#Happy Rose Day Quotes for Wife

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Birthday Boy

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Summary: December 10th, Joe’s 27th birthday spent with you and your twin boys.

Warnings: Fluff, *he's not injured!!*

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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December 10th, 2023

Joe had awoken in bed by himself this morning to his surprise. He had expected you, his wife, to be waking him with smooches all over his face but your side of the bed was empty.

He rolled over to grab his phone off his nightstand when the setup sitting on it made him smile. Every year since you and Joe got together in high school when you guys were 16 and 17, on Joe’s birthday you'd get him white roses. The number of them would be the age he was turning that day. There they were, 27 white roses in a vase.

Realizing there was a card and a gift bag propped up next to it, Joe leaned up in bed and picked up the card first.

Happy Birthday, Joey!

Gosh, how are you 27?! You're getting old babe. JKJK. I just wanted to tell you that I’m so happy to share another birthday with you, this is the 11th one that we've celebrated together and I hope I've made every year better than the last. 26 was such a year for you, and I'm proud to say I was by your side for all of it. Cheers to another year of getting to show you how much I love you. You're my husband, my rock, my happiness, my high school sweetheart, and most importantly my best friend. I love you more than words can explain, Joey Shiesty.

To my nerdy, quirky, antisocial, video game, Kid Cudi-obsessed boy, Happy 27th birthday.

Love, your y/n.

Joe didn't realize tears were streaming down his cheeks till he put the card down and saw a wet spot on the blanket on his lap. He quickly composed himself and grabbed the gift bag.

Pulling the contents out of the bag, he felt his eyes well up again when he realized it was a photo album.

It was white leather and on the front in gold font, it simply read “Us.”

Joe flipped to the first page and it had a song lyric quoted.

“When they wanna see how true love should be, they'll just look at us.”

Flipping the page again, it was a collage of pictures of you and him as high school lovebirds. A picture of him picking you up after a win while you were in your cheer uniform, one of you two sitting next to each other at lunch just smiling from ear to ear, you and him sitting in the back of one of his friend's truck while at a drive-in movie, a pic of you two at senior prom, and finally one of you guys graduating.

Joe flipped the page and wasn't at all surprised to see it was the Ohio State era of his life. Since Joe was a year older than you, you were stuck in Athens still when Joe was a freshman at OSU. Long distance sucked, but you guys made it work, and multiple pictures were showcasing that. You took screenshots of you and Joe's face timing that he had never seen before. There was a lovesick look in his eye that made Joe giggle knowing he's still just as infatuated with you. His favorite picture was the one of him lying on top of you in his dorm bed, you were running your fingers through his mullet as you cuddled him.

The LSU page made Joe’s heart warm, so many pictures of you standing to the side and smiling at him just so proud of everything he had accomplished during his time there. There was one slightly spicy photo that made Joe do a double take. That was the first photo you had ever sent him with the intention of turning him on. While Joe was out doing something with the team after winning the national championship you put nothing on but his letterman jacket and the “Big Dick Joe” that he had.

The next few pages only made Joe smile get bigger.

In order it was him getting drafted, the 2022 AFC Championship win + engagement, the wedding, finding out I was pregnant, the gender reveal, the boy's arrival, and everything in between.

When the last few pages were empty for more memories Joe shut the book and put it off to the side. He again had to compose himself and wipe his eyes after the emotional walk through memory lane, you guys had been through so much together and Joe couldn't a picture his life without you.

Joe was about to text you but as soon as he went to grab his phone you were walking into the bedroom. Truthfully you had been downstairs listening to him secretly through the baby monitor you had put up in the bedroom. You had heard him wrestle around in the sheets before sniffles were heard. After it went quiet for a bit you went upstairs and watched him through the cracked bedroom door as he wiped his eyes.

You walked towards the bed with a stack of pumpkin-flavored pancakes topped with candles singing Happy Birthday as Joe wore a huge grin.

After you were finished singing, Joe blew out the candles and you placed the plate on his lap.

“G’morning, Joey. Happy Birthday, my love. - you

He pulled you into a hug and squeezed you so tight.

“I love you so much, y/n.” - Joe

You rubbed his back and kissed him after you pulled away, his arms still around your waist.

“What did you wish for when you blew out your candles?” - you

“Can't tell you, you know it wouldn't come true if I did.” - Joe

“You're no fun.” - you

“I'm just kidding, baby. I actually didn't make a wish.” - joe

“What why? Did I not give you enough time to? I'm sor-” - you

“No. You gave me plenty of time. I just don't have anything to wish for. I have everything I could ever want or need so there's no need for me to wish for something. I have a beautiful amazing wife, perfect twin boys, a good career…” - Joe

You stared at him dumbfounded, wondering how you were ever able to bag this sweet man.

“You’re gonna make me cry.” - you sniffled

“C’mere.” - Joe opened his arms to you

Immediately in his embrace, Joe held the back of your head and kissed your temple.

“I've already cried twice.” - Joe giggled

“Awe Joey. Okay enough sappy stuff, you eat your birthday breakfast while I go clean the kitchen up.” - you pulled away from him and headed for the door when he stopped you

“Wait don't go! I'll help you clean later, can you stay with me right now?” - Joe

You smiled sweetly at him before waking back over to the bed and getting under the covers with him.

Joe turned on Spongebob and ate his pancakes, a few minutes in you heard little feet in the hallway before knocks on the door could be heard.

“Mommy? Daddy?” - Tyson

“You can come in, Ty!” - Joe

The twins happily opened the door and toddled over to the bed. You lifted them onto the bed and they sat with their backs against the footboard.

Tyson giggled as he jokingly got his hand under the covers and tickled Joe’s foot. Joe played along with it for a little bit, loving the sound of his son’s laugh before he started fighting back.

“Do you boys remember what today is?” - you

“Uhm… no momma.” - Miles

“It's someone's birthday!” - you

Tyson and Miles looked at each other for a second before they gasped at the same time and yelled out the answer in unison.

“Daddy’s!” - The twins yelled

“Mhm! Remember what you guys made yesterday?” - you

The boys nodded and you instructed them to go retrieve what they made from their room.

Joe gave you a skeptical raised eyebrow look, but you just leaned in and kissed him while you still had the chance.

It wasn't long till you could hear those little feet again and Tyson and Miles were running back into the bedroom. They handed Joe a few pieces of paper after he put his empty plate on his nightstand.

Tyson drew a picture of him, his daddy, and his uncles passing football at the practice fields.

Miles drew a picture of him and Joe playing with Hot Wheels tracks.

The drawings had Joe feeling a different form of bliss, his heart warmed to an insane level as he looked at the little details in his boys’ drawings.

“I love them, boys. Thank you.” - Joe croaked

“You welcome!” - Tyson beamed

“Dada? You sad?” - Miles

“No, Daddy’s really happy.” - Joe

“But you cryin'…” - Miles

“He’s crying happy tears buddy, really happy tears.” - Joe

“Oh… okay!” - Miles

“You guys should go play. Mommy and Daddy are gonna clean up before Gramps and Grammy come.” - you

When the boys left the room you turned to Joe who was still crying. You softly kissed his cheek and wiped his tears off of his cheeks.

“You okay, baby?” - you

“Never been better. This is the best feeling.” - Joe

“Good. They worked hard on those. Come follow me downstairs. I have something cool to show you.” - you

“You gonna give me my 27 birthday spankings? Or is that later?” - joe

You laughed as you pulled him out of bed and shoved him into the closet, asking without words for him to put clothes on since he was only in boxers.

He returned in sweatpants and a T-shirt and followed you downstairs.

“Is the cool thing you have to show me a sink full of dishes? Or do I have to unload the dishwasher?” - Joe

“You’re exempt from those chores today since you are the birthday boy. But no, I’m giving you one of your gifts now.” - you

Joe smiled and I told him to close his eyes as we started walking into the kitchen. He did as you said and you took his hands in yours to guide him to where the setup on the counter was. You smiled at the secret camera you had recording and dropped Joe’s hands.

Telling him to open his eyes, Joe looked around rather confused but when he looked down at the counter his eyes went as wide as saucers.

There was a positive Clearblue test next to the same onesie you showed Joe when you found out you were pregnant with the twins.

You watched Joe’s eyes start to water as his chin started quivering, causing your own eyes to get misty as you smiled at him.

“You’re pregnant?” - Joe grinned

“Mhm.” - you smiled as tears dripped down your face

Immediately his arms were around you, lifting you and spinning you around as he cried into your neck.

“We’re having another baby!” - Joe cried

When he put you down, Joe picked up the pregnancy test with shaky hands and fell against the counter with his head buried in his arms. He was so overcome with emotion.

“Are you happy?” - you rubbed his back

Joe stood up abruptly and nodded vigorously.

“I've never been so happy. What if we have a girl, y/n? I could be a girl dad.” - Joe cried again

“Oh baby.” - you pulled him into your arms

Joe hugged you so tight but was now trying not to put pressure on your stomach now that he was aware his baby was in there.

“I love you so much, y/n. You and our family are the best things to have ever happened to me. I can't believe we're having another baby.” - Joe

“I love you and our babies so much. I can't believe it either, I'm so excited.” - you

“How long have you known? Well about the baby?” - Joe

“Not too long, found out a couple of days ago and thought I'd wait till today.” - you

Joe nodded and leaned down to be level with your stomach. It hasn't gotten bigger yet but Joe didn't care, his baby was still in there.

“Hey, baby. It's your daddy. Me and your momma already love you so much. We can't wait to meet you.” - Joe

“I have an ultrasound next week. Think you can go?” - you

“For sure. I'll make it happen.” - Joe

The rest of the day Joe couldn't keep his hands off of you, always making sure you weren't farther than arm's length away from him.

Robin asked what was up later at dinner when you rejected your usual favorite wine that she and Jimmy had brought.

You and Joe were ecstatic to tell his parents about Baby Burrow #3 coming next fall and they were just as happy finding out about their next grandkid.

That night after dinner, dessert (pumpkin pie of course), and putting the boys to sleep, Joe and I were lying in bed talking about everything baby.

“y/n, you know, I've only been 27 for a day but I feel like it's going to be the best year yet.” - Joe

“You think so?” - you

“I know so because I’m gonna spend it with you, our boys, and baby Burrow.” - Joe

You had a strange feeling that Joe was right, but also an overwhelming feeling of love washed over you. How'd you get so lucky with Joe?

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Authors note: happy bday Joey B!

there was a birthday imagine request in my messages so here you go!

hope you enjoyed! 💕

[lissa612]

I am absolutely not concerned about the quotes we’ve gotten regarding hurdles and obstacles Buck and Tommy are going to be encountering in their relationship.

And it’s not because I don’t care if they break up - I absolutely do care even if it’s not a dealbreaker issue for me with the show since I’ll still have fandom. I want to see them go the distance because I think they can. I LOVE how happy Buck has been in his relationship.

But that’s just the thing - Lasting relationships aren’t all sunshine and roses. Buck himself said the same in 5x18 when he was talking to Maddie after they had the patient who forgot his pregnant wife along with 6 whole years of his life. They were talking about a movie about a woman with anterograde amnesia.

Buck: “Still sounds like a nightmare. Starting over everyday, always doing the same thing, making the same mistakes, never having a chance to learn or make a different decision. A hamster on a wheel. It was a comedy.”

Maddie: “I think it’s supposed to be romantic. You know, the idea that the guy would work hard everyday making her fall in love with him over and over.”

Buck: “So everyday is the best day ever? Is that really love? Right - Shouldn’t it be when you’re at your worst, they’re at their worst, you have every reason to give up and you still decide you want to try again?”

Maddie: “I guess it is.”

Buck isn’t looking for the honeymoon life. He expects that real lasting love is going to have times when it’s hard and requires overcoming hurdles and obstacles. He knows it’s about knowing sometimes it would be easier to just cut your losses and walk away, but instead choosing to do the work to preserve and come out stronger together on the other side.

Gotta be honest - Talking about hurdles and obstacles has me excited to see where things go. I’m more optimistic than ever.

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for the rest of our lives | jung jaehyun

not every little girl dreams of being Queen one day.

pairing: prince!jung jaehyun x princess!reader (female)

genre: royalty!au, angst, fluff (but you’ll miss it if you blink).

warnings: heavy depiction of anxiety.

author’s note: for the rest of our lives was one of the fics that marked my beginning as a tumblr writer, so starting this new but familiar journey with it feels just right.

listen to: hush by everglow (you’ll see that i’ve introduced quotes (in pink) from the song in the story).

The red roses are growing. 

Spring has arrived earlier this year. The garden is splashed with pink, peach, and orange flowers that can be observed from the terrace of your room. The air is chilly, but not cruel like that of winter. It’s refreshing, it smells like a new start. Maybe that’s the reason why your mother insisted on celebrating the wedding in April. 

Standing on the terrace, you follow your father’s figure. He’s walking down the pebble path; his crown, made of gold and rubies, shines under the sun. Even from the heights, you catch the smile hidden under his big, black beard. His eyes shine even more than his crown. He’s happy, how couldn’t he? His daughter, his only child, is finally getting married. One step closer to becoming Queen.

Behind him, your mother talks to one of the maids, pointing a graceful finger towards the garden. Two men carry a table, placing it exactly where your mum has asked. She nods, ordering them to go grab the chairs. Jae, your husband-to-be, wanted an outdoor banquet, and it's hard to tell him when he gives you that charming smile. 

Your heart starts to pound faster in your ribcage. Husband-to-be. That’s a serious title. You press your palm against your chest, feeling the silky texture of your nightgown under it. You close your eyes and take a big breath in. Your life doesn’t feel yours anymore, yet, somehow, you’re living it. It’s like a dream you aren’t able to wake up from.

A light knock on your door startles you, but every worry that clouds your mind disappears the moment you hear your favorite voice coming from outside. 

“It’s open, you can come in.” 

Jaehyun is holding a bouquet as if it were his newborn child. It consists of roses, tulips, and baby's breath: a mix of your favorite flowers. You accept it, even if you think you don’t deserve it. You force yourself to look into his eyes, ever so soft. They make you feel better. Jaehyun always makes you feel better. 

“Good morning.” 

“Good morning.” Your tone is playful and so is his smile. “Isn’t it too early for flowers?” 

“Any time is good to give my future wife flowers.” He leans forward to steal a kiss from you. You don’t fight it. “I’m going back home in a few minutes; I’ve got to pick up my grandma for tonight’s dinner.” 

“So, you’re abandoning me.” 

He doesn’t laugh, because you’re not joking. He has a younger brother who could bring Queen Haneul, but Jaehyun is the favorite grandchild, the one who will become King. You understand, in a way, but you wish he had said no for once. He knows how much you hate organizing big events. 

“Don’t be like that.” 

All in all, he knows you can’t stay angry at him, so his smile doesn’t disappear. Even his eyes are smiling, forming half-moons. Forget your father’s crown, Jaehyun’s smile is the shiniest thing you’ve seen today. “I'll be here in no time. You won’t even notice my absence.” 

“I take that as a promise.” 

You tiptoe to kiss him again. It’s not a little peck this time, but a proper kiss. Your lips capture his and you get lost in his arms, which hold your waist. Now, this is a dream you'd like to live in. You wish you could turn it into liquid and pour it into a bottle to take a sip whenever you need to. Here, in Jaehyun’s embrace, you feel safe, you feel happy, you feel free. Or, at least, the illusion of all of it. 

Someone clears their throat, making you break apart with a jump. Jaehyun turns around with a straight back to find your maid. She looks down, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide her rosy cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You turn to Jaehyun. “I’ll see you tonight then.” 

Jaehyun says his goodbyes, pressing his lips to avoid a laugh coming out, and the maid bows to him when he passes by. 

“I’m sorry, princess, really sorry.” She repeats, getting in the room. 

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, Lami. We should’ve closed the door.” 

Lami is still young, a bit inexperienced, and clumsy. But she’s also genuine and funny. It reminds you of when you were a child. 

Lami makes your bed while you have breakfast, then walks to your closet to choose a dress for you. 

“Would you like to wear yellow today, princess?”

You like yellow, so you agree. Leaving the flowers carefully on the couch, you get up and hop into the bathroom to brush your teeth and have a shower. The yellow dress makes you feel fresh, just like the flowers Jaehyun has gifted you. You sit in front of the dresser, noticing that a sleepless night has taken its toll: the bags under your eyes are huge. 

You grab your hairbrush from the drawer. It's a gift from your late grandfather, who bought it during one of his trips. It’s made of gold and your initials are engraved on it. It’s so old that it’s all scratched, and several sows have fallen. 

“Are you excited?” Lami asks, watching you brush your hair. It’s your favorite moment of the day. The sows against your scalp relax you, and God knows you need it today. “I can’t believe the wedding's tomorrow.” 

Something inside you screams, but you remain silent. The moment has finally come. 

You're getting married tomorrow.  

Everything ends tomorrow.

“Should we move this table a bit to the left?” Your mother asks, authority disguised as a friendly request. The servants nod and move the table under your mother’s hawk gaze. “There, perfect. What do you think, sweetheart?” 

“I think it looks perfect, mother. Everything’s perfect.” 

You walk behind the Queen with arms crossed, pretending you care greatly about the position of the tables and the color of the tablecloths when, in fact, you couldn’t care less. You wish Jaehyun was here. Everything’s easier when he's by your side. 

“I can’t believe it.” Your mother claps. “It feels like yesterday when you met Jae for the first time, doesn't it?” 

The fond memory makes you smile. “I never imagined that I'd marry the boy who spilled his lemonade all over my dress, then tried to make the stain go away with water.” 

“Isn’t it crazy?” 

You can’t stand the proud look that your mother gives you. The fact that you'd be Queen one day was never a secret. A big grin appeared on your face anytime your parents brought up the subject, a grin that hid your true emotions. It was your destiny, and you had learned to accept the life that came with it. 

A life trapped inside an iridescent crystal cage, always able to look out but never allowed to leave.

Jaehyun always keeps his promises.

He shows up earlier than you thought, so he’s the one in charge of welcoming the guests as you get ready. 

Jaehyun’s at the bottom of the stairs as you go down. He doesn’t notice you at first, looking away and bouncing his leg. When his eyes finally find you, the face he puts is priceless. The dress you’re wearing tonight is pale pink, a gift from Jae. You love how it fits you, but you love how Jaehyun looks at you when you wear it more: as if you were the most precious thing in his life, if not the only; as if he would fight wars for you. 

“You look beautiful tonight.” He mutters once you're by his side. 

“Just tonight?” 

Two guards stand in front of the door that leads to the garden, where everything’s ready for your grand entrance. 

Jaehyun offers you his arm, and you don’t hesitate to grab it. You’re so nervous that you think your legs will fail and you’ll fall in front of everyone. As if he read your mind, he whispers so that only you can hear him. 

“I’ve got you.” 

You know he does.

Jaehyun nods at the guards and they open the doors, the clapping of the guests deafening. Both of you wave your hands at them as you make your way towards the main table, where Jaehyun moves the chair for you to sit, and then occupies the seat beside you. 

The dinner goes smoothly. Jaehyun kisses your hand at every opportunity, but you don’t complain. It makes your heart flutter, it makes you forget.

Your father stands up before dessert comes, softly hitting a glass to announce he’s about to talk. He tells a joke that makes everyone laugh before giving a speech that makes your mother cry. You blow him a kiss from your seat, mouthing that you love him. He tells you that he loves you, too. You wonder, would he still love you if you ran away?

Jaehyun rises to his feet with a hand extended in your direction, which you accept. He leads you to the center of the garden, standing in front of you. There's a bow with his hand on his chest that makes you giggle, then you're placing your hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder, looking into his eyes. He grabs your waist, and the orchestra starts to play. The pair of you move around swiftly as if your movements were natural and not the result of months of training with the world's best dancer. 

“Tomorrow by this time we'll be married.”

Your jaw clenches, and your heart stops for a second. 

“I know.” You manage to answer. “It doesn't feel real.” 

“I can’t wait,” Jaehyun whispers. “I can’t wait to make you my wife and form a family. I’ll tell our kids magical stories, stories in which fairies will save princesses and monsters will become good things.” 

Only Jaehyun would make you feel like you deserve something as precious as a family with him. Does wanting to run away make you a bad person? Of course, it does. The only thing you love from this life is him, but it’s not like you can choose. It’s all or nothing, it has always been. Tears that you think he mistakes for those of happiness slide down your cheeks, ruining your makeup.

“You’re like the twinkle star I imagined every day since I was five." You press your face against his chest. He allows your tears to wet his shirt. “I love you, Jaehyun. I love you more than I love myself. You believe me, right?” 

“Of course I do. And I love you, too. I'll always love you, even when I'm grey and wrinkly.” He kisses the top of your head, then hides his face away to whisper in your ear. “No matter what you decide. I promise.”

Jaehyun always keeps his promises.

Your aunt tries to console your weeping mother only to fail miserably because she can’t stop laughing at her crying face. They start bickering, and you’re grateful for not being the main focus. 

You’re standing on top of a big, white stool. Fluttering around you, the maids make sure that everything’s seamless, that nothing’s out of place. The wedding dress is the perfect size, yet you feel trapped in it. You inhale, then exhale. Once, twice, three times, but it doesn’t work. The pressure against your chest doesn’t disappear. 

There’s a mirror in front of you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at your reflection. You wouldn’t recognize the person there. 

“Princess?” Lami calls. She seems to be the only one in the room who sees you, who really sees you. “Are you okay?” 

You nod, forcing a smile. “I’m just nervous.” 

Someone comes in to inform that all the guests are in the church and that the prince has arrived, too. 

It’s time. 

Lami helps you get off the stool. You hold onto her hands as if they were a lifebuoy in the middle of the sea, and you, a shipwreck. Every step you take out of the house and towards the carriage is heavy and hesitant. You get in, glancing at Lami through the window. You press the palm of your hand against the glass, eyes slowly filling up with tears.  

This is a goodbye, but not to Lami. Not to any other than yourself.

The young maid presses her hand right where yours is and nods. 

“It’ll be okay.” 

That’s the last thing you hear before the carriage starts moving.

The way to the church feels endless. The weight in your chest grows and grows, until you think you’ll stop breathing. 

You know you shouldn’t feel this way. You’re marrying the love of your life. That should be enough to ease you, shouldn’t it? The woods advance as the carriage moves. You fantasize about the idea of jumping out of the vehicle and diving into the forest, getting lost in its depths, forever. 

Your dad, dressed in uniform, helps you get out of the car when you arrive. A red carpet covers the way from the carriage to the church’s entrance. You stand at the beginning of it, holding onto your father’s arm with one hand, your white bouquet on the other. 

“You look beautiful.” He says, teary-eyed. “I’m proud of you.” 

The doors open all of a sudden. The wedding march starts to play, so you walk. Better said, your father drags you because there’s no way you feel in control of your body anymore.

The pews are full of family, friends, and strangers with their eyes fixed on you. Yours can only focus on Jaehyun. He’s wearing his uniform as well, and that smile you love so much. But there’s something wrong. Something in his face looks off. You reach the aisle, where your father hugs you and kisses your forehead. He’s crying. You rarely see your father cry. 

You stand next to Jaehyun. The priest talks but you don’t hear a thing. You can’t do this. You thought you could, but you can’t. Jaehyun holds your hand; the murmurs are instant. What a lovely bride, she’s so nervous. What a lovely groom, look how he’s comforting her. 

The memorized vows come out of your mouth easily. You glance at Jaehyun’s shaky hands before looking into his eyes, overflowing with fear. He isn’t scared of forgetting his vows, he’s scared of losing you. 

“Do you, Jaehyun, take this woman to be your wedded wife?” 

Jaehyun responds right away. “I do.” 

“Do you, Y/N, take this man to be your wedded husband?” 

The question feels like a death sentence. 

You love him, you love him so much that it breaks your heart. You want to beg him to run away with you, but he'd never do that. It would mean leaving his kingdom behind, and he loves his kingdom as much as he loves you. Forcing him to choose would be a selfish move.

But again, condemning yourself to a life that won’t make you happy would also be selfish. Leaving Jaehyun will break your heart, but you're not sure if you can die from a broken heart. Being Queen, however, will certainly kill you.

This isn’t the life you want. You’ve always known. Jaehyun has always known.

Adults want a quick answer, their voices wondering why you’re taking so much time to answer. You try to ignore them, but they’ve already made their way through your brain. You’ve already made up your mind, though, their words can’t change your mind. 

“I love you, Jae.” You grab his hands with tears in your eyes and kiss them. “Please, please, forgive me.” 

You turn around and run away. People get up, gasps ricocheting against the walls of this sacred place. There’s a scream that comes from your father's throat, and you swear he’s chasing you. Jaehyun begs him to stop. 

You look back once you reach the door, hesitating. Is this a good idea? A teary-eyed Jaehyun nods, handing you your confidence back. You open the door and make your way towards the woods. 

The dress hooks on the branches that you have to fight against to make your way through the forest, they scratch your skin. Taking off your heels and throwing them aside, you continue your race. 

You arrive at a clearing, deciding that it’s time to stop now. 

You let your hair loose and check your exposed skin, now red and bloody. 

If you are free then why are you crying? Running away is what you wanted, right? But at what price? Losing your family, losing Jaehyun, losing everything you have ever had. 

The clearing is covered in soft grass and sunlight. Birds chirp in the distance. There’s calm surrounding you but in the ocean that is your soul, you're fighting turmoil. Maybe you should’ve stayed to know how things would've worked out. Maybe Jaehyun would’ve been your rock through it all like he has been all these years.  

You can’t help but wonder. 

Now, with a small collection of wounds, is it too late to turn back?

No reposting or translations allowed.

© epinebleue 2023

[c4rvey0urnameint0mybedpost]

‼️ WARNING: Some spoilers for the Novel ‘The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo’ and spoilers of quotes that spoil parts of the book‼️

I found myself wondering who Taylor was talking about in ‘…Ready for it?’ With the lyrics

“And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor,”

The lyrics are about Elizabeth Taylor and one of her husbands Richard Burton. Now, I got very excited when I saw it was a reference to Elizabeth Taylor ‘cause, she is one of the inspirations of my favourite book ‘The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo’, wich, if you don’t know, is a queer book about an old Hollywood (around the 1950’s) actress names Evelyn Hugo (Not her real name she had to change it for a couple of reasons) who ends up writing a Tell-All book at the age of 79, and ends up telling the story of her youth as a famous actress in the 50’s through to the 80’s and her “Seven husbands”.

But, it turns out that almost all of her husbands were beards. She ended up falling in love with one of her co-stars, her name was Celia St.James. It’s such a beautiful book and so deeply upsetting, you should read it!

Anyways, Evelyn was a Bisexual woman and Celia was a Lesbian. The book touches on topics like, Homophobia, Biphobia, Racism, Sexism and a lot of other things as you can imagine.

So, the fact that Taylor referenced Elizabeth Taylor has made me so happy! Though, this isn’t to say that it was a reference to Evelyn Hugo, it certainly is fun to think so!

Some of my favourite quotes from the book are:

“Please never forget that the sun rises and sets with your smile. At least to me it does. You’re the only thing on this planet worth worshipping.”

“I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.”

“But if you have to go, then go. Go if it hurts. Go if it's time. Just go knowing you were loved, that I will never forget you, that you will live in everything Connor and I do. Go knowing I love you purely, Harry, that you were an amazing father. Go knowing I told you all my secrets. Because you were my best friend.”

“You wonder what it must be like to be a man, to be so confident that the final say is yours.”

“I'm bisexual. Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box.”

“Say to them, “Evelyn Hugo just wants to go home. It’s time for her to go to her daughter, and her, and her best friend, and her mother.” Tell them Evelyn Hugo says good-bye.”

“And just as she was about to leave the mircophone, she said 'And to anyone tempted to kiss the TV tonight, please don't chip your tooth.”

“It’s not wrong,” Celia said. “It shouldn’t be wrong, to love you. How can it be wrong?”

“It’s not wrong, sweetheart. It’s not,” I said. “They’re wrong.”

“The love of my life is gone, and I can't just call her and say I'm sorry and have her come back. She's gone forever. So yes, Monique, that is something I do regret. I regret every second I didn't spend with her. I regret every stupid thing I did that caused her an ounce of pain. I should have chased her down the street the day she left me. I should have begged her to stay. I should have apologized and sent roses and stood on top of the Hollywood sign and shouted, 'I'm in love with Celia St. James!' and let them crucify me for it. That's what I should have done. And now that I don't have her, and I have more money than I could ever use in this lifetime, and my name is cemented in Hollywood history, and I know how hollow it is, I am kicking myself for every single second I chose it over loving her proudly.”

And the most famous one from this book that you may recognise from TikTok;

“No … because they are just husbands. I am Evelyn Hugo. And anyways, I think once people know the truth, they will be much more interested in my wife.”

If you have read all of this, thank you very much for listening to me. I have a lot of feelings about this book. It’s so good, I love it so much.

[dreamgirllz]

Dark Red

Roses are red, your ex’s blood is to, I know because I killed them for you (I got this quote from someone yandere pick up lines on Reddit)

I love fluff so much but I can’t lie on how much I love yanderes 😍

This is for muzan, sanemi, Gyutaro, and zenitsu

Muzan

It’s one in a million chance Muzan would ever find a human beautiful. His first option was devouring you but instead he chose to make you his ‘wife’. After winning over your parents he was aloud to move you away from your home. You didn’t know him well because the marriage process was quick.

For the first months of your marriage he spoiled you with clothes jewelry and anything you could ever wish for. But he kept you from your family. Every time you’d asked to at least send them a letter or visit them, he’d make you feel bad for trying. ‘I’m so sorry If I’m making you unhappy, you want to leave me because I haven’t been good to you.’ You try reassuring him you just want to visit but he always makes you feel ungrateful so you stay home miserable.

One day your parents decide they want to visit you. They could have gotten away with it only if they didn’t send a letter saying they’re coming. Of course Muzan got the letter then destroyed.

And that same night Muzan heads to your parents home and walks in uninvited. They were in the middle of packing their things for travel. ‘You should have never considered coming over’ He says in a hash tone scaring your parents.

They were confused on how he got in their house and why he was there. ‘She’s doing just fine in my care, she’s happy and she doesn’t need you’. After saying that he turned your mother into a demon because she tried to protest against his words. Right after your mother turned she quickly devoured your father.

‘I was going to let you live-.’ His words were cut off by your mother trying to say your name. Even as a demon you were on her mind. Her eyes filled with tears as she yelled your name. Muzan killed her, his rage was visible. Was it to much to ask to keep one human to himself.

Muzan was back home in seconds, but the door appeared right in front of you. He did this on purpose just to have your attention. ‘Love I think it’s time I take you where you belong.’ His eyes were red yet his expression was filled with love. You tried to run but he had you cornered in your room. ‘Let us go to my real home where you’ll be well respected, and treated like a queen.’

You shivered in fear as he proceeded to lift you and walk inside of the mysterious door. It was like a nightmare stepping into some other dimension. It was cold and the atmosphere had a haunting effect upon you. ‘Your real life begins here.’

Another door opened up and led you both to a stage like setting. Where he sat you down at. ‘You’ll meet your loyal subjects, they’ll devote their lives to you. And serve you to no end.’

[lovejosephquinn]

Hi honey, I have a request? Maybe husband joseph and wife reader and their wedding night? Pretty please, I love your fics ❤️

Aw tysm angel, that means the most. 🥰

I'm going to slip a friends quote in here and let's see if any of you get it, I'll be so happy. 🤣

Thank you for your request and I'm so sorry for the delay, I hope it's what you wanted!! x

Warnings: newlywed smut and fluff 🖤

Word Count: 1.5k

UNDER 18'S DNI.

The Wedding Night

You keep replaying the moment you sobbed out your vows to Joe, it's on repeat, engraved in your mind. The way he looked at you, the way he took your hand in his as he uttered the words I do.

It had been an exhausting and overwhelming day to say the least, but your husband was now before you, carrying you over the threshold and into your bridal suite room you were to occupy until you got a flight out the following day to start your honeymoon.

You both shared an intimate moment, kicking the door shut with his foot as he kissed you so lovingly for the thousandth time that day. "Well, Mrs Quinn...Wow I can't believe I can finally say that" He stopped in his tracks, putting you back to your feet, and you placed your hands under his suit jacket, both your eyes sparkling through way too much champagne but mostly tenderness.

He cupped your cheek, giving you a glance from your face down to the most stunning dress he'd ever seen. "My beautiful wife."

"Can you give me a handout of it please?"

"With pleasure my love."

It took about 10 minutes alone for Joe to help you undo the buttons and take off the 2 layers that created your beautiful look. You finally let out a sigh once it was off, almost a relief from how tight it had felt through nerves, too much food and mainly the fact the corset was digging into you after wearing it all day. You stood before your husband in your underwear, he beamed at you even harder.

"You looked phenomenal today baby, but I still think you look better with nothing on." Joe gave you a subtle wink and you rolled your eyes, not able to hide the clear grin you were showing back to him.

You wandered over to the penthouse window to look out of it whilst Joe used the bathroom, nobody could see you half naked from all the way up at the top so what did it matter? A hint of sorrow showed in your face now the dress was off, all of that planning and preparation, the build-up and the day now slowly disappearing. You took a hefty sigh and Joe caught wind of it as he walked back into the room.

He creeped up behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and swayed you from side to side. "What's with the sigh, beautiful?"

You turned to face your husband, he was just in his boxers and the only remanence of the day was his usual chain hanging around his neck. Your lips puffed out due to your sudden mood change and your body language reeked of sadness, you stared up at him through hooded lashes "I just can't believe it's all over."

"It doesn't have to be over yet baby; we still have so much more to look forward to."

Joe pulled you in for a warm hug before taking your face into his hands as he leaned down and pushed his lips onto yours. The kiss was so endearing yet so fierce, so needy but so pleasing. Your smile regained its composure through the kiss and his mirrored that of your sudden happiness once again.

His mouth moved down to your neck, tracing his tongue along it and savoured every inch, felt every goosebump that rose from the muscles touch and especially relished the whimper that fell from your lips as his mouth barely touched the sensitive spot below your ear. You palmed Joe straight over his boxers, hearing him whimper into the crook of your neck in return. Reaching your hand inside, you pumped him slowly, his semi hard cock instantly standing to attention at the sudden contact.

He expertly unclasped your bra, and you removed your hand to get it fully off, before you could return to your previous state, Joe fell to his knees, so that he was eye level with your chest. His tongue wasted no time in caressing your nipples one at a time, little kitten licks and a brief suck on each making them stiff. His hands came over the both of them massaging them slowly, gripping at each in between his finger and thumb letting them go as he looked up to see your face, you were watching him intensely, biting down on your lip waiting to find out where he went next with this. You had a pretty good idea.

Joe took it upon himself to push you back against the large triple glazing window perching up on the ledge, he pulled your underwear down in one swoop and groaned at the sight of you. "Lift your legs onto me, use the window ledge for support and wrap them around my shoulders, I'm craving your pussy so bad, fuck."

You did just as Joe said, spreading yourself apart for him he showed no mercy, spitting onto your clit and tucking straight into your cunt. Your hands instantly found his curls, gripping onto them and pushing him in further as he sucked harshly, using every tastebud in his tongue to lap up your flavour.

His index and middle fingers joined the action not a moment later, crashing them in and out of you desperately, chasing your orgasm that was already starting to take its form.

You moaned out a string of unfathomable words and noises, practically suffocating Joe as you drove his face into you further. His tongue flicked over your bud at an impressive speed, his own muffled moans could be heard, he was absolutely in his happy place. Joe's entire mouth was covered in a mix of your fluid and his own saliva, entering a third finger he began to hit the spot you loved most as you felt your thighs begin to shake and your body begin to squirm.

"J-Joe I-I'm going to cum, oh my god you eat my pussy so fucking well, I-" You let out an ungodly squeal when Joe let go all together and plunged his tongue inside of your hole, fucking at it and lapping around the entrance taking everything you had to offer him. Your whole body paralyzed for a split second whilst your orgasm ran its course.

Joe lifted your legs from his shoulders but before you could hit the ground he picked you up, placing a hand under your ass and supporting your waist, launching you down onto the edge of the bed, taking his boxers down to immediately spit on his hand to jerk himself a couple of times. You watched, heavy headed from your climax still when Joe forced his cock straight into your tight entrance. Your walls clenched as you felt the whole of him slam into you. "Fuck, Jesus, I love how tight you feel around my cock."

Joe adjusted before taking it out and shoving himself back into your core, his hips began to thrust into you leaning down on his hands to support him above you, you spread your thighs as far apart as you possibly could to give Joe better access. "I love you so much, wife."

He kissed you once more as his hips bucked into you at a moderate pace, you felt every inch of him coming up to push against your cervix, mutually whining at the pleasure and friction between you.

You replied back through broken moans, "I love you so much, husband."

Joe built up a faster pace, his balls slapping against your ass rapidly whilst he fucked into you. "Don't divorce me for finishing to early." You both let out an out of breath chuckle, his head instantly falling back at his cock throbbing against your walls.

"I'll give it till after our honeymoon at least."

Joe leaned back down to bite your lip at your teasing reply. You could give just as well as you could take and that's one of the many reasons why he married you, not forgetting the mind-blowing sex.

His hips erratically thrusted into you a few more times before your man found his release, his seed spewing deep inside of your cunt.

"Oh Y/N, oh my fuck, god yes"

He fell flat on top of you, panting and quite flushed in the cheeks, your hands claiming the back of his head, stroking downwards to sooth his breathlessness, then slowly pulled his softening shaft out and rolling off to the side of you, you would both worry about cleaning up a little later once you'd finished seeing stars.

Your face's meeting one another halfway, you both gleamed at each other proudly and so affectionately. You looked back up, holding your left hand in the air and admired your engagement and now wedding ring that sat beautifully against it. Joe turned slightly and lifted his left hand to meet yours, your pinkie fingers intertwining as he flashed his silver band.

"Hello Mrs Joe."

"Well hello Mr Y/N."

[thesullengrrrl]

Hi Ann! Can I get number 24 (a boss’s office with a closed door)from the November prompts please ? For Rosie and Elaine 💕

Hello there!! Thanks for the request and hope you enjoy this!

The longer she looked at the words before her, the more it gets jumbled and not make sense. What did the senator say? Why did he say that? Where was the quote? Her red pen is no longer helpful and is starting to look like a mess that makes her want to start all over again. Dropping the pen, she looked at the pile of papers she still has to read and edit.

It never seems to end.

Before she could rest her head a little, the phone rang. "Elaine Rosenthal, speaking."

"Happy birthday, old girl!" Jack greeted, his smile could be heard through the phone. "Is it now forty?"

"Aw, thanks, Jack," she replied sarcastically. "Don't be rude. I'm actually fifty. Better check that resume again."

A hearty laugh can be heard from another line. "Could you come to my office for a minute?"

"What do you want?"

"Just come in, will ya?" Jack said. "It's lunch time anyway."

She checked her watch and he was right. It's five minutes after twelve. Ruben, the older copy editor sitting adjacent to her, was already clearing up his desk to go out for lunch, so did the others.

"Fine, I'm coming."

Raising from her seat, she placed the cover of her typewriter and walked to the office next door. The blinds were drawn, but the door was unlocked.

"What do you need?" Elaine asked, placing her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you're gonna make me buy you your lunch. You're an adult. Call the restaurant."

Jack chewed the inside of his cheek to hide a grin. "See the way your wife talks to me? Sometimes I think she should sit here. Is she like this everyday?"

A chuckle was heard from the left side of the room. She gave Jack an odd look and then turned to the source. There her husband was, sitting on the couch with food laid on the coffee table.

"Hi," Rosie greeted her with a wide smile. "Happy birthday."

Jack rose from his chair, hands in his pocket. He reveled at the sight of his favorite employee, both impressed and confused with the scene before her.

"What the..." she trailed off. "How did..."

"Let's just say it's my good deed for the day," Jack Anderson winked at them, as he held the door. "No funny business, love birds. I'll know. See ya!"

With a click of the door and blinds still drawn, Elaine rushed to him, hugging Rosie tightly that she was practically on his lap. She then peppered his face with lipstick kisses, the couple started laughing and giggling at the act.

"Jack said no funny business!" Rosie chuckled as her lips made her way on his jaw.

Pulling away, she held his face. "How about we make it serious business?"

"How about..." Rosie trailed off, rubbing his thumb on her waist. "I feed my stressed wife first, then we take this serious business later at home?"

"That's why you're a lawyer," Elaine conceded, settling on the seat beside him and started opening the lid of one of the containers. "Such a sweet talker."

[thecreaturecodex]

Daisy Moonblossom

"Ice Queen" © Xavier Collette. Accessed at his gallery here

[This is going to be the last of the PCs from the Rise of the Runelords game I post; I'm going to move onto other campaigns, like Curse of the Crimson Throne, Legacy of Fire, and Council of Thieves. Daisy Moonblossom was a very fun character, with her quotes like, "you would be happy if you thought less" and "I didn't think it would kill him; I only thought it would torture him forever!". She told me later that she didn't want to play a healer, she wanted to play a fighter, and so decided to be kind of a brat about it when it was decided by the group that it was "her turn". Everyone loved it anyway. So much so that the same player played her surly goth little sister, Belladonna, in Curse of the Crimson Throne, and the Moonblossom clan has been a recurring name drop in my games, and spawned multiple PCs and NPCs in the games run by @canwefixitnoitsfucked. Here's the original art for Daisy, done by one of the other players in that game:

Art © Heather F., accessed here

Because of the whole "don't really want to heal" thing, a warpriest was the perfect choice for converting Daisy from D&D 3.5 to Pathfinder 1e. The Icicle Crown was a personal addition to Rise of the Runelords. The art for Lamatar Bayden was so cool, it seemed a shame that he was just a wight (especially up against a 9th level party). So I gave him an artifact, and then Daisy got it, and she got to go from "magical girl inspired" to "full on transformation sequence". The original version used various spells from Spell Compendium, so has been updated for Pathfinder applicability.]

Daisy Moonblossom CR 14 CN Humanoid (cold, human) This woman is short, muscular and beautiful, her arms bearing delicate Varisian tattoos. She appears to be made of ice, with inhumanly pale skin and hair, with a crown of icicles growing out of her brow. She carries an enormous mace in the shape of a rose, and wears the holy symbol of Desna prominently around her neck and on her clothing.

Daisy Moonblossom was born lucky. Although never very smart and with a penchant for solving her problems with violence, she was both charming and perceptive, and was a natural to enter the priesthood of Desna. There, she received training as a warpriest, a traveling crusader to bring dreams and joy to those who needed them, and a pummeling to those who deserved it. And she was able to do all of those things, joining up with a team of adventurers to defend Sandpoint from first a goblin incursion, and then a ghoulish serial killer. Aldern Foxglove, the Skinsaw Man, became obsessed with Daisy. Perhaps this is because she reminded him of his murdered wife, or perhaps because he detected her bloodthirsty streak. Appropriately, she was the one who freed the revenant of his wife, and then bashed Foxglove’s skull in.

On Hook Mountain, Daisy made two discoveries that would change her life. First was the friendship of the star monarch Roramoru, who happily serves her as a mount and confidante to this day. The second was the Icicle Crown, a lost artifact made by the White Witches of Irrisen in centuries past, sitting on the brow of the wight Lamatar Bayden. Daisy didn’t realize its true magical potential when she put it on, thinking it would just protect her against the cold, but it transformed her into a being of elemental ice. As a divine caster, Daisy can use remove curse to take off the crown and resume her human appearance when she needs to, but does so less and less these days.

Rather than explore the dungeons of Runeforge and take the fight to Runelord Karzoug, Daisy chose to remain behind at Jorgenfist to learn more about her Varisian heritage and to help rally an army of giants against Karzoug’s influence. Daisy is considered by many of the giants of the Kodar Mountains to be somewhere between a guardian angel and a bogey, as she will gladly aid giants who play nice and slay those who don’t. The legends that have built around Ice Princess Daisy vary from clan to clan. Some giants claim she is an unusually beautiful cold rider, or maybe a miniature frost giant, or possibly a divine agent of Desna herself. Daisy is happy to keep them guessing.

Although she is a talented healer, Daisy Moonblossom would rather inflict damage than cure it. She usually spends a round or two casting enhancing spells on herself, then wades into melee. If enemies keep their distance, she pelts them with ranged spells cast from the Icicle Crown, or simply uses air walk to close the gap. Daisy isn’t a very skilled combat rider, so although she does use Roramoru’s support, the star monarch typically drops Daisy off rather than carry her into the fray. 

Icicle Crown (minor artifact) When not worn by a creature (occupying the head slot), this appears to be a delicate silver tiara studded with diamonds and sapphires. When put on, it transforms into ice, and transforms the wearer as well, affecting her as per an ice body spell for as long as the crown is worn. The Icicle Crown allows the wearer to cast the following spells with charges, as if it were a staff: Snowball (1 charge) Frigid Touch (1 charge) Wall of Ice (2 charges) Cone of Cold (2 charges) Icy Prison (2 charges) The Icicle Crown has 10 charges, and regains 1d4 charges a day. If its last charge is expended, the Icicle Crown falls off of the wearer’s head and becomes dormant for 30 days. This is the only way to remove the Icicle Crown without the use of remove curse or a similar effect, or the death of its wearer. CL 13th; Weight 4 lbs.

Daisy Moonblossom    CR 14 XP 38,400 Human warpriest of Desna 14 CN Medium humanoid (cold, human) Init +5; Senses Perception +7 Defense AC 21, touch 11, flat-footed 20(+1 Dex, +10 armor) hp 136 (14d8+70) Fort +14, Ref +6, Will +13 Immune ability score damage, blindness, critical hits, deafness, disease, drowning, electricity, poison, stunning Defensive Abilities ice body Offense Speed 20 ft. (30 ft. unarmored), burrow 20 ft. (ice only) Melee +1 spell-storing heavy mace +16/+11 (1d10+7) or slam +13 (1d6+3 plus 1 cold) Ranged starknife +11 (1d10+3/x3) Special Attacks channel energy (positive, 5d6, based on fervor), sacred weapon (+3, 14 rounds/day) Spells CL 14th (CL 15th for conjuration), concentration +17 (+21 casting defensively) 5th—flame strike (DC 18), righteous might 4th—air walk, blessing of fervor, divine power, neutralize poison (DC 18) 3rd—communal resist energy, inflict serious wounds (DC 16), magic vestment (cast), prayer, sacred bond 2nd—align weapon, bull’s strength, inflict moderate wounds (DC 15), lesser restoration, owl’s wisdom, spiritual weapon 1st—bless, divine favor (x2), remove fear, shield of faith (x2) 0th—create water, guidance, light, resistance, stabilize Spontaneous casting—cure spells Spell-like Abilities CL 14th, concentration +17 (+21 casting defensively) 3/day—acid splash Statistics Str 16, Dex 12, Con 18, Int 8, Wis 16, Cha 16 Base Atk +10; CMB +13; CMD 24 Feats Combat Casting,Dazzling Display (B), Greater Weapon Focus (heavy mace) (B), Improved Initiative, Selective Channel, Shatter Defenses (B), Skill Focus (Intimidate), Spell Focus (conjuration), Trailblazing Channel, Toughness, Varisian Tattoo (conjuration), Weapon Focus (heavy mace) (B), Weapon Specialization (heavy mace) (B) Skills Diplomacy +9, Heal +9, Intimidate +24, Knowledge (local) +3, Knowledge (religion) +6, Linguistics +1, Perception +7, Ride +6, Sense Motive +9 Languages Celestial, Common, Giant, Varisian SQ blessings (10/day, freedom’s shout, liberation, lucky presence, unlucky enemy),fervor (10/day, 5d6),legendary, no breath, sacred armor (+3, 14 minutes/day) Gear 38,400 gp, +1 spell storing heavy mace, starsong mail, Icicle Crown, belt of physical prowess (Str, Con), rod of extend spell, cloak of resistance +1, scroll of speak with dead, wand of cure light wounds (20 charges), 4 starknives, 500 gp worth of diamond dust, 2 gold bracelets (for sacred bond), 2 flasks holy water,15 gp Special Abilities Legendary (Ex) Daisy is built on 25 point buy. In addition to her NPC equipment, she possesses an artifact, the Icicle Crown. These advantages increase her CR by +1.

[musicals-and-mushrooms]

so it was technically yesterday for me bc australia but the 23rd of november is the one year anniversary of me seeing six for the third time with chiaragon and also doctor who day! So heres my silly little doctor who x six drawing i did in class today because its been floating around in my head for a while

Im only up to start of season 6 so havent done any companions i havent met yet! Anyway heres my reasoning for my silly thoughts

River Song/Aragon - mostly spoilers that i havent actually got to but shes the doctors wife, pretty sure the night on that planet was 24 years, she also has - quoting the 11th doctor in my timelord book- the biggest bestest hair in the whole world! Her intro would be like my name is melody or river song spent over 24 years im a paragon etc

Jack Harkness/Boleyn - i mean dont lose ur head face of boe anyone? Also hes that harkness guy hes up next see he broke the whole universe by becoming an immortal being yeah hes that sexy

Rose Tyler/Jane Seymour - yeah the only one he truly loved (rude), and also stood by his side with a heart of stone . Martha could have got this part because she stood by him as well when he was a jerk and did the fire comparison as well from memory but this is rose

Donna Noble/Anna of Cleves - again this could have been martha because martha actually got a happy ending (martha should be the swing lol) but i see donna as cleves because of the general sassiness and outlook on life like shes having a great spa day while 10 is going through one of the most terrifying experiences ever

Amy Pond/Katherine Howard - Amy was pretty sexualised by the writing and the medias view of her, and her attempted seduction of eleven showed how she was still hurting from having to wait for so long. But amy, once you get through the defensive layers can be quite bubbly, like k howard in reverse. Cant put it into words but its just the vibes.

Martha Jones/Catherine Parr - Saving the best for last, we have the ultimate queen martha jones herself. Shes the survivor, she doesnt need his love, she deserves to be remembered for so much more than her interest in the doctor , like the fact she WALKED THE EARTH AND SAVED THE WORLD and shes a beautiful, smart compassionate person who is actually a qualified doctor. Can you tell i feel very strongly about this?

Anyway hope you enjoy this!!

[clarkes-and-god]

Church Newsletter #1

Welcome to my first ever newsletter as Pastor Jonah James. It is a pleasure to lead you all on your walk with the Lord, and I hope our little community continues to grow in both faith and numbers. As the winter season approaches, I hope we can all celebrate Advent and the coming of Christ with a spirit of faith and gratuity in our hearts, instead of the greedy, secular, commercialisation of Christmas.

Celebrations

Morgan and Eden Bellamy have welcomed a healthy baby boy, Archer Bellamy. He is their first child and they are excited to welcome more.

Carter John Clarke turned 2, happy birthday little one!

Jonah and Moriah James (that's us!) welcomed ANOTHER little boy! We are blessed to have our seventh child, Ezekiel James. Moriah is also pregnant with Baby James #8, and we are praying for a healthy pregnancy after our miscarriage.

Natan James turned 6, happy birthday to our eldest son!

Enoch James turned 2, happy birthday little one!

Antonio and Joanna Ricciardi also welcomed their first child, a baby boy, Gabriele Ricciardi. While not attending our church due to distance, they are here in spirit.

Mark and Rose Swan joined our church, with their daughter Cherish. I am delighted to have such Godly people in the congregation, welcome.

Tobias Clarke and Cherish Swan have entered into a courtship. Many happy prayers to this young couple!

Prayer Requests

Esther Clarke would like prayers for Markus and Mallory Clarke, and their children. She reminds them that Halloween is Satanic.

Bible Quote Of The Week

For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. 1 Timothy 6:7-8

I think this is a good message to keep in our hearts as we approach Christmas. Parents, do not relent if your children are influenced into materialistic thinking around Christmas, you are their spiritual guide!

Ladies' Corner with Moriah

I thought a good topic for this week, seeing the number of sweet little boys we have been blessed with, is what characteristics us mothers should install in boys! All children should be immediately obedient and joyful, but we must remember our boys will one day be men and providers and protectors. For this reason, I like to leave the discipline of my boys for their father, when he gets home from work. This prevents them getting confused on their future wife's role in the home, but they remain joyfully obedient and disciplined.

[artzychic27]

Family Guy incorrect quotes?

Nathaniel: Hi, my name’s Nathaniel Kurtzberg. My mom’s car just broke down. Could we use your phone?

Adrien: Now my trouble are all through… I have… A… Jew…

Nathaniel: Hey!

—

Denise: Fine, I’ll do it tomorrow right after my job as a zoo keeper with very muscular thighs.

*Cue cutaway!*

Denise: Thigh there, nice to see you all! Now as you can see right here, *Gestures to their right thigh* and here *Gestures to their left thigh* I am qualified to be a zoo keeper. *Gestures to a parrot* This is my friend, Frederick, and I am sure you’re all wondering how much I can squat. For that answer, you’ll have to go to my Instagram, YourThighness99. Now, I’d like to open up the floor for questions.

Rose: *Raises hand* Yes, what food does the bird-

Denise: Not about the bird! Now, who wants to see me jump over this fence from a standing start? Lemme scooch these shorts up a little thigher. *Rolls their shorts up and jumps over the fence*

Parrot: So, everyone happy they went to the zoo? No? Well, that’s the zoo.

—

Ivan: Alright, so we roll the dice, and then we both have to yell ‘Yahtzee’ really loud.

Kim: At the same time?

Ivan: Yeah, and you have to flap your wrists like this. *Flaps his wrists*

Kim: And you’ll do it, too?

Ivan: Of course, that’s how it’s done.

Kim: Okay.

Ivan: Alright, ready?

Kim: And you’re gonna do it with me?

Ivan: Oh yeah. *Rolls the dice*

Kim: *Flaps his wrists* YAHTZEE!

Ivan: Gay.

Kim: You suck!

—

Félix: Ello, I’d like to join the Air Force.

Pilot: What are your qualifications?

Félix: I speak in a British accent, I don’t brush my teeth, I’m possibly homosexual, and my wife is ghastly!

Pilot: *Gives Félix and aviator helmet* Bombs away!

—

Kim: Hey, Ismael. How about I teach you how to swim?

Ismael: Go... away... Kim. *Kim picks him up* Aah! What do you think you're doing? No means no! *He hangs on Kim’s arm while Kim tries to get him in the pool*

Kim: Come on, Ismael! In... the... pool!

Ismael: No! No, I don't want to die! I want to live! Live!

—

Marc: *Holds a crushed spider web in his fist* This is the most perfectly destroyed spider web.

Austin A: Where's the spider?

Marc: Knock, knock!

Austin A: Who's there?

Marc: I ate him!

—

Tom: But you know, I was just thinking this afternoon, what the hell happened to the days when a guy does something like that to a girl, and a bunch of us guy get together and just go kick his fucking ass?

Roger: Boy, that’d be satisfying.

Alim: Well… Why not?

—

Ismael: Come on, Jean! You owe me! You remember what I did for you last week?

*Last week*

Jean: *Singing* Sighing softly to the river comes the loving breeze. Setting nature all aquiver rustling through the trees.

Ismael: *Ballerina walks out from behind a tree* Through the trees…

—

Ismael: You watch that tone, Austin Q! Or I’ll get Zoé and Cosette over here to kick your butt!

Zoé: Is there a problem here?

Cosette: Yeah, you need us to use our fists?

—

Kim: Max, there’s a message in my alphabet soup! It says “oooooo”.

Max: Kim, those are Cheerios

—

Jean: I wish I was Beyoncé.

—

Ismael: So, anyway, here's Jean walking through the park minding his own business. I just happened to be there with my video camera, when a ninja shows up!

*In the video, Simon, dressed in a ninja costume leaps out from behind a tree and pretends to attack Jean with a katana before cartwheeling away*

Ismael: And then a devil came!

*Marc in a devil costume jabs Jean with his pitchfork, throws black dust at him, and runs off while Jean falls to the ground as if in pain*

Ismael: And then an evil pots-and-pans robot!

*Then Ismael wearing a bunch of pots and pans on his body arrives and fires at Jean with a fake ray gun*

Ismael in video: Destroy. Destroy. *Jean falls to the ground, seemingly unconscious*

Ismael: I imagine you're probably wondering what happened to the body... Well, we thought of that.

*Ismael runs back behind the camera and continues filming*

Ismael in video: Oh, no, Jean is dead! Wait. We might still be able to save... Oh, no! *Hums the Jurassic Park theme as he puts a toy dinosaur in front of the camera and has it pretend to eat Jean*

*The video cuts off and Ismael turns to Austin T with a solemn expression*

Ismael: We are so, so sorry for your loss.

Austin T: Is this a joke?

Ismael: I wish it were, Austin T. I wish it were a joke. But these things happen, you know? You go for a walk in the park one day and redhead ninjas and gay devils, and short pots-and-pans robots show up to kill you, and dinosaurs show up to eat the remains. You've seen the news.

—

Lila: Hello. As you all know, I’m Lila Rossi.

Marinette: Booo. Boo, Lila Rossi. Boo.

Lila: I wanna read a few words-

Marinette: Boo. Liar. Boo, Lila Rossi, booo…

Lila: Anyway, I want to-

Marinette: Boo. Apologize somewhere else. Boo. Boo, Lila, boo.

—

Nathaniel: *After he and Cosette have fought and horribly injured a mob of students* It was… A joke!

—

Denise/Cosette/Alya/Max/Nino/Austin B: *Sitting on a sofa and crying as a woman sitting in front of them stirs her tea*

Max: It was a trap.

Austin B: Everything on Groupon is just a trick to Get Out black people.

*They all sink into the couch*

Cosette: Ahh, we’re sinking!

—

Nino: And now to throw this handful of change down, because I’m a psychopath. *Throws change off the side of the building*

Austin Q: Aah! Damn it!

Ismael: Thank you!

—

Rooster Bold: Who the hell are you? Go away!

Nino: Oh, I’m sorry, are you taking a rooster shit?

Rooster Bold: I’m not defecating, you weirdo! I’m laying an egg! *Lays a golden egg*

Nino: *Gasps* A golden egg! This is what famous black rappers probably eat for breakfast!

—

Austin A: Well, you can’t have my rooster!

Rooster Bold: Okay, two men fighting over me. Neat.

—

Lawyer: Your honor, citizens of Paris, and visitors from AU Paris, my client, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir, is the victim of flagrant intellectual theft.

Canon!Kim: *Whispers to Canon!Max* I’m whispering in court to look smart.

Lawyer: But it’s not just the main writing that’s been plagiarized. Several other show variations, scripts, and design elements have been similarly infringed, resulting again and again in pale imitations, cheap copies, clumsy counterfeits, and weak substitutions.

Canon!Marinette: You like stalking boys?

SB&IB!Marinette: … Never talk to me again.

Canon!Marinette: I don’t think we’re very similar.

Canon!Nino: You know why they got us sitting next to each other.

SB&IB!Nino: Uh, ‘cause we’re the two funniest guys in our cities?

Canon!Nino: Damn right!

Canon!Nathaniel: I’m a Jewish artist.

SB&IB!Nathaniel: I’m a Jewish artist moonlighting as a villain.

Canon!Nathaniel: What?

SB&IB!XY: Are you an emotionally abused pop star?

Canon!XY: Yes, I am.

SB&IB!XY: Are you a “cool” emotionally abused popstar? *Holds up Bob Roth’s credit card*

Canon!XY: I, uh… I like to think so. *Leaves the court room with SB&IB!XY*

—

Kim: *After Austin Q hits the back of his head* Ow! What the hell?! That really hurts!

Austin Q: No it doesn’t! I do it to Austin T all the time!

Kim: You hit him? That’s insane! No wonder he’s so touch starved, claustrophobic, and doesn’t know how a school works!

Austin Q: That's Adrien!

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And then we drank each other's blood

Akito Sohma x Shigure Sohma

Plot: Shigure proposes to Akito and they form a new bond.

"Wear the dress tonight," Shigure called from the bathroom in between strokes of his razor. He made sure to shave his face to her liking. Tonight was a big night for both of them, one he'd imagined since the day he first dreamt of her. 

Akito looked at the dress he'd set out on the bed for her. It was new and looked expensive. The dress was black, went down to her ankles, and had straps that criss crossed. Black had always been her color, but this dress was far more feminine than she was comfortable with at this point in time. Still, she knew wearing it would make him happy and although she would never admit it, she'd do anything to see him smile. 

He stood in the doorway, toothbrush in hand as he watched his lover get dressed. Akito felt his eyes on her and turned toward him with a small smile as she pulled the dress up onto her frame, fixing the straps. Looking at her own reflection, she realized that she wasn't quite sure how she felt about her appearance tonight. At Shigure's request, she'd gone out of her way to get dolled up for date night. Saki had stopped by earlier that day to help with her hair and makeup. Although Akito was finally embracing her femininity, it still felt foreign to her at times. The woman in the mirror was so beautiful, the very definition of elegance. It would take some time to get used to.

"What do you think?" Looking back at her lover, feeling a bit nervous. Of course she knew that he would love it no matter what.  "You'll be the sexist one in the restaurant," he said, chuckling to himself. Rolling her eyes at his words, she couldn't help but smile. She loved this man, more than she'd ever loved anyone. Although it was a topic she and Shigure had never spoken about before, she often found herself daydreaming about being his wife one day. 

"Ready to go?" He was looking dapper in his suit and tie. It was something she would've worn had she still been living as a man, but Shigure pulled it off well. Akito couldn't help but notice that he was being a bit more serious than usual. The family head had grown accustomed to her lover's playful demeanor, but tonight felt different. "Are you okay?" She took his arm as he led her out to the car. He simply responded to her question with a smile. A slender eyebrow rose as she tried to make sense of his cryptic response. The smile hadn't answered her question.

Once at the restaurant, the pair ordered champagne. Akito wasn't used to drinking. She had experienced her first hangover a few weeks ago after a night of drinking with Shigure, Ayame, and Mine. Safe to say, she had learned her lesson and was now just taking sips of the champagne rather than trying to chug it. 

All Shigure could think about was how beautiful she was and how being with her felt like a dream. After years, he finally had the one thing he'd been desperately wanting. Being the novelist he was, he couldn't help but think of one of his favorite quotes, one that had always reminded him of her. I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything. He sat across from her, taking in everything about her. The ring was in his pocket and he found himself fidgeting with it despite being worried that it would accidentally fall out and ruin his surprise. It was the first time in a long time that he'd been this nervous. Due to the fact that they'd never even spoken about marriage, he wasn't sure if being his wife was something she even desired. They had been 'dating' for a year now but there was a lifetime of love behind them.

The petite brunette waved her hand in front of his face. He'd been lost in his thoughts and hadn't been listening to her as she spoke. "Seriously, are you okay? You're acting weird and I don't like it." Akito crossed her arms over her chest, looking like a child. Shigure couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you laughing at me? It's not funny. You made such a big deal about date night but you're not even talking to me. So rude." Her temper was something she was still in the process of trying to control. Feelings of frustration were still difficult to navigate through.

"You're so cute when you get angry. Did you know that? I simply wanted a night out with the one I love most and I'm taking in the moment. If you were seated across from the sexiest woman in the world, you'd find it hard to concentrate as well." He smirked, knowing that he was pushing her buttons. Before Akito could respond to him, their food was placed on the table and she immediately started eating, completely losing interest in the conversation. Shigure let out a loud laugh, drawing attention to them. "You could've just told me that you were hangry, you know." The sound of silverware hitting the plate echoed in his ears. He'd really done it now. "Stop it." She looked embarrassed but went back to eating after shooting a glare his way. Once she'd eaten a bit more, she was in good spirits once again. Akito absolutely refused to indulge him by admitting that she actually had been hangry.

When dinner was over, the attractive couple made their way back to the car. The driver seemed to know where he was going although Akito did not. "Where are we going?" Her tone was serious. "Home," he said simply. A long sigh left her lips. Although going out into the world was still a bit anxiety provoking, the thought of just going home after an uneventful date night sounded terribly boring. 

Wanting to spice things up, she placed her hand on his thigh, slowly moving it upwards. He looked at her and gave her the mischievous smirk she'd fallen in love with. A warm feeling overcame her and she had to refrain from jumping on him right then and there. Oddly enough, he wasn't trying to touch her. Shigure had placed his hand atop hers but normally, his hands would've made their way up her dress by now. Something was definitely wrong and it made her feel insecure. Had he grown bored of her? What if he didn't love her as much as he claimed to? 

Having tortured herself with her own thoughts, Akito found herself feeling exhausted. Yawing as they walked back into the main house, she walked to their bedroom and immediately started undressing. "Nope, not yet." Shigure's hand was on hers now, keeping her from pulling the dress off. She raised an eyebrow, curious as to why he didn't want to have sex the moment they got home like he usually did. 

The anxiety she was feeling seemed to leave her when he took her hand in his. "I want to show you something," he said, smiling bigger than before. They walked outside together, hands clasped tightly. Her eyes widened as she saw what looked like a million camellia petals in the shape of a heart right next to her beloved camellia bushes. The moon was shining down on them, making everything about this moment seem like magic. 

They stood in the center of the camellia heart and he got down on one knee. A small gasp left her lips as she gazed down at her lover, finally understanding the meaning behind the camellia heart. He hadn't said a word yet but she already knew what her answer would be. 

"You are a dream and I've loved you before you even came into this world," he said, holding her hand in his. "I care about you more than anyone that's ever come into my life. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather call my wife or raise children with someday. I love everything about you from that cute little face you make when you get angry to your loud snoring at night," he said with a laugh. It wouldn't be a proper proposal without a little comedy thrown in. "I once told you that I have no intention of ever letting you go and I meant that." He let go of her hand to reach for the ring. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful Toi et Moi ring. "Will you marry me?"

It took her a moment to respond. His words and the ring itself had overwhelmed her in the best possible way. She'd never cried tears of happiness before but now, as her eyes filled with tears, she understood what it felt like. "Yes!" With that, he slipped the ring onto her finger. They kissed and held each other for a moment. He felt a sense of relief now that she'd said yes. To Shigure, there was nothing in the world that could compare to him being able to call this woman his wife. 

"Come on, I want to see it in the light." Akito took his hand and led him back into the main house. She was able to see the ring more clearly now. "Wow…" she whispered, amazed at all the detail he'd put into this ring. One stone was tanzanite (her birthstone) and garnet (his birthstone). "Do you like it? I had it made just for you." He beamed with pride upon seeing that his lover was so captivated by the ring. 

"I love you." Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him close. The ring was beautiful, of course, but her true happiness stemmed from the fact that she would be his wife one day. Akito had never pictured herself getting married for obvious reasons. A year ago, she would've rolled her eyes at the person she was tonight. Love was a foreign concept, something she was used to receiving but never giving in return. Now here she was, loving someone so much that she had just agreed to be his wife. 

Soft lips met hers, taking her from her thoughts. With another soft kiss, she felt his fingers on one of the straps of her dress. Before she knew it, he'd gotten the dress off faster than she'd put it on. This would be their first time as an engaged couple and something about that drove her wild. In a matter of seconds, she was on him, taking off his clothes as fast as she possibly could. Akito had every intention of leaving love marks all over him so that the world would know he belonged to her. 

When it was over, both were wrapped in each other's arms, still trying to catch their breath. "When our bond broke, I'd assumed you'd want nothing to do with me. I still can't believe we're here, engaged." Her hand was up at eye level as she once again admired the ring. 

"We'll always have a bond. You've been my every thought for as long as I can remember and I don't remember much before you." Akito knew she should've been satisfied with his words. Clearly they had something now that was much stronger than what they'd had before but she wanted more. Possessive as she was, she wanted her DNA fused with his so that they truly would become one. 

"I want you to form a new bond with me. I need it. I need you. Every single part of you, I crave it. I want us to be one soul in two bodies." She sat up in bed, feverishly looking down at him. An idea had come to mind and she decided to provide a proposal of her own. Shigure looked up at his future wife inquisitively. What was she planning?

Before he could say anything in response, she brought her left hand up to her chest, using the ring's sharpness to cut into her own flesh. It was a small cut, one that was hardly noticeable despite the amount of blood that seemed to be pouring out. With wide eyes, he simply watched her. "What are you doing?" 

Without giving him an answer, she placed both hands behind his head and guided him towards her breasts. "Drink it and I'll drink yours. This is the beginning of a new bond between us. It signifies that you are mine and I am yours." Without hesitation, he licked the blood off her chest. As he licked every drop that poured out, he felt the ring cut into the flesh on his neck. "Ahhh," he moaned, quickly getting over the pain when he felt her mouth on his neck, licking the blood that poured out. Together, they formed what they believed to be a sacred bond, one set in blood.

[lavelled]

feeling twenty-two. (I take gummies and two naps a day.)

The Twin Brothels:

The impact-with-a-horse Princess Child Bride story wasn’t factual. But it had your entry-level threats. With rapt attention, the whole world read the equestrian publicity and confirmed that it’s you who causes suffering and tragedy. On a daily basis. Bad things happen because of you.

Dull weekend?

Oh look. The Britannica brothers can Google. Slightly curious: do you have formal duties, debutante balls, any responsibilities that faithfully serve the crown or do you waste a large chunk of the day crafting fake press releases about a one-way deal with an underage peasant girl?

I take Gatcombe Park to mean Catacombs. It also rhymes with hurting Matt R. over a coined sexual experience you tell yourself you’ll get. I can see how your instincts were to squarely threaten me and Matt R. with concussed head injuries, ignoring the direct line between you and numerous untimely deaths. You’ve been unconcerned with my happiness, why should you care about humanity?

Best to avoid all athletes at the ESPY Awards.

There’s a quote of “swift recovery” because Will had fun with his dadly duties. Is this about the fraudulent cancer storyline? Oh no. So dadly. Your mate still doesn’t have cancer. Rather than belittling patients, you should be on a gilded quest to finding solutions to end homelessness; getting residents back on their feet; and helping the overburdened shelter system. Sure. Your housing development project is a cover for you believing you have a vice grip on a v-shaped cottage.

Ever wonder why advisors, known as my team, chose Rose Hanbury to be the ex-girlfriend to invent mistress newspaper headlines? It’s pronounced bury you. Interesting she married a gentleman with Marquess in his title.

Harpy: This is you getting me to partake in epistolary warfare. As crypto-influencer in your secret spot, you were a blocker where I often attempted to write, yet you were turned on by the alphabetized vocabulary of a little girl’s prison literature.

It’s a conflicting job.

Come to think of it, shouldn’t you be abusing royal protocol to assemble a Botswana crowd for your race-based platitudes as you covet the jar preservatives of rapey kidnapped fruit? I thought you’d be too busy to read, what, with your choreographed paparazzi walks near horse manure fertilizer where you get quick child updates from a payroll wife you still don’t live with.

Your press mentioned Thomas, Rachel’s dad.

The disproportionate hatred for Tom Cruise needs examination. Nowhere is this more evident than choosing Thomas for an in-law. Taking liberties with the truth, you’ve pushed this crackpot, flawed story in which Tom Cruise somehow stole a pen-pal from you when you were 0-years-old. What a unique way of telling the world your father got caught being a pedophile. You didn’t know me. Tom knew me. Probably because he was unsteady with newfound fame and he thought I was a melodramatic, wise-ass kid in Nike gear. I was also funny. I don’t believe he wanted me locked away from the world. That serves no purpose. If you considered someone a life-force or a source of light, you wouldn’t shut them out. Your royal family stole me because Tom was far cooler. And I was too goddamn young. You swooped in and stole a little girl’s adulthood to try to save the monarchy from being perceived as a tribe of baby-fuckers.

We all know how you pay the rent: as master of an anti-social contract with those who grew up alongside me, offering up fairytale childlessness and solitude, and then having the nerve to car pool with my industry husbands.

I wonder why Daniel Cleaver, who plays you in a movie, started a HackedOff Campaign; uses a Twit account imbued with choppiness; and follows your information-gathering lawsuit claims in London? He’s also known as William Thacker from Notting Hill. That totals a lot of butchering.

Your loveless contract only symbolizes inside assault.

I meant to include Real World castmembers in the public eye who shouldn’t hurt themselves—we lost one recently—I read about the surfer shark attack and the Dagestan capital and I have a suspicion it’s about him—don’t leave.

K