So the cause of my death is Jace embracing Alec and holding him so tenderly with his hand is on the back of Alec’s neck and Alec’s head is on his shoulder and you KNOW their reunion is going to be heartbreaking and beautiful and I am actually trembling and there are tears in my eyes I am so emotional

I know I sound like a huge dork right now, but the fact that the days are dwindling down and we’ve all waited this long is just mind boggling sometimes. Because like some others I was a hesitant fan, being so used to gay love used as a gag joke or just unhappy endings for anything regarding LGBT+ romance. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, especially for such a beautiful show, so I’d join the chorus of  “maybe it might be canon” or “if only” to prevent any heartbreak in the future.

But now. Now we know, and it’s refreshing and rewarding to get as much love back from something you’ve put so much love into.

Sherlock and John don’t need to be afraid anymore. And neither do I.

oddieodelia  asked:

the avengers initiative was the first fic of yours that I read and it was the best malec fic I had ever read. since then I have compared every malec fic to it because it was my fave, but oh. my. god. blst. I've rambled to you before about earlier chapters but ch4 was something else. I don't have the words and I'll be here all day, so just, thank you. that was emotional, beautiful, heartbreaking, romantic, funny and everything in between. fave fic of yours, that was a dream. thank you so much.

Thank you so much. I’m so, so overwhelmed by all the love I don’t even know what to say <3

I didn’t fall in love with you.

I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way.

I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway.

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

—  The Chaos Of Stars

Films in 2012: Five Centimeters Per Second

“It must really be a lonelier journey than anyone could imagine. Cutting through absolute darkness, encountering nothing but the occasional hydrogen atom. Flying blindly into the abyss, believing therein lie the answers to the mysteries of the universe.”

I do not want to be beautiful. I want to be contagious and radiant. I want to leave a mark on not only on the world but on souls. I want to have something to offer; something more than the superficial idea that my beauty is all that I have to give.
—  I have so much more.

“I grew up listening to Madonna. My mom used to put on Papa don’t Preach while she’d vacuum the house, and she used to listen to Papa don’t Preach at full volume and dance around vacuuming the house, and I remember I’d sit- I would have to sit on the couch and she’d have the coffee table- and she’d put the coffee table on the couch, you know, to vacuum, and I thought that was de coolest thing! Sitting on this, like, pile of furniture near the ceiling listening to Papa don’t Preach and my mom dancing…” 

I never liked making
homes out of people,
but some nights with
your arms around me
like walls and your
heart as warm as a
blazing fireplace
I have never felt more
safe so darling,
if this is home -
please tell me
I can stay.
—  Home // Genefe Navilon