They are lying on his bed, his hand is tangled in her hair, stroking it, playing with it, and his other hand is interwined with hers, and the music is playing and they haven't spoken in hours, and they will probably fall asleep like this and wake up and not talk to each other except for the heys when she comes over in the evening again.

They rarely talk. It's better like that, they gave up on trying. He never tried anyway, but she did. It doesn't matter, it's better like this, it's easy to make him angry (yelling, bruises left on her arm, making her heart feel like it weights a ton).

The witch gave her power, she had power and control, and now it's gone and she is as pathetic as she was before her. The witch gave her freedom and he took it back with just a kiss.

Nothing changed, just her hair, dyed purple instead of black or blue, the last trace of the witch gone.

It's going to come back, everything, the black hair and blue strands and the melted silver burned into her skin and the black smoke and blue fire around her and that sweet, lovely surrender of everything, her body, her voice, her mind to someone else.

The witch won't be held long. She'll find a way to become whole again and then she's going to find her and take her. Or she will find her and beg to take over.

And then it's showtime again. Wolves and witches and elves and fairies and lovely Eyra and darling Belle, all against the witch, against her again.

Maybe their bond will finally be broken then, for good. He will be free. She is going to kind of be free too. Finally.

Emily Becker

Emily/Evan

Emily Becker, California Girls

Terrence Higgs/Penelope Clearwater

Theon/Jeyne

She kisses him, better said lounges at him, and she feels him freeze, feels him not moving at all, and hundreds of thoughts invade her mind, she ruined it, she sucks, he hates her, she shouldn't have done this, she never should have kissed him, oh my god he hates her, he hates the kiss, she's a bad kisser, he is going to push her away and never speak to her again and oh god- and then he kisses her back, his tongue is touching hers, moving along hers, and she can't think of anything, no intrusive thoughts because he is pulling her hips closer to his own, pulling her body closer to his, and her arms wrap around his body in retaliation, and he is kissing her back with the same furiosity she is kissing him- and the kiss is too much and too little at the same too, it's everything and nothing and something, and he tastes like toothpaste and she moans into the kiss, the neediness, the want in her burning and she wants more and more and more, and her hands are desperate like that, wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

She thinks, if this is how she could spend the rest of her days, just kissing him, just being kissed by him, she would be the happiest.

No fear, no anything, just him and his warmth and the look in his darkened eyes that soften when he looks at her, just him him him, it's all she needs.

Cormac/Penelope moodboard

Cormac/Hannah coffee shop au

He walks into the coffee shop, holding his laptop bag like his life depends on what is on the laptop, and it kind of does, he sighs as he looks at how long the line is, checking his watch for the what has got to be the millionth time today and the line moves and he notices the blonde hair, and his heart skips a beat, or two, or three.

Fuck, she is working today. Her long, blonde hair is like silk, she straightened it today and yeah, it usually is straight, but she used a straightener and she only does that on important days, he remembers, he knows, it’s in a ponytail so her pretty face is framed, his heart skips another beat when her lips twist in a wide, sweet smile and her voice is like honey when she talks to the customer, and he really shouldn’t have come here today.

He can’t keep his eyes away from her, and it’s finally his turn, and he can’t speak when she smiles at him, all honeyed, but he knows it’s party fake, because she must be awkward, must be uncomfortable after that thing, and she asks if he wants his usual and he nods.

Today. Or tomorrow. He is going to ask her on a date again, after this bullshit with his life-changing, miracle laptop passes, and he is going to do it right this time, he swears.

He is a goner already, he knows that, he is very aware of that when her fingers touch his as he gives her the money, and when her lips twist into a smile when he tells her to keep the change and she thanks him, and he gives her a look, the look that got him so many other girls before him, and she smiles back, saying goodbye.

yes I ship elorcan. yes I ship manorian. yes, I think manon and elide are deeply in love. we exist

Incorrect TOG

Lorcan: I'm here to kidnap you.

Elide:

Lorcan: I've hunted you through the woods for weeks.

Elide:

Lorcan: Whatever magic you're carrying, I'll take it from your cold corpse if I have to—

Elide: You're my husband.

Lorcan: I'm your husband.

It seems like no one these days wants a weird girl who can’t drive

I was named Aquamarine after a rare and precious gemstone, whereas… Cecilia translated means “dim-sighted.” But your parents know you better than I do.

Sara Paxton as Aquamarine in AQUAMARINE (2006) dir. Elizabeth Allen

"breskve bez dlake" 😟🙄😕😣😐👇😓

"nektarine" 🙏💪👍🙈🙊👆😘💏💗💕

being bisexual and having taste means being attracted to anyone with a big nose and kind eyes

buffy summers wasn’t created by joss whedon she was real and actually did all that