ugh they are so sweet and cute and beautiful

anonymous asked:

My favourite ‘part’ of Alex is his perfect personality. He's simultaneously cheeky, cute, sensitive, sweet, sexy and passionate.I find his shyness attractive because it’s relatable and highlights his humanity, humility, and evokes mysteriousness. His intelligence reaches beyond the academic. His perceptiveness and empathetic understanding of people is my favourite trait. He can read your heart and cares about your thoughts and dreams. That's why, no matter what he looks like, he has my heart.

This is the purest, most beautiful thing I’ve read about Alex. This is so perfect and lovely. A much better response than what I said for sure. I wish I wrote this. Thank you for sharing. xx

Originally posted by barelylegaly

StormPilot fic recs

I’m slowly compiling a list of my favorite fics so far and I thought I’d put them here so you guys can enjoy.

But I’m a Stormtrooper - cute fluff

The Street Enters the House - ugh, the angst is delicious

Piece of People We Keep Inside Our Hearts (no smut but holy hell gorgeous writing)

‘cause I’m begging for the sun (bee-YOO-ti-ful smut - seriously, the writing)

By Any Other Name - sweet fluff about last names

And my top three, because holy hell the prose is absolutely stunning:

Fortress - previous Poe/Kylo. This one may kill you with its beauty and angst.

we are all stardust - damaged Finn and loving Poe, this one broke me.

got you (like I want you) - sheer, unapologetic smut like WHOA. Literally just PWP and one of the best things I’ve ever read. Multiple times.

I love sleeping next to you, baby. I love waking up in the morning to the dim morning light that spills through my window, casting it’s glow over your rich, beautiful dark skin against my pale white. I love throwing the covers over our heads and blocking out the light while we talk and laugh and kiss. I can’t look at you or think about you without a smile running across my face. It’s funny, we’ve known each other just a short part of our lives, yet I struggle to even remember a time before you. Even if I try to think about a happy childhood memory, you somehow bleed into that memory to enhance it for me. You may not have always known me, but my own memory could be fooled otherwise.
—  When he started dating me his words turned into poetry (12.21.15)