get ya sugar?” You’d flirted and his bright blue eyes had glanced at the selection behind the bar.

“Beer.” You nod, studying him for a second before pulling a Heineken from the fridge. He nods his thanks then takes a swig.

“Hey dollface!” One of your more, irritating, regulars calls. “Another round for me and my brothers!” He gestures to the men around him, his biker gang. The Howlies. You’d never meant for your bar to become one frequented by bikers but with it right off the curvy, scenic highway road you hadn’t had much say in the matter.

You pull several beers from the fridge, pop them open then place them on the bar. “What. Am I supposed to come and get them dollface?” You let out a sigh of frustration then gather up the beers in your hands and bring them over to his table. You know he’s going to make a move. He always does. Sure enough you set the beers down and he grabs you around the waist and pulls you into his lap. “How about becoming my old lady baby?” He holds you tightly but you manage to break his grasp, standing quickly and moving away. You’re hoping he’ll leave you alone once you’re away from his buddies. “You never answered my question.”

“Like I told you last time Thompson, no.”

“I could protect you.”

“The only one I need protection from is you.” You growl and he clenches his jaw, scowling down at you.

“Fuck you bitch. Do you know how easy it would be for me to come visit you one night? Nobody would do a goddamn thing.” He sneers. The bar has gone quiet, everyone seems to be frozen, watching to see what you’ll do. He isn’t wrong. Thompson is the leader of this group of Howlies and even though Natasha had promised she’d reach out to one of the heads of the gang you didn’t know how much longer you’d have to deal with him. You don’t say anything. Just stare at him, the rage clear in your eyes.

“The only reason none of them have touched you is because I said they couldn’t.” Thompson continues as he starts his way around the bar. Before he can round it you snatch your shotgun from under the register and point it at him.

“Back.” You snap, racking the gun.

“Like you even know how to use that.” He scoffs and you nod at the 14-point buck head hanging by the door.

“Tell that to him.” Thompson seems to be weighing his options when the stranger speaks.

“Leave her be.” His voice is low and commanding.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Thompson’s number two Hank asks. The stranger raises a dark brow at Hank then takes a swig of his beer. “I asked you a question.” Thompson’s attention is now on the stranger too. He’s moving to back up Hank and you watch with baited breath. Is this guy trying to get himself killed? Hank goes to pull his knife from his waist when the stranger grabs his wrist.

“I wouldn’t.” He says calmly.

“The fuck!” Thompson snaps and the stranger shoves Hank back into him and pulls the glove off of his left hand. That’s when you realize who he is, you’d heard of him of course but never thought he’d be the one that would come to your aid. “S-sir.” Thompson stammers at the sight of the metal hand, only one man has that. The Winter Solider. Co-command of the Howlies.

“Get out. If you come back and I hear about it I won’t be so forgiving next time.” He growls, and even though his attention isn’t on you your heart is racing. The bar clears out. None of the Howlies are willing to risk enraging their leader any more than Thompson and Hank already have.

“Thank you.” You squeak, shotgun forgotten in your hands.

“You can put that away doll. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Right.”

“You really shoot that buck?” He asks softly and you nod tucking the gun back under the register. “Nice. He’s a beaut.” You can’t seem to think of anything to say to him.

“Thanks.” You finally manage to mumble.

“Sorry about him. I’ll give him a talking to later, I promise he won’t bother you again doll.”

“Thank you.” You shake your head then pour yourself a shot of tequila, downing it quickly. “Did Natasha call you?”

“Yea. Wanted to see what was going on with my own two eyes before I stepped in. Hope that’s okay.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I can see that.” He smirks at you and you swear your whole body is on fire. “Nat said he was gettin’ more aggressive. Any threats other than the ones I saw today?”

“No. Those are his go to’s.” He nods then holds his hand out.

“Gimme your phone.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna give you my direct number. Just incase.”

“You’re based 7 hours away. What good is your number gonna do me?” You ask, but pass him your phone anyway.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere for a while Doll. Besides, maybe I’m hopin’ you’ll call me just to say hi.” He puts his number in then calls his phone from yours. “We’re not all like him doll, Cap and I don’t tolerate that kinda shit.”

“You’re the leaders of a biker gang. What kinda shit do you tolerate?”

“Chaotic Good Sweetheart.” He smirks at you again, those blue eyes bright with interest. “Wanna come for a ride?”

“What?”

“Come for a ride with me. I’ve got a couple groups to check on and you seem like my kinda dame.” He pulls a ten out of his wallet and places it on the bar. “I’m gonna use the bathroom then go. You can come with me or not, choice is yours. Either way I’m gonna protect you, and you should probably close up for today anyway. Just incase Thompson gets any ideas.” He moves away and disappears into the bathroom. You take his bottle off the counter and then make change for him for his beer. You look at your phone, realizing you don’t know what he put himself in your phone as you go to recent calls and smile at the name he’s put in.

You meet him at his bike. It’s a monster of a thing, but gorgeous. All black with the name Rebecca painted on it in silver letters.

“My sister.” He says when he notices your stare. “So what made up your mind doll?” He asks as you lock up the bar.

“The name you put in my phone. Nat has told me about you.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear.” He warns softly, passing you a helmet.

“So I shouldn’t believe that people you like, people that can trust you can call you Bucky?”

“No, that’s true. And you can trust me doll, I’ll protect you.” He promises straddling his bike. She roars to life and he looks over his shoulder at you. You yank the helmet on then climb onto the back of his bike. You wrap your arms around his waist, and he pulls onto the highway. It’s in those first five seconds that you know. If he’d asked you to be his old lady, there’s no way in hell you’d say no.

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DEAR TAYLOR,

Thank you for having us over for your secret sessions for Rhode Island night 1. You have no idea how much you mean to me. my name is Alli and we had a good 10 minutes conversation about sea urchins and every time it got quiet in the room i would say “ i love you” because you have no idea how much of an impact you have on my life. You have helped me through so many things and this was a dream come true. I wish I got to talk to you more because I had everything I wanted to say all ready and set but all came out of my mouth was “ I love you” THIS IS ACTUALLY A FUNNY STORY, so while it went on so late and my parents have told me that they called the cops because they thought Molly and I had been kidnapped. I wish I got to give you my letter that I have made you but I didn’t know if i was able to give it to you or not. But thank you for an incredible night and I have made so many new friends. Thank you so much. I’m sorry this is so long and for you taking the time to read this. This has made me so happy but I can’t believe it’s over and I hope you remember me just as much as I will forever remember you. I love you. “I had the time of my life with you.“
LOVE ALWAYS, allison

@taylorswift

Dear Girl Meets World...

(if you get to the end of this, clap on the back to you!)

Dear girl meets world,
Where to begin… I’m young (probably a lot younger than most of the people in this fandom) but that doesn’t mean I don’t know a good show when I see one. And this was a damn fine show. It was clever, cheeky, cheerful and real. I love this show with all my heart and I can honestly truly say that it has changed my life for the better. I thought I would say a few things to many of the characters I’ve grown to love and appreciate (no matter how many wrongs and rights they make) so lets begin.

Dear Amy and Alan Matthews,
Thank you for teaching me that you can be classy and calm and collected, even when times get tough. But, thank you for also teaching me that you’re allowed to get stressed and you’re allowed to have fun. I hope you continue to nourish your family and grow old in style as you always did.

Dear Josh and Morgan Matthews,
I may not be particularly fond of you, Josh, but thank you for teaching me to be fun and young and live whilst I can. Thank you for showing that adult life isn’t as easy as it may seem and Morgan thanks for showing me that its okay to be the youngest child and that growing up has its ups and downs. I hope you continue with your education and enjoy the gap year that you will most definitely take cause you’re josh and you just will and Morgan I wish you the best with whatever you choose is best for you.

Dear John Turner,
Thank you for teaching me to care for those who need it when they are going through stuff, and using my own experiences to guide them. Thank you for teaching me that education can be modern and fun, but still be extremely important. I hope you continue to show others the importance of school and ride as many motorbikes as is safe.

Dear Shawn Hunter,
Thank you for teaching me that life is hard. But, that the people around you care and love you, no matter how many mistakes you make. You will always remain a great hero, and I hope you and your family continue to live life to the fullest and make many happy memories with those who have made you who you are today.

Dear Katy Hunter,
Thank you for teaching me that sometimes you have to wait a little to find what you’ve been looking for but that its worth it in the end. Thank you for showing us that being a single mom is hard and that sometimes, your needs come first. Your wounds need some time to heal but that’s alright. I hope you continue to aspire after your dreams and find that true happiness that you’ve wanted and deserved for a long time.

Dear Auggie Matthews and Ava Morgansterrrnnn (Matthews),
Thank you for teaching me to be young and love those we love unapologetically, even if others their age don’t think they go well together. I hope you have an amazing childhood with sass and vibrancy and happy family (even if it takes a while Ava 😉)

Dear Rachel, Angela and Jack,
Thanks for teaching me about love and life. Thanks for teaching me to embrace myself and my future, no matter where it leads me. Thank you for teaching us that we can always rely on friends and that everyone at any age is different, but we have similar experiences to those our own age which we can share and care for. I hope you love your lives and the people in it.

Dear Eric Matthews,
Thank you for teaching me to be a little coo-coo and a little mad. “a bit of madness is key” they say and you truly showed us that. Thank you for making me laugh hysterically and I hope you continue to guide St Upid Town with your strange but most-appreciated wisdom.

Dear Topanga Matthews/ Lawrence,
Where to start. Thank you for showing me I can be female and feminine but strong and hard-working. Thank you for showing me that true love can be found and that sometimes you make the best decisions about yourself by yourself, but asking for help isn’t a weakness (and to always stand by your girls) You will forever be one of the strongest women that i know and I thank you for empowering and inspiring me and your children.

To Janitor Harley, Harper and the teachers, Missy, Charlie, Brandon, Billy, Sarah, Jade, Darby, Yogi, Yindra, Nigel, Dave and all the other wonderful extras that make the show what it is (and that google cant help me find -sorry guys!) thank you for teaching me that my educations matters no matter what drama is happening and that I am every bit as important as everyone else.
I hope you’re all successful and happy!


Dear Isadora Smackle,
Thank you for showing me and many others that a condition isn’t a weakness, and that you are still you no matter what life throws at you. Thanks for teaching girls about the importance of being who you are and not doing it just cause its in “fashion”. I hope you get your nobel prize and find happiness wherever that may be.


Dear Zay Babineaux,
Thank you for teaching me that there are more important things in life than school and to chill sometimes. Thanks for telling us about how hard it can be to be a new person, but stick to the good ‘uns you find. I hope you continue to get the ladies, embrace yourself and make everyone laugh.

Dear Lucas Friar,
Thank you for teaching me that you can become a different and better person to who you were, never mind your past. I hope you have plenty of hucklebabies and become a vet or whatever else you want to be.

Dear Farkle Minkus,
Thanks for teaching me about how the way the world works and that you can not always find a reason for things, you have to let them be. Thanks for showing that who you were makes you who you are now, and that there will always be some pieces of you that never change no matter how old you get. May your future be happy and scienc-y (and full of sunshiney brunettes 😉)

Dear Maya Hart,
Thank you for teaching me that you can accomplish hope and happiness, no matter what you’ve been through or what you’re going to go through. Thank you for showing me that its okay to lose yourself sometimes, but that you can be sarcastic and witty and happy no matter who you decide to be. I love you ❤ and wish you many hucklebabies and inspire others with art and music and whatever you choose to do.

Dear Cory Matthews,
Oh my oh my. Thank you for showing us your experiences, and how the world can be a little daunting, a little fun and a little wild at times but that everything boils down to one thing, that people change people (+for extra credit, what us does for them)
Thanks for showing us who we can become and what we can do with a little magic and a whole lotta love. Continue to have a passion for what you teach, and inspire all your students to do as well as your current students are doing.

Dear Riley Matthews,
Thank you for teaching me that you can be optimistic and open minded, even as you get older and the world becomes a scarier place. Thank you for showing us the world through your eyes and that anything is possible with a little hope. You show your friends, family and everyone around you ultimate love, support and kindness which is so commendable. You will go so far.
I hope you become who you want to be and I hope you reach the targets you set which are so high. You are an inspiration and a light to this generation so thank you from the bottom of my heart. We all need a sprinkling of Riley in our lives.

And finally, how could we forget good ol’ Feeny (or as I like to see him, Mr Michael Jacobs and the whole team who make these amazing stories possible to tell).

I will never forget the lessons you have taught me and so many others about what life is truly about. You have bought light to so much darkness in people’s lives and have really changed people. I will never forget the memories this community has given me and though it may be over, I will always remember your most important lesson (its even in my insta bio!).

Dream. Try. Do Good.

So thank you to everyone in this letter, to the fandom, to the cast and crew and to anyone who has ever made it possible. Thank you.

I love you all,

Class dismissed.

An Open Letter To The Boy Who Raped Me.

I remember that night very vividly. I remember more than I would like to. I remember crying, trying to push you off of me, and begging you to stop. I also remember exactly what you said to me as I begged you to stop.
You looked me straight in the face and said “If I stop now it’ll only hurt worse when I go back in.” I was appalled at your response. I didn’t know what to say. Nevertheless I begged you to stop and you continued despite my many protests.

In one night you took everything from me.. My dignity, my innocence, my trust, my peace of mind and more importantly — my sense of security. I didn’t feel safe anywhere I went. You made it hard for me to trust new people, I started secluding myself from everyone because I was afraid.

You also made me hate myself.
For the longest time I couldn’t look at my own unclothed body without feeling an abundance of hatred and disgust towards myself. I felt very uncomfortable in my own body.

I blamed myself for what you did to me. I should’ve fought back harder. I shouldn’t have let you do that to me. Those are just a few of the thoughts that ran through my head everyday. I was ashamed for the longest time, I didn’t want to admit it. Now I realize that it wasn’t my fault and I definitely didn’t LET you do it. Though I might not have been able to stop you, it still was not my fault.

I’m writing you to let you know that I’m not mad anymore. I no longer feel hate towards you, I no longer shudder when I hear your name, and I’m no longer scared. I forgive you for what you did to me. Though I’ll never get back the things you took from me, I forgive you.

And I want you to know that what I thought was the lowest point in my life led me to one of the highest points in my life. You’ve made me realize that although the sun may set, it will always rise again. I’ve grown so much in my faith since what happened and I’ve surrounded myself with some of the most amazing people I know. I have someone so special who cherishes me and respects my boundaries.

I’m happy now, you should be too. I hope you’ve learned from your mistake.

–A Girl Who Has Healed.

For the Fickle - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by agent-spidey

A/N: hello, lovelies! this wasn’t requested. i have been working on this one for quite a long time. it’s based on a song by Reese Lansangan (it’s on spotify!) with the same title as this fic. it is such a good song, i swear. i’m working on the requests, don’t worry. yes, this was reposted. originally, i wanted to add a gif/photo while on the mobile app but it said it had too many words smh. so here it is, maybe it’ll get a little more attention now? love u bye ((also i’m grounded and not supposed to here whoops))
word count: 1247 words
warning(s): angst kinda + should fluff be a warning?

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leave my body
floating away
let the rain
come down
this is what i’m used to
it’s what i’m made of
you’ll see

Peter Parker was the love of your life. You adored him endlessly. Whenever you saw him, you’d feel warmth creeping over your chest and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. What made it better was he’d look at you and feel the same way.

Peter Parker, oh wow. That boy could make you smile. His soft fingers touching yours, filling the spaces in between: that’s his favorite sensation. He always wanted you to feel his love in the most tangible ways because he knew you’ve been left alone before. He knew of your fair share of heartbreak and loneliness, and he made it a point to never let you experience that again.

“You’re gonna leave me one day.” You told him, sobbing. His eyes softened as he heard the fear in your voice.

“Not a chance, baby.” He reassured you, lacing his fingers into yours. He kissed your knuckles as your hands remained intertwined.

“How do you know?” You cried.

“I just know, Y/N.” He smiled. You grew frustrated with the way he handled the situation so easily.

“They all left me, why would you stay?” You mumbled under your breath, ready to draw your hand back.

“Because I love you, and that’s all I need to stay.” He said, tightening his grip around your hand. Everything felt better and you thought maybe he would stick around.

finding anchors
deep in the sea
for your fickle mind
and your cold feet
i’m the only one swimming
while you’re still waiting
by the shore

There were times when Peter wouldn’t have it. He hated having to repeat himself as if you didn’t believe his love for you. It was clear as day that you both were in love with each other, why was it so hard for you to believe that he would stay?

There were days when you’d make him laugh as if he had never laughed before. Sometimes, he’d catch you staring and you’d ask him how you had gotten so lucky. He always told you he was the lucky one… but then there were days when you’d shut him out and it would leave him dumbfounded and confused. Why would you wallow in your own sadness instead of letting him help you?

“Do you expect me to just wait here and watch you cry?” He asked, raising his voice. “Why do you shut me out every time?”

“I-I don’t want to be a burden.” You replied. “You already have a whole city to save, I don’t want to be extra baggage to carry.”

“Y/N, you’re never a burden to me. Listen, please,” He cupped your face as he begged. “I love you.”

Despite the arguments, he still wouldn’t leave. He was often confused, but he was patient. Peter Parker would wait for you, no matter how long it takes.

i made a list of things i love
just in case you go
all my life has been about
waiting for people to go
your love’s uncertain
won’t you hold it down in chains?
oh won’t you break me now so i can’t feel the pain?

You gave Peter a letter telling him how much you loved him along with the things you loved about him. Oh, Peter. I love your eyes, your smile, you fingers when they’re wrapped around mine. I get butterflies every time you want to hold my hand, even when it’s clammy. I love the way your nose scrunches up when you hear me say something unbelievably cheesy but blush at the same time. I love all of these things. I love you and all of you.

You always wrote him things like these, from letters to poems. You, too, wanted to make him feel your love in the most tangible ways, just a little different from how he does it.

Peter knew you didn’t want him reading it in front of you. He always kept it in his pocket to read for later, then he tells you how much he loved reading it the day after.

You’d never admit it, but it was sort of a reminder just in case he forgot how much you loved him. You don’t want Peter to leave, regardless of the countless times you’ve asked if he wanted to. You just thought maybe if he left now, it would hurt less, but you both knew that wasn’t true. It has been too long for it not to hurt. You loved him too much for it not to hurt.

but all i want is
steady love
leave my heart in
steady love
and all i want is
steady love
empty your hands and hold me
give me steady love

“It hurts me, you know?” Peter said out of the blue. You were laying on his chest while he leaned against a tree in the park. He held your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “When you ask me if I wanna leave? It hurts me.” You looked at him with a mixture of guilt and fear. “I’m not angry, Y/N. It just gets me thinking a lot. I love you.” He said in a calm voice. “I don’t want anyone else, I only want you. You’re more than I deserve, I hate that you think I deserve better. You’re my favorite person. You are better.”

“Peter-” You started but he wasn’t finished.

“I know you have your doubts and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have mine, but Y/N, god, I love you. I’m sorry if I don’t try hard enough to understand you. You’re my whole world. You’re my life line. I’ll say all the things I wanna say and tell you all the things you wanna hear. I just want you to realize how much you mean to me.” He brought your hand to his lips. “I only want you and your steady love.”

no, i don’t want just any love
i want steady love

“I-I’m sorry, Peter.” You drew your hand back and turned to face him. “I love you too, I really do. I’m sorry for all the times I shut you out. I’m sorry I keep telling you to leave when I don’t want you to. I’m sorry for being so high maintenance.” You held his hands again. “I don’t wanna give up on you, Peter. I want to fix this. I want to fix us.”

“There’s nothing to fix.” He furrowed his brows and shook his head.

You let a small laugh escape from your lips. “There’s so much to fix, Peter. We’re not perfect and that’s okay. I’d rather have this than be with anyone else.” You sniffed. You didn’t realize you were crying.

Peter cupped your face with his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “I love you.” He said again. Neither of you grew tired of giving and receiving those words.

“I love you too.” You replied. You leaned in to kiss him softly and pulled away with a smile.

Peter Parker was the love of your life. He didn’t give you just any love, he gave you the love you deserved. Oh wow, the things that boy could do to you. He confused you sometimes, and you to him, but that will never be enough to make either of you stop giving each other steady love.

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FT Chapter 535 Reaction

Let’s start with Jellal, Acnologia and Erza’s group…

I’m loving what Mashima is doing with Acnologia. He is making him look scary, creepy and the ever (not) lovable villain. Acnologia looks bad ass and I’m looking forward to seeing how FT will take him out. It’s looking like it’ll have to be curse power since it’s not magic and it should be able to be even with him. (Imagine a unison raid between both Zeref and Natsu?!).

Although it was small but intense, the Jerza feels hit me super hard. It made me think about when they were kids and he risked everything to save her from being killed and in return she started a revolt! (What these two could accomplish…) As I’ve mentioned before I don’t want Jellal to die, and between this chapter and last chapter, I’m getting a little nervous. My brain is not comprehending theories for Jellal to get out of this with all the other shit that’s going down…

Exhibit A (through …!) LOL

ANYONE ELSE NOTICE HOW IT’S PURE WHITE?!? Almost like it’s glowing?!? (Or maybe I’ve finally lost it? :p) I want to know if I’m looking to much into this but it honestly looks like it’s glowing!

Now onto the major controversy people will have with this chapter…

The “Nakama Power Up” (Short version)

One: Friendship is a form of love.

Two: Love is the one true magic (aka One Magic)

Three: The One Magic is the base of all magic, and magic can become infinite is given the right motivation.

(Anyone interested in a longer version with examples…it’ll be up on my Tumblr a bit later) 

Moving on to the main freak out of this chapter… (For me at least)

“No…someone rewrote it?! I can’t believe that a human was able to handle the demonic letters!!!”

Confession? When I saw Zeref freaking out about the book, I literally muttered to myself and said “You mad bro?” …

I wonder what made Zeref so surprised that END’s book could be rewritten…maybe it has something to do with the Heartfilia line? 

But then Zeref had to go and make things complicated and then Mashima never brings it up again!

“There’s no life for the changed ones…” (Damn you Zeref! Finish and tell us exactly you mean!) 

Is Lucy going to die because she messed/rewrote the book? Is her magic being slowly sucked out?

Is she getting pumped full of demon blood like Mira and Minerva in Hell’s Core?!?! That last question hit me as I saw the opening panel…it could be. Something is coming inside of her and is changing her…

I HAVE TO KNOW! (Insert picture of Mest eating flowers… LOL)

The Graylu bromance was great to see! I hope that if Lucy is turning into a demon, the last thing we need is a demon slayer…(Gray learned his lesson I’m sure! And Juvia’s ‘death’ hasn’t pushed him over the edge like last time).

I really loved this chapter! I always love a good complete tangled mess to crawl out of!

I didn’t bother talking about the panels with Natsu thanking Lucy and the others because it’s pretty self explanatory…that and the fan girl part of me is still squealing about the Nalu :P

Final note…

Chapter 536: Roaring Dragon Flame - NATSU’S FLAMES OF EMOTION?!?!! HYPE!

(Sorry for the delay for those who actually like my reactions…it means a lot!)

Ironic (Minhyuk x Reader)

Originally posted by theseoks

Admin: Mimi

Description: Soulmates, in your opinion, were something you could live without. But, of course, life has other ideas.

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 702

Authors Note: So, this is something I wrote for Candi before we even made this blog, which is why it’s rough and looks bad – honestly I think it’s a mess and it’s not that good but it’s been sitting on my laptop forever and I was going crazy staring at it. If I didn’t post it now, I never would and it would just stay there forever, glaring at me. So, I hope you enjoy this trainwreck of an old fic, and happy reading!

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #95


It was the second nightmare this week, the seventh this month.

I could say I’m used to it by now, but nobody in their right mind can be used to their brother screaming their name helplessly in the middle of the night. The fact that every episode is more violent than the preceding one doesn’t help either. It started when Dean came back to the bunker again, three, four months ago. At first, it was just words I could hardly decipher through the door when I was coming back from the library or the kitchen; then, as time went by, they became cries, louder and louder every time. My name, pretty often. Calls for help too. Pleas for whatever torture to stop. Again and again and again. 

Stop, don’t do this, please. PLEASE. STOP. MAKE IT STOP.

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Follow Forever #1

So, YOI creator appreciation day recently passed and i missed it because i was busy with family stuff, but I also recently hit 400 followers (!!!), so i thought it was time to do one of these! I really want to say thank you in general to everyone who has not only followed me but sent me sweet messages or comments on my fics, it truly keeps me going on days when i want to quit. PS- I may be doing a little fic giveaway for my next goal ;)

@schoolningyo - wrote my all time favorite Otayuri fic, Sea Town! So lovely and their writing is just so serene and haunting and I adore it!

@basilique - Wrote the amazing Sex and Other Madnesses Series, and for a whole-cast series it really keeps all the characters on an interesting storyline and the world building is superb! 

@otasucc - Lia is the light of my blue hell life, tbh. She is so funny and I can thank her for bringing CP into my life and for that I owe her so much. I would literally fight for u lia you’re gr8. 

@thoughtsappear - my dearest bug. She always is there to bounce around fic ideas and listen to my complaints. 

@severeminx - One of the first blogs I followed and talked to here in the YOI fandom. Such a lovely, classic soul. Every time I see her selfies my eyeliner skills shake with envy.

@creemsicaal - made the first fanart inspired by one of my fics I ever received in my life, and it was actually a “remember where you were” moment for me (standing in the middle of a costco) and I still look at their work in awe, so incredibly talented! (Yuri Fanart)

@otapocalypse - brought my favorite angry coke boy to life (or at least in art) and for that i’m so grateful. an incredibly talented artist who really put so much detail into the Otabek and Yuri that live and wreak havoc in my head, just look at that tiger tattoo! Still stunned. (Almaty’s Fire Otayuri Fanart)

@eclair - Made some silly words that meant something only to me into beautiful writing for all to see. Thank you for recognizing and lifting up my words <3 (Otabek’s lyrics letter art)

@blameotayuri - Is always so nice and positive to everyone, myself included. Has an beautiful singing voice to match her sweet soul. Ducky is the shot of sugar we all need.

@trashyartz - has made some of my all time favorite Otayuri art! The style just captures Yuri so well and is so inspiring to me. 

@betelxeuse - Has always left the most amazing, long, and helpful comments on some of my fics and have made my heart just leap with joy. Thank you so much for your support 

@tootsonnewts - just a great, supportive mutual! I hope we become closer friends because Ashley has an infectious positive energy and I really love seeing her on my dash.

@ghostmoonchild - Another great and supportive friend i’ve made here.  Thank you for listening to all my ramblings. Miss you <3

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Woman of Letters - Part Seven

Asthetic made by the lovely @hanny-writes-spn 

A/N: Part 7 of my WoL series. This is kind of an in between part, so just bare with me. My original plan was to post twice a week, but this series isn’t getting a lot of feedback, so I’m gonna start writing some of the other things I have on my list, and post this once a week. Thanks to my wonderful beta @thorne93. Feedback is always appreciated.

Summary: When Louisa finds an old, unopened letter from her great grandfather, she leaves her old life behind to go search for a man named Henry Winchester, hoping he has some answers for her. What she finds is beyond her wildest imagination, but she is determined to continue her family’s legacy.  

Warnings: language.

Wordcount: 1949

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*not my GIF*

Originally posted by ilostmyshoe-79

“It’s not fear, you’re a giant,” Louisa joked. It was just after noon and she and Sam had been sparring for almost two hours now, she was exhausted, and her muscles were aching. No matter how hard she tried, she could not pin Sam to the ground.

“Well, I can use my size to my advantage, but so can you,” Sam explained, brushing his long hair out of his face. Yes, Louisa was a lot smaller than him, but she was quick and Sam tried to get her to use that against him. “We won’t stop before you get me pinned to the floor.”

“Fuck you, Winchester,” she chuckled as she sat up her stance again. She was truly exhausted, but she was also determined to get this done.

Dean walked through the gym doors just in time to see Louisa pop her hip out and fling Sam over her shoulder, his massive body hitting the floor with a thud and a loud groan before she twisted his arm and placed a knee on his chest. She looked absolutely beat. Her hair sticking out of her ponytail, her cheeks red and her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Dean had a hard time taking his eyes off of her as her face lit up in pride. Sam could easily have gotten out of her hold, but it looked like he decided to let her have the win. That’s just one of the many differences between Dean and his little brother, Dean would have kept going until she got it right. Giving her a false sense of security like this would only put her in more harm out in the real world.

“Tell me I can go shower or I swear to god I will twist your arm off,” she threatened with a bright smile on her face, which made Sam laugh and Dean had to fight back his own smile. She sure was feisty.

“Since I kind of need my arm,” Sam answered thoughtfully and she released her grip on him.

“Dean,” Louisa exclaimed as she turned around to get her towel. “I didn’t see you there.”

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For the Fickle - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: hello, lovelies! this wasn’t requested. i have been working on this one for quite a long time. it’s based on a song by Reese Lansangan with the same title as this fic. it is such a good song, i swear. i’m working on the requests, don’t worry. please bear with me, i wanted to post this with a cute picture of peter/tom but mobile tumblr is pretty much shit and won’t let me post too long and made things complicated. i’ll be better at this, i promise! thank you all so much!
word count: 1247 words
warning(s): angst kinda

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leave my body
floating away
let the rain
come down
this is what i’m used to
it’s what i’m made of
you’ll see

Peter Parker was the love of your life. You adored him endlessly. Whenever you saw him, you’d feel warmth creeping over your chest and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. What made it better was he’d look at you and feel the same way.

Peter Parker, oh wow. That boy could make you smile. His soft fingers touching yours, filling the spaces in between: that’s his favorite sensation. He always wanted you to feel his love in the most tangible ways because he knew you’ve been left alone before. He knew of your fair share of heartbreak and loneliness, and he made it a point to never let you experience that again.

“You’re gonna leave me one day.” You told him, sobbing. His eyes softened as he heard the fear in your voice.

“Not a chance, baby.” He reassured you, lacing his fingers into yours. He kissed your knuckles as your hands remained intertwined.

“How do you know?” You cried.

“I just know, Y/N.” He smiled. You grew frustrated with the way he handled the situation so easily.

“They all left me, why would you stay?” You mumbled under your breath, ready to draw your hand back.

“Because I love you, and that’s all I need to stay.” He said, tightening his grip around your hand. Everything felt better and you thought maybe he would stick around.

finding anchors
deep in the sea
for your fickle mind
and your cold feet
i’m the only one swimming
while you’re still waiting
by the shore

There were times when Peter wouldn’t have it. He hated having to repeat himself as if you didn’t believe his love for you. It was clear as day that you both were in love with each other, why was it so hard for you to believe that he would stay?

There were days when you’d make him laugh as if he had never laughed before. Sometimes, he’d catch you staring and you’d ask him how you had gotten so lucky. He always told you he was the lucky one… but then there were days when you’d shut him out and it would leave him dumbfounded and confused. Why would you wallow in your own sadness instead of letting him help you?

“Do you expect me to just wait here and watch you cry?” He asked, raising his voice. “Why do you shut me out every time?”

“I-I don’t want to be a burden.” You replied. “You already have a whole city to save, I don’t want to be extra baggage to carry.”

“Y/N, you’re never a burden to me. Listen, please,” He cupped your face as he begged. “I love you.”

Despite the arguments, he still wouldn’t leave. He was often confused, but he was patient. Peter Parker would wait for you, no matter how long it takes.

i made a list of things i love
just in case you go
all my life has been about
waiting for people to go
your love’s uncertain
won’t you hold it down in chains?
oh won’t you break me now so i can’t feel the pain?

You gave Peter a letter telling him how much you loved him along with the things you loved about him. Oh, Peter. I love your eyes, your smile, you fingers when they’re wrapped around mine. I get butterflies every time you want to hold my hand, even when it’s clammy. I love the way your nose scrunches up when you hear me say something unbelievably cheesy but blush at the same time. I love all of these things. I love you and all of you.

You always wrote him things like these, from letters to poems. You, too, wanted to make him feel your love in the most tangible ways, just a little different from how he does it.

Peter knew you didn’t want him reading it in front of you. He always kept it in his pocket to read for later, then he tells you how much he loved reading it the day after.

You’d never admit it, but it was sort of a reminder just in case he forgot how much you loved him. You don’t want Peter to leave, regardless of the countless times you’ve asked if he wanted to. You just thought maybe if he left now, it would hurt less, but you both knew that wasn’t true. It has been too long for it not to hurt. You loved him too much for it not to hurt.

but all i want is
steady love
leave my heart in
steady love
and all i want is
steady love
empty your hands and hold me
give me steady love

“It hurts me, you know?” Peter said out of the blue. You were laying on his chest while he leaned against a tree in the park. He held your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “When you ask me if I wanna leave? It hurts me.” You looked at him with a mixture of guilt and fear. “I’m not angry, Y/N. It just gets me thinking a lot. I love you.” He said in a calm voice. “I don’t want anyone else, I only want you. You’re more than I deserve, I hate that you think I deserve better. You’re my favorite person. You are better.”

“Peter-” You started but he wasn’t finished.

“I know you have your doubts and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have mine, but Y/N, god, I love you. I’m sorry if I don’t try hard enough to understand you. You’re my whole world. You’re my life line. I’ll say all the things I wanna say and tell you all the things you wanna hear. I just want you to realize how much you mean to me.” He brought your hand to his lips. “I only want you and your steady love.”

no, i don’t want just any love
i want steady love

“I-I’m sorry, Peter.” You drew your hand back and turned to face him. “I love you too, I really do. I’m sorry for all the times I shut you out. I’m sorry I keep telling you to leave when I don’t want you to. I’m sorry for being so high maintenance.” You held his hands again. “I don’t wanna give up on you, Peter. I want to fix this. I want to fix us.”

“There’s nothing to fix.” He furrowed his brows and shook his head.

You let a small laugh escape from your lips. “There’s so much to fix, Peter. We’re not perfect and that’s okay. I’d rather have this than be with anyone else.” You sniffed. You didn’t realize you were crying.

Peter cupped your face with his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “I love you.” He said again. Neither of you grew tired of giving and receiving those words.

“I love you too.” You replied. You leaned in to kiss him softly and pulled away with a smile.

Peter Parker was the love of your life. He didn’t give you just any love, he gave you the love you deserved. Oh wow, the things that boy could do to you. He confused you sometimes, and you to him, but that will never be enough to make either of you stop giving each other steady love.

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