tokens of my affection


I’ve never celebrated this day.  I’ve always thought it trite and ridiculous.  I still do.  But it’s clearly important to you, and I think you view it as a way to celebrate what you feel for me in a special way, and so I am returning the favour with this letter, with your breakfast in bed, and with these flowers and this small token of my affection.  That is what you are meant to do, yes?  I apologise if the details are wrong.  I’ve never paid this holiday much mind.  But, you must know that the sentiments are deeply and sincerely meant.

You have changed my life for the better, John.  From the very first moment we met, you were like a warm and glorious Spring sun rising on the bleak, wintery landscape of my life.  Your smile.  The small, but trustful gesture of lending me the use of your phone when I was in need.  The fact that you actually did show up the next day, to look at the flat.  I wasn’t sure you would.  I want you to know how thrilled I was to pull up and see you standing there waiting for me.  

And then there you were, meeting me stride-for-stride from that moment on.  I was so very shocked when you flirted with me that first night at Angelo’s, when you were so quickly digging about for my relationship status.  I know you didn’t view it as flirting, but it read that way to me, and I was stunned that you might even consider such a thing.  Most people were instantly put off by me, but not you.  You were a remarkable exception, and your companionship was something I wanted desperately, from the very beginning.  But, I was so afraid of ruining it all, so I shut you down.  

You don’t know how much and how often I have regretted that, especially as it has become clear to me that you have loved me, in your own way, from the beginning, and that if I had, perhaps, acted more favourably in that moment, we might have arrived at where we are now, in much shorter order, and with much less suffering.  Of course then we would not have Watson, and she is quite the tiny wonder, isn’t she?  So, perhaps things have turned out for the best.

And so now, here we are.  Just the two of us (well—three of us), back beneath the same roof.  And you are staying.  Forever.  

Forever.  It’s such a beautiful word.  I know there are no guarantees in life, but I know your heart, and I know when your heart is set and rooted, and when it is not, and this feels real.  This feels like always to me.  You mustn’t doubt my commitment either, John.  There has never been, and never will be anyone else.

Thank you for making me your family.  Thank you for accepting that you are mine.  I find, lately, that I am continually warmed by how right, and how sublime it is to watch one’s best friend become their family.  You are the family I choose, and I will choose you over and over, day after day, for the rest of our lives, in small ways and large, no matter what may come.  You have my word, and you have me—soul, heart, and body.

It is strange to look forward to the days ahead.  I have not felt that in years.  Not since the day I came back to London, and realised that I had grossly miscalculated, and had lost you.  But now—now I wake up every morning, eager to open my eyes, to see you lying next to me, to see how peacefully you sleep under this roof, and in this bed, and eager to see what new joys and adventures the day ahead may hold.

It’s hard to fathom the fact that it is just a little over a month since my birthday.  So much has happened since then, hasn’t it, John?  We are so different.  Still ourselves, of course, but happier, more settled.  I feel safe again.  I feel safe in this, with you, with the life we are building.  And when I say ‘safe’, I don’t mean boring.  You could never be that.  You’re an eternal mystery and adventure, and I am very eager to jump back into a case with you again later in the week.  But, I do feel rooted.  Like finally, for once, I do not have to fear losing you.  It’s nice to feel that.  For a long time I wasn’t sure I ever would.  I wasn’t sure you wanted it, wanted me, and now I know you do, and it is the best feeling in the world.

Well, I have prattled on, haven’t I, and most likely kept you from your breakfast.  So I will kiss you and then let you eat.

I love you .  I love this life we share.  I love our family.

Thank you, John.  Thank you for everything.

Yours always,


Hosted a Valentines meetup today, I had a great time. It was a role play type meetup. We all won Mr. Yan’s initial modelling contest but had to compete in a second round for his affection with a valentine. Winner received a token of affection. There were some really great (inappropriate) valentines. :)

My Coord:
Dress and head bow: Angelic Pretty Jewel Marine
Wig and shoes: Bodyline
Hair accessories: Handmade
Wristcuffs blouse and socks: unknown(gifts)

Concrit is always appreciated

Autistic relationship things

My wife and I (both autistic) constantly give each other leaves or rocks or pieces of grass as tokens of affection. My wife and I both keep these things because throwing them out or returning them to where we found them feels like it’s rude.

The result of these things is that there are bits of grass and rocks and leaves and stuff all over the place in our apartment.

I love it.

❤️ Spock in love ❤️

I love when Spock asks Chekov to scan for Vokaya, a Vulcan mineral, and when questioned about what a Vulcan mineral would be doing on the planet, says Lieutenant Uhura wears a Vokaya amulet I presented to her as a token of my affection and respect. His whole response is so earnest and sweet and matter of fact. Like, “You guys, in case you didn’t already know, Lieutenant Uhura is my bae and she wears a Vokaya amulet I gave to her because I love her. I love her, you guys”.

This is what Spock in love looks like. He loves her and he doesn’t care who knows it.

I’ve been away from Tumblr, and I’ve missed it. Here’s a picture I tok of butterflies and everlasting daisies in the mountains - as a token of my affection.

I’m edging my way back into this lovely online space. Time to get back to sharing images I enjoy - stitching, knitting, crochet, nature, design… Other people’s Tumbls, stuff I like on Etsy and my own images. Y’know, the usual stuff.


By @witchesgrass

In/On the jar: Sugar, Red and Pink flowers from my lover, Himalayan Pink Rock Salt, Citrine, Rose Quartz, White Seaglass, a love scroll, pink and yellow thread, a taglock charm with my lover’s full name.

Outside of the jar:

Aquamarine, Rose Quartz, Green Calcite, a White Candle, gifts and tokens of affection from my lover.

My intent is to allow the strength and power of our deep, compassionate love for one another trump any negativity or evils that might try to maliciously intervene.


—≪🌹≫ “I’m unsure if your traditions hold anything like this, but here… Consider this a token of my affections towards you.”

      She held out a embroidery of a pegasus to the other. She wasn’t in any way trying to confess the fact she actually cared for the other as much as she flirted with her.


tornscales  asked:

The dragon knocks on Pyrrhas door, leaving a small box tied neatly with a dark red ribbon and a small bouquet of white and red carnations, and arbutus flowers atop it. Inside the box is a labradorite pendant with a silver chain and a small note: "To my dearest, I'm still not quite sure how this whole Valentines' thing goes, but I only hope that you accept this small token of my affection and adoration. It took me a little while to carve it out, but I do hope you like it. With Love, -Tal'um"

     she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t waiting for this. if anyone else was home, she’d be embarrassed by the way she rushed towards the door. she even toke a look through the peephole, just barely catching a glimpse him as he left. slowly, pyrrha counted to ten, giving him time to disappear before opening the door.

     she went for the note first, letting out a delighted hum, a smile on her face as she opened the box. how kind it was of him to give her something, to participate in such a random exchange of gifts for her sake, even when she knew such an event was unknown and odd to him.

      pyrrha finished hooking the chain around her neck, the silver cool against her skin. she rereads the note, again and again, as she buries her nose into the flowers, kicking the door shut behind her.

anonymous asked:

So my current crush is a mess tbh. I'm aro/ace, and he is the only person I have EVER felt romantic attraction towards for longer than, say, 2 weeks. Problem being, everyone was thirsty for him, and he turned his back on girls, including me. It's been almost 3 years since I saw him, and I still want a chance to explain my feelings to him, at least logically.

Here’s my honest take on the situation. And I’m being serious. Find the nearest Sweet Factory, invest as much as you possibly can in those really soft but still very characteristically gummy cherry gummy bears, and present those to him as a token of your affections. It’s a surefire way to win my heart and it’s almost guaranteed to work on this bloke you fancy.

Honestly though any sort of confession will work wonders because the worst that could happen is that your affections are rejected and you get nowhere and the best that could happen is it goes somewhere