otp: i love you more than ever

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“They started to dance. Soon, the other guests drew back to watch, as if following a silent command. A circle formed around Cesare and Lucrezia, with the young brother and sister involuntarily taking centre state. […]Without doubt, Cesare and Lucrezia were the most beautiful couple in the ballroom. Their smooth moves, the elegance of their clothes, their poise and the harmony between them attracted everyone’s attention. An uninformed observer would’ve believed them to be the bridal couple, because they were smiling at each other in deep understanding like usually only lovers did.”

Either Caesar or Nothing - Jutta Laroche

@lucrizias I’m dedicating this one to you! bc you helped me a lot with your gifs lessons lol and I know how much you love this scene of our bbies.

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I saw a post with the idea and hey, why not

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“The one who truly lost the most by the death of Le Petit Roi was his grieving young wife. Her affection for Francis was deep and sincere. He had been her constant companion for more than a decade, and ever afterwards, though she was to be married twice more, she would always think fondly of Francis as the

     one              great               love               of             her            life                                              and               her               one            true           husband.”

 - In My End Is My Beginning: A Life of Mary Queen of Scots by James A. Mackay

I’ve been reblogging and fangirling on my FB all day about this but…

THIS IS WHY I STILL SHIP SO HARDCORE AFTER TWENTY YEARS.

They are OTP.   Sarah attests to it, David has given interviews for eons about how he knows they end up together and now even Joss admits it’s the greatest love story he’s ever written.

THEY ARE OT-MOTHERFREAKIN’-P.

ARGUMENT IS INVALID.   I CAN NOW DIE A HAPPY SHIPPER.

Also, it should be noted that David has maintained for years that he doesn’t do reunions – OF ANY KIND.   He hates them - he prefers to move forward to new projects.   He’s been maintaining this mantra since at least 2003 – FOURTEEN YEARS AGO.

That’s also another concept that makes this so interesting – you could tell DB was a bit uncomfortable/anxious – yet when it comes to SMG, there’s this camaraderie and closeness that they have…it’s unlike any other.   I think he went back on his anti-reunions mantra because of SMG and their mutual adoration for one another, not to mention this ship.   He still goes on record to this day and thanks her for a lot of the great successes in his career, and that RL friendship and their fictional pairing is still the ONE thing that he looks back on when he refers to the Whedonverse.

These two are RL FRIENDSHIP GOALS AF.

Look I don’t know what kind of satanic ritual this is but can wondertrev shippers not make me cry more than I already am? Look at some of the quotes in your edits!!!

• “The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you will never have.”
- I have never been more offended. They would’ve had breakfast, gotten married, had babies, etc. but they can’t, can they?!

• “Have you ever been in love? Once. How did it end? It hasn’t.”
- THIS. IS. NOT. OKAY. Diana has loved only one man for 100 years; I am fucked up™

• “What are you more afraid of? That he gave you his heart or that you would gladly give him yours in return?”
- She never got to tell Steve that she loved him back and that is the reason that my skin hates me.

• “My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side.”
- Ok so I’m in pain thinking about Steve waiting for Diana to join him because home girl’s a goddess and isn’t dying soon.

• “There is one greatest joy I shall not know again because my heart for loss of you was broken long ago.”
- What kind of trash

• “How do I say goodbye when I hardly had a chance to say hello?”
- I just want to talk okay? Meet me in a dark alley

• “There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part so just give me a happy middle and a very happy start.”
- LISTEN TO ME: STOP.

• “IN ANOTHER LIFE I WOULD BE YOUR GIRL. WE KEEP ALL OUR PROMISES. BE US AGAINST THE WORLD. IN ANOTHER LIFE I WOULD MAKE YOU STAY SO I DON’T HAVE TO SAY YOU WERE THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.”
- THE AUDACITY TO USE THIS ALREADY PAINFUL SONG IN A WONDERTREV EDIT. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.

These are just a few that have made me stop mid-scroll and cry because I’ll never get over Diana and Steve.

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On this occasion, a home, more than bricks and mortar, a turtle, it’s a feeling. It’s a feeling of belonging. Isn’t it? Of love of course. Of hope… for the future. I don’t know if I have ever met two people who are more suited to one another than you two. To Barry and Iris. To us.

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lit meme: 1/8 otps  —  will herondale and tessa gray, the infernal devices by cassandra clare

“Tess, Tess, Tessa.
Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.
Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.
I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.
And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.
You are not the last dream of my soul.
You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.
With hope at least,
Will Herondale”

anonymous asked:

Even though I want you to do all of them bc I love your writing here's one: "You love me, right?” with supercorp

Kara’s asleep.

It’s nine in the morning on a Sunday and Kara rarely gets to sleep in so Lena’s decided to let her be. She’s perched on her side of the bed with her laptop on her knees, scrolling through her emails and making sure that L-Corp hasn’t fallen apart overnight. 

Kara rolls over and snuggles up to her, snuffling happily. Lena smiles, reaching out to pat her gently on the head. Her girlfriend rarely gets the chance to just be, it’s always Supergirl this and Kara Danvers that, it’s nice to see her relaxed and stress-free, even for a little while.

“Mmmm, you love me right?”

Lena’s realized that Kara talks in her sleep sometimes, and not always in English. It’s cute, even if she doesn’t ever remember saying anything when she wakes up. Lena leans down to kiss her on the head. 

“More than you know.”

u know the drill, prompt + ship = some shitty writing!!

Literature Asks

Quotes from literature to inspire you when writing!

  1. “She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.” - J. D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
  2. “The curves of your lips rewrite history.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  3. “A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.” - Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
  4. “I took a photo of us mid-embrace. When I am old and alone, I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.” - Joe Dunthorne, Submarine
  5. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” - W. H. Auden, “The More Loving One”
  6. “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” - John Steinbeck, East of Eden
  7. “Who, being loved, is poor?” - Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance
  8. “Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
  9. “The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.” - Toni Morrison, Beloved
  10. “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” - Alfred Tennyson
  11. “I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.” - Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
  12. “I don’t want you to miss all the things that someone else can give you.” -  Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
  13. “You can love someone so much… But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” - John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
  14. “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.” -  Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
  15. “Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?” - Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
  16. “I’m just so thankful for our little infinity.” - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
  17. “I hope, or I could not live.” - H.G. Wells
  18. “I hadn’t expected that a tiny glimmer of hope for the future could transform someone so utterly.” - Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress: A Novel
  19. “Your eyes are full of language.” - Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters 
  20. “You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.” -  Junot Dìaz, This Is How You Lose Her
  21. You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone.” - Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea: A Novel
  22. “I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” - Ian McEwan, Atonement
  23. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind
  24. “I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.” - Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
  25. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
  26. “He doesn’t want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn’t love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.” E.M. Forster, A Room With A View
  27. “The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.” - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
  28. “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” -  Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
  29. “We can experience nothing but the present moment, live in no other second of time, and to understand this is as close as we can get to eternal life.” -  P.D. James, The Children of Men
  30. “I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.” - Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong 
  31. “Above, the starts shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe” - Stephen King
  32. “The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” - Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me
  33. “If it weren’t for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it” - Nicole Krause, The History of Love
  34. “I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world…” - Frank O’Hara, Having a Coke With You
  35. “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.” - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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endless list of otps || rumplestiltskin + belle || once upon a time

Belle, when we met, I wasn’t just unloved, and unloving, I was an enemy of love. Love had only brought me pain. My walls were up, but you broke them down. You brought me home. You brought light to my life and chased away all the darkness. And I vow to you, I will never forget the distance between what I was and what I am. I owe more to you than I can ever say. How you can see the man behind the monster, I will never know.

sterek makes me so, so happy. just seeing that cute little word around makes my heart soar because after years i’ve come to associate those 6 letters with happiness and warm feelings and family and love and home. i couldn’t be prouder of my otp and of how it makes my life a little better every day just by existing and loving each other more than i could ever comprehend. thank you, sterek 💕

You know what?

I’m happy today. The sun is shining; the grass is green; and my otp of all otps will be gracing my TV screen in 2 hours. I have loved Killian Jones and Emma Swan (Jones? Swan-Jones?) More than I’ve ever loved a fictional couple, and their love story has been absolutely exquisite. Tonight, they start out ripped apart, but they’ll find each other again, like the Charming/Swan/Jones family always does, and this time they’ll get their happy beginning for real, I’m sure of it. Whatever season 7 brings, however A&E choose to explain Emma’s absence, I feel confident that they aren’t tearing apart the otp of otps, they aren’t ripping the happy beginning from their own fairy tale princess. Not a chance.


So yes. I’m happy. At 10:01 pm I may be sad, because the days of seeing my otp featured on my favorite show are over, but I feel confident the sadness will fade quickly, and I’ll be left with the realization that the canon story may be effectively over, but it HAPPENED. We have 5 seasons of beautiful moments, and nothing season 7 might throw at us will ever take that away. We got a front row seat to Emma and Killian’s love story, and it lives on in seasons 2-6 that we can watch over and over again. It lives on in the countless works of CS art and fic that it has inspired–those already created and those to come. It lives on in those of us in the fandom who will continue to talk about it.


And as for season 7? I don’t know what it will be like. I don’t know if I’ll like it, dislike it or fall somewhere inbetween. I don’t know if I’ll continue live-blogging and writing Initial Thoughts metas, but I do know this. I’m not going anywhere. I plan to watch the new season, and my blog will still be full of Killian and Captain Swan. My ask box will always, always be open for anyone who wants to talk about this amazing show–whether to flail or cry.


Let’s go forth and enjoy the last adventure of out Savior Princess and Pirate Prince!

scars

my third entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #3: scars

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1 / day 2

Twenty years of protecting the universe can really take a toll on someone.

Two long decades of travelling through space, fighting a tyrannical empire, saving innocent lives, and piloting giant mechanical lions that can only do so much to protect the pilot within. Of course, taking on missions and fighting in hand-to-hand combat is dangerous; there’s no doubt about it. And with great power, comes great responsibility.

Or something along those lines. Lance stares out at the waves, lapping lazily at the shore. The sand glistens, a muted orange under the light of the star duo overhead, like a couple of miniature suns. Although it isn’t exactly like Varadero beach, Lance can’t help but take some comfort from the familiar sounds of the ocean.

At his side, Keith has yet to say a word. He sits a bit hunched over, naked from the waist up. They wear a matching set of red and blue swim trunks that have, according to Coran, been worn by the paladins for centuries. A faint sheen of sweat covers his body, and Lance finds himself mesmerized.

Carefully, Lance closes the gap between them and situates Keith between his legs. He goes willingly, and Lance can’t help but snicker at what his younger self would say if he knew Keith Kogane let him maneuver his body like this.

Well, there are a lot of things young Lance wouldn’t believe about their current relationship.

“Easy, Lance,” Keith warns but his words don’t have much bite. Lance has learned over the years that the heat turns Keith into a pile of moldable mush. “My back is sore.”

“Don’t worry, samurai, I’m just going to reapply some sunscreen so you don’t turn into a lobster. Again.”

“Hey, I didn’t get that red last time.”

“Sure you didn’t,” Lance drawls. He squeezes a generous amount of the Altean equivalent of sunscreen into his palm. “Maybe it’s a Galran thing. I’ve never seen one of those guys hanging out at the beach.”

Keith clicks his tongue but doesn’t protest further. Muscles twitch beneath Lance’s hands as he slowly spreads the crème across Keith’s back. Miles of pale skin stretch out before him, begging to be appreciated. Lance maps out Keith’s body with his fingertips, places he’s touched hundreds of times before. There doesn’t seem to be a single spot Lance doesn’t have committed to memory.

Lance’s fingers skitter up Keith’s spine, brushing over each vertebrae along the way. Once he reaches the base of Keith’s neck, he sweeps his palms down and across his shoulder blades. A mole here and, oh, a birthmark there. And, almost as numerous as the moles, are scars.

Tiny patches where puckered skin hints at past battles. Purple tinges each mark, just slightly off from Keith’s natural skin tone. One jagged scar stretches from the top of Keith’s right shoulder down to the middle of his spine. Another sits at his lower back, a rectangle-shaped mark Lance speculates has been there the longest.

Scars cover Keith’s body, and Lance knows them all by heart.

Lance kneads, pinches, and rubs as he works. His hands settle on Keith’s shoulders, trying to ease every bit of muscle tension. A minute or two of massaging is all it takes to draw pleased sighs and moans from Keith. Lance grins contentedly, glad to know he hasn’t lost his touch.

“Pretty sure I won’t get a sunburn now,” Keith jokes, tone soft and breathy. Lance stops for a moment, and Keith outright whines. “Lance, c’mon.”

This man will be the death of me, Lance decides with a mock exasperated sigh. “Yeah, yeah…”

Lance skims a diamond-shaped scar with his pinky, one he can only ever see at times like this when Keith’s chest is bare and hair tied back. Keith flinches at the contact, as he always does. The origin of this scar is… terrible, to say the least.

About ten years ago, Keith had been kidnapped by Galran soldiers. The skeevy Prince Lotor planned everything, capturing both the red lion and its pilot. His main focus, however, had been Keith. The only paladin with Galra in his blood—Lotor wanted to ensure Keith didn’t have any secret information about the empire tucked inside his brain.

So, until the other paladins could rescue him, Keith was trapped. He rarely discusses it, but, from what Lance has heard, it involved torture.

Lance shudders at the mere thought of Keith being battered and manhandled. Mental scars certainly require greater care—and more time—to mend. And Lance had been there every step of the way to help Keith heal. The scar is a hideous reminder of the torment Keith had experienced but also symbolizes how the two finally came together, gradually progressing from friends to something more.

“Hey… Keith?” Lance worries at his bottom lip.  

“Mmm?”

“I don’t think I say it enough so… you know that I, uh. That I love you. Right?” Lance’s mouth struggles like it’s stuffed with cotton. This is nothing like when he first confessed his feelings to Keith and yet that’s how it feels. That’s how it always feels.

“What’s gotten into you?” Keith tenses, and Lance draws his arms back against his chest. “Oh.”

“I sometimes forget it’s there.” Lance lightly presses a finger to the lavender little triangle. “But I don’t know how I could forget about…”

“It’s alright. That happened years ago.”

“You know how scared I was,” Lance mumbles. “And you—you weren’t you.”

Don’t cry, Lance silently begs. Please don’t.

“Well, I’m definitely myself now.” As if sensing the tears threatening to spill over, Keith looks over his shoulder. A small smile takes shape on his lips. The skin around his mouth wrinkles, as well as around his eyes, from many hours spent grinning and laughing at Lance’s nonsense. “That’s what matters.”

A weak laugh wrenches its way up Lance’s throat. “Yeah, but…”

“No ‘buts,’” Keith scolds. “You helped me back then. I wouldn’t be here right now if you hadn’t.”

Keith.”

“I’m serious. I could hardly sleep, and I felt like I was going crazy. You were the only one who knew what I needed.” Keith pauses, brow furrowing. “At first, I didn’t care about whether I got any better. But then you… you were doing so much.”

Lance shakes his head; words have totally escaped him. The telltale warmth of a tear gliding down his cheek forces him to curse. Stupid, stupid tear ducts.

“Lance, I— Shit.”

Keith turns all the way around and practically throws himself at Lance. Caught off guard, Lance falls backward, landing with Keith pressed against his chest. For a moment, their eyes meet, and Lance sees the entire universe reflected back at him. Then, just like that, Keith is groaning in embarrassment and burying his face in Lance’s neck.

“I love you so much,” Keith whispers against his skin. “So fucking much.”

Lance wraps his arms around Keith, savoring the vulnerable truth in those words. He never gets tired of this—of having Keith at his side. I love you, too. A memory flickers to life in Lance’s mind, of their first kiss, of the time Keith first thanked him for everything he had done. Keith had been a quivering mess back then, clutching at Lance like a lifeline. More than you’ll ever know.

So Lance holds Keith close, like he never plans to let him go.

(He doesn’t.)

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Endless list of OTPs Captain Wentworth & Anne (Persuasion)

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. ”