this is what i wake up to in my inbox

Hurt & bitter starter sentences
  • ❝ You’re too mean, I don’t like you ❞
  • ❝ That’s not what I want at all❞
  • ❝ You don’t love me. Big fucking deal! ❞
  • ❝ You told me again you prefered handsome man but for me you were making exception ❞
  • ❝ When I wake up I’m afraid somebody else might take my place ❞
  • ❝ We just aren’t going to stay like this forever ❞
  • ❝ Fuck you anyway❞
  • ❝ I’ll be good and I’ll love the world like I should❞
  • ❝ I’ll never tell you how I feel ❞
  • ❝ If you leave then I’ll be afraid of everything ❞
  • ❝ It hurts but I won’t fight you ❞
  • ❝ All we do is hide away ❞
  • ❝ I send my best regards from hell ❞
  • ❝ I’ve been upside down… ❞
  • ❝ Is there somewhere you can meet me? ❞
  • ❝ Oh but you got away, didn’t you?❞
  • ❝ This isn’t fun anymore… Never hurt like this before. ❞
  • ❝ This house don’t feel like home. ❞
  • ❝ But if you loved me then why’d you leave me?❞
  • ❝ It almost feels like a joke. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll be good for all of the times that I never could❞
  • ❝ I’ll wait for you baby, that’s all I do baby ❞
  • ❝ One may think we’re alright, but we need pills to sleep at night❞
  • ❝ I hope my smile can distract you so it never has to show and you’ll never know❞
  • ❝ You suck anyways ❞
  • ❝ That was called love…❞
  • ❝ Go ahead and cry me a river ❞
  • ❝ Don’t cry no more for me, don’t spend your time convincing me ❞
  • ❝ We need lies to make it throught the day… We’re not okay.❞
  • ❝ I don’t even think of you that often ❞
  • ❝ If you love me don’t let go ❞
  • ❝ That’s one thing I’d never say to you ❞
  • ❝ Just don’t. ❞
  • ❝ Can’t they see I’m hurting enough? ❞
  • ❝ We don’t feel like outsiders at all ❞
  • ❝ Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay. ❞
  • ❝ You look so cold…❞
  • ❝ We both know it’s not fashionable to love me ❞
The Easy Way (Part 13) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Epilogue

summary: flashbacks & a big ol’ surprise ;-)

a/n: the quotes in italics are negan’s lines from parts 1 & 2, just in case anyone was confused 

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)


“Well god damn, I don’t know which one of you is more adorable.”

“(Y/N). (Y/N), you have to get up.” Carl shook your shoulder, waking you up. You rubbed your eyes, clearing your vision of Carl’s wide, terrified eyes. His mouth hung open, and his eyebrows were furrowed. 

“Get up, precious. Join us on the patio.”

“What?” What’s wrong?” You got up out of habit and began lacing your sneakers. “Is everyone alright?”

“So, this your girl?”

“Someone’s here. I saw a few people come over the fence. I don’t know who they were, but I don’t recognize them. I think they might be Saviors.” Carl left his bedroom, and you followed him down the stairs. 

“That sucks.”

“We gotta wake up your dad and Michonne,” you persuaded. “They’ll know what to do.” You couldn’t even process what Carl had told you. You only had gotten a few hours of sleep before Carl woke you up. One would think you’d be used to it by now, but that wasn’t the case. 

“I remember you.” 

“Pack some food in our backpacks, just in case.” Carl ran back up the stairs as you filled up two bags full of nonperishables. You heard him get Rick and Michonne up, and not much later, they were all downstairs with you. 

“You’re that little badass who didn’t even flinch when red head took his beating! How could I forget such a pretty face?”

“Oh, hell. (Y/N), I know you want to help, but I need you to stay here with Judith. I can’t leave her here, especially since we don’t know what these people are here for. This is how you can help,” Rick pleaded. You nodded your head, knowing you were physically in no shape to fight. You weren’t stupid; You knew it would come to that. 

“I can see why you like the future serial killer so much. He’s a neat guy.”

You had to keep Judith safe, but you wanted to make sure Carl was okay, too. You hated being weak. You just wanted to be okay again so you could protect Alexandria, so you could protect your family. 

“Your daughter, she’s precious, just like you.”

Judith tossed and turned in her crib, which she was starting to outgrow. She was truly precious, and you hated to see her upset. You reached into her crib and picked her up, swaying back and forth as she rested her head on your shoulder. 

“Oh, goodie! That means you’re nice and unworn down there.”

A gun shot echoed through the town. Carl’s suspicions had been confirmed: The Saviors had intruded Alexandria. You couldn’t tell who opened fire, and you fought yourself, resisting all urges to kiss Judith goodnight and fight for your loved ones. You knew they could handle anything, though, and you trying to fight for them wouldn’t end up well. 

“Jesus, people here really have no sense of humor.”

Your mind was racing as you heard more and more guns fire. Judith’s cries only got louder, so you opened her closet and sat down to calm her down. 

“I was just joking, hun. Don’t get your pretty little panties in a twist.”

“You are my sunshine,” you sang, “my only sunshine.” Her cries turned into silent sniffles. “You make me happy when skies are gray.”

“Listen, baby.”

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,” a voice sang with you from outside Judith’s bedroom door. 

You instantly stopped singing. You knew that voice. You almost screamed when you saw the black boots of Negan standing in front of Judith’s closet. 

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” he sang. He crouched down so he could look you in the eye. 

“Did ya’ miss me?”

Originally posted by marythenurse

The Spider-Man: Homecoming trailer has been out for less than 12 hours and I get on Tumblr to see endless posts of people complaining about Tony Stark, a post comparing Tony Stark fans to Donald Trump supporters, and anonymous hate mail in my inbox because I’m excited about Tony being in Spider-Man.

Like honestly let us like what we like guys, I’m so tired of this fandom. It’s okay if you don’t like Tony Stark, you don’t have to, but please stop trying to bring down and hate on the people who do. It’s like some people think we’re genuinely fundamentally bad people for liking a specific fictional character, and I don’t get it.

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU ─

where was their first date ?:
what my muse would do to cheer your’s up:
who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?:
who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?:
how my muse would wake your’s up:
who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?:
who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?:
who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?:
who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?:
who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?:
who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?:
who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?:
who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?
what is their shared, favourite kink ?:
describe their typical kiss:
how my muse shows their love for your’s:
their favourite ways to give affection:
who is more dominate ?:
who sings in the shower ?:
who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?:
who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?:
who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?
who has the weirder taste in music ?:
who would initiate dancing in the rain ?:
who would be the one to suggest marriage ?:
what would they name their children ?:
who would their children take after more ?:

What does it matter

If I ship Pharmercy/Mercymaker/Raptoramaker/SpeedyRecovery?

What does it matter

If some of you guys ship Gency? 

Canon or not, what I ship are the things that make ME happy and MY own happiness matters TO ME.

What’s wrong here are people who go around imposing their own ships on others, saying that X is better than Y; it’s almost as bad as shoving religion down ones throat.

That’s nasty and leaves a bad aftertaste.

So what if the whole Gency thing turns out to be true?
Yay.
Good for you guys then. I’m happy for you but I don’t give a fuck.

Just be an adult about it please and stop going around antagonizing people just because they don’t share the same opinion as you; or you repeatedly insisting that oh, Gency is Canon now therefore all your own ships are invalid.
 

Go away please, unfollow me, block me whatever! Just leave me alone with my 51654324687 ships and friends who share the same interest as me!

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Lethargy and Good "Good Mornings" - Cawaiiey - Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Long-distance relationships meant sparse meetings, and lethargy when one switched time-zones. Hanzo doesn’t mind that his cowboy is tired, though he lets him know just how much a wake-up “surprise” would be and is, well, surprised at what he wakes up to. 

HELLO IM BAAACK HERE’S a somnophilia prompt I got in my inbox that got me shook here *throws the porn and RUNS*

Paramore Lyrics Sentence Meme
  • “Aren’t you tired of always being mad at the world?”
  • “Don’t you know that we’re all alone now?”
  • “Give me attention, I need it now.”
  • “I had it all but not what I wanted.”
  • “I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up. Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream.”
  • “I put my faith in you, so much faith, and then you just threw it away.”
  • “I’ve got a tight grip on reality, but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here.”
  • “If you thought I’d leave, then you were wrong.”
  • “It’s not a walk in the park to love each other but when our fingers interlock, can’t deny you’re worth it.”
  • “It’s not your fault and if it was I wouldn’t care.”
  • “Keep your feet on the ground when your head’s in the clouds.”
  • “Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts.”
  • “No one is as lucky as us.”
  • “Open your eyes like I opened mine. It’s only the real world, a life you will never know.”
  • “Second chances they don’t ever matter, people never change.”
  • “Some of us have to grow up sometimes and so if I have to I’m gonna leave you behind.”
  • “Up until now I have sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness.”
  • “Well, you can ignore it but only for so long.”
  • “Won’t you just admit you don’t care?”
  • “You do your best to show me love, but you don’t know what love is.”
We Have A Hostage - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Request: set in season 6 ish back when everyone was actually happy. Like, what if it was Christmas and it started snowing at Alexandria and everyone is shook because they’ve never seen snow before and reader is excited and dating Carl and muy fluff.

a/n: since this takes place in season 6 i haD TO INCLUDE GLENN EXCUSE MY TEARS (also i’ve never seen snow so sorry if my depiction is completely unrealistic lmao i tried)

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

word count: 685

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland 


“(Y/N)… (Y/N), wake up!” Carl whispered, shaking your shoulders. You kept your eyes shut, wishing to savor whatever rest you could get. “(Y/N), it’s snowing.”

You slowly opened your eyes, a hopeful smile growing on you. You rolled over and glanced out the window. A sheet of snow decorated the windowsill, and the roofs of your neighbors’ houses wore coats of white. 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “I’ve never seen snow.”

Carl’s jaw dropped. “Never?”

You shook your head, standing up and looking for your warmest clothes to put on. 

“You never went on a trip to go skiing? Or visited the mountains in the winter?” Carl pleaded, searching your mind for an answer. 

“Nope,” you assured him. “This is my first time ever seeing snow.”

His face lit up, and he grabbed your hands. “I have so many things we have to do.”

As you stepped outside, Carl’s nose turned a light shade of pink. He smiled at you. 

“Your cheeks are red,” he teased, gently squeezing your cheeks. You shrugged away from him, grabbing his hand and heading out into the street. 

Your boots sunk into the snow with each step you took, and the wind blew harshly on your face. You dropped to your knees, feeling the snow with your gloved hands. Carl dropped beside you and began packing snow into a ball. 

“Come on, make a snowball and we’ll chuck them at Glenn,” he whispered. 

You smiled at him and followed his lead, packing the snow into a ball. You crept up behind Glenn, who was sitting on his balcony with Maggie. 

“On three,” Carl whispered. “One, two-”

“You little shits,” Daryl chuckled from behind you. Maggie heard him and looked in your direction. When she saw you crouched, holding snowballs, she smiled and continued talking to Glenn. 

“Wait for me,” Daryl whispered with a smile. He made a snowball for himself and nodded to Carl. He began to count again. 

“One, two, three!”

All three of you threw your snowballs at the back of Glenn’s head. Maggie began to laugh uncontrollably, doubling over in her chair and covering her face with her hands. 

“What the hell!” Glenn hollered, turning around. Carl and Daryl ducked just before Glenn could see them, meaning he only was able to see you. 

“Oh, (Y/N), you’re in so much trouble,” Glenn said brightly, standing up from his chair and running in your direction. You took off sprinting, and you heard Glenn yell again. 

“God damn it!”

You faced him and saw Carl and Daryl running in your direction. Glenn had been hit two more times by the two of them, and now all three of you were being chased by Glenn as Maggie watched.

“Take (Y/N)! She’s the slowest runner!” Daryl yelled. Although you had gotten a head start, both Daryl and Carl had passed you, and Glenn had almost caught up to you. 

When he finally did, he reached out and picked you up from your waist, spinning you in circles. You laughed as his fingers tickled your sides and playfully hit his arms. 

“Let me go!” you yelled through your laughter. 

“Never!” Glenn screamed, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you back to his porch. 

You continually flailed your limbs, trying to get free. Glenn finally let you go when two snowballs hit him in the back. You took your chance to run, but Maggie grabbed your arms. 

“We have a hostage!” Maggie yelled jokingly. “We’ll give her back if you stop throwing damn snowballs at Glenn!”

“Alright, alright. We promise,” Carl giggled. Maggie let you go, and you ran back to Carl and Daryl. As Carl wrapped an arm around your waist, Maggie yelped.

Daryl had thrown a snowball at her back. 

“Hey, you said I can’t throw snowballs at Glenn,” Daryl remarked matter-of-factly. “”Oughta be more specific next time!”

Originally posted by roleplayenthusiast101

anonymous asked:

Okay so I just came across Evergreen this morning and I just couldn't. stop. reading. It's a freaking masterpiece. The yearning when they are apart and even, at moments, when they are together, and the way they love each other so wholly, and the way they just understand one another when something is wrong but they can't seem to find the words to say it... My heart was BLEEDING for them. This is something I would have paid to read. You mastered the forbidden love story. I'm seriously in awe.

I am so overwhelmed by this message. In the best possible way. I’ve been feeling really, really low about my writing lately and this just makes me want to cry. And also because it’s a story close to my heart and so I am so, so honoured that you liked it. Seriously. I just. You wonderful human being I cannot hug you through the internet screen enough.

anonymous asked:

Okay but tell me what do you think of arranged marriage Marco/Ace?

Oh, oh man. Anon, anon why would you say this to me?

It really depends on the setting? I mean there’s so many possible settings for this? Like you could probably pull it off in a canon au. You could do this almost anywhere and I can’t believe you came into my inbox to do this to me?

But imagine a canon au? Like where Roger and Rouge lived and it starts off with baby Ace and a younger Marco playing together and it’s said as a joke? 

“Gurara, our sons get along well, Roger,” Whitebeard says as Ace tries to take a bite out Marco’s finger, it’s not like it’s dangerous, he doesn’t have teeth yet anyway.

“If they get along so well then why don’t they get married!” Jozu snipes from where he has been banished from playing with Ace because he’s still in trouble for getting Marco involved in a battle. Still trying to convince Vista to let him go and failing.

“Don’t you dare,” Rouge states glancing up from keeping an eye on Ace and Marco. “I see that look, Roger.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Roger says still thinking. “I’m not doing anything.” Rouge raises an eyebrow and Roger’s shoulders slump a little. “But Rouge.”

“You are not arranging a marriage for our son,” Rouge insists. “He’s not even a year old. What if he doesn’t like Marco when he’s older? What if he doesn’t like anyone?”

“But Rouge!”

“Roger. And don’t think I’m not looking at you either, Edward.”

She fails to stop them, but only because she does have to sleep and they claim that Rayleigh was going to be in the next meeting they had. (Rayleigh was passed out in his cabin.)

I’m sorry, this is probably not what you expected, I’m so sorry it got away from me.

askslikesfrom-queerleonardsnart  asked:

FAKE RELATIONSHIP

VERY LIKELY.

I mean, I’m already currently writing a Winn/James one for Supergirl…

But seriously it’s an excellent trope full of the MUTUAL PINING, provided it’s handled well. Sometimes it gets a bit too awkward, but it’s usually excellent.

I tend to like it best when it’s a pairing that already has a lot of trust established, and the fake-dating part serves as a wake-up call to ‘okay wait why ARENT we dating?’ 


If I was gonna write one for another pairing, hmm… Let’s see. What pairing?


Hmm.


OH MY GOSH KIRK/SPOCK MAYBE? That would be fun. 


put a fanfic trope in my inbox

and I will tell you:

  • how likely I am to write it
  • what character(s) or pairing I’d most likely write it for
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for those in my inbox talmbout what’s the secret , how do i do it , it’ll never happen for you, you’ve tried everything, cant be done without being on T, etc.

this is what i look like every time i come home from the gym .. that’s every. single. day. during the week i wake up at 6am to hit the gym before work, before i teach, before class, && on the weekend it’s the first thing i do when i wake up.

if I’m not sweating this hard , i know I’m bullshittin. the more you sweat , the more water you’re losing , the more toxins you’re letting out , the more weight you will lose.

it’s hard asf. ion wanna go sometimes , i lay in my bed for hours avoiding it, especially if my anxiety is sky high that day. but i do the work of checking out healthy instagrams , following personal trainers , following ppl who are doing similar workouts . && looking at old pictures of myself to remind me that THIS IS WHAT I WANT. i still feel that sting in my stomach every time i see a full body pic of me that doesn’t look like how i imagine myself to be… it’s hard && it’s painful but trust .. when you’re ready to do the work you will.

but it takes goin ghost && really committing to yourself cus you know you’re worth the effort.

anonymous asked:

(7/7) What I’m saying is: Kubo deserved to win because it’s better representation and it’s a better portrayal of culture. (Sorry this ask got so long, I meant to make it just six questions, but... I got ahead of myself. Sorry.)

I think “Kubo” should have won as well. And don’t worry about it! I love waking up to stuff in my inbox, and your opinion matters. <333

You know what I really love?

Waking up to Dick pics in my inbox. No really. It makes my morning. It’s the perfect start to my day. Today alone I had four waiting for me.

I’m just saying, if you ever want to send me Dick pics, and I mean at ANY time of day, DO IT. I can’t get enough. Tag me in them too. I’m serious. I don’t care if I’ve seen it before. I want to see all the Dick pics, all the time.

(And by Dick pics I mean pictures of this man.)

anonymous asked:

my day was good, but like today i woke up and found out that one writer accepted my request (she had to choose a few bc she got a lot since she opened her inbox, and now it's closed again) so that was a great thing to wake up to :) what about you? any news? - yell @ jeon

oh that’s great!!!

nothing new, just waiting for jeongguk to upload that cover so i can d*e again

SHAWN MENDES IMAGINE #7: Promise me, Princess.

“Shawn, wake up!” I woke him. Usually, I was pretty gentle in waking him up, or sometimes I didn’t even wake him and let him get up himself. This was different, we were on a trip. Not just any trip, Shawn had booked a week-long trip to Orlando’s Disney World to celebrate us dating for four years. I sat on top of him in bed, straddling him and smiling big down at him. “Wake up! We’re going to Magic Kingdom today!”

“This is exactly the way I wanted to wake up.” He smirked and looked up at me, speaking in his morning voice. “Four years today, babe.” He shot me this smile that throughout all the days with him, I was never able to ignore.

I showered after he did, wrapping myself in a towel and walking out to see Shawn a little more dressed up. He wasn’t all up in a suit, but he was wearing a nice button-up with some nice pants, and there was an outfit on the bed. I racked my brain, finally recognizing it. Last month, Shawn took me shopping and he bought me this dress, it was knee-length. The color was light, like a light blue. It was one of those dresses that proofed up a little. “Should I put this on?” I asked, as he nodded.

I gave him a excited smile and pulled on the dress, as he zipped up the back zipper, spinning me around. “Update, my girlfriend still look gorgeous.” I looked down, nudging his shoulder. “Just one thing.” He reached into the bag, pulling out a simple tiara that those little kids wear at their birthday parties. He probably got it at Walmart or something, still it was so cute. He walked over to me. I scrunched up my nose and looked up and he put the crown in my hair, tucking my hair around it a bit. “You looked beautiful even when you got up this morning, but now you’re a Disney Princess.” He laughed at himself.

I grabbed his hand and my belongings, pulling him out of the hotel room and downstairs to the cars. We got into the car as he mentioned to the driver where we wanted to go. To be honest, I has some suspicion but I didn’t want about to ruin anything. I looked up from my phone, staring at him. He looked away from the window and asked. “What are you looking at?”

“Update, my boyfriend is still the greatest thing to ever happen to me.” I laughed, repeating his earlier statement.

The driver parked up front and left as soon as we were in the park. Everywhere we walked, Shawn held my hand or had his arm around my waist or somehow was holding me. It was not ordinary, he didn’t usually show any PDA. “Shawn, look! It’s Cinderella!” I gave him a begging kind of look and he nodded.

“Smile, Princess! Smile, Cinderella!” He pushed down on his phone, taking the picture. I thanked her, and he kept walking with me further. I was looking around when he suddenly stopped. He bend doe cause kneeling on one knee. “Babe, will you?” I widened my eyes as he laughed. “Wait for me to tie my shoe?”

I pushed him over where he was kneeling and scolded him. “Shawn! That’s not funny!” I pouted, stifling a laugh.

“It was a little.” He laughed, kissing the side of my head, walking ahead. Shawn bought me a hot dog, and we both shared it messily. I was pretty disappointed when I got a little stain on my special dress. It was just a little ketchup, but I was trying to get it off.

“It’s okay, love. Look.” He splattered a tiny bit of mustard on his shirt. “It’s even now.” I gave him a ‘yuck’ look, but smiled at his efforts.

He walked me to Cinderella’s castle and as we were looking at it, I felt his hand let go of my waist. Shawn got down on one knee, and I giggled. “How many times do you have to tie your shoes?”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a little box. He stabilized himself on his leg, opening the box, looking up at me. “Babe, I have looked at you for the last one-thousand four-hundred and sixty days with the same thought in my head: this is the girl I want to spend my life with. I have known for so long now, I bought this ring the night before our third date. It’s what I’m thinking at all times. When I’m excited about the game and you don’t know what’s happening but you cheer along. When you get to the beach and don’t care what anybody thinks, running around like crazy and splashing around in the water. When you’re half asleep and you look like a beautiful mess. Whenever I lay my eyes on you, hear your voice, or even just think of you. You’re the only person I can imagine my future with. I love you more than anything. (Y/F/N), will you do me the honor of marrying me, Princess?” He finished his talk.

There were tears rolling down my cheeks. I’ve never nodded so fast to a question in my entire life. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh my god. Come here.” He somehow put the ring on my finger, as I pulled him in for a kiss. It was the kiss of the century. These last four years had been the best, I couldn’t wait to see what was next. There was cheering and some shutter-sounds from photos.

Shawn lifted his right arm from around my waist, not breaking the kiss, though. He did this air-pump thing with his hand, earning some laughs from the gathered crowd.

That was one chapter of our book closing, and another great one opening, and no one knew what was planned for us. Whatever it was, at that moment, I promised myself that I would make it with Shawn.

starkinhisveins  asked:

“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.” (FOR KING!JON)

a really long, but categorized, ask meme  ||  @starkinhisveins

  • Not accepting

▌❄️ ▌His breath hitched in his throat, heart pounding rapidly against his chest as the Lord Commander surprised him over with such words. It reminds the King in the North that LOVE still existed. ( even if it’s wicked, it’s still purer than ANYTHING else in this godforsaken world ) The White Wolf doesn’t DARE hesitate to cup Jon’s chin in his hand, tilting his head slightly upwards, smoky coloured irises dance across the Lord Commanders features. They could stay like this forever. The White Wolf just staring at the Crow ( This boy was stunning, it left the KING breathless. He’s seen beauty… but never like this. Nothing like this. ) ❝ My sweet, sweet boy. ❞ He cooed lovingly, a grin lazily curving against his own pair of twin flesh.  

❝ Winterfell wouldn’t be home… without you, my sweet boy. You are the reason light shines above us, with your appearance, your heart… your warmth…. there is a reason I NOW believe in fairy-tales such as love. ( they thought such things were only for ladies to swoon over. Yet, here I am… swooning at the thought of being in love. Living a tale. ) … As your king, I ask you to stay by my side. For the rest of our lives. I promise no one will EVER treat you like an outcast ever again.  ❞

THE WHITE WOLF
 hands glide down to intertwined their fingers together. ( admiring the way they perfectly fitted together. made for each other — it felt natural. Like home. ) The King brings the young crows hands up to his lips, his thumb quickly brushing over bruised knuckles, before gently laying a kiss upon ivory flesh. ( one kiss, two kisses— three & more. – he can’t get enough. )  ❝ You are my home, Jon. I need you. ❞

anonymous asked:

whoduffaldi and mollstrade pls :)

whouffaldi -

  • who wakes up first in the morning

the doctor. because he’s a time lord and they either don’t sleep or have some crazy sleeping patterns. he tries to get it to align with clara’s sleeping patterns. but it fails miserably. he spends a lot of time awake, just watching her, quietly.

  • who’s the first to fall asleep at night

the doctor, again. time lord sleeping habits: what are you going to do?

  • what they playfully tease each other over

the doctor teases clara over her stroppiness and her bossiness. clara teases the doctor over his cheap sunglasses and guitar act.

  • what they do when the other’s having a bad day

the doctor will take her to the stars. show her the birth of a galaxy, the death of a supernova, the rain on the moon. clara, less poetically, will take him to a cafe somewhere and give him the ‘human treatment’ - a slice of cake, cup of coffee, a nice chat.

  • how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments

they are both terrible at apologising. they just sort of mumble some half-hearted apology and go back to making fun of each other and going on adventures.

  • which one’s more ticklish

clara is a small little bean and super ticklish but will also fight you if you tickle her.

  • their favourite rainy day activities

ADVENTURES.

  • how they surprise each other

they’re always surprising each other: their bravery, their intelligence, their wit.

  • their most sickening shows of public affection

there’s no sickening public affection with these two. it’s all subtle hand-holding, quick hugs, little ways to say ‘i love you’.

mollstrade -

  • who wakes up first in the morning

molly. she’s a busy woman who has a life to live. lestrade would probably sleep in until one o’clock if he didn’t have to go to work.

  • who’s the first to fall asleep at night

molly. lestrade works late most nights, and sometimes he comes home and she’s already snoring. she’s a loud snorer. luckily, he’s tired, and conks out as soon as his head hits the pillow.

  • what they playfully tease each other over

literally everything. the relationship is about 20% affection, 80% teasing. it’s the easiness of the relationship: something they’ve only ever had with each other.

  • what they do when the other’s having a bad day

they’re both too busy to do a big show-and-dance so it’s all the little things. a quick massage. a cuddle in front of the telly. making the other a cup of tea. lazy kisses.

  • how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments

it’s SUPER apologetic after an argument. it’s almost a competition to see who can apologise the soonest. it’s normally said with a cup of tea.

  • which one’s more ticklish

GREG IS BASICALLY THE MOST TICKLISH.

  • their favourite rainy day activities

sleeping in, over-tired pillow talk about cases, crosswords.

  • how they surprise each other

lestrade surprises molly by cooking. which he does, just not often. molly surprises lestrade by wearing nice dresses wink wink

  • their most sickening shows of public affection

eskimo kisses. 100% fight me.

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