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uwhe-arts · a day ago
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lumière perçant le brouillard . . . | uwhe-arts
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romancemedia · 2 days ago
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Disney’s Most Underrated Movies
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cairosyndrome · a day ago
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butterflies---instead · a year ago
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louisegluck · 2 months ago
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Mary Oliver, from “Moments.” [ID in alt text]
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kafkasapartment · 4 months ago
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Young girl breakfasting in a sunlit room. Emilio Grau Sala,1911-1975. Oil on canvas
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serendipity-in-love · 4 months ago
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satanasaeternus · 28 days ago
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Jorge Mascarenhas
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20-20visions · 5 months ago
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Tʜᴇssᴀʟᴏɴɪᴋɪ, Gʀᴇᴇᴄᴇ.
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mxxnlightsblog · 3 months ago
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happiness is everywhere if you know how to look for it. happiness isn't always found in big things sometimes it is found in the smallest of things. a smile, a coffee, or a butterfly. sometimes happiness isn't large or grandiose but it is there i promise. make it your goal to find happiness somewhere everyday, no matter how small.
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romancemedia · a day ago
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Disney Couples Unofficial and Official First Meetings
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moments-0f-life · 11 months ago
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itsjustmeok · 27 days ago
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It's not about the sex...
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Don't get me wrong. He is amazing. Like no other man. But it's not about how good he is doing the delicious dance with you in bed. It's about the after-game moment:
It's about how Walter just wraps you with his whole body, it's almost like both of you are in the same body, wet, hot, and naked on the covers completely messed up. He knows how to use the whole bed to his favor. You are so small next to him and it is not a bad thing because you feel safe, satisfied, happy, and loved. He does not talk much, but his act of just pulling you closer is him saying "I love you".
Or maybe about how August asks you if you're ok, dancing his hand on your back and your buns, feeling your respiration getting calm as he talks to you softly. He is a storm, intense and so firm, but after all that, he just wants to take care of you. "Are you ok?", "Do you need something?", "Do you want to rest?". It's enough for you to feel loved, especially when you are almost falling asleep and he lay down behind you, kissing the top of your head and smiling. You're his good girl.
Or maybe the heat is still around you two when Syverson grabs your ass smiling ear to ear. You can't help but smile too, he is a walking sin. Can't stop touching you even after both falling exhausted on the bed. And it's a good feeling. He can't control himself next to you, he needs you more than anything and he loves to show it. Talking about how amazing you were while on top of him moments ago, praising you by saying how hot your face is when the climax hits. He makes you laugh a bit by asking "when did you learn that?". What a man.
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luftleer · 2 months ago
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Moments.
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bensolosbluesaber · 4 months ago
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Moments - Part 2 (Jake Lockley x f!reader)
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Summary: There’s no rules for how to cuddle with Jake; you’ve never done it before. The first time you and Jake hold each other. Spiritually, this is a sequel to Moments, but you don’t necessarily need to read that. I wrote Moments before the Jake reveal and felt incomplete without him.
Fluff, pinch of angst
Pairings: Jake Lockley x f!reader, tiny tiny tiny hint of Steven Grant and Marc Spector x f!reader
A/N: Not the fic I thought I’d publish today, but I needed to write some fluffy soft Jake. There’s almost no dialogue in this, which is weird for me. Not edited, but I can’t look at my computer any longer:) Can you tell from my fics that I’m obsessed with Oscar Isaac’s nose and hair?
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In all the weeks you had known him, Jake Lockley has touched you exactly two times. The first time was on your first date when you both reached for the check and brushed hands. The second was a few minutes ago when he politely touched your waist and moved you so he was the one walking closest to traffic.
Since finding out about Jake, you had done your best to include the man in your already complicated relationship with Marc and Steven. He liked it, liked taking you on dates, insisting on paying, driving you all around the city, watching you do little tasks. But Jake doesn’t touch you. Three official dates, and just two barely there touches.
You enter your shared flat together, and you turn to face Jake, shifting on your feet awkwardly. Usually at this point, Marc or Steven will front, and you’ll fall asleep with one of them or cuddle together on the couch. It’s not what you want tonight; you love them, of course, but you want time with Jake.
“Well-” he starts.
“You could stay,” you interrupt before you can think better of it.
His eyebrows twitch together, confused. Don’t you want Steven or Marc now? You kick off your shoes, discard your jacket, and change into sweats and one of Steven’s white shirts. Jake politely looks away, but you can see him sneaking the occasional glance at you through his lashes. You don’t mind. If you did, you wouldn’t be changing in front of him.
You flop onto the bed then fix your gaze on Jake. You nod to the empty spot beside you. It takes him a minute, but he changes into his own pajamas and settles next to you, turning off the lights as he lays down. You’re like two stupid teenagers who can’t communicate, but there’s something just a little bit fun to the whole thing.
There’s plenty of space between you. You’re two idiots laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling, with at least a foot of empty sheets separating you. It’s ridiculous. You set your hand in the space between you, palm up, and wait.
His fingers brush your wrist first, hesitating then moving lower across your palm until finally, finally he interlaces your fingers with his. His thumb traces tiny circles against your skin. You can’t help but smile, and though you’re curious to see his expression you resist the temptation to look, not that you’d be able to see him in the dark anyway.
Jake reminds you of Marc. Like Marc, you worry Jake might be scared off by too much affection too fast, might believe himself to be unworthy of your love. Marc has already worked through that with you. Jake hasn’t. Plus he seems to be twice as stubborn. The last thing you want to do is drive him away.
The bed shifts as he turns his head to look at you. Jake has never fallen asleep with someone. Is he supposed to just hold your hand all night? Does he let go when you fall asleep? Should he cuddle you? Marc said you like that.
“Doing great, mate,” Steven says sincerely, trying to calm Jake’s racing thoughts.
He and Marc have been pushing Jake toward you for a while. Marc needs loved, touched, cared for. Steven too. Jake needs all of that more than both of them combined.
Touch-starved. That was the word Steven used to describe Jake once. For so long Jake only fronted when absolutely necessary to the system’s survival, and that didn’t give him much time to experience the soft things in life. Soft moments like falling asleep beside someone he loved were alien to Jake Lockley.
“Think of it like a hug, but laying on your side,” Marc adds.
“Do I look like I’ve hugged a lot of people?” Jake growls silently.
That makes Marc and Steven go silent; they know all too well that Jake has probably never hugged anyone. A moment later, they’re gone and it’s only Jake fronting.
Like a hug, he tells himself.
When Jake lets go of your hand it’s disappointing. You try in vain not to feel upset, after all, it’s more intimate than anything else you two had done. So when his hand touches your cheek, it actually startles you. He must have given control to Marc or Steven... except when you turn to meet his eyes in the dim light you are certain it’s Jake.
Your body follows your head so you are laying on your side and nose to nose on the same pillow as Jake. Without conscious thought you raise your hand to smooth away the worry lines on his face. He blinks at the touch, then leans forward to press his forehead to yours, your noses bumping gently, a few stray curls falling in your eyes.
When you don’t shy away that’s it for Jake. Any hesitation is gone as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. He tangles your legs together, and in return, you toss an arms over his waist, accidentally finding bare skin with your fingers where his shirt has ridden up.
Goosebumps prick his skin. The position is intimate, the both of you pressed up against each other, not sure where one body begins and the other ends. But the real intimacy is in how your eyes lock and a rare smile graces Jake’s handsome face. He doesn’t smile for many people.
You tuck your head under his chin, nuzzling into his chest. His smile is so unexpected, so pretty that happy tears are pricking your eyes. You don’t want Jake to see that.
Only when he thinks you’re really asleep does he press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, running his fingers across your temple and brow with a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed. You relish in his soft touches as you hold him tight and press your bodies as close together as you can.
“Buenas noches, amor,” Jake whispers and kisses your head again. “Duelces sueños. Sweet dreams.”
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kafkasapartment · 4 months ago
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Isabella Rossellini (Bird), 1988. Matthew Rolston.  Pigment Print.
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serendipity-in-love · 7 months ago
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