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lilacevans · 3 months

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curtis always being filthy for some reason? sign me up 🫡💕💕 like why does the fear that he'll give me an infection make me squirm 🙂 im not ok ANYWAYS tell us about his tattoos, queen 🫠

he likes to get his hands dirtyyyyyy. & girlie pls, he’s always clean where it counts, he’s not a total animal😵‍💫. & bestie, that man is C O V E R E D. traditional tats of course, has a section dedicated to his gruesome body count. a nice sleeve, skulls, roses, a big ass serpent wrapped around his thigh, maybe he even gets ur pet name tattooed on you at some point; he’s always adding to the collection and ain’t to shabby at tattoo’ing himself😵‍💫🤩🤍

#lila answers #pete’s place #curtis🤎#brandycranby<3 #brandy baby🥃🤎

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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ABOUT ME + WHO I WRITE ABOUT + MASTERLIST 🪩🫶🏻

my name is cassy, my pronouns is she/her, i’m a fan of a bunch of humans including fictional humans :))

WHO I WRITE ABOUT

Elvis Presley (& his characters)

Austin Butler (& his characters)

Top Gun Maverick

Teen Wolf

Top Gun

The Vampire Diaries

Outerbanks

The Outsiders

Harry Styles

Shawn Mendes

Marvel

80s/90s actors (ur choice)

Justin Bieber

One Direction

5 Seconds of Summer

Sam & Colby

Big Time Rush

Saved By The Bell

beverly hills, 90210

my life with the walter boys

🫶🏻 MASTERLIST 🫶🏻

🎃🕷️ Kinktober 2023 ☠️👻

❄️🧤Kinkmas 2023 ☃️🛷

OuterBanks 🌴🐚

The Night We Met - JJ Maybank

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

That Damn Cadillac - Rafe Cameron

POV: ur dating Pope Hayward

dating jj maybank would include…

taking care of him - JJ Maybank

dating John B would include....

Our Little Secret - JJ Maybank

POV: ur dating JJ Maybank

You're The Love Of My Life - Pope Hayward

At The Beach House - Rafe Cameron

DC & MARVEL 🗡️

Love Story - Aquaman

Austin Butler 😍

Trouble - Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

We Met In Tampa - Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

POV: ur dating Austin Butler

fais moi l’amour - Pt. 1

Top Gun/Maverick 🛩️😎🤎

The Pilot I Fell In Love With - Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

Maverick’s Assistant - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

POV: ur dating Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

POV: ur dating Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Champagne & Sunshine - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Shawn Mendes 🎸

Confession

because i liked a boy

Teen Wolf 🐺

POV: ur dating Isacc Lahey

POV: ur dating Stiles Stilinski

The Outsiders 🚬

POV: ur dating Ponyboy Curtis

POV: ur dating Dallas Winston

Elvis Presley 🎸🥰

My Manager's Daughter

Youtubers ▶️♥️

POV: ur dating Colby Brock

Harry Styles 🫶🏻🩷

POV: ur dating Harry Styles

Louis Tomlinson 🖤

POV: ur dating Louis Tomlinson

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watermelon-but-awesome · 3 months

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌🤎

1. For Free? - Caroline Konstnar

2. Cassini - Curtis Schweitzer

3. Sync - Disasterpeace

4. Nothing Man - Sodikken

5. Everyone Else Is Asleep - Pedro Silva

#asks #:3

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clusterpuppy · 8 months

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Orianna and Buck!!!! 🩵🤎

Orianna and her cowboy boyfriend Brutus… well he goes by Buck but Brutus is his government name. They’re silly

Buck is a snake shifter (yes again I know yuantipurebloods exist please) huntsman ranger and hes a mercenary/bounty hunter for hire

Brutus Blackvelvet was the son of the sheriff in a small town called Saltkeep, w parents that loved him and a modest lifestyle in his tiny town. He was in an arranged marriage with a cute little lady named Maple. They weren’t madly in love or anything but they fancied eachother and it was a pleasant arrangement and they cared for eachother. Eventually when demons overtook the country that Buck’s small town was located it, it wasn’t long before they were on lockdown, sheltering stuck in their homes waiting for help to arrive from neighboring countries. The demons brought on a terrible blizzard to his town and one night, his wife Maple saw a dog in the midst of it. Kindhearted and wanting to help the creature, she ventured out into the snow despite risk. The dog was no regular creature, though. It was a hellhound intended to lure out innocents to kill. The hound mauled her, and Buck was too late to help her. He managed to kill the creature, but lost two of his fingers in the process to frostbite and one to the creature’s nasty maw of sharp teeth. Buck carried his wife’s corpse home, in denial of her death, but when he touched her, she turned to ash. This curious phenomenon was because the soul of the hellhound that he had just killed lodged itself into Buck’s mind and body. The creature that had brutally killed his wife had now possessed him. Buck left Saltkeep after ensuring his parents made a safe escape to a nearby refuge island, but he didn’t follow them out of shame and fear of what might happen if he saw them again after the possession and Maple’s death. He travelled to another country, one of the three countries that remained not incorporated by demons yet. There, he used his expertise to become a mercenary bounty hunter, preferring to do non-lethal jobs, but doing unsavory ones regardless because of the hound’s uncontrollable bloodlust. He keeps a glove on his injured hand and stuffs the middle three finger holes to hide his injury’s lasting effects. He also tends to stay away from people unless it pertains to his line of work, for fear of the hound overtaking him and him hurting anyone.

He met Orianna when he was posing as a middle man for a deal between two crime groups, (he was actually sent to murder someone there oops) one group containing Orianna’s madame’s husband, Curtis. She was there as well for “entertainment” for the criminals, commanded by Curtis to accompany him because of her job as an escort/prostitute. Before Buck could even start his hit, a vigilante crime-fighter group busted the meeting. Buck n Orianna got tf out of there together since they weren’t inherently involved in the crime groups themselves, but still got chased down by the guild. Ironically enough, they ended up joining them, and they became crime fighters too, and that’s their party now! Plus Narcyz the catboy cleric lich wannabe. He’s paid to be their cleric later on. Boom. Then that’s really the whole party.

Damn I love infodumping on tumblr when I have 9 followers

Anyways yeah they’re dating and are gonna get married I’ll keep y’all posted on when the wedding is

(this is a redraw from 2020 help)

#dnd character #dnd npc #dnd art #dnd5e #dnd campaign #dnd oc #dnd homebrew #dnd pc #dnd npcs #dnd #dnd shifter #dnd tiefling #dnd ship

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sexysapphicshopowner · 5 months

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Asanté started off as Jalani’s prized pupil in 2006. Now, 2 decades later, they’re happily married and enjoying their honeymoon. Of course, Lani has a surprise to make the moment sweeter.

🤎 Jalani Ball-De Léon: 45, FGSS and Psychology Professor

🤎 Asanté Ball- De Léon: 39, Women's Studies Professor

🤎 CW/TW: mentions of female genital mutilation (briefly), mentions of pregnancy, mentions of forced hysterectomy, angst, fluff, smut, hurt comfort, porn with plot/porn with feelings (there's no actual smut in this one but I'm using the same warnings for both), pet names, lesbians, romance stuff, kissing, cunnilingus, swearing, vaginal fingering, body worship, some spanish, mentions of mental health issues, mentions of hallucinations, no google translate, the kissing of feet (she does not have a foot fetish don't play with me), crying, proofread (will be updating these warnings when I finish part 2)

🤎 A/N: I actually have a fic for this pairing up on ao3, that link can be found here. I've had this fic sitting in my drafts for the longest. Originally it was a two part with Asanté's pov being one chapter and Jalani's being the other because I wanted the more fluffy part to be seen from Asanté's eyes and the angstier, smuttier (it's very soft and meaningful smut tbh) part to be seen from Jalani's so yeah. I think with how long this first part has turned through editing, I'm going to keep them separated. Also tell your mom how you got Rick rolled by an angst fic on tumblr when you finish reading.

🤎 Notes:

Asanté comes from an abusive adoptive family, her mother having illegally gotten a hysterectomy done on her and the mutilation of her genitals (they cut off her clit) just to name a couple of the things that she suffered through just as a child, let alone as she got older

Asanté and Lani met when Asanté was 19 pushing 20 and Jalani was 25 pushing 26, they became friends while Asante was still her student, eventually starting a relationship 6 years after graduation when Asanté came back to her alma mater to teach there

Jalani is originally from Spain with Afro-Spanish parents

Asanté is from New Mexico, she does not know her heritage but grew up speaking Castilian Spanish because coincidentally enough her adoptive mother is a Spanish woman as well

They're honeymooning in Italy

Jalani is pronounced like yuh-lawn-ee

Asanté is pronounced like uh-sahn-tay

Jalani's full name is actually Jalani Alexya Martina Mireia Adelita Teofila Sanchia Basilia Romano Hendrix De Léon

🤎 Word count: 4.3k

🤎 Link to pt. 2

8th August 2026

"If I know what love is, it is because of you. You've awakened something in my soul that was asleep for a long time."

Asanté

She was my forever love. We didn't have to know each other since we were kids, we didn't have to spend the entire 2 decades that we knew each other together, but I never stopped loving her. From the moment we laid eyes, it was set in stone, Jalani Hendrix would be the love of my life.

I started to scroll down on my youtube to find a new video to watch when she called out, "Santé, look at me."

I turned to find her recording me and couldn't help but chuckle at the faces she was making behind the camera. I sat my mug down and slipped my feet back into my slides, getting up to walk towards her.

She put her phone in her pocket and I took her outstretched hand, shaking my head with another soft laugh as she pulled me in, "Good morning, Lani."

She kissed my forehead, "Good morning. You working on something?"

I shook my head as we rocked side to side idly, her arms situated around my waist, mine slung over her shoulders "Nope, just watching youtube videos."

"Cuddles and coffee?"

I hummed as she pressed her lips to mine in soft, repeated kisses, "Only if you're making the coffee."

"Kiss and you've got a deal," she offered. I giggled, mumbling against her lips, "Lani, you're kissing me right now."

"Mm, keywords. I'm kissing you. Kiss me back and I'll make the coffee," she corrected, continuing to kiss me throughout her speaking.

I rolled my eyes playfully as I brought a hand down to cup her cheek, pressing my lips into hers the next time she planted a little peck to mine, kissing her back tenderly. A little happy sigh escaped me as I pulled away, looking up at her through my lashes, "Now do we have a deal?"

She smiled down at me, her thumbs gently tracing along the curve of my waist as she pressed one last kiss to my lips, "Yes, I would believe we do, my love."

Her hands moved up to my arms, pulling them down slowly until she had taken a hold of my hands, kissing across the back of my knuckles before turning around, her arms extended behind her as she linked her fingers with mine.

I gave them a squeeze, calling out as she pulled me along into the kitchen, "Is this not uncomfortable?"

She shook her head, "Nope. It actually feels good on my rotator cuff at the moment."

I laughed, shaking my head, "If you say so."

She let go of my right hand as she made it to the counter, pulling my left arm around her waist, leading to me wrapping both of my arms around her from behind, hands planted against her chest as I rested my head against her back, "How long do you think we can hide out here before our families send a SWAT team to come get us?"

I shrugged as I turned my face to place a kiss between her shoulder blades, her tank top leaving just enough skin uncovered for me to do so, "I don't know. I read somewhere that most honeymoons last about 8 days, but we've been gone for almost a month now. What have you been telling Mamá?"

"That we're on a couple's vacation from work. You know she's gonna kill us for eloping, right," she asked as she held onto my hands, pulling me back outside with her as she grabbed my mug from next to my laptop.

I nodded, shuffling along with her easily as she sniffed my mug to find that I had been drinking tea and not coffee, "Oh for sure. She's been the main person pressuring us to go ahead and have the wedding. She's gonna shit a brick."

"Perhaps we should have a big ceremony for our first anniversary? Just to pacify the family. For us it'll be a vow renewal, to them it'll be our wedding," she suggested as she placed a kettle on the stove while her coffee brewed.

I moved to slip between her and the counter, hands now in the same position but on her back as I rested against her chest, her arms wrapping around me whilst she pressed soft kisses into my hair, simply humming in response, "Mmhh...mhm...sounds good to me..."

She let out a soft laugh, the vibration humming against the side of my face that was pressed against her chest as she brought a hand up to my nape, playing with the hair there, "You okay, baby?"

I wasn't listening but when my brain registered that she was talking to me, I cracked an eye open, looking up at her, "Hm?"

"Still sleepy," she asked, not even minding that I hadn't heard her original question.

"Maybe a little bit. Mostly just comfortable, you're super warm."

"Well, so long as you're alright, that's okay."

I looked up at her, my chin resting against her chest as I poked my bottom lip out, "Kiss?"

She pressed a soft kiss to my lips, smiling, "Mwah, I love you."

I pushed up onto the balls of my feet just slightly, pressing a kiss of my own to her lips, "Mmmmmwah, I love you too."

She made more kissy noises as she kissed my face and neck playfully, "Mmmwa-mmwa-mmwa-mmmwah-mwah! You tryna have kitchen sex?"

I wrinkled my nose, "Ew, no! But we can turn cuddles and coffee into cuddles and cuffing. It is cuffing season, you know."

"Well duh, I know that. I just fully cuffed you a month ago."

I rolled my eyes, "Mhm I'll be upstairs. You're not fucking me." I added, pecking her lips.

She shrugged, lowering her voice as she kissed my lips softly, "I mean, making love is on the table, you said it yourself."

"We'll see. Lots of creamer, yeah?"

"I heard creaming, that implies we're eventually fucking, yes?"

I shook my head as we let go, "Mhm, yeah, stay gay, baby."

"Always!"

I slid open the doors of our bedroom, smiling as I took in the feeling of it. I let myself fall into the bed with a content sigh.

I have married the love of my life...and I'm completely happy with it.

I twirled my hair between my fingers as I swung my feet off the edge, of the bed idly, thinking to myself.

If you had told me when I first met Lani as my professor that two decades later I'd be married to her, I probably wouldn't have believed you for a multitude of reasons.

It was practically no secret back then that I had a crush on her by junior year, my cordial relationship with her as my professor becoming not quite friends, not quite partners. It was...something alright.

Back then I always tried to tell myself that given the 6 year age gap, she likely just saw me as a friend at best, a little sister at worst. But then there was that particular conversation once I got my diploma.

Then the time after I left California to get my teaching degree and start my work down in Texas. Dating was...attempted, but knowing what I knew by that point, I had no choice but to jump on the opportunity when I got offered a job to work at Stanford.

My thoughts were interrupted by her grabbing my ankles, gently tugging me to the end of the bed as she pulled my legs in the air, my toes pointing habitually as she started massaging my right foot, "Whatcha' thinkin' about in here?"

"Nothing much....well, that's a lie. I was thinking about us."

"What about us," she questioned, pressing a kiss to the inside of my ankle as her thumbs ran up the center of my foot, pushing up toward the ball.

"Just how unbelievable it is that we're together. 20-year-old me wouldn't believe that 40-year-old me is here right now."

She gave a soft chuckle as she moved up to massage my toes, the circulation quickly improving, "Well how do you feel now that you are here?"

I let my eyes slip closed as I stretched with a small yawn, "Hmm, content...how about you? Happy I came back to Cali when I did?"

She pressed a kiss to the arch of my foot, "Oh, most definitely. While I was glad we kept in contact, I was much happier when we were in the same state again."

I only gave a little hum in response, earning me another kiss to my foot as she kept massaging it slowly, applying the perfect amount of pressure, "Are you going to sleep on me, cow?"

"No...." I mumbled, yawning again before cracking a small smile, looking at her through half-lidded eyes, "...maybe...."

She chuckled, "More than maybe, baby, I can see it in your eyes. Come on, tea's on the nightstand."

I yawned again, rubbing my eye as I stretched with my other arm, "Mm, you gonna stop massaging my foot so I can sit up and get it?"

"Momentarily," she answered as she let go of it, not before planting a kiss to the ball of it as she pressed her thumbs into the heel of my foot.

I moved to the head of the bed after she set my legs down slowly, situating myself against the pillows before turning to take my mug as she offered it, “Decided against your coffee,” I asked, noting that she went back to massaging my feet, having moved to my left one now, instead of taking up her own mug.

“Do you want a massage, or do you want me to drink coffee with you, baby?”

I thought for a few moments, sipping from my mug. I melted as the warm liquid hit my throat, my eyes slipping closed once more before I answered, “Both.”

She giggled at my reaction to the tea as she picked my foot up to place a kiss to it, “I will drink my coffee once I finish rubbing down your feet. Then I’m giving you a massage.”

“And what kind of massage would that be, my love?”

She ran her hands rather loosely from my foot over my shin as she answered, “I’m talking about a terrace massage table, early morning breeze, full-body massage. Jalani style, of course.”

I couldn’t help but match the small smirk she had on her lips as I took another sip of tea, “Well, when you put it that way....sign me up, baby.”

She let out a little happy sigh as she massaged the ball of my foot, “I love calling you my wife.”

“I’m blessed that you loved me enough to want to do so,” I mumbled softly, knowing she was talking more to herself than me.

“It had nothing to do with how much I loved you. You’re literally the love of my life and everybody knows that, but it was nice being able to put a pretty ring on your finger. Just to be extra sure, you know?”

I rolled my eyes playfully, “You’re not even possessive like that, Lani. You can just say you wanted to have a nice wedding, professor. Besides, you took me off the market years ago, baby.”

She finally set my foot down, moving to grab her coffee as she sat next to me, “Oh hush it. You know what I’m trying to say.”

I leaned onto her shoulder, holding my mug with both of my hands, “Mm, maybe I do...maybe I don’t...You’ll never know...”

“I think I do, but whatever you say, my love. Hurry and finish your tea, I’m gonna go set up on the terrace.”

I reached for her arm before she could pull away, “Kiss first?”

She softened with a smile as she set her mug back down, reaching to take mine, “Of course, baby.”

I was once again pulled by my ankles to lie on my back as she kissed down my ankle, trailing up the inside of my leg slowly. She took her time to kiss all the skin she could get to, eyes trailing up to meet mine as she got to the inner of my thigh, right at the edge of my silk pajama shorts.

Her lips planted against the crotch of them before moving up to my stomach. She lingered there for a while, tracing my hysterectomy scar with soft kisses before she spoke, “You know, I’ve gotta tell you something, Santé."

“What’s that,” I asked, a little breathless from the intensity of her stare combined with the intimacy of her kisses.

“We’ve got one baking.”

A puzzled look crossed my features as I tilted my head, “One what, Lani?”

“A bun,” she answered almost nonchalantly as she planted a deliberate kiss to my scar again.

My brow furrowed before I let out a soft gasp, sitting up, “Say swear. Don't play with me like that, Jalani.”

She gestured behind me with a small smile, “Check under your pillow, my love.”

I eyed her for a few moments, taking in the sincerity in her eyes along with the warmth in her small smile as she gestured softly to the pillow again. I turned around, lifting it to find a small cream-colored envelope tied with a small, emerald green ribbon. I looked between her and the envelope for a few seconds causing her to giggle behind her hand.

“Santé, it's not a bomb, relax. Breathe, okay? Just open it."

With shaking hands, I untied the ribbon, peeling it open carefully. I pulled out a small thank you card, the inside decorated with Jalani’s small, neat, looping handwriting:

20 years ago, you walked into my classroom, an entire 2 hours before your 6 am class started. That was my introduction to the never-ending enigma that is Asanté Janara Anahi Ball. For 20 years, I have watched you grow and evolve into the woman I now know as my wife. I’m sure you noticed that this is a thank you card, and that’s because this is my thanks to you.

Thank you for opening up to me. For putting up with me. For sticking by me even when we didn’t know what we were, let alone what we were doing with each other.

Thank you for allowing me to teach you how to love whilst you simultaneously taught me what real love even felt like.

Thank you for the smiles. For the laughs. For the cuddles. For the kisses. For the spontaneous dance parties. For every pie we burnt together because we were too busy dancing and singing around. For every pile of leaves raked that we then jumped into together.

Thank you for all the quiet moments as well. The looks across the dinner table. Across the room. The slow dances in the living room. The late-night crying sessions. Thank you for it all.

For 9 years now, you’ve been the love I never knew I needed. I’m over the moon to tell you that we’ll finally be adding a new love to our life.

For the last 6 years of us being secretly engaged, our fertility journey hasn’t been any easier. Well...

8 weeks down, about 32 weeks to go.

32 weeks before we bring a creation of our own into this world.

I can’t wait to explore, experience, and learn motherhood with you, and thank you for giving me the option and chance to do so.

Here’s to our first peek at our baby, and to the chance to see it in person some day soon.

I was already holding back tears as I shakily picked the envelope back up, finding a sonogram. There it was, in black and white, sitting in the middle of the picture was the tiniest outline of a little head and a body.

I looked up at her, eyes still glossy as a few stray tears trekked down my cheeks, mumbling more to myself, “This...this is really happening....Y-you’re.....pregnant....”

I mentally smacked myself for sounding so dumb at my big age.

Of course she is, idiot, you’re looking at the baby right there!

She didn’t hold the question against me as she nodded with a soft smile, “Sure am. This last round took. I’ve known since I was about 3 weeks. I got the ultrasound done a couple days ago when I went to get us some small groceries.”

My brain didn’t register her words fully as I just looked at her, wide-eyed, “You’re pregnant...” I repeated, voice full of stupor.

She let out a soft chuckle, nodding again, “You’re absolutely correct. We’re having a baby. How do you feel?”

I shook myself out of my reverie, glancing back down to the sonogram in my hand, stroking my thumb over it, “I....it’s an almost indescribable amalgamation of feelings. More than anxiety, a little less than fear....joy...disbelief....I’m feeling....a lot....”

She took my face gently in her hands, pressing quick, soft kisses down the bridge of my nose, “Hey, hey...that’s okay. I can only imagine. You have no idea how hard it was to keep it from you.”

I let out a small giggle, tears still falling down my cheeks even as she tried to stroke them away with her thumbs, “Well, now you not drinking at our wedding makes a whole lot more sense. I mean...I know we had almost just gotten the insemination done practically, but...still...”

She smiled, even as she kissed the tears from my eyes, still gently caressing my cheeks, “Yep. I already knew by then.”

I relaxed into her touch, smiling back at her, “I can’t believe it’s really been a whole two decades. I mean...I know we’re always talking about it these days because that is a relatively long time but...still.”

“How long does it feel like we’ve known each other?”

I gave a small shrug as I pulled her hands from my face, linking my fingers with hers, “It somehow feels like it’s been both longer, yet like it hasn’t been long enough at the same time if that makes sense....”

“It does, but could you elaborate as to why you feel that way? I know why I do, but it’d be nice to hear it from your point of view.”

I gave a soft shrug, “Like...when we’re together, it’s hard to remember what life was like without you, but at the same time, I do remember because before I met you it was....horrible...and that’s just to put it lightly.

Or the 6 years I spent in Texas before I came back to Cali to work with you. That entire time, even though we were still in contact with each other, even if sparingly at time, I couldn’t help but long to have known you for a much longer time.

It’s like I was anticipating meeting you almost. Maybe not you in specific, but when I was little, you know I found my solace in fairytales and romance, I was waiting for that person to come through and appreciate me for who I truly was. To see me behind the façade.

And now that I have met you? And we’re together? I can’t get enough of it. You’ve managed to make 20 years feel more like two, loving me in every kind of way, and I can’t be more thankful for it.

You waxed poetic thanking me for all the little intricacies of our relationship, but I’m thankful to you for all of that and so much more. Your patience, kindness, and love knows no bounds and it amazes me to no end.

I was just a few months shy of 20 when we met, now here I am, about to be 40 and we’re on a honeymoon with you telling me you’re officially pregnant with our first child.

20 years is a long time. And yet....I still want more. I want to live as much of my life as possible with you in it, Lani. Like....ugh, I feel like I’m just rambling and repeating myself now.”

She smiled warmly, pulling me into her arms as she set the sonogram, note and envelope aside, kissing my temple as she rubbed my back gently, “It’s okay, baby. I understand you fully and I hear you loud and clear, I promise. I actually had to sit there for a good while when I wrote your note because, like you said, it’s hard to remember a time before me and you.

It was so hard for me to remember what life was like without you because there’s nothing like being around you. Your energy and your presence are off the charts, and while some people can’t handle it, I love it.

Just seeing you in the morning during the four years that I taught you, getting to see that million-dollar smile and hear that laugh...all of it was just...it made my day every time. I can’t help but love everything about you because you reciprocate. Any energy I put into us you match it 10 times over.

I’ve never had that with anybody before you. I know that I haven’t been perfect and shit for us hasn’t always been easy, but I meant what I said. I’m so grateful to you for how patient you are with me as I navigated becoming a better person and partner for you. Most people get tired of my shit, but not only did you not get tired of it, you called me on my bullshit and helped me see why those parts of me were toxic and uncalled for.

You’ve stayed with me this long and....I’m really hoping you’ll stay longer.”

I looked up at her, our eyes burning into one another. As we stared into the depths of the other’s soul, our bodies shifted, sitting to face one another as we both brought our hands up to hold the other’s face. We both had tears streaming down our cheeks and while she was busy wiping my tears, I was focused on tracing her features with my fingers gently, memorizing and mapping the lines of her skin.

As her onyx-colored eyes pulled me in like the universe’s largest whirlpool, I sw the things that always brought me back to her. Love, acceptance, compassion....but above all these things: home. They always say that home is where the heart is and my home....my heart was with her.

I used to nerver understand that when Lani would tell me that home is never going to be a physical place all those yeas ago. But, now I do. It’s where all your love and life reside. I can healthily say that my life and love are Lani.

She once told me that she wasn’t sure she had any knowledge left to teach me....and I asked her to teach me how to love. And teach me she did. With her came all 7 of the Greek words for love.

Her soul brought passion, lust, desire, obsession, unconditional love, self-love, intimacy, friendship, infatuation, commitment, family, and empathy. I was blessed with an angel whose voice and body feel like heave. And her name is Jalani Hendrix De Lèon.

She continued wiping my cheeks with her thumbs as she finally spoke, prompting me to still my hands at her face, moving them to curl up into her curls at the nape, “I love you, Asanté."

“I love you, Jalani,” I responded breathlessly, eyes locked onto her unblinkingly.

Her voice was soft, low enough to be carried aay with the morning breeze that blew through the bedroom from the terrace and open windows, “I promise that as long as I have life to live and function in my body, I will never love another soul as much as I love you. No sight, touch, scent, sound, or taste will ever compare to or exceed the experience that is you for me. In this life and the next, I wish to be yours.”

Tears continued to spill out both of our eyes as we drew closer, her hands tilting my head up to hers just the slightest bit. I had so much I wanted to say in response but what felt like not enough time to say it all.

As her breath fanned out against my face, her apple cinnamon scent invading my nostrils and engulfing me to the point where the only thing I saw was her eyes and the only thing I could feel was her hands cradling my face oh so gently.

My brain finally was able to compute a response, our lips brushing together as I spoke each word from how close together our faces had drawn, “Call it selfish, but God....I’m never gonna give you up...I want this to be it for me. Me and you. I want this to be our endgame. We’ve tried that shit with other people and nobody else works for me. Not like you do.

No one on this Earth can elicit the same feeling that comes from being with you. I promise you....I will always be yours...”

I could feel her smile against my lips, her words pressed between us like dried flowers in a book, “Tu amor vale más que un millón de estrellas para mí.”

I had no choice but to smile back, a breathless laugh escaping me, “Estoy feliz de compartir cada instante de mi vida a tu lado.”

Somewhere, deep in the universe, a star was born as our lips connected. The combination of our tears, the emotions left from the conversation we’d just shared.....the accumulation of our feelings and thoughts for one another was explosive.

Somewhere deep within the realm of my being, not only did our souls touch, but the purest parts of my being became one with hers. And right here in our little secluded corner of Italy.....

My life became complete.

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brandycranby · 8 months

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Belated birthday wishes, my dearest darling Brandy!

In lieu of real Lucas Lee fic am sending GIFs. I hope you had a lovely birthday treat and a nice day!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍

thank you thank you my dear fish 🥺✨💕 i do so wish we could plop lucas and curtis in a room and see what happens 😌 thank you for the birthday wishes, i will have another slice of cake in your honor tonight 🫶🏻💕

#brandy answers #undutchable11 <3 #my asks #brandy birfday

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minttey · 1 year

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I guess we gotta celebrate 300 now

Ok, ask game

❤-give me a topic and I'll tell you my brutally honest opinion

🧡- give me a person from a fandom I'm in (mcr, fob, the black phone, the outsiders, and parx ((maybe stranger things))) and I'll write a blurb about them

💛- give me a ship and plot and I'll write a drabble

💚- I'll give you a random fact about me

💙- I'll give you a random fact about one of my hyperfixations

💜- I'll tell you the kind of mutual you are to me

🤎- I'll give you advice on a topic or some support

🖤- I'll show you a pic of one of my pets

🤍- I'll tell you a hc I have about a person, character, or celebrity (yes you can ask about yourself)

Tagging so someone sees this: @pasta-and-isopods @mx-misty-eyed @papa-no-cheese @friend-of-axolotls @cityslicker-disco-witches @zombiefr0g @austinwehaveaproblem @gerardfrogdad2005 @lyn-winston-curtis @sparklenarniawizard @footnotesnake @olive2608 @heavenhelpthewhore @seeebaa @down-the-rat-hole @dogboyfrank @chemical-toe-beans @hearts--n--stars @sta-r-gazing @radiumbatteries @milligramspoison

Oh god I'm sorry if I forgot you I have too many moots

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luckydiorxoxo · 1 year

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I HEAR IT IS MY FAVOURITE NEW YORKER’S BIRTHDAY

Happy birthday from me and your favourite rank daddy, darling! 🫶🏻🎉❤️

IM DOWN BAD FOR CURTIS! Undeniably the best role ever. 🤭 thank you Lily! 😂😂😂🥰🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

#Chris Evans #snow piercer

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sophie-i-guess13 · 2 years

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Darrel Curtis - DO NOT REPOST MY WORK

[ angst 💙 fluff 💛 gen 🤎 romance ❤️]

Broken Wings [💙]

What Are Big Brothers For? [💛]

Requests

37 | not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out [💛❤️]

43 | raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly [❤️💛]

12 | possessive hand holding [💛❤️]

14 | grabbing hand to show them something [💛❤️]

Darry x Tim ❤️💛

Happy!Tarry Headcanons

Darry x Dallas Headcanons❤️💛

Darry x Dallas Hurt/Comfort Headcanons

Darry x Dallas💙❤️

Group Hug💛

Darry x Dallas sick fic💛

Darry x Fem!Reader [Platonic]💛💙

I play my blues for the small town kids [ muddy water - The Deslondes ]💙

#soapie’s stuff #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #darrel curtis #darry curtis

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 months

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hellooo ive come and told you how obsessed i am with your work a few times but i was a little curious about what your “process” is for AUs? like in terms of characterisation and overlapping storylines, and also using the same characters in multiple AUs but making them so distinct from each other?

this sounds like a loaded question so if you don’t really have an answer that’s fine too, i just admire your creativity 🤎

I love this question even though I had such a hard time coming up with an answer.

Most of my AUs have kind of grown organically. For Poison Paradise and NLLYL I started just writing for two characters and then decided to expand on it. A lot of the time I’ll see another character for the first time and think that they’ll fit into the world really well so that’s when I expand things. For Poison Paradise I knew I wanted to write for Lloyd and Nick so I figured it would be a good way for me to write a bunch of bad boys together. With NLLYL I just had the ideas of who I wanted ninja and Ransom’s exes to be and once I wrote Ari for the first time I knew I had to grow something from my original pairing.

As far as characterization I like to pick aspects of the characters’ personalities that I think will fit the AU best. With a lot of the obviously soft or bad boys it’s pretty easy but for example when I want to put Ari or Curtis in a dark AU, I emphasize their stubbornness or dominance or violence to make them work in that particular world, whereas if I’m keeping them softer I emphasize the impulsivity and empathy Ari has or the tortured past and nurturing tendencies Curtis has.

Thank you so much for this question! I love answering asks like this so feel free to send them to me all the time even when I’m not as active 🩵✨🩵

#natalie answers #anon answered #about my writing #asks are always open

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viajandocomgabi · 1 year

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🇻🇳Dia 336 📍 Halong Bay | Uma das baías mais conhecidas do mundo! Você piscou e olha quem foi conhecer mais um patrimônio UNESCO e uma das novas maravilhas do mundo? Eu pergunto e eu respondo: EUZINHA! Haha Aqui vão algumas curiosidades sobre Halong Bay que eu gostei de saber e vou dividir com vocês: 1️⃣ O nome significa “O dragão que desceu” por conta de uma lenda que uma família de dragões salvou o povo da região da invasão chinesa e ficou vivendo lá… 2️⃣ Em 2000 virou Patrimônio da UNESCO e em 2007 foi reconhecida como uma das novas 7 maravilhas naturais do mundo. 3️⃣ São mais de 1600 ilhas e ilhotas espalhadas por 120km de costa. A maior parte não é habitada e em algumas existem cavernas incríveis onde acreditam ter vivido homens das cavernas milhões de anos atrás… 👉🏽 Fiz o passeio de 1 noite/2 dias e achei suficiente. Os valores podem variar de $100 a $350 a noite ( dólares ). Inclusive sempre da pra achar mais barato e mais caro, mas a média é essa. 👉🏽 INCLUI: refeições + cabine privada + passeios. O transfer pode ser cobrado à parte é custa $20 a $30. 👉🏽 VALE A PENA? Olha, eu curti. Eu trabalhava em navio de cruzeiro e achei massa demais ir em um como passageira :) Ficaria mais uma noite fácil, porém não tem muita coisa pra fazer e a internet, quando tem, é bem ruim. Mas eu achei uma oportunidade bem única de conhecer um lugar que eu ouvi falar durante anos. Então minha resposta é SIM, vale muita a pena passar 1 noite lá. E se você não tem tempo, tem passeios de bate e volta tb, mas demora 2h ora ir e 2h pra voltar, então não sei se dá pra aproveitar tanto… Alguém aí já fez? Conta sua experiência aqui nos comentários :) 🙆🏻‍♀️ E me conta se você já foi lá ou se tá na lista it um dia? Tava na minha bucket list desde 2017 e finalmente consegui ir! Obri @estevampelomundo pela cia e pela trip 🤎 (at Halong Bay, Vietnam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqIY7v-u3HY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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lilacevans · 4 months

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𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑖 𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘… 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜?

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 ༊*·˚ | take a peak here! •°. *࿐

✧* meet the brothers | meet the uncles | check out the playlist *✧

the concept *✧ ༊*·˚

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ -> gif set one - pete finds out

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ -> gif set two - ari meets with his uncle

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ -> gif set three - the boys are arguing, again

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ -> gif set four - anywhere you want | pete brenner

meet the family *✧ ༊*·˚

*updated daily!

the introduction *✧ ༊*·˚

opening night *✧ ༊*·˚

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ -> pete's place: the regulars

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ -> visitor: ransom drysdale

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ -> pete's place: the staff (coming soon!)

pete's place presents: the drabbles. *✧ ༊*·˚

*minors need not interact. this is a 18+ space.

*this is a dark au, with heavy topics & triggers. happy endings do not happen here.

#chris evans #— lila’s secret project🤎#chris evans fic #chris evans imagine #pete brenner fic #pete brenner #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen fic #curtis everett #curtis everett fic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #jake jensen fic #jake jensen #ari levinson #ari levinson fic #pete's place #lila writes

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retalhosluar · 2 years

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tu escreve com amor e eu quero aprender a fazer isso também. curti e segui <3

obrigada meu bem, segui vc tbm 🤎

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sintetizar · 3 years

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Olá, tudo bem? Indico a série: YOU. Tag/Autorias

Oiee, estou bem e você?

Tentei assistir essa série alguns anos atrás quando foi lançada e não curti muito. Maaas muito obrigada pela indicação. 🤎

Reblog de Autorias - Eglogas e Lar de Poetas.

#usem a tag lardepoetas em suas autorias ♡

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hummingzone · 3 years

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Congratulations!: Celebrity Fashion Stylist, Jason Bolden and Adair Curtis Welcome A Baby Boy

Congratulations are in order for celebrity fashion stylist Jason Bolden and interior designer Adair Curtis, who welcomed a “beautiful surprise” on Monday! The power couple happily announced the news that they are the proud parents of a baby boy on Instagram. Below, meet Baby Arrow Fox born via surrogate! Jason captioned a sweet hospital photo holding the sleeping newborn, “ARROW FOX 🤎…