I want to think
that you did this
for the both of us,
to help us,
because it was
the right thing
to do.

I’d like to believe
that it wasn’t
an easy decision
to come to,
that it wasn’t selfish
but selfless.

And I want to imagine
that you did this
not out of hate or spite,
but out of love.

And that
what we had
was wonderful,
but in the end
was only practice
for us both.

And that now,
what we have
that you
gave us both
was a chance
to grow apart,
for ourselves,
to find ourselves,

and that honestly,
it might have been
the most unselfish,
the most sincere,
the last great act
of love that you
could give to me,

not to have
or to belong,
but to just be.

And from the bottom
of my heart,
I want to say,
I’m sorry,
I miss you,
thank you,

and I hope
one day to
make you proud
of the man
I finally become.

—  the words still haven’t run out (6/27/17), thekaijusleeps
Two years ago I thought my future disappeared with you, but today you begged for my dreams to become yours again. I never would’ve thought that my goals would be bigger now and that I’d be the one breaking your heart.
—  g.e.
MARLENE: I think her first time on-screen was when Hanna was being tortured in the shed and she dreamt that Spencer came to her to reassure her and give her a clue to get out, that was Alex. After Yvonne died and Toby was leaving town and Spencer came to say goodbye to Toby and asked for a kiss, that was Alex. We saw Alex wearing an argyle sweater in the Hastings home looking at family photographs. Two episodes ago, when Spencer went to go visit Toby in the cabin and they had that crazy wild sex, that was Alex.

VARIETY: That’s so twisted, Marlene!

MARLENE: I know. [Laughing] Sorry! Spoby fans were not happy.
—  Marlene King casually alienating an entire ship fandom
BTS as shit my writersgroupchat says v.5

Seokjin: “I have a documentary set up, a good curry made with some snacks on the table, and then i motherfucking put the candles on and get romantic”

Yoongi: “For someone who likes to sit down all the time, i spend an awful amount of my time standing up for others”

Hoseok: “I was on those matcha frappes like a deprived cockthirsty slut finally getting her dick fix”

Namjoon: “This kind of reminds me of that time my brother married a stripper and she got caught fucking a cop in the family van and i called her a toad and she quoted me in court calling her a toax”

Jimin: “ “woot woot” i was just slingshotted back into my 2005 neopet days”

Taehyung: “Someone teach me to be furry”

Jungkook: “I’m not a police officer, i’m a toilet writer”

I had to stay off social media [after the finale], because people who don’t like things are always more vocal than people who do. We did our best, and you can see how much care, attention, love and hard work was put into that episode — not just from me, but from the actors and the crew. Everybody worked their butts off, and it was a labor of love. Hopefully people will jus take a breath and absorb it over time. Maybe even watch it again!
—  Marlene King
Married at First Sight Chapter 17: Epilogue, a Walking Dead FanFiction
Michonne and Rick celebrate a milestone...

Thank you all for reading! For now, that’s a wrap! I hope you enjoy the last chapter. Here’s a Sneak Peek:

Originally posted by lavila27

“Guess what?"Michonne turned away from her place in the mirror as her husband came into their bedroom.

He was wearing a smile that she immediately recognized and not much else, his jeans hanging low on his waist.

"Carl went down for his nap?” she asked, amused. She slipped a bobby pin into her mouth as she busied herself with her hair, attempting to maneuver the long locs into an elaborate updo.

“Sound asleep,” Rick confirmed, coming to stand behind her. He seized his opportunity while Michonne’s hands were up, slinking his arms around her waist.

“We should take advantage then,” she tilted her head, pulling a pin from between her lips and tucking it into her hair.

“My thoughts exactly,” Rick’s mouth came to the exposed skin of her neck, nipping at her lightly.

She shivered, her hair slipping from her fingers, tumbling down over her shoulders. Rick did not allow it to distract him, sweeping it all to the side with one fist as his other hand began a quest to get into her robe.

“Rick…” responsibility and rational thought were quickly fleeing her mind. She made a last-ditch effort to get back on track. “Everyone will be here soon.”

“There’s plenty of time,” he assured her, managing to slide his hand between the folds of fabric wrapped around her.The battle was lost the moment that his calloused palms found her skin, tracing her with finesse born of hours of practice. A ragged sigh escaped her and she fell forward slightly, catching herself on the dresser in front of her. Her robe fell open.Spinning, she turned to face her husband. His eyes raked over her appreciatively, the pupils dilating.

“We have to be quiet,” she reminded him. Her hands were already smoothing over him, clutching at the muscles that she knew and loved so well.

“No problem,” he caught her lips with his own. A chaste peck quickly dissolved into passionate, open-mouthed kisses as he pushed the bathrobe from her shoulders. Michonne freed him from his jeans, allowing Rick to take control. He grasped her around her hips, yanking her up until her legs were around his waist, her bottom resting against the edge of the dresser. She was helpless to do anything but hold on.

Not that she minded. She clung to Rick as he moved, muffling her cries of delight against his chest. It hadn’t taken long for Rick to learn exactly what buttons to push to get the reactions he wanted from her. Currently, he expertly manipulated them all, testing her resolve to remain quiet. She dug her nails into his back as he pushed her off the edge, gasping his name. She arched her back, pushing into him, still desperate for the feel of him.He gave her a moment to recover, looking all too smug as she came down from her high.

“You ok, hon?” he asked, feigning concern. He looked down at her through his lashes, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously.Michonne smirked. She kissed him, tugging at his ringlets of hair until he groaned in pleasure.

“I’m fine,” she lowered her feet to the ground, pushing at Rick until he began to move backwards. The back of his knees hit the bed and he went tumbling over. Michonne wasted no time in pinning him down. Rick flattened out, smiling at her as she took control. The faint scar on the palm of his right hand brushed against hers, the ring on her left pressing snuggly against his fingers. She began to kiss down his body, delighting in his gasps as he saw what she was aiming for.

“‘Chonne,” he choked out his shortened version of her name as her tongue darted out.

“Shh…” she reminded him, pleased with having turned the tables on her husband. “Don’t wake up Carl.” With a impish smile, she set about paying her husband back.

“Damn, baby…” Rick had never learned to keep quiet when her mouth was on him. The words that spilled from his lips got her wound up, and Michonne momentarily forgot the importance of stealth. His encouragements became more and more vocal, growing in timbre as she moved. He let out a shout of surprise when she added her hands to the mix.

The crying was almost instantaneous.

Ignoring Rick’s groan of protest, Michonne released him, sitting up.

“Too loud,” she chastised with a chuckle, watching Rick scramble for his pants.

“It’s your fault,” he called back to her, rushing out of the room to retrieve Carl, leaving Michonne laughing on the bed.

you don’t stop
loving someone
just because
you don’t talk
to each other

you don’t start
hating someone
just because
things got tough
or wasn’t all
sunshine and
the whole time.

things work out,
they don’t,

sometimes shit
just happens,
and that’s okay.

love is really,
fucking complicated
but go with it
when you find it

you might
get lucky
or you might not,
but either way
you can say you
tried and learned.

and that’s

—  trying to learn from what happened (6/21/17), thekaijusleeps