this dress just makes me melt

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Okay but harry taking his 4 years old daughter to a dinner on a really cute/girly restaurant ,because he wanna be her first valentine's💖

Okay, this image just made me melt into a puddle.

He’d go all out; this is her first “date”, after all. Your daughter loves to play dress up, so he lets her wear the frilliest, fanciest dress that she has in her closet and the sparkly red shoes that make her look like a princess. You do her hair up in curls and bows and give her one of your old, tiny purses to carry with her, complete with chap stick and a compact you no longer use.

He crouches down in front of her when she walks out, all dressed up, and takes her hand in his to give the back of it a kiss.

“You look beautiful, princess,” he’ll say.

He’s picked the fanciest restaurant he can think of that’s still kid friendly. He lets her sit in a big-girl chair without a booster seat and lets her get anything off the menu she wants (with a few exceptions and explanations, of course).

And they talk all through dinner; Harry treats her like an adult and asks her about her day and what she’s been doing in school lately and if she’s watched anything good on TV.

At the end of the night, he spoils her with a dessert that they share together, making her promise that she won’t tell mummy about how much chocolate she’s had, and then Harry gives her a Valentine’s Day present of a single, red rose, because he also wants to be the first man to give her flowers.

She’s asleep on his shoulder by the time they get home, but he knows she’s had a good night because, when they left the restaurant, she had looked up at him with big eyes and traces of chocolate on her face and said, “Daddy, you’re my favorite Valentine.”

I fell in love with the way he spoke my name, so delicate and soft, as if it would shatter into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful. The way his hair looked perfectly messy from him running his fingers through it when he got nervous. I loved the way he walked, and the way he carried himself. His whole presence seemed so effortless, though I knew it took everything in him just to talk to someone. I loved how his deep brown eyes seemed so calming. Something about the way he would look at me caused me to melt. I loved the way he dressed, the way his shoes showed the miles he walked. He always wore a necklace, hidden under the collar of his button-up shirt. I loved the way he was so passionate about music, how he secretly wanted to make a career out of it, but never believed in himself enough to let it be known. I fell in love with the abstract freckles on his face, the way they extended onto his back. And then there was his smile. Always so brilliant, so contagious. I wished that one day I would be the reason for his smile, and hoped that it would be as radiant as the one he wore when he met his favourite band.
—  i wish you looked at me the way you looked at her
On The School Dress Code

Hello.
I am an average teenage girl who wears whatever the fuck I want because who cares?
You see those things on either side of my neck?
Those are called shoulders.
According to the school dress code,
They make boys so lust induced
They literally cannot control themselves.

According to the school dress code, shoulders make the blood rush from every single boys head to, well…their Head and lets just say that they are all racing to do a girl after that.
Do my elbows makes your knees quake, a burning desire to take me right here in the middle of the classroom where all our fellow classmates can see?

Do my knees make your brain stop working, make you want to stop me in the hallways, run your hands all up and down them and then all up and down me, do they make your heart feel like sugar melting in the heat of a bitter cup of coffee?

Let me apologize for distracting you in the middle of class,
My paper airplane collar bones keeping you from doing your classwork because you just can’t keep from throwing glances at them.
I’m sorry for my cleavage showing just a little bit, like passing notes while the teacher is lecturing, can you please refrain from trying to read them.
Nevermind, they’ve decided to cut my school day short, no education for me.
Missed the test
No retakes
Worth 3/4th of my grade
But I need to go home
Put on some proper clothing, maybe while I’m at it learn a little baking so that one day I’ll get married and I’ll need someone, probably a man, to explain the world to me.
Is my mind not sexy to you? You don’t like the way all my mitochondria are stacked up, made up, formed to make me?
Me, a valid human being, don’t you tell me this dress code’s equal when I’ve never seen a male student sent home for wearing his pants too low.
And you think gay people have an agenda?

Okay, you guys are going to laugh at me, but I just got the parallel between the Stydia scene in Formality and the scene where he tells her she looks beautiful when she cries.

The first time, at the dance, Lydia is perfectly, carefully constructed. She is dressed for a formal, she is attempting to look her best, she is definitely trying to get Jackson to notice her in a positive way. This is probably the pinnacle of Lydia attempting to make herself look good, and Jackson just blows her off. But Stiles? “Well I think you look beautiful,” he says, and she melts, because she tried to and there’s this boy who is telling her that she succeeded in that, and even if it’s not the right boy, this is the one who’s here for her.

Then there’s the scene where Stiles runs up to Lydia when she’s in her car, and she’s a mess because nothing is going the way she wants it to and Jackson is treating her terribly and she’s acting insane and she doesn’t know why. She wants to hide from literally everything, which is the reason she’s crying in her car. Lydia’s life is totally out of control, and right then, nothing about her feels beautiful.

And then this annoying kid who’s friends with Allison’s boyfriend, and who once told her she looked beautiful when every hair was in place, comes up to her and wants to hear her talk and wants to tell her that everything might be okay and she can let him listen to her. And he says, when Lydia is feeling totally out of control, so un pretty, that she looks beautiful when she cries. She’s a mess, and he still thinks she’s gorgeous.

Lydia melts because she’s supposed to be put together all the time, like she was at the dance, but even when she’s not, it’s okay. Someone still thinks she’s beautiful. It’s the same guy who knows she’s smart. And still thinks she’s beautiful.

There’s kind of a pattern here, and it’s the best kind.

The day.

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff X Reader
Warnings: None.
Summary: Imagine getting married with Pietro

Originally posted by moan-s

Today was the day. Today was finally the day you got to marry your best friend, your soul mate. Pietro proposed to you 7 months ago, when he woke up from the coma after saving Clint’s life. He treated you like if you were the one who put the stars in the sky reminded you he loved you every day. Pietro was the perfect man for you.

You were so nervous, but your father, Tony, was even more nervous than you. He was checking your hair and your dress every minute. Making sure that everything was perfect for his little girl.

“Calm down dad, you are making me nervous” You said to him with a smile.  

“Sorry sweetie” He apologized “I just… I can’t believe you are going to get married today”

Your heart melted when you saw his expression. Your father was always a cocky person, but today he seemed melancholic…

“Hey, dad” You grabbed his face with both hands and hugged him “I’m just going to get married okay? That doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon you! I will continue living in the Stark Tower, I mean, I’m an Avenger, right?”

“Yes, you are” Tony smiled.

“This is only… the day I say to the man I love that I want to spent every day of my life with him.”

Tony kissed your forehead and smiled to you.

“I love you my little girl.”

“And I love you too daddy.”

The organ began playing and you held onto your father’s arm as you started down the aisle. “C’mon Y/N…act like a normal person, don’t fall in your own wedding…” You thought while you were walking.
Everyone rose as you walked past them, giving you smiles and thumbs-up. Clint and Natasha had a huge smile in their faces; Wanda who was sitting with Vision was crying, same as Bruce. And then you saw Pietro. He was dressed in a navy suit with a blue tie as a complement. He seemed very nervous but you saw his childish smile plastered in his face.
When you reached the end of the aisle, you kissed your father on the cheek. When you saw that your father was crying, you started to cry to. You stood across from Pietro, who was already in tears. Perfect…now everyone was crying…

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here to join together this man and this woman in Matrimony; which is an honorable estate, and therefore is not by any to be entered upon, nor taken In hand, unadvisedly, lightly, or wantonly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, duly considering the causes for which Matrimony was ordained. Matrimony was ordained for the mutual society, help, and comfort that the one ought to have of the other, in both prosperity and adversity. Into which estate these two persons present come now to be joined. Therefore if any man can show any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace.” The priest said.

The priest turned to Pietro now.

“Wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep the only unto her, so long as you both shall live?” He asked.

“I do” Pietro smiled a tear sliding down his cheek.

“Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep the only unto him, so long as you both shall live?” The priest asked you.

“I do” You said, crying.

“At this time, the bride and groom will exchange vows,” the priest said, waiting for you to pull out your vows.

“Pietro, I love you with all my heart. I knew since the day I met you that I would love you, and I have. I miss you when you are gone and I cherish you when you are with me. You are my life, my light, my childish Sokovian boy” He laughs at that “You comfort me when I’m sad, and you celebrate with me when times are good. I know things haven’t and won’t always be the easiest, but I promise I will stick by you and make it through, no matter what. You are the most amazing man I have ever met, and I am overjoyed to be able to spend the rest of my life with my best friend,” you smiled, in tears.

You turned your head to the public to realize that everyone had tears on their eyes. Pietro was crying as he pulled out his own vows.

“(Y/N), I never thought I would find someone like you.  You are beautiful, and although you don’t always believe it, I vow to remind you every day just how stunning you are to me. Since the day I meet you I been the happiest man on earth. You make me the happiest person; you make me a better person. I will always be here for you, no matter what. And above all, I will always love you. ” he said, winking at the end of his speech.

Then, you two exchanged rings. He picked out the most beautiful ring for you: a silver one with a beautiful sapphire.

“Forasmuch as these two have pledged their troth either to other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a ring, I pronounce that they be man and wife together. You may now kiss the bride,” the priest announced.

Pietro rushed up to you, holding your waist as he kissed you passionately, dipping you a little. You held his face and kissed him back as the guests stood up and clapped.

You were finally married to your best friend.

7

Olicity + codenames

This scene just makes me melt.

I love the way Oliver is trying to keep Felicity on tast.

“Find the bomb wifey. Then we can let everyone know that I call you Lust Muffin.”

And his stupid (but perfect) “I’m so in love with Felicity Smoak” smile at the end.

They’re so married, and he hadn’t even put a ring on it yet.

I need more scenes like this

What if he gives Felicity a codename in 4x11 (?) to help make her feel better after she’s shot and possibly paralyzed.

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pete wentz can be so flawless and dress so nice and look so handsome and make me melt because he just so great and happy and strong and well dressed

or he can have a gaping hole in the crotch of his jeans and a huge curly mop of hair on his head and some furry boots and giggle about memes

If and when Felicity gets a code name, because let’s be real, she needs one, especially when she’s going to be CEO. They can’t keep yelling “Felicity” over the comms, its not a very common name, people will figure it out.

I really want to see Goddess in there somewhere. Because she is one.

And Oliver calling her a Goddess would just make me melt.

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