my love for this movie is endless

Masterlist Update: 8/1/17

Teen Wolf Imagines

Theo Raeken

*Unexpected Encounter Series
- Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6  Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11

One Shots
*Protective Duo
*Two can play that game
*Math Tutor
*Theo and the Banshee
*Night out
*Sneaking Around
*Your Move
*History
*Stay Away
*Dress Trouble
*Bad Timing
*A Unexpected Moment
*Study Session
*Family Off Limits
*Big Mistake
*I’m Not Walking Away
*Come Back To Bed
*It’s Over…Were Over
*You Drive Me Crazy
*I Don’t Regret It…Do You?
*Happy Birthday
*Give Me A Chance
*You Pushed Me Away
*The Next Step
*You Went To Far
*Difficult Decision
*Biggest Fear
*Why Did You Kiss Me?
*Forgive You…Yes, Trust You…No
*Something Were Not
*Endless Love
*Date Gone Wrong
*Being Difficult
*Two Different Storms
*My Hands Only
*Height Problems
*Last Breath
*They Just Don’t Know You
*Just Sleep Babe
*A Night In
*Same Old Fight
*Board Game Fun
*Shopping Trip Deal
*I Hate You…I Love You?
*Force Of Nature
*Dollhouse
*Movie Date?
*Got A Secret,Can You Keep It
*Handsome, Dangerous, Addictive
*Needed Me
*Blood Like Gasoline
*I’m In Love With A Killer
*Nothing To Be Jealous Of
*Be Careful What You Wish For
*Strange Love
*Like I Would
*Back In Your Arms
*I’ll Be There
*A Happy Ending
*Lazy Love
*Bad Memory
*Sparks Fly
*I Love Everything You Don’t
*Long Day
*Unplanned Study Break
*Beep Beep
*Bad Day
*Down And Dirty
*Secret Love Song
*Dynasty

Mini Series Imagines
*Admit It -  Part 2
*Miss Me -  Part 2
*When It Comes To You - Part 2
*Two Broken Hearts - Part 2
*Roommate Drama - Part 2
*How Could You? - Part 2 - Part 3
*Present And Past Collide - Part 2 - Part 3
*Complicated - Part 2
*This Isn’t A Joke - Part 2 - Part 3
*A 3 Part Mini Imagine Series - Say It (Part 1) - How To Love Her (Part 2) - 201AM (Part 3)

Stiles Stilinski
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Trying to study
*I’m Sorry- Part 2
*I Like You
*Over-Protective Parents
*Embarrassing Secrets
*You Can’t Have Him
*He Likes Me…He Likes Me Not?
*Could This Be The Start Of Something?
*No Need To Worry
*Meeting An Old Family Friend
*Infinity
*Can’t Sleep Without You
*Jealously
*She’s In Love With Someone Else
*The Nightmare Returns
*That Wasn’t Very Subtle
*What? You Got Claws, I’ve Got A Bat
*More Than A Mission

Derek Hale
*Let Me Help
*Famous
*Sorry To Disappoint
*Just Kiss Me
*A Close Call
*Happily Ever After

Isaac Lahey
*Can I Stay
*Are You Serious?
*What Are We?
*Only Got Eyes For You
*Classroom Distraction
*You’ve Completely Changed - Part 2
*Feeling A Connection
*I Was Watching Over You
*Argue Than Make Up
*Knight In Shining Armor
*Secretly In Love
*If I Could Fly
*First Impression Gone Wrong
*Back In Your Arms
*Confession Sealed With A Kiss
*It Must Be Fate - Part 2
*Shout Out To My Ex
*Sorry Won’t Fix This - Part 2
*Ain’t Going To End Well
*Will You Marry Me?
*Not Liking This Idea
*If She’s Going, I’m Going
*I Just Don’t…I Don’t Know
*Too Much To Drink
*One Time
*Voodoo
*Play Date
*Permanent Love

Scott McCall
*Love Me Or Leave Me- Part 2
*Late Night Visits
*Happy Holidays

Liam Dunbar
*My Hero
*The First I Love You
*Please Don’t Go
*Things Change, Feelings Fade
*Truth or Dare
*Superman
*Confused
*Oh,How Things Can Change

Aiden
*Back Off

Lydia Martin
*A New Banshee Screams

Josh Diaz
*Harder Than Imagined
*Late Night Confession

Corey Bryant
*Overprotective Best Friend

Dating _____ Would Include
*Stiles Stilinski
*Theo Raeken
*Isaac Lahey
*Derek Hale
*Scott McCall
*Peter Hale
*Jordon Parrish
*Liam Dunbar

Other
*Theo and Stiles fighting over you -  Part 1   Part 2
*Isaac x Derek x Reader - New Feelings vs Old Feelings
*Stiles x Theo x Reader - A Difficult Choice - Part 2
*Isaac x Theo x Reader - Feeling Guilty
*Theo x Stiles x Reader - Working With The Enemy
*Theo x Parrish x Reader - Heart Beats For Two
*First Christmas Together - Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Theo
*Celebrating New Years - Stiles, Theo, Isaac

The Originals Imagines

Kol Mikealson
*Eternal Love
*Soul Mates
*Even When You Hate Him, You Love Him
*Greetings From The Dead

Elijah Mikealson
*200 years
*The Difference Between You And I
*Good Morning

Klaus Mikealson
*Ordinary Girl
*That Charming Smile
*Little Wolf
*Forbidden Love
*I Need To Know You’re Safe
*You’re Always Leaving
*Can’t Stop Thinking About You
*That Kind Of Love Never Dies
*You’re Not Like The Rest

Dating _____ Would Include
*Klaus Mikealson

Other
*Kol x Klaus x Reader - Isn’t She Stunning?
*Klaus x Elijah x Reader - I’m Warning You

MacGyver Imagines

Angus “Mac” MacGyver
*Goodbye
*You Look Beautiful
*Morning After
*Plane Ride
*Lazy Day

She has skyscrapers in her mind, but Texas buried within her heart. She wears platform sneakers and sews masterpieces in her basement. She falls in love every day: the brunette boy in chemistry class, the snow blanketing the open field behind the school, the rush of a city sidewalk. She reminds you of summer, full of sunshine and adventure; without a care in the world. She smiles wide at corny movies and makes mac and cheese at 11:00 PM for no reason at all. She has dreams bigger than this entire small town and an endless fire within. Galaxies spin in her eyes, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
—  letters to my best friends, #4
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an endless list of wonderful women

gal gadot
“When I choose a role, I always think about whether my daughter can get something out of it when she watches the movie later after she’s grown up. Or even just show her that Mommy’s doing what Mommy loves to do. And therefore, she can do what she loves to do and have a family at the same time. As long as you have your priorities figured out in a healthy way.”

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Narnia AU // Dark Wizard!Percival & Savior!Credence //

Percival used his powers for plunge Narnia in an endless winter, until the day Credence come to Narnia by a magical wardrobe and brings back the seasons - and Percival fall in love with his enemy, the savior of Narnia.



(I watched the first Narnia ten years ago when I was young. I watched it again with my mom, and I can’t stop thinking about this :x (sorry if I made some mistakes in my english :3)) 

How am I already seeing Tony Stark hate on my dash for simply being in the Spider-Man movie lmao?

This is the Tony we deserve (not the Tony who has been used to make Steve look like the one true hero who never screws up because that’s Tony’s job)

anyway

I wanna enjoy this movie and I wanna stay away from the endless Tumblr discourse so 😂😂 If anyone posts Tony hate I am unfollowing tbh but if u love fatherly!tony and ur excited for him being Peter’s big uncle then hmu so I can followww 😱😆

Masterlist - Updated

Teen Wolf Imagines

Theo Raeken

*Unexpected Encounter Series
- Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6  Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11

One Shots
*Protective Duo
*Two can play that game
*Math Tutor
*Theo and the Banshee
*Night out
*Sneaking Around
*Your Move
*History
*Stay Away
*Dress Trouble
*Bad Timing
*A Unexpected Moment
*Study Session
*Family Off Limits
*Big Mistake
*I’m Not Walking Away
*Come Back To Bed
*It’s Over…Were Over
*You Drive Me Crazy
*I Don’t Regret It…Do You?
*Happy Birthday
*Give Me A Chance
*You Pushed Me Away
*The Next Step
*You Went To Far
*Difficult Decision
*Biggest Fear
*Why Did You Kiss Me?
*Forgive You…Yes, Trust You…No
*Something Were Not
*Endless Love
*Date Gone Wrong
*Being Difficult
*Two Different Storms
*My Hands Only
*Height Problems
*Last Breath
*They Just Don’t Know You
*Just Sleep Babe
*A Night In
*Same Old Fight
*Board Game Fun
*Shopping Trip Deal
*I Hate You…I Love You?
*Force Of Nature
*Dollhouse
*Movie Date?
*Got A Secret,Can You Keep It
*Handsome, Dangerous, Addictive
*Needed Me
*Blood Like Gasoline
*I’m In Love With A Killer
*Nothing To Be Jealous Of
*Be Careful What You Wish For
*Strange Love
*Like I Would
*Back In Your Arms
*I’ll Be There
*A Happy Ending
*Lazy Love
*Bad Memory

Mini Series Imagines
*Admit It -  Part 2
*Miss Me -  Part 2
*When It Comes To You - Part 2
*Two Broken Hearts - Part 2
*Roommate Drama - Part 2
*How Could You? - Part 2 - Part 3
*Present And Past Collide - Part 2 - Part 3
*Complicated - Part 2
*Quantico - Part 2 - Part 3  (Part 4 coming soon)
*This Isn’t A Joke - Part 2  (Part 3 coming soon)

Stiles Stilinski

*Trying to study
*I’m Sorry- Part 2
*I Like You
*Over-Protective Parents
*Embarrassing Secrets
*You Can’t Have Him
*He Likes Me…He Likes Me Not?
*Could This Be The Start Of Something?
*No Need To Worry
*Meeting An Old Family Friend
*Infinity
*Can’t Sleep Without You

Derek Hale

*Let Me Help
*Famous
*Sorry To Disappoint
*Just Kiss Me
*A Close Call
*Happily Ever After

Isaac Lahey

*Can I Stay
*Are You Serious?
*What Are We?
*Only Got Eyes For You
*Classroom Distraction
*You’ve Completely Changed - Part 2
*Feeling A Connection
*I Was Watching Over You
*Argue Than Make Up
*Knight In Shining Armor
*Secretly In Love
*If I Could Fly
*First Impression Gone Wrong
*Back In Your Arms
*Confession Sealed With A Kiss
*It Must Be Fate  (Part 2 coming soon)

Scott McCall

*Love Me Or Leave Me- Part 2
*Late Night Visits

Liam Dunbar

*My Hero
*The First I Love You
*Please Don’t Go
*Things Change, Feelings Fade
*Truth or Dare
*Superman
*Confused

Aiden

*Back Off

Lydia Martin

*A New Banshee Screams

Josh Diaz

*Harder Than Imagined
*Late Night Confession

Dating _____ Would Include

*Stiles Stilinski
*Theo Raeken
*Isaac Lahey
*Derek Hale
*Scott McCall
*Peter Hale
*Jordon Parrish

Other

*Theo and Stiles fighting over you -  Part 1   Part 2
*Isaac x Derek x Reader - New Feelings vs Old Feelings
*Stiles x Theo x Reader - A Difficult Choice - Part 2
*Isaac x Theo x Reader - Feeling Guilty
*Theo x Stiles x Reader - Working With The Enemy
*Theo x Parrish x Reader - Heart Beats For Two
*Issac and Stiles

The Originals Imagines

Kol Mikealson

*Eternal Love
*Soul Mates

Elijah Mikealson

*200 years
*The Difference Between You And I

Klaus Mikealson

*Ordinary Girl
*That Charming Smile
*Little Wolf
*Forbidden Love

Dating _____ Would Include

*Klaus Mikealson

She is far from typical. She’s not the girl next door that all the movies are about.

She’s in the books.
She’s the endless words authors use to hopelessly describe her.
She’s got a voice that demands to be heard and a heart that’s raging wild with storms.
She’s stubborn, yet in the most innocent of ways and she’ll smile like no other when the sunlight hits her face.
She’s a story that’s desperate to be told and one that I’m desperate to tell.

—  Nicole Torres// excerpt #14
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endless movie listthe lizzie mcguire movie (2003)

You know this Paolo and Isabella CD isn’t so bad. I mean if you’re into the Alanis Morissette-y alternative, dark, like brooding, I-never-go-out-into-the-sunshine-and-my-life’s-a-miserable-black-hole-of-depression kinda thing, then you’d think they stink. But I mean for a like driving-around-in-the-car-with-the-top-down-putting-on-your-lip-gloss-loving-life kinda thing, they’re good!

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whatever it is you don’t want ‘em to see or hear or know, you can bury it. you can bury it so deep, you won’t find it yourself anymore… but you’ll wish you hadn’t.

endless list of characters who deserved better [ 1/? ]
↳ Jack Benjamin (Kings)

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endless list of people I love (in no particular order) - [5/∞]
↳ Chris Evans

“If your goal is to be the biggest movie star in the world, a 10-movie contract is gold. It was never my goal. Up until now, I made movies - and I have a nice house, a nice car. I’m fortunate, happy and grateful. Life is good.”

Endless Night Makes Morning Brighter

Pairing: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 1568

Can be read on AO3.

During the celebration of Yuuri’s victory, Yuuko informs everybody someone made a short movie about our two favorite skaters. EMOTIONS happen, love confessions follow.

I don’t know how many of you knows about this (I didn’t up until this afternoon but @hales-emissary is amazing and told me about it) but the creators of YOI made a short figure skating movie, before they came up with the show, that’s basically five minutes of pure Victuri feels. I watched it. Then I watched it again. They I put it on a repeat for two and a half hours and wrote this. So, yeah. This is basically five pages of FEELS.

I highly recommend you to watch the movie, first of all, it’s beautiful, second of all, it’s kind of a backbone to this story. XD

Originally posted by lyslez

P.S.: Text enclosed in these <> mean they are speaking in Japanese, therefore Victor can’t understand.


Surprisingly it was Yuuko, not the culprits disguised as her daughters, who brought their attention to it. In fact, she yelled very loudly in the middle of the celebration of his Grand Prix victory effectively gaining the attention of absolutely everybody.

<“Yuuri! They made a movie about you!”>

Silence.

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Story time. Involves a sugar baby, a love story in Paris, making an idiot of myself, and one year that aged me fifty

I was studying in France earlier this year and while living across the world, my life in the States was falling apart. I was spending too much money, eating raw pasta and cans of spam in bed while watching Netflix and crying because I was lonely, and French people were very harsh with me. I had taken courses in French at this university, studied endlessly beforehand- translating movie scripts at my work study job, endless French films, podcasts, and when I arrived the cold French exteriors strangers had was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I felt lonely, socially incapable, and could only communicate at the level of a child. People would say disparaging things about my body, or hold me responsible for Donald Trump, or tell me not to speak French at all. Strangers and acquaintances alike showed no empathy as a lugged enormous suitcases up stairs, or asked questions about where classes were, or for directions to complete student insurance. My only friends were English speakers who got on with these things much better than me (one was from French Canada, an Australian had already settled in the previous semester), but I would get drunk in my tiny room alone quite a bit. I’m used to being seen as intelligent and sociable, and this semester shook me to my core. At home, my mother would eventually be arrested and I grew more depressed as I stayed in touch with them. One guy I slept with posted my nudes on the internet. Another invited me to a gala, where I looked beautiful, and didn’t speak to me at all. Another ruined great sex by immediately telling everyone and confirmed my identity as the American slut. I got blackout drunk on a university trip and hooked up with a Brazilian girl in a French boarding school that had been rented, excused myself, spent the rest of the night vomiting in nothing but a pair of overalls, repeatedly hitting the button that activated the shower for thirty seconds. I had no memory of any of this.

But I learned to do things alone. I grew. I forced myself into conversations and realized I didn’t care about looking like an idiot. It still stung.

The academic year finished. I had failed half of my classes because I couldn’t bring myself to go. It was over, and now I would just travel. I went to Italy, Spain, the south of France, Austria, all over. I met with my sister. She can be pretty cruel, always removed because when my mom was arrested, it was for assault after accusing my sister of fucking my father. She’s colder than me though, saying things like how I would look heavier if I didn’t have my chest. “You want to prove you’ve grown and can handle yourself in Europe, that you’re different,” she said after I misread a German train stop, and we were stuck overnight in a station. “You’re exactly the same”.

But before my trip, something incredible happened. I posted on a web site, hoping some kind stranger in Paris would hold a bag of clothes during my travels before I returned home. I put attractive photos up, sifted through dozens of responses, chose one that looked stable. Normal. Booked a bus to Paris. On the way there, someone else messaged me. He looked really kind. He had travelled all across South Asia and sailed across the Atlantic. I told the other guy something had come up, and followed through with- let’s call him Q. We met up at a metro station. I bought him a gift- two books, the Garden of Eden by Hemingway in French, or a blank notebook. “Only an American would buy Hemingway in French,” he laughed, and took the notebook.

He explained that he constantly hosted people for free, and gave bike tours of the city without charge just to meet people. He was the least French person I’ve ever met. I thought that was fantastic.

I originally asked for him to harbor an enormous backpack, but instead of troubling him, I left a small duffel bag. I didn’t want to inconvenience him, since he had also offered to let me stay the night. I would carry an extra thirty pounds around for a month because of this- rainboots and sweaters while I sweated in June in Venice.

We had met at a subway station, he took my gift, we biked around the city and bought ingredients for a salmon tart. I was utterly charmed. I used a city bike, and in between drop off stations, he would let me sit on his handlebars and pedal like a maniac. I gripped his arms tightly as he swerved to avoid cars and pedestrians alike, and we zipped down the Champs-Élysées and spoke in French and English. He gently corrected my mistakes, and mercifully let me feel intelligent for a few moments. We cooked dinner together, laughed about French science shows for children, talked about the best techniques for driving in the snow (he grew up in the mountains), and killed a bottle of wine.

The night reached its end and I readied myself to stay on his futon. Q looked from beyond his door and asked if I was coming into his room. He saw my confusion and explained that he had a better mattress to set up on his floor- or, if I preferred, I was welcome to exactly half of his bed. I’m not sure whether it was the way he always looked as though he was smirking, or whether his arms felt nice as he cycled through the city, but I opted for his bed. It seemed like hours chatting, barely touching, then overtly shifting bodies, then fingers brushed my hair out of my face and we were doing exactly what you might guess. He was so careful and gentle. He traced his fingers around my ears and gave half second massages to my feet. He didn’t last very long, but somehow it was a relief. He didn’t do this for hookups. He was just that kind of person. He told me the next day it had been a long time since he had done that sort of thing, dressed up professionally for his work as an engineer while I tried to desmudge my makeup and make my way back to a bus stop.

He said goodbye at the metro station, we did la bise kissing each other on the cheeks, and he was gone. We would see each other in a month when I had to pick up my bag and return home.

I spent the whole time thinking of him. We talked just before time was up- he messaged me on my birthday. I was so excited. I was in Venice and a bunch of Moldovans had bought me champagne while my sister and I sat on the beach. A friendly guy brought me his jacket as I came out of the water, draped it over my shoulders, and flirted a little, but all that was on my mind was him.

It’s your birthday? He said. That changes everything for the menu. When I came back he baked me a birthday cake with courgettes- zucchinis. It was strangely delicious. The first day we walked around in circles, talking about nothing in particular around the city. Old movies and why I hate sudoku puzzles, reasons why he doesn’t care about football. We spent quality time together in his room. Tu m'excites, he said while fucking me. You turn me on. Bouge pas. Lache-toi la. The next day we travelled to the illicit section of the Parisian catacombs. If you see the police, he warned, run, they do give out fines. People aren’t supposed to be here. I sat on his handlebars and we biked to an abandoned train station after slipping through a construction zone, slipped into a hole that looked like an animal might live in it, and sloshed around in water up to our thighs. It looked like tunnels from Lord of the Rings. He had a headlight and a hand-drawn map. We looked at the graffiti and ate dumplings, and we turned off all the lights so everything was silent and completely dark. While biking back, he laughed. You weren’t scared at all, he said, impressed. A lot of people would yell at me, or lose their minds. You were okay just sitting there and enjoying the quiet. I had been totally out of my element, but I smiled. We zipped by a group of fancy looking Parisians outside of a gallery and made loud beeping noises to rile them. That was perfect, he said of my particular noisy exclamation.

That night we went home and fucked in the kitchen. It was great. On top of laundry. Near his saxophone. Standing up. By his friend’s futon. Afterward, Q stood up and looked outside the window, flashing some neighbors who rolled their shades down, ruffled. We laughed. I went home to my own (superfluous) Airbnb that night but almost got locked in the metro while switching stations, and in doing so lost my keys. My phone was dead, but by some miracle a neighbor let me in the apartment at 1:00 and the door of the place upstairs was unlocked. I crashed to bed. The next morning I was determined to find my keys. I didn’t and was locked in. I had literally tied my clothes together to hop down into a courtyard when my host arrived. I would have to pay 200 euros for a new key (Parisian apartments must have the highest security) but I didn’t care. I saw Q again that night. We fucked twice and despite his work in the morning, we stayed up nearly all night. We talked about staying in contact, and I told him he was the type of person I would want to be with. That’s crazy, he said. You’ve known me for two days. But I feel the same way.

I left Paris. I went back to my home. I got two sugar daddies and a sugar mommy, worked two jobs and took nineteen credits. I used a fake name and number and hid gifts from my family like iPhone 7s. I had threeways and went on shopping sprees. I saved up money, stayed in touch with Q and made up a story about a conference in Paris in January. I planned a trip back. He told me he missed my curls, and me as well. I bought a quarter pound of weed at a time and sold it. I found another boy to bide my time with. He was boring but pretty, and I craved sex as an escape. I hooked up with my ex. We’re good friends, he’s trapped by a family situation, and has only ever fucked me, but he talks down to me in Russian and I like it when he slaps me in the face during sex.

The semester dragged on as my family issues worsened and I studied our elections, ISIS and Syria endlessly. I was so depressed. I gave into old addictions on and off but kept it together. My mother didn’t, but it’s okay.

I’m in Europe now. Meeting up with Q again was one of the greatest disappointments of my life.

I thought I deserved a last hoorah, that whatever powers that be would pity me and start off the fabled 2017 with a cathartic sexual release. He was moving to the Ivory Coast to digitize government files the day before I left Paris. I booked a private Airbnb for three days, since he didn’t have an apartment at the beginning of the month I told him he could stay there, he seemed to accept, asking if it was private, telling me he would reserve the weekend for me. He didn’t. We saw each other only one afternoon. The problem was, I thought I could manipulate him into liking me just the same as one of the people who paid me for my time. It didn’t work. I think I’ve grown too steely and bitter. He like the girl that got so lost trying to find his apartment, she took the metro outside of Paris. He didn’t like the sophisticated me with better clothes and expensive makeup and a slick place to crash. We got lunch together, ate galette de rois together which I couldn’t finish, so I fed it to a crow. He got the lucky feve that you find in only a few slices, a little tchotchke baked into the cake. A French policewoman yelled at me. We walked quietly through museums. We drove through the city in his company car- like a maniac, yet again. Sometimes he would wander off into a completely different room within exhibits. It was pleasant enough, but it was clear he was distracted. He said goodbye to me at a metro stop. I didn’t understand it was the last time I’d see him. I sent a Facebook message telling him I understood his position but that he was welcome to stop by my apartment. He saw the message and didn’t reply the whole night. I cried, put on a face mask and sexted my ex alone. I told my friends we had wild sex and that I’d never have a romance like this one again. I don’t know where I’m going from here. Don’t trust people, I suppose, prioritize yourself, and know when not to push a good thing too far.

I feel so bitter. I’m lucky, young, intelligent, and sitting in beautiful Lisbon as I type this up, but I don’t feel as though I’ll find something like this again. I have men who will Paypal me if I need anything and offer to fly me all over the world. They have pictures with famous hockey players and the Tampa Buccaneers cheerleaders. I don’t care. I’ll go back to my ex, maybe, to avoid the sting of being really alone. He understands me pretty well, even though it’s more of a friendship. This is going to fuck me up so badly, he says, as I ask more and more intense sexual frontiers to be pushed. I’ve thought of that. I care a little, but I need it right now.

Everything here is true. I wish it wasn’t. Wish me luck.

Unfortunately for me, my biggest pet peeve about social media is the disingenuous virtue signaling everyone does. Imagine if a friend came over to your house, grabbed a soda from the fridge, sat down on your couch and said, “MEN HATE WOMEN IN STRONG ROLES IN FILMS. I DON’T THOUGH. I LOVE THEM. HERE’S A LIST OF ALL THE MOVIES WITH STRONG FEMALE LEADS THAT I LOVE!”
My reaction would be, “Bro, I don’t give a fuck. You wanna get some burgers?”

I don’t base my friendships on how outwardly noble and virtuous people pretend to be. This is 21st century church, this social media. This is dressing up in our Sunday’s best to show how functional and happy of a family we are to the rest of the congregation.

Except it’s 24/7, 365, endless. We don’t have a special social media day wherein we choose to pander to those which we think would judge us as heathens lest we show off our best possible selves. We do it non-stop. And it’s all fake.

Forever...

Someday I will have known you for forever. I will know the in’s and out’s about everything you do. I will know every corner of that beautiful smile. I will know why you cry at certain movies and not others. I will know what you love and even what you hate. Someday I will know more about you than anyone else could have ever imagined.

It is each and every building second that will take us there. It has not been long but every empire started with a foundation. Every great love started with a simple hello.

So no, I have not known you long but I do know that I want you for forever. And if forever could start today, I would sweep you up and take you away. I want to learn everything about you as each day passes. I want to grow with you.

Oh my love, build an empire with me.
@mangopeachesndlimes