she's more and more beautiful everyday

Happy Mothers Day from little W and me! 💜     ||  Christian Serratos

happy mamas day!    ||  Steve Yeun

It’s the Mums.It’s the Dads.Everyday a recognition of what you have.Do it yesterday.Do it tomorrow.Go ahead and live it today. #mothersday      || Steven Ogg

She always encouraged me to be me. Happy Mother’s Day, beautiful.   || Khary Payton

Couldn’t be more thankful to have this beauty of a mother☺️❤️       ||  Katelyn Nacon

I’m so thankful God chose me to be their mother!!     || Gina-Ann Riggs 

Happy Mother’s Day to the greatest, and most beautiful. We just couldn’t love you more. Always and forever, Me & dude     ||  Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Happy Mother’s Day!

excuse me...

i have these moments where i just hear something by taylor or read about something she’s done and there’s a part of me that wants to be calm and relaxed but this other part of me always wins and i end up an ugly crying mess because of her and that’s where i am right now. i have no idea why ive been feeling the way i have lately but the second i heard that old Untouchable performance all of the tears and all of the feelings just like……..,.,,,,,,,,,… made me crumble???? i still spend some days wondering how someone as sweet and generous and hard working as taylor ends up getting her name dragged through the mud when literally all she wants to do is make people happy as much as she can whether it’s with her music or just her presence. i dont understand. im so lost like can someone draw a map for me because we’ve all practically watched her grow up and be so many different versions of herself. from the awkward dork to the strongest she can be in the spotlight and then there’s the sweet little fairy and you just know that no matter what version of her she’s being, she’s trying to be human and she is. it’s so hard to remember this with celebrities because we put them in these glass cases never to be touched but left to fade from the camera flashes like these priceless masterpieces. but there’s a reason it seems so easy to imagine yourself stopping at starbucks for coffee after a day of shopping or drinking wine on a roof and spilling secrets like…..she’s so real. she is actually like,,,,,,not just a concept, you know? i wish there were more people like her and i wish there were more of her in me. it used to be this thing of like wishing i was in her position (because c’mon like who doesnt want to be talented, rich, and beautiful) but now i find myself wanting to make other people’s days a little better somehow, everyday. it’s that chain reaction situation that makes her such a great person because the more good you put into the world, the better it gets and it’s such a terrible place so the smallest things make it just a little easier to live in and i dont know. she’s such a bright light. i find myself listening to her more and thinking of her when she’s not around and it’s not a painful ‘i miss you’ anymore it’s more like a safety blanket, remembering days when i began to pay attention to her and nights when my mom wouldnt know what to do when i cried about just one line in her songs. i sound so pathetic right now but i really love taylor swift and honestly days like today where i feel like im on an island and no one can hear or see me, somehow she makes me feel like it’s more of a vacation from the outside world than isolation. idk but like……taylor swift was a very good idea.

Little Family ~ Archie Andrews

Originally posted by riverdalegifsdaily

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x reader

Words: 1282

Requested?: Yes

Ok so this is kind of an out there type of ask but I saw an imagine kinda similar ish and it made me think of this, but an Archie imagine where him and the reader out a couple years older and have a baby? Just like lots of fluff and stuff?

Warnings: FLUFF!!!

A/N: I bloody love this request so much it’s unbelievable. And yes, I know that being married at 20 is a bit young but it’s true love y’all.


May 23rd 2021

The morning was like any other. I awoke to the sound of my husband wriggling out of bed and plodding to our daughter’s room. Every morning I still think it’s a dream, me waking up next to my highschool sweetheart Archie Andrews and our gorgeous new baby girl Ida. Yes, we’re young and possibly going to make some mistakes but at least we have each other.

I could hear his sweet voice nursing her from slumber to prepare for our busy day that is Archie’s first day of recording in a studio. We had flown out to LA just after Ida was born so that Archie could finally record his first song for his EP. I was apprehensive but once I saw how happy it made him, I agreed. 

It was hard living away from our families but both were supportive of our relationship and Archie’s talent so we left Riverdale for LA.

“C’mon pretty, let’s go get mommy up for the day. It’s a big day for daddy and everyone in the studio.” He chuckled as he returned to our room and gently sat on the bed. 

My eyes had yet to open and meet the sunlight streaming in through the largest window of our bedroom. Our apartment that was provided by the record company was too good to be true. Big white walls with modern furnishings, a lovely kitchen and three great bedrooms. Our belongings were neatly placed in the wardrobes once we arrived and that’s when it started to become home.

“Babygirl, it’s time to get up.” Archie said quietly as Ida cooed in my ear. Her little noises and cute laughs finally made my eyes open as I turned to face to my loving husband.

“Hello bigshot.” I said in a croaky voice. I scared myself with the sound of my voice and made a funny face which caused Archie to laugh and little Ida to grin.

“Come get up, we’ve got to be at the studio in two hours. I made breakfast last night so we wouldn’t have to worry this morning and all the bags are packed so we can just eat, shower, get dressed and leave.” He smiled kissing my cheek with a gentleness I will never get used to. Then like a lightbulb going off in my mind I recounted the few sentences Archie had uttered to me. He made breakfast.

“Archie, please tell me you didn’t burn the kitchen down making breakfast.” I sighed and he laughed shaking his head. He placed his left hand on my cheek and I felt the cool metal of his wedding band against my warm skin.

“It’s cereal. Honey, when I said made I meant poured two bowls of Cheerios and left a bottle of milk on the middle shelf of the fridge. I have little missy’s breakfast all ready to go as well.” He smiled at our daughter. Even though she’s only 5 months old, she looks more and more like her father everyday. Even though she has my hair, she was lucky enough to inherit Archie’s beautiful eyes.

“Well then, let’s get the Andrews family ready for the day.” I smiled as I took Ida from Archie and hopped out of bed to go to the kitchen. Archie turned on the radio in the kitchen as I put Ida into her highchair. 

Castle on the Hill was blaring throughout the rooms making me have a greater spring in my step. I looked up to see my husband dancing around our kitchen in his grey sweatpants using the milk bottle as a microphone. I laughed loudly almost doubling over. This was a regular occurrence in our household.

“How did I get so lucky?” Archie suddenly said pouring the milk into the bowls. That sentence made me stop in my tracks. 

“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” I questioned walking closer to him. I put both my elbows on the cold marble work surface. I was genuinely confused.

“I’m so blessed that I’ve been given the chance to record for this label and have this apartment and a beautiful daughter and the most amazingly beautiful, caring, loving, kind, sexy, best wife in the whole world. I’m only 20 and I’ve been given this much. I can’t thank you enough babygirl.” Archie said pulling me into a sweet and loving kiss.

“Achoo!”

We broke away from the kiss quickly to turn and face our daughter, covered in applesauce and milk. No surprises there.

“Well bless you honeybun.” Archie laughed as I did too. I look at the clock on the wall seeing it was 11 am. I quickly kissed him once more and almost fell over my own feet.

“Archie! We only have an hour left!” I shouted as I bolted to Ida to take her to shower and do my makeup simultaneously. I could hear Archie tripping over his own feet and running into the bathroom.

“You, put your war paint on, I’ll clean baby.” He said turning the bath on and taking Ida from me. I quickly applied primer and realised I didn’t have time for foundation so I plastered concealer across my face, powdered like a mad woman and drew my eyebrows on. I swiped mascara over my lashes and applied a quick layer of liquid lipstick.

“Baby is clean and dressed, quick we’ve 20 minutes until we have to leave, that’ll make it 11 30 and that gives us 30 minutes to get there.” Archie panicked pulling on a baseball tee and jeans. I picked out my favourite outfit and put it on quickly before running to Ida’s crib and placing her in car seat.

“We’re leaving in 5 honey!” I shouted running down the hallway to the door. I grabbed my shoes and bag from beside the door and rushed down the stairs that led to the entrance of our house. I placed Ida into the car and strapped her in.

“Go go go baby!” Archie shouted from the door as he locked it and I hopped into the passenger seat. He ran down the stairs and got into the car and began driving.

“Archie, this is really happening. You’re gonna be famous.” I smiled as he took my hand and laced his fingers through mine as he navigated the short drive to the studio.

“Might baby. I might be.” He chuckled lightly a he turned the corner. Just then, the studio came into view. 

He pulled into a parking space and as a family, we went inside. The lovely workers brought us to the studio where Archie’s producer and mixer were with a team of many others. They were all lovely and took a liking to Ida.

“Ok Archie, you ready to start?” James, his producer asked as I sat down with Ida on the couch facing the booth. Archie was smiling brightly inside as he nodded and the music began to play. His voice soothed my ears and made Ida clap her hands loudly making everyone in the room smile.

“Dada!” Ida squealed as Archie stopped singing with surprise and my jaw dropped. The music stopped and everyone turned to face the little girl on my lap.

“Ida! You little smartie!” I screamed hugging her tightly as Archie ran into the mixing room.

“She’s 5 months and talking! Oh god Daddy is so proud of you baby!” Archie smiled kissing her head and hugging me.

“I’ve a lovely little family.” I smiled as everyone “awwed” behind us. Archie laughed and kissed my forehead lightly.

“I love you.” Archie sighed brushing a stray piece of hair away from my face. I smiled widely and chuckled.

“I love you too Andrews.”

Evergreen

Special thanks to @dmarien for the suggestion of Emma and Killian back at their house after Emma and Regina returns from wish world.

I am taking prompts.

I also wanted to include this line, although I changed it a bit.
‘She thought of all those wasted years which they could never get back and suddenly she didn’t want to risk a moment’s more regret.’

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9916463 


Emma and Killian lay together on their couch with a fire crackling low. Emma was curled into his side and his arm was draped around her. She was so happy to be back here, in her home, in Killian’s arms. She felt like she hadn’t seen him in 30 years.

Just hours before, Emma had fallen through the portal followed by Regina and Robin. Emma was dressed in a pink gown and a pink velvet cloak trimmed in ermine. Emma had flung herself into his arms and held him and Henry as close as she could.

They had gone straight home at Emma’s insistence to get changed. Killian had talked her into keeping the regalia. Claiming fun to be had on the Jolly later. She smiled and tucked it into their closet- right next to his pirate coat. Then changed into favorite black yoga pants and oversized sweater, while Killian fixed them all some grilled cheese sandwiches and cocoa.

God, she had missed home.

“I know it might sound strange, but there is a tiny part of me that is glad this all happened.”

“How so?”

“I’ve wondered what it would be like if I hadn’t been sent through the wardrobe.

“I had a bad childhood there is no sugarcoating that, but I like the person I’ve become.”

She smiled at him. “I like the life I have, the life I share with you.”

She had told him of her and Regina’s journey through the creepy fake world. He listened and chuffed at the appropriate times.
When she got to the part concerning his doppelganger, the inevitable question fell from his lips.

“Dare I ask what I was like there?”

Emma was quiet for a moment before she sat up to look at him, reaching over to her fingers through his raven hair.
His doppelganger’s hair had been long and silver. Framing a worn face and sad eyes.
Those eyes haunted her. Emma never, ever wanted to see that look of utter defeat and hopelessness in his beautiful blue eyes again.

“You were definitely different there.” She said thoughtfully, thinking of the warped version of her love. “I think you were how the Evil Queen thought you would turn out. The Evil Queen had a pretty low opinion of you apparently.”

He quirked an eye making eye contact with her, pulling his head away from her gentle touch.

“You were much older, and you had a bit of a belly. “

“I was fat?!”

“Your clothes were a bit of a mess.” She continued, ignoring the question. “You had stopped taking care of yourself.”

She brought her hand to cup his cheek. “He wasn’t you, he wasn’t my dashing, well-groomed, nice-smelling pirate captain.”

He voice fell to a whisper as she voiced the thoughts that had been floating around in her head since that encounter.

“He wasn’t the Killian that’s died for me.” She swallowed hard. “He wasn’t the man I love.”

“But, honestly, I’m kinda really glad I met him.” Emma continued, “Meeting him just made me want to get back to you all that more.”

“To tell me to lay off the deserts and rum?”

“You have seen my stretch marks and cellulite.”

“You’re still beautiful.” He said quickly.

“And you were still handsome.” She cajoled. “You remember when we went back in time? How I met my parents, but they didn’t know me? It was like that, only worse.That Hook was so unhappy and alone and I just remember thinking. ‘I missed it. I missed his whole life. I missed seeing him everyday’.”

‘I thought of all those wasted years which they could never get back and I didn’t want to risk a moment’s more regret.’

“I wanna get old and grey with you, Killian Jones.”

His expression melted into a smile at that, and he leaned in to kiss her warmly.

“And I you.”

Because loving you, makes me feel alive. Because you are the one who saw me when I was invisible. Because you where the only one who talked to me that first day. You loved me from that first day. And I wasn’t able to see it. I know I didn’t love you back then but I ’ve always felt this deep connection and love for you. At first I was looking to you as a friend. And the truth is, that if I could choose anyone to be my best friend, I would choose you. Because you made me smile. You made me believe in myself again. You were trying to catch my attention. You were funny. And smart. And cute. And weird. And sensitive. I had never met anyone like you before. You were so different, you made me break my rules day by day. I was strict with myself and then, I was watching me change. I started to laugh. I started to feel. I cared so much about you and I didn’t know why. I wanted to help you to believe in yourself and don’t be afraid to show who you are. But instead, I guess, it was you who taught me all these things. You were the one who helped me be happier. And do things I could ever thought I would. I was a caterpillar in cocoon and you helped me turn into butterfly. I was born again. I saw beauty everywhere. Remember that day? When that cat scared you? I am happy she did because this cat is our secret connection. I love cats and I told you. And I know that that time in biology class, when you mentioned something about cats, it was for me. Because you can feel this connection, too. And now, everytime I look at my cats, or see other cats, they remind me of you. They will always remind me of you. I hope you can feel it, too. I think I love you more and more everyday. Although I don’t see you and we don’t talk and we have about eighty five days until we both meet again, I love you more. I can feel you soul beside mine. And it feels so good. Dreaming that I will hear your heartbeat one day, while you hug me tight. Like that day? Remember? When I was so afraid because you had a girlfriend and I was in love with someone else but I knew, deep inside, that you loved me. And I was afraid. Because you were hugging me so tight that I couldn’t move. And I didn’t want to, because you could think I didn’t want you to hug me. And I was afraid to hug you, too. But I wanted you. I really wanted you. Because even though I wasn’t in love with you, I always loved you and I wanted you as a friend. And I needed your hug more than anything. Because it was the first time someone hugged me. Someone who cared. Because I knew you did. I knew you loved me. And I know this isn’t right to tell or think or need this love when I couldn’t love you back, but I wanted someone to care. And you did. Although you ’ve always been too afraid and shy to admit it. And I am sorry if I hurt you. If I made you feel that I loved you too, back then. But it wasn’t until I almost die from depression and bad toughts and a love disappointment that I realised that you are the sun behind the clouds. That loves me, no matter what. That has this bright face and smile when he looks at me. And this sparkle in the eyes. And that I loved you, too. Very, very much. In a way that scared me at first. I was trying to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and out of nowhere, just like that, you appeared in my life. Again. You were the most unexpected person, the most unexpected time. And that’s why I was afraid. Because I wasn’t ready to understand this love. It was a weird feeling for me because it didn’t look like the others. I didn’t love you passionately, but deeply, truly, in a calm but also crazy way. And I was afraid. That’s why I did so many mistakes. Basically, we both did. But maybe it’s better this way. Because we weren’t ready for that and if we had something, we would destroyed it. We almost did. But I have faith. I know we ’re not over yet. Because I love you. Very, very much. And I will wait. I will wait until you are ready. Until we both are ready. Until the timing is right. Because, by the way I see it, my love for you grows day by day. As someone once said “Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.” That’s how I know it’s true love. Because it’s you, it’s always you. It’s gonna be a long summer. 85 days to see you again. But in 85 days I will love you more than I love you now. So I hope you are okay.
Bye for now,
The girl who looked at you as a friend, until she realised that she loved you
— 

moonstone-girl

To the one I love, 85 days left

Just a Little Somethin’ to Break the Monotony

*click through to read on ao3

written by: @bellamyfrecklefaceblake​ | Meghan

prompt: ‘construction worker Bellamy doing work on Clarke’s parents’ house’ for anonymous

word count: 3504

When Clarke moves home from college, it’s not actually home. She’s only ever spent weekends and school breaks there. It’s the house her mother bought with Marcus after they got married during Clarke’s sophomore year of college.

It’s a nice house, though, and she’s really excited about lounging by the pool until her job starts up in August and she moves into an apartment in the city with Raven. However, she’s not expecting to pull into the driveway two days after her graduation to find a construction crew tearing apart the second floor of the house.

She kind of just stands there, leaning against her car, and staring in disbelief. She was really, really looking forward to a quiet summer. And she thinks that her mother or Marcus could have at least mentioned this would be going on when they had dinner together after her graduation.

Abby must read her mind somehow because, all of a sudden, she’s bustling out of the front door with an apologetic look on her face.

“I knew we forgot to tell you something,” she says and Clarke just nods, still looking up at the house. She sees three men and a woman through the hole in what is supposed to be her bedroom as her mother stops in front of her. “The pool house is yours for the summer. Marcus and I are in the guestroom downstairs. I’m so sorry. Sunday was just so exciting with your graduation, that the stress of all this just slipped our minds.”

“It’s fine,” Clarke promises weakly, finally looking at her mom. “The pool house is mine?”

“For the whole summer,” Abby promises and that makes Clarke feel a little better. “This should only take a few weeks, but you’ve earned your own space, right?”

“Plus, it looks like my room is going to make you a really awesome walk-in closet,” Clarke guesses and Abby flushes a little.

“And a master bathroom,” she confirms. “When it’s all said and done, the office or guestroom is yours whenever you need it.”

“Okay,” Clarke smiles and her mother hugs her tightly.

Her mom calls for Marcus and the three of them unpack Clarke’s car and pile her things in the pool house. She and her mother start to unpack while Marcus excuses himself to go to work and she knows it won’t be long before her mom has to leave for the hospital and Clarke will be alone with the construction crew. The very good looking construction crew, if the ridiculously handsome man with freckles everywhere who is yelling up to the beautiful blonde in the second story means anything.

The next few weeks will definitely be louder than she was expecting, but they might not suck completely.

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I did a thing...

I know it’s a week until Acowar, but I can’t wait any longer for my nessian fix, so I may have went ahead and wrote the beginnings of my own…

This is my first Acotar fic.  (So far…)

Six pages and just over 2500 words. SFW

Summary: Picks off right after the ending of Acomaf, and Nesta, sick and tired of being stuck in the cabin, demands to go see Velaris. Mor relents, but first they stop by a familiar townhouse…with some familiar winged faes.

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VIXX: dating N would include

▪ you being best friends before anything else

 ▪ before confessing your feelings to each other, you both promised to remain friends if you ever had to break up

 ▪ mostly bc you know he’s an important idol and his job is of top priority to him 

▪ at least for now

 ▪ the other guys basically loving you as if you were one of them 

 ▪ also they’re hella glad you came along, since most of Hakyeon’s affections are now directed towards you and not them 

 ▪ you and Hyuk goofing off and Hakyeon having to scold you both, sometimes forgetting you’re not a part of the group 

 ▪ will get butterflies in his stomach and have the most gleaming smile when you bring them food during practice 

 ▪ he’ll smack the boys and insist they thank you 100 times and tell you how amazing you are

 ▪ before pulling you in and giving you the sweetest kiss

 ▪ booty bumps

 ▪ him slapping your butt when walking by 

▪ you doing the same, except you’ll actually grab it until he starts squirming 

 ▪ you guys love each others butts ok 

 ▪ (I mean have you seen his omg) 

▪ never forgets to tell you how much he loves and appreciates you, will spoil you with affection and love 

 ▪ you being jealous of his flawless skin and asking him what his beauty and skin care routine is 

▪ I mean wtf does he do to keep it so smooth and nice and perfect 

 ▪ both of you having insecurities, but looking past them and loving each other more and more everyday until you forget about the flaws

 ▪ you taking his clothes sometimes, and him pretending to get mad but he loves it so much when you strut around the place in his shirt or sweater 

 ▪ esp I’m front of the others 

 ▪ “jagiaya, why do you look so good today? Oh duh, you’re wearing my clothes. Doesn’t she look good, guys?“ 

▪ encourages you to get your work done, and brings you snacks and promises you cuddles if you finish everything 

 ▪ sometimes letting him pick your outfits or clothes while shopping, and he’ll nod his head in appreciation bc dang he can’t believe you’re his 

▪ back rubs when you’re not feeling well

 ▪ also one to fret over you when you get sick, and you doing the same for him 

▪ bc he can’t afford to get sick and you being the best when it comes to reminding him to take his medicines and eat warm food 

▪ when he’s away, he’s always thinking of you and getting you stuff that reminds him of you 

▪ the guys loving and appreciating you so much bc you love their amazing leader, and push him to be the best that he can when it comes to the group 

 ▪ he is an absolute angel and I’d die for him tbh 💗

Originally posted by shit-vixx-say

Body Positivity;WinWin

Request: hi hello yes I was wondering if I would be able to request a body positivity sicheng post 💕 (because I’m extremely insecure about my appearance, ranging from my large russian nose to my stretchmarks and cellulite) I just thought it would help to read about my bias loving me for me idk haha much love 🌸

  • i’d write this in a markdown format because it’s much easier for me!!
  • on a side note, i have many insecurities too so i’d probably do this as a series like the other ones of any of y'all request this for the other members!
  • hope this makes you feel better in a way or so,

  • so winwin’s your boyfriend of two years now

  • he knows you really well, even more than you actually know yourself
  • and he’s such a sweet and sincere person, you always wonder what you did to deserve such a wonderful person like that
  • you started getting even more insecure than you already were, after being together with him for a year
  • mainly because you’re dating such a flawless person who has the purest heart, you can’t help but feel that you’re not good enough
  • he probably noticed,
  • as he saw how you’d always get really sensitive to other people’s comments to your appearance,
  • and how you’d always ask him, “why do you love me babe?”, “do i look okay?”, “will people judge me?”
  • initially he wasn’t that vocal about his thoughts as he thought that you’d get over it quickly,
  • but as soon as he realised that it only made you more insecure, he started becoming more affectionate, never forgetting to show his genuine love for you everyday
  • always starts the day off with a “good morning my beautiful angel”
  • and ends it with, “you looked amazing like you always do today babe, i love you”
  • gives you lots of hugs and kisses when he notices you overthinking and turning upset over yourself,
  • and isn’t afraid to compliment you at all times
  • he posts random photographs and pictures of you on social media and likes to caption them
  • “isn’t she just stunning?”
  • “i"m glad i fell in love with her”
  • he’d do anything to make you feel more confident
  • afraid of being judged being together with him in public? winwin wouldn’t care at all and would hold your hand and have his arms around you at all times, showing others that you’re his, and that he’s happy
  • when he sees that you’re upset or feeling a little insecure, he flashes you his cute little adorable smile, which never fails to brighten up your day
  • “what.. if you leave me one day because you find someone better or prettier?”
  • “you’re wonderful the way you are and i love you for you, trust me baobei”
  • “i’m just scared, as compared to others im not as-”
  • “you’re you and you’re great just the way you are, don’t compare yourself to others. in my eyes you’re all i could ever ask for and you have the ability to make me happy and that’s good enough”
  • would also send you random texts and photos of positive quotes,
  • always accompanied by a selfie,
  • “know that i love you baby”
  • tries to make you smile at all times and he gets really happy when he sees you happy too!!
  • his actions always show how much he loves you so you can’t help but trust him fully, and let go of all your insecurities
  • and the fact that he literally worships you, makes you feel much better
  • thanks you him, you gained much confidence
  • and you can’t thank him enough
  • just know that winwin loves you for who you are and won’t ever judge you!!
  • i hope this helped a bit even though it’s really short omg

    Originally posted by nctmark

prettyrebel1955  asked:

Can u name all the things that make rivamika beautiful?

Hello there dear and sorry for the late reply.

I don’t know if by RivaMika you mean the ship itself, or the fandom as a whole, but sure, I can list some of the things I think make RivaMika so beautiful.

  • Mikasa’s first impression of Levi, which was the reason why she, unlike everyone else, wasn’t afraid of talking back to him or arguing with him, because, to her, he was just the midget that beat up her precious Eren mercilessly, and needed to pay for it sooner or later.
  • Levi’s secret protectiveness of Mikasa, him attempting to teach her the right thing and guide her so as to not commit the same mistakes as his. He even got himself injured while saving her, because he realized how Eren was her weakness and how she moved so recklessly, putting her life in danger, in order to save him, which she would have failed at without Levi’s help.
  • Mikasa being a secret admirer for Levi and his skills, which got her to observe the way he fights, and learn from his moves, and then attempt to test them out in the battlefield. This shows that despite the little grudge she held for him, she still acknowledged his strength and respected him for that, which is amazing.
  • Levi’s not-so-obvious tenderness with Mikasa. When she would stand up and argue with him, he never mistreated her, which was admirable, considering Levi always used force in order to discipline those who tried to act rebelliously, such as Eren and Historia, even with Hanji, he used harsh words, although he still respected her, even with Nile, he was disrespectful, although Nile was in Erwin’s status. And yet, he treated Mikasa quite differently. 
  • Mikasa’s sorrow for Levi’s injury, her feeling of responsibility and half-assed attempt to apologize, which not only is considered as a development for her character, for she was showing that she cared not only about Eren, but also about her captain’s safety, and the consequences of her actions, but is also a development–a turning point in their relationship.
  • Levi’s trust in Mikasa, acknowledgment for her strength, and pride in how far she developed, which was shown when he asked her to team up with him and kill the enemy, who was at that point humans instead of their usual enemy; titans. This shows that he believes in her abilities, actually he always believed in her abilities, and he was only scared that her attachment to Eren would lead her to a sooner death.
  • Mikasa’s acceptance for Levi’s leadership, putting her trust on him, and her obvious less attachment to Eren. While she was ready to risk everything for him at the beginning of the series, she is now more considerate about her actions, having learnt from experience that everyone’s life matters, and she shouldn’t risk their lives for a single person’s. This, of course, doesn’t mean that she cares about Eren any less, for she already showed concern for him, but she came to accept that her feelings must be put aside, and all of this is thanks to Levi.
  • Humanity’s strongest duo, in which both Mikasa and Levi team up to kick ass on the battlefield, always going ahead of the rest of the team in order to clear the path. Their relationship finally developed to a point where they put faith in each other, work hard, cover for one another, kill without hesitance, and guarantee a successful mission. Neither of them was a team-work person, but together, they make the strongest battle duo ever. This is a huge development for the two of them especially. They used to work individually, trusting no one but themselves, but they have over come that to accept working together, and this is beneficial to everyone. The rest of the team must now learn from them, and Levi and Mikasa must be the source of courage for the rest, to kill the hesitance everyone else is feeling about killing humans, which are more or less the true enemy of mankind itself.
  • Last but not least, Levi being still protective of Mikasa, even though he knows exactly how strong she is, he was still ready to rescue her if needed when they made their attack on Kenny’s team. 
  • Also, Mikasa’s amusement by pissed-off Levi is worth to be pointed out.

I hope I didn’t miss anything, but yeah, this is all I could think of about what makes the RivaMika ship so beautiful in my eyes.  After all, I’ve had a very good journey being a RivaMika shipper.

And the RivaMika fandom as a whole is pretty cool yo! We have great artists, amazing fanfic writers, and although most of them left, we still get more and more people joining the RivaMika ship everyday!

Thank you for the question, my dear. I really enjoyed answering it!

Bubble wrap

When she was small,
just the beginning of the imprint
she’d make on the world,
Just a seed yet to grow.
Her mother wrapped her up in
bubble wrap,
She was precious
Needed to be protected,
From the worlds sharp edges.

Then she grew,
Up-
And up,
And up,
No longer a tiny sapling,
But a budding flower,
Not quite bloomed but close,
And the bubble wrap grew with her,
It tightened around her shoulders and encased her in safety,
Her mother never needed to worry
when she fell and hit the ground,
She’d always find her;
safe and sound.

But the worlds vertices
eventually caught up to her,
Circling like sharks; popping each bubble,
One by one,
Each loss a new wound,
Each heartbreak a new rip in the
bubble wrap armour,
She remembered back
to when the world promised
it wouldn’t harm her.

Now she wears the shreds of
what’s left,
Of her bubble wrap shield,
Dreaming of the past; making half hearted bets for the future,
She’s lost count how many attacks
she’s endured,
How many times she’s been pieced
in the heart and expected to go
on,
Yet she still searches for the cure,
To her sadness,
Everyday-
Her porcelain skin is rendered raw,
Now that her bubble wrap is no more,
Yet she goes on,
And it isn’t a life she would have
chosen for herself,
But she’s strong.

She can live without bubble wrap,
Love without a shield,
Every new pain a reminder that
she’s real,
She’s more than an ornament or an object; trapped in bubble wrap
Safe but unable to truly appreciate the good life can give,
She makes a promise to herself
everyday,
And that promise
is to live.


@thatpalechild
Keep fighting, beautiful
I’m proud of you ❤

I spent 5 years hurting a good woman by staying with her but never fully choosing her.

I did want to be with this one. I really wanted to choose her. She was an exquisite woman, brilliant and funny and sexy and sensual. She could make my whole body laugh with her quick, dark wit and short-circuit my brain with her exotic beauty. Waking up every morning with her snuggled in my arms was my happy place. I loved her wildly.

Unfortunately, as happens with many young couples, our ignorance of how to do love well quickly created stressful challenges in our relationship. Before long, once my early morning blissful reverie gave way to the strained, immature ways of our everyday life together, I would often wonder if there was another woman out there who was easier to love, and who could love me better.

As the months passed and that thought reverberated more and more through my head, I chose her less and less. Every day, for five years, I chose her a little less.

I stayed with her. I just stopped choosing her. We both suffered.

Choosing her would have meant focusing every day on the gifts she was bringing into my life that I could be grateful for: her laughter, beauty, sensuality, playfulness, companionship, and so … much … more.

Sadly, I often found it nearly impossible to embrace – or even see – what was so wildly wonderful about her.

I was too focused on the anger, insecurities, demands, and other aspects of her strong personality that grated on me. The more I focused on her worst, the more I saw of it, and the more I mirrored it back to her by offering my own worst behavior. Naturally, this only magnified the strain on our relationship … which still made me choose her even less.

Thus did our nasty death spiral play itself out over five years.

She fought hard to make me choose her. That’s a fool’s task. You can’t make someone choose you, even when they might love you.
To be fair, she didn’t fully choose me, either. The rage-fueled invective she often hurled at me was evidence enough of that.
I realize now, however, that she was often angry because she didn’t feel safe with me. She felt me not choosing her every day, in my words and my actions, and she was afraid I would abandon her.

Actually, I did abandon her.

By not fully choosing her every day for five years, by focusing on what bothered me rather than what I adored about her, I deserted her.

Like a precious fragrant flower I brought proudly into my home but then failed to water, I left her alone in countless ways to wither in the dry hot heat of our intimate relationship.

I’ll never not choose another woman I love again.

It’s torture for everyone.

If you’re in relationship, I invite you to ask yourself this question:
“Why am I choosing my partner today?”

If you can’t find a satisfying answer, dig deeper and find one. It could be as simple as noticing that in your deepest heart’s truth, “I just do.”

If you can’t find it today, ask yourself again tomorrow. We all have disconnected days.

But if too many days go by and you just can’t connect with why you’re choosing your partner, and your relationship is rife with stress, let them go. Create the opening for another human being to show up and see them with fresh eyes and a yearning heart that will enthusiastically choose them every day.

Your loved one deserves to be enthusiastically chosen. Every day.
You do, too.

Choose wisely.

—  Bryan Reeves

Venus in Aries: smouldering, seducing, unforgettable. the flame in my heart has been kindled Venus in Taurus: vintage exquisitiness, the taste of lazy Sundays

Venus in Gemini: cerebral orgasm, the madness of an intelligent woman
Venus in Cancer: old fashioned romance, life in cinema. Venus in Leo: she will show your heart how to roar, and for the first time you will feel the Sun

Venus in Virgo: your broken heart will be embroided back into one, perfect, oneness. Venus in Libra: flowers fall from the tongue with every word, she reflects the deepest poetic beauty inside of me

Venus in Scorpio: she is wings. annilhilating, devestating, rapturous, mystically tempting. Venus in Sagittarius: radiates laughter of the heart, the pilgrimage of love

Venus in Capricorn: wise, inspirational, reverant, and sovereign, the rings of Saturn wrapped around her wrist like a bangle, promising the universe. Venus in Aquarius: exciting, refreshing, confusing, everyday the maze grows, detouring into wonderland, she disappears only to return with more light. Venus in Pisces: the wine my soul longs to swallow once more so I can taste God again

Snowflakes and Sweet Moments (CTM Fanfiction)

It has been forever since I have written anything new and I have missed it so much. I started writing this about a month ago, but I had a hard time trying to find a way to end it. I got the idea for this when someone shared their concern about Teddy being in the snow and when another person said (can’t remember who) that they wished that they would have seen Shelagh and Sister Monica Joan have a scene together in Series 6. Hope y'all enjoy!!

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I spent 5 years hurting a good woman by staying with her but never fully choosing her.

I did want to be with this one. I really wanted to choose her. She was an exquisite woman, brilliant and funny and sexy and sensual. She could make my whole body laugh with her quick, dark wit and short-circuit my brain with her exotic beauty. Waking up every morning with her snuggled in my arms was my happy place. I loved her wildly.

Unfortunately, as happens with many young couples, our ignorance of how to do love well quickly created stressful challenges in our relationship. Before long, once my early morning blissful reverie gave way to the strained, immature ways of our everyday life together, I would often wonder if there was another woman out there who was easier to love, and who could love me better.

As the months passed and that thought reverberated more and more through my head, I chose her less and less. Every day, for five years, I chose her a little less.

I stayed with her. I just stopped choosing her. We both suffered.

Choosing her would have meant focusing every day on the gifts she was bringing into my life that I could be grateful for: her laughter, beauty, sensuality, playfulness, companionship, and so … much … more.

Sadly, I often found it nearly impossible to embrace – or even see – what was so wildly wonderful about her.

I was too focused on the anger, insecurities, demands, and other aspects of her strong personality that grated on me. The more I focused on her worst, the more I saw of it, and the more I mirrored it back to her by offering my own worst behavior. Naturally, this only magnified the strain on our relationship … which still made me choose her even less.

Thus did our nasty death spiral play itself out over five years.

She fought hard to make me choose her. That’s a fool’s task. You can’t make someone choose you, even when they might love you.
To be fair, she didn’t fully choose me, either. The rage-fueled invective she often hurled at me was evidence enough of that.
I realize now, however, that she was often angry because she didn’t feel safe with me. She felt me not choosing her every day, in my words and my actions, and she was afraid I would abandon her.

Actually, I did abandon her.

By not fully choosing her every day for five years, by focusing on what bothered me rather than what I adored about her, I deserted her.

Like a precious fragrant flower I brought proudly into my home but then failed to water, I left her alone in countless ways to wither in the dry hot heat of our intimate relationship.

I’ll never not choose another woman I love again.

It’s torture for everyone.

If you’re in relationship, I invite you to ask yourself this question:
“Why am I choosing my partner today?”

If you can’t find a satisfying answer, dig deeper and find one. It could be as simple as noticing that in your deepest heart’s truth, “I just do.”

If you can’t find it today, ask yourself again tomorrow. We all have disconnected days.

But if too many days go by and you just can’t connect with why you’re choosing your partner, and your relationship is rife with stress, let them go. Create the opening for another human being to show up and see them with fresh eyes and a yearning heart that will enthusiastically choose them every day.

Your loved one deserves to be enthusiastically chosen. Every day.
You do, too.

Choose wisely.

She deserves everything. She deserves the world. She deserves endless kisses and back tickles. She deserves to have her hand held every second of the day and she deserves to be told she’s beautiful. She deserves much more than I can give her but that doesn’t mean I won’t try. I’ll try so hard to be perfect for her because she’s the only thing I need. She will never feel under appreciated and if she does I will try to make it up to her everyday until she believes that I love her more than anything in this world.
—  I want her forever
4

Ever seen the Lin Kuei with loaded guns?

“i fell in love with you a bit more today” he said quietly looking at her hands,
“why more today?” she asked giving him a warm smile.
“you looked so beautiful and peaceful at the literature class” he answered shyly
“what was i doing?” she said playfully loving this way of him expressing love with words.
“you were just writing an essay and you were so lost in your thoughts and i was so lost in you. you were in the world of words and metaphors and i realized you are my world. i fell more, the usual. i fall more everyday, every second, every eternity” he admitted looking at her shining eyes.
—  k.m
Painting

Allen smiled at the empty canvas in front of him. He pushed his bangs back, plugged in his headphones, and started to get the paints set up on his palette. He picked up a paint brush and started to streak it with a pale peach color for sandy scenery. However, he soon found himself more immersed in his music.

Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I’m afraid to fall, but watching you stand alone. All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow… One step closer…. I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years… Love you for a thousand more Time stands still. Beauty in all she is. I will be brave. I will not let anything, take away what’s standing in front of me. Every breath, every hour has come to this… One step closer… I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more….. And all along I believed, I would find you… Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years… I’ll love you for a thousand more… One step closer… One step closer… I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years…. I’ll love you for a thousand more… And all along I believed, I would find you… Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years…. I’ll love you for a thousand more…

Allen hadn’t realized he was crying until the song over. He hastily wiped at his face with his paint stained hands and looked up to see what he had painted. There in all its glory was Anti’s smiling face. It wasn’t Anti’s usual sly grin they drew him with, but a genuine smile. A smile that made his heart flutter and reminded him why he loved him so much. With a shaky hand he added his signature and a small heart next to it before setting it by the window to dry. He took a deep breath and started to clean up his work space.

((Inspired by all the sadness and cuteness from @askgoogleirlrp and @daddy-anti that they keep writing))