where are mine when i need them

  • Gardienne: I could swear people just KNOW.
  • Gardienne: When I have nothing to do everyone is nearby. Nevra is walking aimlesly at the corridor, Ezarel is busy in the Alchemy Room, Valkyon is moving something to the Forge, Kero is writing a report in the Library...
  • Gardienne: But just you wait.
  • Gardienne: As soon as I need them is like playing "Scoby-dooby-doo Where Are You?"

REQUESTED:  Credence wants to give the reader the love and affection that he never got.

Warnings: Descriptions of scars a little bit, and some mean friends, but that is all

Word Count: 1,396

A/N: this was just vague enough that i got carried away, my bad

It was cute. Everything about Credence was cute. He had spent most of his life being neglected and largely uncared for in general, so when he started dating you, he became hyper-attentive to your needs. When you were cold, he was up and getting you a blanket before you had the chance to get it yourself; when you were sad, he made you tea and sat next to you and held your hand until it passed; when you were tired, he went out of his way to do the chores you had planned to do yourself so that you could stay in bed a few extra hours and rest; when you fell (which was often, because you were a complete clutz), he was helping you up and giving you a pack of ice to make sure it didn’t hurt too badly.

You knew that it was a visceral reaction he had toward how he had been treated in his own life, prior to meeting Newt, Tina, yourself, and the rest of the group. Everyone understood this—that Credence wanted to give you everything he had been deprived of in his life. The rest of them had been somewhat shocked at Credence’s behavior with you at first, since he was all-of-a-sudden very confident and sure of what he was doing with you, but you knew better, after all of the conversations you had had with him at night, when the both of you opened up about everything. He wanted you to know how much he cared for you, so he gave you all of the attention, everything he would have wanted in his life had it been attainable. It simultaneously warmed and broke your heart.

However, your other friends did not understand this side of Credence. They didn’t understand his constant worry that you didn’t feel like you were important to him when clearly you knew that you were; they didn’t understand why he was always asking you if you were okay or if you needed anything; they didn’t understand why Credence had to know if there was something he could do for you at any given time. Mostly they didn’t know Credence.

So when you got sick, it all came to a head. You were lying on the couch, feeling like you were wilting on the couch across from your lit fireplace, and Credence was in the kitchen preparing soup for you and bringing a wet cloth to apply to your feverish forehead. The illness wasn’t too terrible, but you were definitely glad to have Credence there to help you without your having to ask and feeling like a bother; however, you had forgotten to cancel plans you had made with your friends, so they showed up, knocking on your door and ready to take you out. You were about to get up to get it when Credence called “I’ll get it! Don’t even think about getting up!” from the kitchen before scurrying out to open the door, pressing the cloth to your head on his way by.

He came face to face with three of your friends and greeted them politely. Clearly, you could tell from the couch, they were a bit miffed. “We’re here to take Y/N out.”

Credence had filled out since what happened in the subway, gaining weight and looking healthier all around, and his hair had grown out a great deal. You hated watching him shrink under the scrutiny of others, the way he was doing a little bit now. “She’s—Well, she’s sick now, you see. I don’t think she’ll be able to go out. S-She’s been running a fever all day.”

You hated that your friends never even tried to hide their disdain for him, which was why you hadn’t been hanging out with them as much, favoring Credence’s and Co.’s presence in your life. Maybe it was because you hadn’t paid them much attention or maybe they were just worse people than you thought, but either way, one of your friends looked at him and said, “I’m sure she’s just fine. She can come out with us tonight if she wants. And frankly, you don’t need to hover around her as much as you do. It’s controlling and honestly pretty possessive. Let her make up her own mind.”

At that, you got up on shaky legs and aching muscles and wobbled your way over to the door, taking Credence’s flinching frame against you, hoping to high heaven you wouldn’t get him sick. “Listen to me.” Your voice was much weaker than you anticipated, so you had to speak up, causing your voice to crack and Credence to look down at you with so much concern you were almost blinded with it. “He is just taking care of me. I am sick. And frankly, none of you are welcome here anymore. You’re being rude as hell when he’s just taking care of me. Please, get out of here. I won’t be going out with you tonight or any other night.”

You slammed the door with some force, ignoring their cries of outrage, and nearly fell from the exertion, and you felt a little embarrassed that Credence had to all but carry you back to the couch, where he promptly covered you with a blanket and returned the cold cloth to your forehead. “Thank you, Credence,” you mumbled as he made his way back to the kitchen to retrieve your soup silently.

When he returned to your side, he placed the soup within easy reaching distance to you and sat warily on the floor in front of the couch and right by your face. You reached a shaky arm out to him so that you could stroke your fingers gently through his hair. You could tell he wanted to say something to you, but you knew you would have to wait for it. He didn’t keep you waiting long. “Am I—Y/N, am I controlling? Or possessive?” His voice was so small and worried that your heart broke upon hearing it. He had never been unsure with you, and you didn’t want him to start. “Am I—Am I like my mother?” His voice broke into a hoarse whisper, and you noticed the way the scars on his hands were almost glaring in the light where they rested on his lap.

You reached down and took one in your hand, pressing kisses to the raised, puckered lines there. “No, Credence. Your mother…stifled you, hurt you, manipulated you, made you out to be whoever she wanted you to be, and then hurt you some more anyway. You…take care of me, and protect me, and look after me, all so that I can be the person that I am. You take care of me so that I can grow. You are good, Credence, and they were so wrong.” Your voice began to fade by the end of your monologue, fatigued from your sickness, but Credence was hanging on every word.  You could see it.

He rested his hand over your face and kissed your forehead gently as he rose to rest on his knees in front of you. “Thank you, Y/N. I guess I know that. It’s just… My worst fear is to be—to be someone that was forged out of her likeness.” His eyes were lowered to the ground, and you were filled for so much love for him in that moment that you could hardly stand it.

“Credence, you saw your mother. You knew who she was and who she wanted you to be, and you made yourself in contrast with that. You were forged out of your own desires to be different from her. You are your own.”

Credence looked up to you then, a smile on his face. You would never be used to how beautiful he was, even as the silvery pink scars glinted in the fire light, casting shadows on his otherwise pale skin. “I am my own. And I love you.” The confidence in his voiced moved you deeply—he had always been so brave.

“I love you too, Credence.”

“Now I’m going to go draw you a bath, and you should get some rest, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes affectionately as he stepped out of the room to take care of you, as he always did and as he always liked to do.


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Learn her favorite memory with her mother. Learn what she likes to do when she has no deadlines to meet and no obligations to anyone. Learn to love her siblings as your own—they have all the funny stories to share. Learn her routines, and when she needs to break them. Learn to read her emotions without asking her what she’s feeling. Learn if her dad waited on her hand-and-foot when she was younger because she’s his little girl. Learn what music to play and when. Learn all the things she doesn’t tell anyone else.
—  Learn her, love her, and never let her go.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Over the years of sharing a dorm, little habits are formed.

There is of course their bathroom etiquette, belonging to just the four of them, where they never need to shower at the same time and brush their teeth with their own brush each. 

Then they have the who-steals-food-when, to avoid over-burdening the house elves or ending up with a few too many cauldron cakes or a bellyache. They have a studying-for-tests routine, with quiet hours spent together until late at night, when Peter will whisper them all a good night to signal they should go sleep.

And by all means, Remus’ favourite should be the how-we-take-care-of-Moony-after-moon. The other lads pile up into his bed, bringing Honeydukes chocolate and good banter, comfort that Pomfrey’s salves and charms cannot give him.


It’s not.

His favourite routine is when Sirius comes back from Quidditch practice on rainy days. His wet kit is dumped into a corner of the showers, spreading a cloying grass-mud-sweaty smell through the little area.

His shoes are by the bathroom door, muddy from the trod through the grass, to and from the castle.

And his curtains are closed against the England-dreary outside gloom, with little red-gold fuzzy lights flickering inside his enclosed space. 

Remus enters the bubble of privacy, pushing himself through the curtains. James and Peter will be down in the kitchens, both ravenous, but Sirius is shivering under his covers and a couple of heating spells that never manage to warm his icicle toes or fingers.

Sirius doesn’t even open his eyes anymore, just lifts the cover and his arm for Remus to crawl underneath, a long-established ritual now that they are in their seventh year. 

Much newer is the kiss he presses to Sirius’ lips, cool with rain and slack with exhaustion, but welcoming nevertheless. 

Sirius, who claims that no heating spell could ever warm his limbs the way Remus’ body heat can; James and Peter would not suffice either. 

Remus doesn’t mind, burying his nose in the crook of Sirius’ neck, deeply inhaling the freshly-showered-boy-musk, pressing another kiss to the pulse point before pressing their bodies a little closer still. 

Cold toes brush against Remus’ calves where they wrap around his legs, but they are not freezing anymore, and when Sirius finally stops shaking, they both drift off into a pleasant slumber.

it's been a hell of a week, but here's to the weekend

Okay, guys, so I had the worst week in the history of worst weeks, but it’s the weekend now and next week is a brand new start, am I right? 

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you guys that I love you very much, and I hope you have a great weekend! Stop by my ask if you want to talk because I would love to! Here’s you some fic recs in case you’re kinda bored: 


  1. When the Smoke Cleared | A semi-monster hunt goes wrong and Thalia is forced to deal with a concussed Percy. Along the way, she learns a few things. Set between Sea of Monsters and Titan’s Curse. 
  2. I Didn’t Need To Hear That | An accident with Aphrodite goes wrong and Percy and Annabeth can hear each other’s thoughts. Well this makes secretly being in love with your best friend awkward… (This hasn’t been updated in like three years, but it’s soooo good)
  3. The Quest For The Cestus Apple | A story where Annabeth Chase eats a mystical fruit that makes her fall madly in love with the first person she sees. Now Percy Jackson must find a cure to get his best friend back, survive another myth and discover the ambiguities of love and passion.
  4. Your Hand In Mine | Annabeth’s the girl who hardly ever loses a race, and Percy’s the new kid who doesn’t have time for track team. It’s a love story waiting to happen. AU.


  1. Matched | A match made in the Ark is put to test on the ground. (Or, where the Ark matched people up together, and Bellamy and Clarke are like the strongest match ever. Then they get to the ground.)
  2. in the silence between worlds (that’s where I’ll find you) | It’s a goddamn tragedy that both of them could be so incredibly in love with each other and yet neither could notice it.aka everyone knows Bellamy and Clarke are in love except for Bellamy and Clarke.
  3. The Punishment | (Where Bellamy takes the punishment for Finn just because he doesn’t want Clarke to watch Finn get hurt. And then he’s so wrong.)
  4. Inconceivable | "Well,“ Bellamy says dryly, "this whole diplomacy thing sure is going great.” (Or the one where they have to do it bc of grounder tradition.)
  5. Blank Canvases | “You mean to tell me that Clarke Griffin was going to get me drunk so she could take advantage of me?”—Bellamy and Clarke take part in a Grounder custom that involves body paint. Lots and lots of it.
A Week is a Long Time

Lin x Reader

Summary: Your parents are staying with you and Lin for a week and you’ve decided there will be no sex while they are there, that doesn’t sit well with Lin.

Warning, there will be sex, and swearing ahead.

I felt like I should chill with the sad fics because I’m just making everyone sad so, boom i naturally went to sin! 

Thanks to @hamiltonwrotetheother51 for reading this for me because I’ve never written smut before and she’s fantastic at it. Okay, I’ve finished my rant, enjoy.

“Hi guys!” You hugged both of your parents, stepping aside to help them with their bags, your mother with an excessive amount.
“Mom, you’re here for a week, is this really needed?” You laughed when your father rolled his eyes jokingly.
“Hush, I like to be prepared, you know that. Now where’s that handsome son-in-law of mine?” You shook your head but pointed her to where Lin was. You and your dad were left to grab the rest of the bags.
“Couldn’t get her to only bring 3 bags?”
“You know, I tried, and she just never listens to me.”

Keep reading

Does anyone else have the problem where you want to start a book, which was bought months ago, yet you’re terrified you’re not in the right mindset or stage of life to start it? I’m a firm believer that books come into your life when you need them most…but does that work when there’s so many other books on my shelves and my kindle that are waiting the same treatment?

Cinnamon Adventures #1

Pairing: Newton Artemis Fido Scamander x Reader;

Prompt: See here.

Hello, and welcome to the first installment of my Christmas fic series! I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by pottersource

  • Alright, so when it comes to choosing a tree, you decide to take a leaf out of the Germans’ book and go for an artificial one;
    • as Newt put it, there is no need to destroy the already damaged flora;
  • Another note-worthy occurrence in your quest to buy a Christmas tree has to be the cozy way you act around each other;
    • seriously, the two of you, huddled in Hogwarts scarves and constantly holding hands or side-hugging the other? Cuteness overload;
    • you’d also more than likely carry a thermos around, just in case the need for a warm beverage is too big;
  • Just imagine passing the thermos from one to the other;
    • gloved hands touching the other, noses red as you’re trying to decide if you want a medium or a medium-large artificial tree;
    • who even thought of keeping artificial trees outside, bloody hell?
    • you raising on your tippy toes to kiss his very Rudolph nose and him giggling when you do that;
      • he’d also probably close one eye when you do that, and scrunch his nose in that very adorable way;
  • On your way to get the decorations, you’d pass one of the many London Christmas Markets;
    • and there’d obviously be music;
    • and you would probably just hum along for a little while, before the next song comes on and it’s one of your very favourites;
    • and oops, you can’t really hold it in any longer, looking at Newt with an ‘oh, my God’ look;
    • and you just sort of start dancing along and mouthing the lyrics;
    • and yes, you bet it, Newt would just be lovingly peer down at you, an amused smile all over his face;
  • You’d spend ages to decide on the decorations;
    • okay, but what colour scheme are we using, (Y/N)?;
    • but when you do settle on what to buy, it’s guaranteed they’ll look bomb;
  • Oh, and soon you have to actually put up the decorations;
    • now, that is fun;
    • because you try to do it with no magic, but you irrevocably fail;
  • There would be make out sessions randomly added in the process;
    • oh, you just asked me to hang this decoration for you, because it’s too high? Let me put it down for a second and snog you off your feet for the next two minutes;
    • you want some tea? Let me just kiss you real quick before- oops, this just turned into a make out session;
  • Playing Christmas Carols;
    • and singing along really bad;
      • intentionally really bad;
  • You ruffling his hair;
    • him starting a tickle war after that;
  • The dinner, that night, has to be the cliché Christmas one, modified to fit the bellies of just two;
    • there would probably be a smol slow dance after the dinner;
    • slow dance which would, yet again, end with a tender make out session and with sweet nothings whispered into the other’s ear;
      • and then you’d head to bed;
  • You would be the first one to place the gifts under the tree;
    • and you’d also fall asleep before you’d get the chance to witness Newt doing it;
  • In short, your first Christmas would be so, so adorable;

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed that! If you did (and if you didn’t), feel free to request some of your very own Christmas writing here. You can find the prompt list I put together right here.

Tagging: @andreasunny; @actualhufflepuff; @vindi-x; @lauraknniey; @smolbeanchild15@onesimariltorulethemall; @sarcastiel-assbutt; @wisslan; @manateeheart; @majestic-salad; @florence-l; @seninjakitey; @ayeitstessa

+ kudos to @put-in-writing for letting me use the Christmas lights gif, you’re the best?

Ok, judging from the last episode, I think we have all the evidence needed to show how much of a self-aware villain Killian really is. He remembered the fucking WEAPON (a tiny ass knife) that he killed his dad with. 

Hell, I sometimes can’t even remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, but this guy remembers his victims (ex. his rings from 5x08), details such as their name and when/where he killed them. Killian works to rectify his mistakes. He let his half brother punch him, because after his crime of orphaning Liam II, he said “he wasn’t going to hurt him”. He knows he’s done bad things and accepts full responsibility. 

Now, let’s compare that to the other villains on the show. When confronted with Marian in episode 4x01, Regina couldn’t remember her (a woman ordered to be KILLED), because “she was awfully vanilla”.

In episode 2x04, Rumple couldn’t even remember turning a butcher into a pig. Come on, a crime that ridiculous? Not even a sliver of memory of that? 

In my opinion, the most important step to redemption is confronting your past. Understanding and REMEMBERING your sins and knowing that you can atone for them, if you have the patience and remorse for them. 

From the way I see it, Killian’s redemption arc is the best developed from any other character. 


READ IN 2016: Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho

My beloved, I discharge you from any need for revenge. I have murdered enough for the both of us. When you have the spirits’ loyalty, learn, wait and survive. With the seven spirits by you, you will be the greatest magician the world has ever known. Your fame will spread across the nations of the earth; your name will be fragrant in the thirty-one worlds. Wield your power wisely and well-and live!



[ FAVORITE SHIP: Nina x Matthias ]

“We all carry our sins, Nina. I need you to live so I can atone for mine.”

“You can do that without me, you know.”

He buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to.”

“Matthias,” she said, running her fingers through the close crop of his hair. It hurt. The world hurt. Touching him hurt, but she still did it. She might not ever get to again. “I am not sorry.”

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. She winced, but when he tried to pull away, she clutched him tighter.

“Stay,” she panted. Tears leaked from her eyes. “Stay till the end.”

“And after,” he said. “And always.”

My Drug chap start!

               Saeran’s lips were rough and urgent against mine. Holding the back of my head he slanting his mouth over mine, his tongue prodding at my lips. When I parted them his tongue immediately shot between them. Exploring my mouth with a desperate need for something. This kiss is different. Where all the other kisses he had given me were cold an unfeeling, this one felt warm but at the same time it had a feeling of sadness.

               I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and leaned into his lips, kissing him back. I felt his body tense slightly before he wrapped an arm around my back and pressed me against him, a small groan escaping his throat as our bodies pressed together intimately.

               Taking the sound as encouragement I pushed his tongue back into his mouth following it with my own. He groaned again and fisted his hand in my hair and forced me to pull back. “You are not in charge here, _____. You never have been.” He said as he let go of my hair and held me tight against him as he stood up.

               With one sweep of his arm he cleared his desk and set me down, standing between my legs. He was now looking down at me, making it obviously clear that he was the dominant one. I looked up at him. A nagging feeling told me I should hate this man standing before me, but I didn’t hate him. The feeling told me I should fight him. Push him away. I didn’t. Instead, I smiled. Dominance suits him.

               He cocked an eyebrow and his eyes widened slightly when he stared at my lips.  Reaching out he put the finger of his knuckle under my chin tilting my face up further. He started, transfixed on my lips as he ran the pad of his thumb over them.

               Keeping my eyes on him I stuck my tongue out licking his thumb. His gaze locked with mine and his lips pulled back, revealing he teeth as his breath hissed before he let out a low growl. His eyes clouded over with desire and his pupils dilated. He slid a hand to my hip and pulled me towards him as he took a step forward. Closing my eyes I let out rush of air as the growing bulge in his pants pressed against me.

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about an AU where the boys are orphans and a hotel owner finds them. They are just kids when found, not even teens yet. They had been stealing food from the hotel along with other things to survive. The hotel owner takes them in and gives them the things they need in order for the service they give to the hotel (out of sight, of course, with them being turtles) then one night they get caught by a girl when cleaning the room that was going to be hers.

You take my shoes. I take yours.

I will admit. I have a dirty run down pair of shoes, and my mother has a habit of throwing things like that out. Without telling me.

I thought she had thrown away my shoes. I asked her and she said. “Check the garbage first.” Naturally when her and my father left I looked through the garbage can. One disgusting bag later and no shoes. Convinced she threw them out somewhere else. I decided I needed to get some revenge.

She has her shoes on a shoe rack, so I meticulously took out just the left shoe out of every slot and then hid them around our house. When they got home my mother laughed when she saw her missing shoes and then asked me where they were. I told her, “Check the garbage first.”

That was about a month ago. She still hasn’t found all her shoes yet. And turns out she did not throw mine away. She was hiding them in a closet.

Begginers guide for tera mods!

Hey guys! Since this question has been popping a lot here and there and  more and more people keep asking me about it, i’m going to try and explain how mods work\how to install them\how to edit them.

  1. First of all, you DO NOT need any side programs to make mods work. All you need is the game. 
  2. When installing the mod, all you need to do is drop it in your game folder while the game is closed. Now, there’s variations on directories where people usually keep their mods. Mine would be Tera\Client\S1Game\CookedPC\Art_Data\_Packages\CH\_mods. You need to create those _folder’s yourself. I keep ALL my mods there, regardless of if its costumes/faces/or anything else. 
  3. Usually, when dealing with mods more often you will see the .dds and .gpk type of files. GPK files (or packages) are fully done, ready to use mods. Those are the files you drop in your game folder. While DDS files are the ones modders use to create mods. If you open the gpk file you will see that its full of those dds ones. That being said, if you’re trying to install a mod and it’s a .dds file - it wont work. You need to pack it (or ask someone) into the .gpk first.
  4. Notice that some old mods dont work now because of the new classes. Everytime we have new faces/hairdos added you will need to remake the mod with the new files.
  5. What do you need to make your own mods? Three things. UtHelper, that you will use to open the .gpk packages in order to get those .dds files out, edit them and put them back in. Photoshop and a DDS plugin for it, to edit the .dds files. Recolor or remove some things, fully remake it.. you call it. This is where you can go wild. Those are the very basic things needed to start modding. Of course, mods go further than this but these 3 are enough to recolor. 
  6. Finally, how to get started? There’s plenty of guides on the internet on how to start modding, so if you really want it - just put some effort in on finding those.  

Or i might just make a video guide :D I’ve done one in russian, but never thought it would be interesting to someone else rather than lazy russians (jk jk XD).
So if you have any other questions or want me to make the video guide, lemme know! Ill try to do what i can :) But keep in mind that i mostly do faces and costume recolors, so i probably wont be able to help you if it comes to swapping costumes/animation/mounts etc. 

Hope this was helpful!

Not So Lonely Anymore - Shadowhunters (Alec Lightwood)

Pairing: Alec x Female!Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Could you do a Alec x Reader where the reader moves to the NY institute from Idris because her parents died. And when she meets Alec she starts to get feelings for him, but she tries to ignore them because her last relationship ended badly. But she finally admits her feelings to Alec only to find out he liked her too because love is inevitable. Also, you can add any details you need to keep the story good. Thanks!!

Warnings: Mention of death, loss

A/N: I hope you like it, dalring<3 ENJOY! 

Originally posted by dinahslaurelance

*gif not mine*  

You had been feeling lonely again. So you had gone to the only place you felt like you could just let it all out. 

The roof top garden. 

 It wasn’t that the lightwoods and the other shadowhunters at the New York institute weren’t including and caring, not at all. 

They had been nothing but nice to you since you arrived. But losing ones parents leaves a hole in you, a hole which never can be filled completely. Especially when it wasn’t even long ago, and no one had thought they would pass on a seemingly easy mission. 

You had been waiting at home in Idris for them, waiting for their return for a whole week, but they never showed. In the middle of the second week you had gotten the message, they had both died in battle. 

They were never coming back. 

 Since there were no one else to turn to, you had to make the decision on where to go yourself, since you refused to stay in Idris. 

 The choice had fallen on the New York institute, where they had taken care of you and embraced you as a family member from the second you stepped into the institute. 

 Not everything felt like family though, as a certain tall and dark haired shadowhunter had caught your eye from the first time you had met him.

 Alec Lightwood. 

 He had been taking care of you in his own ways, always being there when you needed a hug, or just someone to help you find a book to escape in and slowly but surely he had made his way into your heart, making it flutter every time he smiled or laughed, or just did a certain movement that you found attractive.

 «You’re hiding out here alone?» Came the very familiar voice from behind you, making the small butterflies in your stomach flutter ever so little. 

 «Yeah.» You answered back, your voice barely above a whisper as Alec sat down beside you. 

 «What’s wrong?» He asked, putting his arm over your shoulder. 

 «I don’t know anymore, Alec. I just feel so empty and lonely and there are just such few things that brings me joy now a days.» You admitted, leaning your head against his shoulder. 

 «Like what?» You were silent for a while, not really wanting to answer the question. Because truth to be told; he was the reason for your joy. Every little part of it. 

 «You.» You whispered, and if Alec hadn’t been sitting so close you were sure he wouldn’t have heard you, but since he was, he heard you perfectly fine. 

«Why me?» 

You could only imagine the frown on his face, but since you were still resting your head on his shoulder, you couldn’t see it. With a sigh you lifted your head from his shoulder so you could actually look at the frowning Alec beside you. 

 «Because you make me laugh, you make me smile and you take care of me like no one else does. You’re my joy because I like you, Alec. Like really like you.» You confessed, not knowing at all how Alec would take all of this. 

 Instead of a dumbstruck Alec as you had expected, he was grinning from ear to ear. 

 «By the angel, I never thought I would hear you say that.» He breathed out, embracing you in a tight hug. 

 «I like you too, Y/n. Very much.» He whispered in your ear as he pulled you even closer to his body. 

 And right now, you didn’t feel so lonely anymore, because you new Alec was going to be there for you, no matter what.


@emilia_clarke: Rain?! One is not amused…. now where are ones waterproof dragons when one needs them. #thiswigneedsalilmorecrownsandalillesswaterproofplasticheadgear
#goodthingthiskweenknowshowtoposeintheraineh? 😎🙆👍

Happy 30th Birthday, Emilia Clarke!

real question tho do u think ronan dreams up something special for adam in his new cabeswater. like, whether its a secluded little lake with trees and flowers around it where the two of them can go to be alone, or a little patch of grass that blossoms these beautiful rainbow flowers when adam passes by it, or an area where its always nighttime and he can always see the stars clearly. just something especially for adam in ronan’s new dream forest