u know all i can think of is when the hobbit movies were first coming out and I saw them in theaters and as soon as Thorin Oakenshield walked into Bilbo Baggin’s fucking hobbit hole I was trash for that ship
It was a little passed 3 p.m., you and Mark finally got a day to spend together after him working non-stop for what felt like an eternity. The two of you lazily spent your time together laying on the couch, binge-watching all the Disney movies both of you grew up with.
“Babe-” You softly called out to him, a loving smile spread across your face you felt his arms tighten around you. “-I love you a lot, you know that right?”
Mark automatically nodded in response, “Of course baby..” He giggled, planting a sweet kiss at the base of your neck. “That’s what keeps me going when I’m working. I just think about how much you love and support me, and it just helps me get through the day- even when I’m just so tired of it all.”
Suddenly your boyfriend sat up, pulling you up with him. Cupping your face, his thumbs gently caressed your cheeks as he looked deep into your eyes. “You know you’re the reason why I can even find the strength to do work as much as I do, right?”
Your heart automatically fluttered as your cheeks flushed a bright rosy hue. God- He still made you feel the same butterflies you felt the first day you met him. “Babe you’re making me feel all cheesy and stuff.” You giggled as a shy grin painted across your face.
Flashing that adorable toothy grin of his, he looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes as he moved down to the floor in front of you. Immediately your eyes widen, your heart pounded in your chest so quickly you thought it’d burst out at any second. “Mark, what- what are you doing?’ You stuttered as he began rummaging through his pockets.
Your boyfriend suddenly pulled out a small, black leather box and held it out in front of him. An eager smirk painted across his face as he looked down at the object before turned his attention back to you, “Look, y/n I know we’re both still pretty young and we have our whole lives ahead of us, but..” He chuckled, taking a deep breath before clearing his throat.
“..But I can’t picture my life without you. You give me this strength that no one else can, you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” Taking your hand in his, he brought it up to his plush lips- kissing each one of your knuckles. “I see a future with you, a bright one at that. I see us having our own little family and growing old together.”
Hii so I wanted to let you know that I l o v e your works, the whole thedasbook stuff never fails to make me giggle and your DorianxLavellan fics are a goddamn masterpiece. Honestly, I love your Inquizitor and I've never seen a better written Dorian, and the banter is just magnificent, I'd love to see more one-shots! Your style is so light and engaging, interesting but realistic and lore-friendly plot...just please keep doing what you're doing because you are amazing.
Holy shit anon this is the nicest thing I’ve ever read, you made me tear up like an emotional human baby, that means you’ve earned yourself a terrible gif
Me @ you (is it any wonder Dorian’s entranced by my idiot son)
I’ll get some more silly one-shots on the to-do list for you, my sweet anon friend!
Confession — sometimes I like to just... Scroll through your likes. Most of the time it's Elliel's stuff, which makes me giggle sometimes because your relationship with each other is honestly adorable, being supportive of each other and stuff. xD Just wanted to say, you have really great tastes. 👀👌
@ellieljade and I have this agreement that we must always be at the top of each other’s “Biggest Fans” list. We’ll go on sprees, frequently, to ensure this, too. Tbqh, she posts a lot of things I’m pretty meh on, but you know, gotta keep my spot. ;)
Because I Like You: A Chris Evans x Reader One-Shot
They didn’t often happen. If you were being honest, they were almost a treat. Because while you loved them, he hated them. But whenever Chris would come home from a production shoot or promotion tour, he’d use any excuse to spend time with you. Even agreeing to take a simple, long bubble bath.
And so here you two were, your back pressed against his chest. His head rested against the tile behind the tub. One of his hands held a beer bottle, and the other drew patterns slowly across your arms. You cradled your bottle in your hands, next to your chest. You turned your head, pressing your face into his neck.
He chuckled lightly, “Your hair’s tickling me.”
“Now you know how your beard feels to me.” You smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his jawline. He laughed again, taking a drink out of his bottle.
“You know you like it, babe.”
“I know I do. I just wanted to tell you that it tickled me.” You reached out a hand, pushing around the bubbles. Chris pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
Reaching up and tugging a strand of hair, he murmured, “Why do you like these so much?”
You smiled, looking down into the bubbles. Your voiced dropped its volume, as if you were sharing a secret. “‘Cause they’re close to you.” Chris hummed his approval. You felt him shift slightly, and you listened as his bottle clinked softly onto the ground tile.
“Funny,” he murmured, and you could feel his smile as his mouth moved to your shoulder. “'Cause that’s why I like them too.” You shifted forward before Chris could put his arms around you, slushing some of the water out of the tub. Your jaw dropped into a smile.
“So you do like them. I knew it!” You gestured at your boyfriend with the bottle in your hand, “I knew it!”
Chris’ cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah.. Now c'mere.” He reached an arm out to you, trying to pull you back. You moved farther away from his reach.
You smirked at Chris, “Not until you admit it.” You sunk back into the suds as if to prove your point.
“Baby, come on.” He pouted, arms crossing his chest.
You set your beer on the closed toilet seat beside the tub. Then, you mimicked his motions. “Baby, come on.” He rolled his eyes, a small grin on his face. You pressed your back against the other end of the tub, flinching at the cold meeting your warm back.
Chris raised an eyebrow, smirking, “Cold? You can come right here,” he patted his chest for emphasis, “and warm up.” You stuck up your chin, sinking more into the water and stretching out your legs. Your feet brushed against the top of Chris’ thighs and you felt a sense of power when you watched him shudder.
“Oh no, I’m quite alright here.” To prove your point, you took your bottle back into your hands, taking another sip. Chris snorted, taking up his drink again.
“Alright then.” He tilted his bottle up, not breaking eye contact. He licked his lips after, moving his arm to the outside of the tub. His bottle clicked as he tapped a beat against the plastic. Chris smirked, his blue eyes alit with mischief. You clenched your jaw, grinning at him. “Something wrong, sweetheart?” He smirked.
“I hate you, Evans.” You muttered. Chris wiggled his eyebrows at you, moving to the middle of the tub, before wrapping a hand around your ankle. You squealed as he pulled you quickly towards him. His hand moved up your leg, resting on your back.
“I don’t think you hate me that much.” He smiled, moving closer to your face. You cradled your drink to your chest, shrugging a bit. “And you were right. I like these baths.” He tugged at another strand of hair that had fallen. You opened your mouth, but Chris quickly pressed a kiss to your lips before you could get out an 'I told you so.’ He pulled back, lips ghosting over your own. “But you should know that the only reason I like them, is because I like you.”
“You like me?” You grinned.
Chris chuckled, rolling his eyes, “God, you can’t take a compliment.”
“Not when it’s not the truth.”
“Fine, I like these baths, because I love you, darling.” He gave up. You smiled at him, leaning forward.
“And I love you, Christopher.” You pressed a light kiss to his lips. You smiled as Chris smiled himself into the kiss.
After that night, you never had a problem in convincing Chris to ease into a bath filled with lavender scented bubbles with you.
You knew it was gonna happen. As soon as we got the shot of Lexa waking up from a nightmare, I just couldn’t resist…. @killthegiant feel free to make it worse
It’s the middle of the night when Lexa opens her eyes, and she immediately realizes that there is something wrong. It’s nowhere near dawn yet, it should be all dark and quiet, instead there is a glowing light coming from her window, and muffled sounds she can’t identify. She gets up from the bed and slowly makes her way to her window. When she looks outside, her mouth falls open. Polis is burning. The light she saw when she woke up is the fire flaring everywhere, the sounds she heard are the screams of her people being slaughtered in the streets. She is frozen with shock and dread, watching the city and the people she vowed to protect dying before her eyes, when suddenly she hears something else, something much more terrifying than a scream. A chant, repeated over and over again.
“Nou Heda noumou.” Commander no longer…
Dread in her heart, she cautiously walks away from her window, opens the door and exits her room. Her two guards are there as usual. Except that there is nothing usual about it. Nothing normal in the way their empty vitreous eyes stare up at her from the ground, dead. Lexa walks past them and slowly moves down the hallway. The chanting resonates in her ears, louder and louder as she approaches the throne room. Then she arrives in front of the closed doors, and before realizing what she’s doing she walks inside. The sight is nothing short of horrifying. The Nightbloods–her Nightbloods–are there. Their tiny bodies sagged on the floor, their blood spilling everywhere on the cold marble. Aden’s blonde hair now black with the blood from a head injury Lexa can’t see. Her eyes fill with tears as she walks among the bodies of the dead children she watched grow up, the children she took care of and learned to love. Innocent…. She’s in the middle of the room when she finally looks up. Titus lies bleeding and cold at the bottom of the stairs that lead to her throne, his face still contorted in an expression of pain. Whether physical or emotional-for failing to protect the children–Lexa doesn’t know. And then Lexa sees her. Sitting on Heda’s throne, on her throne. Ontari. The Natblida from the Ice Nation. Covered in the blood of her novitiates, smiling proudly, a hand caressing the wooden armrest of the throne, as if it was her right to sit there. All around her stand the twelve Ambassadors, relentless in their chanting. ”Nou Heda noumou.”
Lexa wants to kill all of them, wants to rip them apart with her bare hands, but she can’t move. Her muscles don’t work, she is frozen there on spot. Then Ontari’s smile widens and she just says “For you…”
Lexa’s legs move on their own accord, she has no power over them, and they make her turn around. And when she sees her, Lexa’s heart stops in her chest. Clarke. Kneeling in front of her, held down by an Azgeda warrior. Lexa wants to run to her, wants to free her and take her away from this horror, but she can’t move once again. She can’t even beg for Clarke’s life, her voice is gone. Her petrified body is shaken by tremors when she sees another warrior drawing his sword and resting the blade on Clarke’s neck. Ontari’s words reach her ears and hurt more than a death by a thousand cuts.
“This time you get to watch…”
Anguish and despair gnaw at her as the warrior lifts his sword. Lexa wants to move, to shield Clarke, but she can’t. She wants to scream, to tell them to take her head and not Clarke’s, but she can’t. She wants to cry and tell Clarke how much she loves her, but she can’t. She desperately keeps trying to fight the invisible force holding her still, when suddenly Clarke looks up at her. She stares at her with a look of utter betrayal in her misty eyes and then, with a broken voice, she shatters Lexa’s heart forever.
“Why didn’t you save me?”
Lexa’s face twists with a silent scream as the sword cuts Clarke’s down.
And that’s when Lexa finally wakes up, her heart in her throat. A concerned Clarke looking at her, asking her what’s wrong. Alive. Yes… it was only a nightmare.
Just wanted to drop in and tell you that you're fucking hilarious, honestly, some of your stuff makes me giggle like a lunatic no matter how many times I see it, and also, you kill me with your angst, I swear to god I want to hate you for the feelings you make me feel but I keep crawling back regardless because it's all too damn good, I pray you never lose your muse for too long cause it would be a tragedy
awww this is. so fucking nice. Thank you so much I love you. (and sorry my muse has been lazing off the past two months! she’s back now!!)