A husband who loves you so much that he wants you to be close to him all the time – his hand resting on your thigh, on your shoulder, on your palm while you're lying together, his fingers brushing yours as you walk side by side, his lips placing a tender kiss on your temple as you wait together for the light to change at the pedestrian crossing.
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[Damian got hurt badly during a battle, Jon visited him at the Manor and fell sleep on a chair next to Damian's bed, his head resting on the bed and Damian's hand on his.]
Dick: "Aw, look how cute they are!"
Jason, sarcastic: "Adorable."
Steph: "A perfect case of puppy love!"
Tim: "Yeah, who would've guessed that?"
Dick: "Hey, do you remember your teenage crush?"
Jason: "Which one?"
Tim: "Ugh, don't make me remember it."
Steph: "Such fun times!"
Dick, grinning proudly: "I ended up marrying mine!"
Jason: "Yeah well, I could have too if I didn’t di–"
*Everyone sighs*
Tim: "Please, just save it." *to Dick* "You think they'll end up getting married?"
Dick: *shrugs with a smile*
Steph: *nods confidently*
Jason, scoffing: "You really think the brat will get married?"
Damian, who was awake the entire time, just resting with his eyes closed: "I certainly will, Todd. And I guarantee your name won't be on the guest list."
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George: I've never had a best friend before.
Ringo: I can be your best friend.
George:
George: I've never had a boyfriend before.
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T H I S. GUuH— G U u U u Y s S
T H I S👏 H A S👏 NOT 👏
L E F T M Y M I N D🗣
I know it's a small detail but I love small details!!! way too much
Man, we don't even know if the— "loOkAtThat ✨️hiiigh D e f i n i t i o n~✨️"
Scene happened the same way! (and I just remembered she was originally gonna be,, "sTrAddLiNg" lil homie.)
But HolyShit if it WAS!! (or something similar) She used the same gun that nearly killed him,,, to shove him BEHIND HER—
The original scene had the "Fix-it, get behind me" line, but the words, with ACTIONS! Actions speak louder than words, BUT BOTH?? Calhoun, yoUR LOVE IS LOUD– nah for real, it hits different. She's (obviously) panicked, and instead of shooting right away, her instinct is to make him get BEHIND HER.
It just hit me.
1. She was behind them And sHE SPRINTED, shoved him like, fuckin- "mOVE BITCH GET THE WAY"
"NAH, NOT THIS TIME."
"Ugh.. cyb–NONOTTHEHANDYMAN" man, yall get it–
"F E L I X‼️"
2. she made sure he wasn't IN THE LINE OF FIRE.
I have NO MORE W O R DS.
Psst @bashfulgnome
"Felix and Tamora are ✨️THE COUPLE✨️"
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It's been three years since I've been married to my husband. My husband proposed to me after a year since we had been together, and not once did I have any doubts – I knew he was the man I wanted to spend my life with.
When I write a story and, for example, think about how to write characters who were in love with each other but were separated, I think about how I feel when my husband is not next to me, how I would survive a forced separation from him.
When I think of a couple talking for the first time I try to remember how we tried to be careful with each other, what I thought about when I looked at him, what feelings accompanied me.
When I write intimate scenes I draw on what I myself feel, realising that sex with the person you love is always more than physical relief – it's a desire for closeness, for comfort, for the feeling of another, beloved body as close as possible.
In life and in writing, it's the details that matter most: when I feel my husband I love kissing his arms, embracing him, feeling his bare chest pressed against my breasts, hearing his heavy breath against my ear, his hands clenched on my exposed skin.
When it's over, he always cuddles his face between my breasts and falls asleep like that, because it is the safest place on earth for him.
When he can't fall asleep he calls out to me and then I come to stroke his head. He didn't believe it at first, but it really works on him and calms him down enough that he sleeps like a baby.
When I have my period, he always asks if he should buy me chocolate or my favourite sandwich, he makes sure I have my pills and that I somehow survive this terrible time.
When I can't fall asleep, my husband sings to me or reads a book aloud while stroking my head. Often when I wake up in the night he is lying so his face is snuggled into my back.
If it weren't for him, none of my stories would have been written. Everything I write about, my intuition for driving the story and the characters, stems from what we have both experienced and are still experiencing.
He repeatedly told me that he hoped he would die before me, because he would not be able to live in a world without me, and according to him I would manage it.
Like every anniversary, I will give him my handwritten letter telling him that I love him even more than I did last year.
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