AHHHHHHH!!! Reaction


*Jumps about excitedly as it downloads and starts playing*

5 seconds and I approve already, yes Matthew get Sam outta the kitchen. That is a no-go zone for Sam who knows what he’d manage to ruin. I also approve of the sweaters. I forgot how much I missed them. I remember now that I miss them…. I should replay the games after this…


And yep…being seduced so bad and all they did was make dinner.

Awwww and it got even better.

Precious Incubi


Two Of Us (Alternate take)

This is truly a beautiful take. The harmony at “you and I have memories” is stunning and heartbreaking. 

Also, listen carefully to the banter on the fadeout. 
John: Where is home, Paul? That’s what I wanna know….
Paul: Wherever you find it*, John.

*Note: Paul’s response is pretty unclear. (He might even be saying we’ll find it, John. It’s very muffled)

It had been a rough day. Another mission they thought would be the one to finally end Sandstorm and Shepard once and for all.  But she escaped.  The mission went south and they lost agents. Jane was shaken up.  She didn’t want to do this anymore. She needed to clear her head, so she went for a run.  Somehow she ran straight to him.  Of course she did.  She needed him.  She needed him to tell her everything would be OK like only he could.  She had tried to look for him after the mission, but he had took off.  Emotionally fed up with another dead end.   When he opened the door, he looked at her with the eyes she longed for.  He was the only one who understood.  The only word she could manage to get out before the tears was “Kurt”.  He whispered “Come here” and pulled her inside.  He stood there holding her for who knows how long.  Neither of them said a word.  She held onto him for dear life and he stroked her hair and rubbed her back.  After what seemed like hours, he slowly started to pull back.  His hand went to her face, and his thumb lightly rubbed her cheek.  She closed her eyes and melted into his hand.  He spoke softly to her and said, “It’s been a long day.  We’re both exhausted.  Why don’t you stay here tonight.”  Her eyes flew open and he could see slight hesitation in them so before she could respond he said, “I’ll sleep on the couch.  I just need to know you’re OK”.  She didn’t answer at first and he let her take her time.  But then both her hands went to his face and she said “OK.  But I don’t want you to sleep on the couch”. Before he could say anything her lips were on his and she kissed him like she wanted to for so long.  After that night she no longer had to be alone.  They knew they were truly in this together and somehow they’d get through it. 

fic by @blindspotlove

anonymous asked:

hello sunshine r u okie? ur a real boy don't listen to the haters 💓 i think ur blog is pretty swell and ur pretty rad and it's gonna be alright okie? you are a real boy. maybe do something that comforts you? watch ur fav tv show/ youtuber, make some tea(or ur preferred drink) and snuggle up under a cozy blanket and just focus on ur fav show or whatever comforts u. cry if you need to, it's okay love, just let it all out and do something that makes you happy and comforts u 💓💓💓

this is so adorable and kind thank you!! i basically broke down last night for two hours because there were so many bad thoughts in my head. i got an excruciating headache and pretty much passed out from the pain. im doing a little better today though!! my girlfriend has been so lovely to me, i don’t deserve her. all my other friends have helped me too which is great. thank you so much, once again, it means a lot. have a great week, ily

you told me you loved me on November 24 at 9:38pm i mashed pumpkin pie to the roof of my mouth and smiled so big my mom thought i was in pain. 2 weeks later it snowed for the first time that year. I started knitting you a scarf, cast on. You asked me to sleep in it for a week so when you slugged to class you could imagine my hair was knotted in your face. Lavender shampoo you never liked, and morning breath. I spilled cough syrup and coffee on the edge but you just said it was more me. 
we kept you warm, tangled up until February 10th when you sent it back. I covered the smell of laundry detergent, with salt water tears, more of me. 
Cast off.
—  anon