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youredreamingofroo · 8 months ago
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How do you feel?
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[There's little details in most of these pics, so click/tap the pics to see those better :)] [ Names, Colors and Emotions/Feelings under the cut ]
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Red - Anger Nirvana represents Anger, Rage and Strength
Orange - Fear Hero represents Fear, Danger and Caution
Yellow - Joy Ithuriel represents Joy, Comfort and Happiness
Green - Jealousy Onia represents Jealousy, Envy and Possessiveness/Possession
Blue - Sadness Kyneva represents Sadness, Pessimism and Fragility
Purple - Mystery/Mysterious Roo represents Mysteriousness, Confusion and Frustration
Pink - Love Leo represents Love, Passion and Desire
Brown - Security/Secure Carter represents Security, Resilience and Responsibility
Black - Grief Phoenix represents Grief, Guilt and Isolation
White - Ease Nanel represents Ease, Calmness and Hope
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comiiical · 1 year ago
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"Don't be afraid of the horse, just hop in. I'll be behind and i promise you nothing will happen. It's just the better way to get up to the mountain. On foot, you'd end up wanting to be carried by me, and I know I can look like one in a certain area, btu I am definitely not a horse." There was a lght touch given to the bright brown mare standing in front of him, his gaze looking at the other without hiding the teasing joking smile to try and calm the other down naturally without using his powers to force the emotions to soften.
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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years ago
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Super fluffy cute happy fluff with Zach Wellison and his budding girlfriend cooking bacon mac and cheese together, please.
Thank you for your request my dear 😊 wrote a short little piece, I hope you enjoy 😊
You’re my Home
Pairings: Zach Wellison x f!reader
Warnings: pure mush and fluff.
Comments and reblogs are really appreciated 🥰
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Zach threw his key on the stand as he entered his apartment, body completely exhausted after a gruelling day at the restaurant. Closing his eyes he takes in a deep breath, his senses quickly filling with the aroma of your cooking. A smile slowly forms on his lips as he makes his way into the kitchen. Leaning on the door frame he watches you, chopping something, hips swaying to the music coming from the radio and that familiar feeling of warmth washes over him.
You were dating for about six months now and although he initially wanted to take it slow, he couldn’t help but fall head over heels for you. Moving away from the door frame he walks towards you, arms wrapping around your waist startling you a little.
“I could get used to this.” He says as he kisses your neck.
“Get used to what baby?”
“Coming home to you.”
“Well I know you’ve had a hard week so I thought I’d let myself in and cook some Mac and cheese.”
“With bacon?”
“Yes of course! I know it’s your favourite.”
“Can I help?”
“If you want to get the pot out and cook the pasta, I’m just finishing chopping up the bacon and spring onion.”
You both worked effortlessly in the kitchen together, you threw all ingredients into the pot and he stirred. You set the plates out on the counter and when the mac and cheese was cooked Zach took it off the hob.
Coming up behind you he pulls you in close, nuzzling into your neck.
“I love you so much baby.”
“I love you too! What’s gotten into you, your very needy tonight?”
“Just…well I’ve been thinking and what I said earlier about coming home to you, I’d love if that happened everyday.”
“Well I can be here, that’s not a problem you gave me key so I can let myself in…”
Turning you to face him he kisses you softly on the lips before leaning his forehead against yours.
“That’s not what I mean baby. I want you to move in with me, only if you want to I ….”
“Yes! I want to move in with you.”
“We can start moving your stuff in this weekend I can borrow the truck off Jake.”
“Are you sure this is what you want, I know you wanted to take things slow after everything.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Ok I lied it’s the second thing I’ve been sure about, the first is that I’m going to marry you.”
“What?!”
“Hmm Hmm. I haven’t stopped thinking about it the last few weeks, I want to spend the rest of my life with you baby. Being homeless after coming home made me realise that life is too short and it can change in an instant. I want to seize every opportunity with both hands? And what I want more than anything is a life with you. A house or apartment aren’t what make a place a home, it being surrounded by people you love. You’re my home!”
The tears were flowing freely down your face, “I don’t know what to say I…I love you so much Zach and I want all that too.”
He kisses you again before pulling back, “ok I’m starving so why don’t we grab a bowl of Mac and cheese, glass of wine and soak in a nice hot bath?”
“Sounds perfect. I’m going to like living with you.”
He slaps you on the ass, “now get that fine ass upstairs and fill the bath, I’ll bring the rest.”
“Don’t take too long. I love you.”
“Love you too baby.”
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katmk36 · 4 years ago
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Dreaming of his Phoenix
He entered the dream world where there was a creature that took his breath away.
Then a man appeared saying “Come to me!”
He has never experience this strong of an emotion before.
As their faces got closer Grey woke up.
Ryker Labeikovsky is by @izayoichan
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henrycavillju · 7 years ago
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@henrycavill departing f/Cowdray House ready f/t finals of Jaeger-Lecoultre Gold Cup." via @phoenixheli
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yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen · 4 years ago
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Celestial Reads - Ezra (Prospect)
A/N: This is for Shop Week 2 Day 13. Ezra is the perfect man to find inside an Antique book shop and I hope you love him as much as I do. This is also a tribute to my favorite play, Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting and liking. 
Pairing: Ezra x F! Reader 
Warnings: Nothing, this is fluff and I love it. 
Word Count: 1.7K 
My Masterlist 
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When you paid for your book, you kept talking about how much you were looking forward to it, so I read it too out of curiosity, and we bonded over it AU- Ezra (Prospect) 
The bell rang as you stepped inside Celestial Reads. The antique bookstore was tucked into a dilapidated shopping center, both of the neighbors long vacated. You breathe in the scent of leather and incense; the smoke slowly rising up on the counter with an antique cash register, the buttons raised. The room was enormous, the outside not showing the proper size, kind of like the Tardis. 
Shelves covered every square inch ahead of you, books piled high all the way to the ceiling. Around are several old lamps with a series of mismatched shades; some flowers, other bright pops of color. Each one seemed to have a lightbulb at different brightness. A worn leather brown couch with a few tears here and there sat against one wall next to a counter with a tea kettle and a coffee pot. Hanging over it were various hooks of size and shape, a plethora of cups on each one. You walk over and inspect closer, chuckling at the variety. A Chewbacca mug next to one from the London underground, the whole place was quirky. 
"Well, that sound is sweeter than the coo of a dove," you place a hand on your chest and spin, letting out a small gasp. "Apologies, I didn't mean to frighten you." A man steps from the shadows taking your breath away as he comes into the light. "My name's Ezra little Dove; I own this establishment." 
You stare at him a moment longer before shaking from your stupor. "Oh, you didn't. I just wasn't expecting anyone to speak. I'm alright." He smiles, and you feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach. He's classically gorgeous like the knights from your novels. Tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome with an unusual patch of blonde sticking out of his dark brown locks. You reach a hand out, introducing yourself, and he doesn't return it. 
"As much as I would like to meet your handshake Dove, I am unfortunately without the use of my right arm, but if you'd switch hands, I would be welcome to hold your hand." You observe the way his quarter-length grey shirt is cinched on the right side and mentally scold yourself, reaching out with the other hand. 
His hand is warm and firm as he envelopes your hand in his own, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss on the back. The butterflies are furiously battling to escape as you meet his dark brown eyes alight with more mischief than the god Loki. "Pleasure to meet you, Dove; what can I help you find this beautiful Autumn morning?" He releases your hand, and you feel the tingles travel up and down your arm, quickly clearing your throat. 
"I am on a treasure hunt," he grins at you, "and I was told that if anyone had my treasure, it would be you." 
"Well, then you've come to the right place; Celestial Reads is filled with treasures just waiting to be uncovered. What are you looking for?" 
"I was told you might have an old copy of a William Shakespeare play, Much Ado About Nothing? I know I could buy it anywhere, but I don't want some shiny new copy. I want one with-" 
"Character?" You smile and nod as he turns off into the mountains of books. "Follow me," he tosses over his shoulder, and you follow him deeper into the labyrinth of books. "Have you ever read the play before?" 
"When I was a little girl, my Grandfather read it to me; it was his favorite book. I remember loving it so much that my parents took me to see it in the park. I was at the gym the other day, and they had a sign for Shakespeare in the Park, and they're doing that play, so I thought it would be important to reread it." You smile, thinking of your memories with your Grandfather and how much it meant to share that with him. 
"Are you more a Beatrice or a Hero?" You stop and stare at his back, the way his shoulders, broad and robust, fill out the shirt lovely. He pauses, not hearing you, and turns, giving you a bright smile. "Are you alright there, Dove?" 
"Yes, I just I haven't read it in so long I don't really know who I am. I remember being obsessed with Hero when I was a girl. Wanting to be swept off my feet and fall in love with the handsome Claudio." He turns and keeps watching but staying closer to you now. "Even though he was a moron and believed the Prince's evil brother and almost lost her forever." 
He lets out a booming laugh and goes around another corner. "I'm sure it was not the intention of Shakespeare; he probably never imagined a beautiful young woman calling Claudio a moron." 
"You think I'm beautiful?" his steps falter, and he turns to you, reaching a hand forward and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 
"Yes, I do, Dove." You tremble, and he lets his finger graze your cheek before turning away to scan the shelves. He reaches towards the top of the rack, his shirt rising up and revealing a trail of sun-kissed skin. "Ah! Found it!" he pulls a worn cover down and blows on the surface, a small plume of dust sprinkling onto the ground. He hands it over gently like a newborn babe, and your face lights up with joy, hands smoothing over the aged leather. 
When you look up at him, tears have gathered in your eyes, and you give him a silent thank you. Following him out the labyrinth and back towards the antique register. The sounds of the keys are loud, and you smile, thinking how wonderful it truly fits in the space. He tells you the total, and you hand over the money, completing the transaction. 
"Thank you so much. I can't wait to reread it and relive the romance." 
"Would you come back when you're finished?" Your eyes widen, and he smiles, "Have I been wrong in my assumptions?" 
"What do you mean?" 
"I felt the spark when your hand touched mine, the way your eyes light up like a Summer's day when you smile; I would very much like to see you again. And not just as a customer." 
"Oh, oh," you feel the heat rise up your neck, "I would like that too, Ezra." 
"How about we exchange numbers, and you can let me know when you finish the book? Maybe we can meet over coffee and discuss it?" You nod and reach into your pocket, handing him your phone, unlocking it. 
He hands you his own, and you plug your name into his with a small emoji of a dove next to it. He laughs when he sees it, and you giggle at his name with the book emoji next to it. "There is something I think I should tell you, Dove, before we move forward." Your stomach plummets, immediately fearing the worst. "Oh, it's nothing so bad; I just have a daughter. Well, she's adopted, but she's mine. Her name is Cee. I know some people would rather not date a single parent." 
You smile, "It doesn't matter to me, I would still like to go out with you." His smile could rival the sun, and he reaches across the counter for your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. 
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You and Ezra kept in contact, meeting several times for coffee and dinner, discussing the play and your lives. You'd even met Cee, the spitfire blonde teen who worked at the coffee shop down the street. It was obvious the feelings of love between them were mutual. After about a month, Ezra got you all tickets to see Much Ado About Nothing in the park, just like when you were a child. 
The play just as magical if not more than you remember with Ezra at your side. As Beatrice pours her heart out to Benedick, Ezra puts an arm around you on the checkered blanket and holds you close. Your head rests on his shoulder, he drops a kiss to the top of your head. Saying the lines along with the actors. You lift your head up and follow along, repeating Beatrice's lines of love to him as he portrays Benedick. 
"May a man do it?" he mouths, and your smile before responding. 
"It is a man's office, but not yours." 
"I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?" The butterflies return tenfold at the look in his eyes. Your lips tremble as you repeat the next line. 
"As strange as the thing I know not. It was as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
"By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me." 
"Do not swear, and eat it." 
"I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.
"Will, you not eat your word?"
"With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee." 
"Why, then, God forgive me!" 
"What offense, sweet Beatrice?"
"You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.
He whispers to you aloud this time. "And do it with all thy heart." 
Your eyes fill with unshed tears as you declare quietly against his lips, "I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest." He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, and Cee lets out a disgusted sigh. 
"There are children present," she teases, and you both break away laughing and letting out half-hearted apologies, but you can tell she doesn't really mind. Having had revealed to you how happy she was that her dad finally had someone to make him smile again. 
He smiles down at you and kisses your lips softly again. "I love you," he whispers, and you melt under his gaze, repeating it back as he tucks you close. Cee resting her head on his other shoulder. The three of you content and happy with your new-found family. 
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