the greatest kiss of all time

The kiss that started it all <3

No one knew that the Clexa kiss on February 25th, 2015 would lead to not only a beautiful canon romance between soulmates, but also one of the most loved and most legendary tv relationship of all time <3 Clexa is 1 of only 3 wlw relationships to make the 50 Greatest TV Couples Ever :)

Have I mentioned how much I fucking LOVE Clexa <3 #We’veMadeIt

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.
—  Saul Williams 
9

This is the third episode of the special, Signs of Holy war. This episode focuses ENTIRELY on King and Diane. This is the episode I’ve always wanted. I watched the whole thing with tears in my eyes. This whole thing was amazingly adorable, incredibly beautiful, hopeful, and depressingly sad all at once. I swear that the theme surrounding King and Diane has to be either Time, or the idea of Loss because I don’t know any other characters that have issues with losing and gaining their memories the way these two do. >_< Whenever we (because I refuse to accept that we won’t ever) get a real full on kiss between these two, it’s going to be one of the greatest days of my life. ^_^

Fantasizing about boys felt like a healing paper cut: uncomfortable, but manageable.
While imagining a future with a man I mistook the relief of companionship for romance, and the anxiety for chemistry.
When I pictured him saying ‘you’re mine’, it felt like being trapped, too possessive, I did not want my heart stolen but at least being kept in a cage would keep me safe.
Dreaming about kissing boys seemed acquiescent, as long as my eyes were glued shut the entire time. This was love, right?

When I saw her for the first time I was mesmerized and I have never wanted to give up custody of my own heart more;
She felt like home, like freedom, and all the discomfort I had assumed was natural melted, just like I did whenever she touched me.
Her laughter reminded me why the earth revolved around the sun and when we kissed it felt like I had found the world’s greatest treasure without even searching for it.
When I imagine a lifetime with her it doesn’t feel cumbersome anymore and I realize it was meant to feel this way all along.

anonymous asked:

I need these little shits to loose their composure (their shits) and become super nervous to the point of stuttering. Can i have akashi, kise, aomine, himuro, takao, imayoshi, haizaki meeting their dream girl/wet dreams on legs/god is that you. Damn, bitch, you fine~/or just long time crush

(what if she is all of that for them)

Akashi’s a composed guy, so he’ll probably take your hand and kiss it gently. But he’s also a little out of touch with ‘commoner practises’ like dating, so expect him to ask, “It would be my greatest pleasure if you allow me to court you.”

When you accept, he gives a gentle smile and squeezes your hand gently. But what you can’t see is that he’s actually sweating a ton, and his heart is flip flopping in his chest. The idea makes him chuckle- is it true, is the Akashi Seijuurou actually nervous in front of his love.

“Why’d you chuckle?” You’ll ask.

“Nothing, my dear. Just delighted to be in your company.”

Kise’s rather prone to blushing easily, even if he likes to pretend he’s some kind of suave ladies’ man. His cheeks will be rosy pink, and he’ll grab your shirt and force you to to turn around and face him.

Your curious eyes gaze at him, and Kise wants to melt into a puddle of goo, because he’s never been so anxious yet so in love before. “_-_____cchi,” the nickname tumbles from his lips before he can stop it. You obviously detect the nervousness in his tone and place a comforting hand on his arm, giving it a squeeze.

“Stop! _____cchi, stop!” He yells, and you recoil, hurt. Kise shuts his eyes tight and manages to get what he wanted to say out.

“______cchi! You are making it very hard for me to confess when you keep acting cute like that!”

Aomine sighs in bliss when he enters another fantasy-realm in his mind where you’re dating him. He can just imagine, you dressing as a sexy cheerleader for him, making sure his belly is full and napping with him. Nothing makes him happier than when his mind offers him this sweet reprieve from his tiresome lessons.

Only a tugging of his sleeve gets him out of his reverie. He’s about to scold the pest, thinking it’s Sakurai, but it’s really just you, looking at him in concern. He snaps upright in his seat and turns to face you.

Damn it, why is the room so hot, he thinks, fanning himself with his collar.

“Aomine-kun,” you say, “you’ve got pen ink on your cheek.”

Aomine sputters incoherently for a moment, before burying his head in his hands out of shame.

Himuro: Now it takes a lot to get this guy to blush because he hardly ever looses his cool. But when a lone figure is waiting for him after practise at the entrance of the gym, Himuro’s hopes soar to the sky. He knows it’s you and he rushes over, with a dusting of pink all over his cheeks.

“______! This is a surprise,” he says, flashing you a charming smile.

“Himuro-kun,” you reach into your bag for something. Himuro is sure it’s a confession letter, and you’re someone he definitely doesn’t want to turn down, so he prepares his best smile and body posture despite his thundering heart.

“I was wondering which part of the project you wanted to do?” You ask, showing him your worksheet, which was discussed in class earlier today.

“UH,” is all he says, too shocked to formulate a proper response.

Takao’s a bright and bubbly guy who doesn’t get flustered easily, except when he’s around you. When he sees you walking down the hallway towards him, he tugs Midorima’s sleeve and hides behind him. The action surprises Midorima, causing him to nearly drop his lucky item.

“Fool,” he curses, “what do you think you’re doing!”

“Shin-chan,” whispers Takao, “it’s her! My dream girl, and she’s walking towards me for some reason and I-”

“Takao-kun?” He hears your sweet, sweet voice ask him. Removing himself from behind Midorima, he peeks at you.

“Yes?”

“You, um, dropped this,” you say, handing him his wallet.

“O-oh, thank you,” Takao replies.

“Nice ID picture by the way,” you giggle, a little pink to your cheeks. Takao’s face turns tomato red and he hops back to his spot behind Midorima to hide in shame.

Imayoshi’s sly grin drops off his face when you randomly appear in the gym during practice. He thought you were some other girl coming to the gym for who-knows-what but when you are the one who walks through those doors, every rational thought he has flies out of the window.

“_______-chan,” he runs over to you, waving a hand casually, “w-what are you doing here?”

“Sakurai-kun asked me to make these because he was busy last night,” you say, handing him a container of honey-soaked lemons. Imayoshi’s mouth waters and his heart thuds like drum, when he reaches out to take the container from you.

He can see you wiping your hands on your skirt subtly as you leave the gym and he curses his sweaty palms, but mostly curses his inability to keep his cool around you.

Haizaki didn’t ever think he’d find himself in this situation: have a puppy crush on you. Sure you were his friend, sure you were hot, and sure the two of your got along really well, but.

Nothing will ever stop the sickening feeling of butterflies in his tummy when you grin at him and nothing will stop the dreams he has of you either. Some turn out to be good, while others turn out to be even better.

“Oi, Haizaki,” you conk the back of his head when he drifts off during a math lesson. Haizaki’s eyelids snap open and he turns to face you, a harsh string of words already on his tongue, but instead finds himself tongue-tied and dumbfounded.

“Pay attention you idiot!” You hiss, out of concern for his grades not out of malice.

“Uh, okay,” he complies, a response which surprises the both of you. You guess he’s a little drowsy and so his defences are lowered, but Haizaki knows better. He knows his soft spot is growing exponentially.

2

One of the greatest scenes of all time in Shameless history.

Season 3: Ian is fooling around with Jimmy’s dad. Mickey starts getting noticeably jealous, and makes fun of how he’s old. In doing so, Ian says to Mickey “at least he isn’t afraid to kiss me”. And yall may THINK that season 3 Mickey wouldn’t give a fuck, BUT that very episode they end up robbing Jimmy’s dad’s house (with his permission). Anyways, Ian drives the getaway car; and guess what Mickey does before he enters the house??? :’) HE KISSES IAN :’) FOR THE FIRST TIME :’))) A :’) REAL :’) KISS :’))))))) LEANS RIGHT OVER AND PLANTS ONE ON HIM PLS 

To Make this Year the Best One

Request: Can you do a Tim Drake x reader for new years? Maybe at the manor and a new years kiss??

@whovianayesha @jadedhillon @too-many-fandoms666 @supernovares @diana-jaffa @maruthor (cuz as she said Tim needs more love❤) @daisyboobear


The manor was lit up in dazzling lights, the Christmas three, still making you feel so warm with all its lights.

This was yet another year you spent at the manor ever since you became a dear member of the Bat Family and your enthusiasm run throughout your veins. As Dick had informed you this would be the greatest time to finally confess your affections for the third Robin and you didn’t want to miss on the chance.

Everything was so perfect. The meal, the atmosphere, even Damian seemed to be calmer tonight, more than any other New Year’s Eve. You had to say you were more than excited.

Your heart throbbed loudly in your ears and you felt as if you’d explode the moment your feet would allow you to collapse. Why was all this anxiety the perfect situation for you to confess your love for Tim?

You hadn’t even thought of the possibility of being rejected and seriously you didn’t have the time to. Tonight you felt so confident, so beautiful, ready to pour your heart out to Tim amd receive his in exchange.

It was moments before the lights would go out, before all of you started to count down for the new year together, that Tim spotted you in the corner if the room, drinking some alcohol (that Jason shouldn’t have brought). He in fact had decided to open up about his feelings towards you too.

The clock seemed to run so very fast as he took you in his arms ever so tenderly. You slowly turned around and smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Tim, before New Year comes I wanted to say that I love you”

Tim shushed you with his lips as he heard his brother count to two. He seemed to cease on taking a breath, trying his best to keep his mouth on yours for a long, long time.

As he pulled away he looked at the watch in his hand. He had indeed kissed you all the time through 2017. What a sweet way to start the New Year.

Dating Iris West Would Include...

Requested by anon

  • Being the most adorable couple around
  • Always holding hands
  • Iris always kissing your cheek in public
  • Being the only one able to make Iris laugh during a dark time
  • Thinking her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world
  • And Iris thinking the same about you
  • Stealing each other’s makeup
  • You reading every single one of Iris’s articles thoroughly
  • And praising her all the time
  • “Seriously! You’re amazing. This is the greatest thing I’ve ever read. You’re gonna be a huge journalist one day.”
  • Supporting each other’s dreams and goals
  • Giving each other cheesy motivational speeches
  • And getting even more of them when you met Barry
  • Finding out Iris knew the Flash pretty early in the relationship
  • But not meeting them until a few months in
  • “Barry! You’re the Flash! I should’ve known!”
  • Having a lot of fangirl moments when you met them all
  • “Oh my god, Wally! Iris, why didn’t you tell me that your brother was Kid Flash?”
  • Wally, Cisco, and Caitlin shipping you two
  • “Iris, never let her go. I want her as a sister.”
  • “Let’s a shot every time Y/N and Iris do something disgustingly adorable.” “Cisco.” “You’re right. We’ll be hammered in minutes.”
  • Quickly becoming a part of Team Flash
  • But Iris being cautious because she doesn’t want to lose you
  • “You just can’t tell anyone that you know the Flash, okay? You can’t let it slip out. I don’t want any reasons for an evil metahuman to try to get to you.”
  • Both of you getting very overprotective, very easily
  • Iris getting jealous surprisingly easy
  • If a guy ever made a rude comment about either of you on the street, the other would go off
  • Always having your arms around each other
  • Iris loving to sit in your lap
  • Lots of cuddling
  • And cute kisses
  • Which always sometimes lead to hot makeout sessions and sex
  • Barry being jealous of your relationship
  • “Oh. They’re kissing. Great.” “Just be happy that Iris found someone.” “You’re right, Joe. But… still.”
  • Joe loving you like his own
  • Having lots of family dinners at the West house
  • Always getting questioned about when you’re going to get married
  • Wally lowkey wanting to plan the wedding
  • Telling each other that you love each other all the time
  • You couldn’t go one day without telling Iris that you loved her
bangtan's greatest treasure

imagine a pocket-sized you standing on top of bangtan’s new trophy for Album of the Year and dutifully using a cotton swab to sweep away the thin film of dust that has collected in the weeks since that wonderful night the boys had first brought it home.

that night, the boys had burst into the dorm excitedly shouting your name, taking turns gathering you up to their cheeks or kissing your head and always always thanking you for believing in them all this time. yoongi, after proudly presenting you with the trophy, had set it down right in the center of their coffee table, admiring it with a loving gaze. then the 8 of you celebrated late into the night with bad karaoke and silly dancing and so much laughter that your cheeks ached the morning after.

you smile at the memory and kneel down to wipe a particularly stubborn speck when you suddenly become aware of the steadily blurring edges of your vision and the tear drops that begin pattering softly onto the crystal surface of the trophy. sniffling in surprise, you quickly rub the telltale tear tracks from your face and stand to resume sweeping. unfortunately, you don’t see the tiny puddle that has formed of your own tears, and you step right onto the slippery surface, instantly falling backward. you throw your arms out in desperation and somehow catch hold of the trophy edge, but as you attempt to pull yourself up, your weight only manages to bring the trophy toppling off the table, taking you along with it.

you shut your eyes, bracing yourself for impact.

only it never comes.

you open your eyes in confusion and find yourself face to face with min yoongi, his body draped across the table and his arm stretched out so that his hand now cups your entire body.

the trophy lay shattered on the ground.

yoongi brings you up to sit on the coffee table and checks you over for any injuries. he falters to see your eyes glistening with unshed tears, but before he can ask if you were hurt, you apologize profusely for the destroyed trophy, crying that it was his dream to win it and now it’s ruined. yoongi’s expression instantly softens and he huffs out a quiet laugh. then, using a pinky to gently poke at your forehead, he scoffs, “yah, who needs a trophy?”

he looks down at the trophy, lifts a slippered foot, and carelessly kicks at the shattered pieces. he turns back with a furrowed brow.

“this thing? i don’t need it. but you—" yoongi sighs, swipes the tears from your cheeks and whispers, “i need you.”


BONUS:

none of the boys were the least bit upset about the trophy, which was now resting in pieces in the garbage. they had unanimously agreed that with namjoon puttering around the dorm everyday, it was really only a matter of time.

"The most of all, I regret that I haven't kissed you that night. I thought you didn't like me, or that you didn't want to."

He was my greatest love. It has been 5 days in a summer camp that we were actually together, and I have been dealing with mental illness back then. I thought of it being my last summer, and I wanted to act like I was fine. I thought, “If I’m going to kill myself at least have some time being myself, the real and flawed me.”. But then, he came. He made me love, for the first time ever, and he made me feel worthy, beautiful, smart, funny, safe. Things I never felt before. He made me want to go seeking help for my illness, and want to go on living.
Anyhow, it was just after the camp I told him I loved him. He confessed to feeling the same, and eventually told me that message above (it’s related to a dare we got, back at the camp in the first night, but I was too scared to make a move). It was our last conversation. 20 damn months ago. I never got over him, or forgot him. I tried talking to the boy, but he never replied again.

anonymous asked:

P!nk. Just give me reason. Batcat please?

24. P!nk- Just Give Me A Reason

Selina rested her chin on his bed, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, listening to the monitor beep with each heart beat.

This was all her fault.

She knew Sionis was coming after her again, but she became too comfortable. Too safe. She thought Bruce Wayne was indestructible. They were out on a date, why should they worry?  Turns out even the World’s Greatest Detective can miss a car bomb until the last minute.  He had pushed her out of the way, but he couldn’t save himself in time.

Her hand tightly clasped his. She was just begging him to wake up, or move, or do something.

Come on, Dark Knight… She thought, bringing his hand up so she could kiss his palm. Wake up, you son of a bitch.

“I’m awake.” He groaned.

Her head jolted up. Great, he could read minds, now? 

“That’s what you said to me after I spilled my guts to you in the hospital room after Hush hurt you…remember?” He turned his head, smiling softly.

“Were you waiting for me to do the same…?” She smiled back, feeling his hand close on hers finally.

“Kind of.”

“Well you already know I love you, so it would defeat the purpose.” She squeezed his hand, then sighed, sitting back in her chair. There was a long silence in the room. Then she spoke again. “Bruce…we can’t do this anymore. We…make each other too comfortable.”

“Wh- Selina-” He sat up, grunting at the pain.

“No- don’t get up.” She stood, resting her hand on his shoulder. Of course, he couldn’t be moved.

“Selina, you can’t be seriously breaking up with me while I’m in a hospital bed.”

“Bruce, come on…you’re usually the rational one between us.” She let him go and dropped her head. Now she knew how hard this was on him when he did this to her.

“Just, stay with me for tonight.” He placed his hand under her chin to lift it. “I need you tonight.”

She closed her eyes and nodded. “Only if you lay down, Dork Knight.”

“Agreed.” He smirked, laying back down, but pushing himself over to make room for her.

She accommodated, climbing into the bed with him and making sure not to touch his injuries. He kissed her head, then closed his eyes. This was nice, really nice.

But it couldn’t last forever.

Send me a ship and a song

My birthday is tomorrow and this lady at work who I fucking adore was like “oh, are you turning 21?” LIKE BLESS YOU!!! I told her I was turning 26 and she was like “NO!!!!!” and went off on a tangent in Spanish and then apologized because she was so shocked. I fucking love her.

Then again, this is a woman who went on a trip to Paris with her new boyfriend after 3 dates? And this dude goes to Paris all the time, enough that he has a “regular” hotel, and said they needed to take a picture of themselves kissing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, so like, you know he has a picture board of a million girls with the same exact photo, so like, she doesn’t have the greatest judgment. 

I wish you all a Happy New Year! 

Thank you all so much, for following and for all your lovely messages and asks. You are the greatest!! May all your wishes come true in 2015. ♡

PS: I was going to add some fireworks in the background for this gif but I don’t have any more time (you may add them in your imagination, thanks). Now if you excuse me, I need to put some glitter on my nails and celebrate the New Year!

☆☆☆☆ See you in 2015! ☆☆☆☆

dacianamusik23  asked:

Julian McMahon

Pffft, come on now!!

Originally posted by dylanhoechlin

Not my type | Eh | He’s Alright | He’s cute| Totally Adorable | I’d Kiss Him | He is gorgeous | I can’t stop staring | FUCK ME - anytime/anywhere

This man was truly and honestly my first ever crush.

Like…Cole in Charmed?

He was so beautiful. Evil as hell.

But he was stunning. As I got older, I realized, yea, my child brain was right.

This man is beautiful.

And to this day, this man could get it.

Sure, he’s gotten older.

Sure, the hotness is decreasing.

But….he could so get it. This was my first ever crush, why the fuck would I turn him down?

ALSO, GO WATCH CHARMED!! GREATEST SHOW OF ALL TIME!!

“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding” 

― Saul Williams