#ella answers things

[dxckgrxsonx]

thinking ab brat tamer!jason making reader count how many times he’s spanked them and he’s cooing, feigning forgiveness before he shoves his fingers in them, not allowing them to cum the whole night😋

ufghhh yes <3

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he forces you to count them out even when your voice splinters and shakes. its almost pathetic really when he hears you start to whimper and cry after the seventh smack, hands coming back to feebly block his next hit. he has to clench his jaw to stop the smirk from pulling at his mouth when you mis-count, words jamming up behind you teeth. “oh little bird, let’s start from the beginning again, huh?” your answering pleas almost make it worth putting up with your behaviour.

the really worthwhile part for him is driving you up to the edge and leaving you there, dangling at the precipice of something euphoric just to wait for you to slip back from the brink. only to get you back there again, suspended, aching. he strokes your hair and smooths his thumb over your wet cheeks as you beg to finally, finally come.

and he lets you believe he’ll let you come, “okay sweetheart, you’ve done so well for me and I forgive you for being such an ungrateful brat. you can come.”

but he stops touching you. right when you shudder to the tips of your toes. right when you blink away your tears and thank him so prettily. he just stops and pushes two fingers into you, so tight and wet and desperate.

the noise you make nearly kills him.

“you’re so stupid baby.” he says and crooks his fingers inside you, just to listen to you cry out his name. “only good girls get to come. and I don’t think you’re quite there yet.”

[elshells]

Genuine Question, Y'all

Actually, there's two of them

Do you want me to tag you when I participate in tag games?

AND

Would you like to receive writing asks from me each week (Worldbuilding Wednesday, Blorbo Blursday, Storyteller Saturday)?

If you vote, please consider reblogging with a comment on what you voted for! Or if you'd rather stay anonymous, you're welcome to DM me with any specifics you'd like to give.

ALSO, if you vote yes for any option, I would appreciate it if you let me know your pronouns and what name you'd prefer to go by, just so I can cover my bases and make sure I'm addressing you appropriately!

[aroace-number-eight]

We all know the epilogue in the series wasn't exactly the best, but which character do you think had the best/most fitting ending?

It's been a while since I read the series in full, so I might answer this again later to see if my thoughts have changed, but I think Ella has the best ending out of everyone. She's not bound by any duty, she's free to relax, she has few hangups from the war, and she just does her own thing. She's not the only person who seemed satisfied in the epilogue, but I think she had her cards dealt pretty well

[meaniezuchinni]

Hi! What is your all time favorite song and why? 👀

Pom, why are you asking such hard questions?

All time??? Favourite song???

Probably.... "Danse Macabre" by Camille Saint-Saens.

[elekinetic]

Sending u asks for plane.

Okay, imagine the party take a trip together and they have to fly.

How does the plane ride go? Like does anyone have plane anxiety, do they eat way too many snacks, etc.

um. we don’t have to talk about how you sent this the LAST time i was on a plane.

OKAY so sticking w my personal headcanon that karen and hopper negotiate government payouts to all of the kids (full college rides, trusts, etc) as reparations for the utter bullshit they’ve been put through (and in exchange for their silence), i think the party takes a group vacation after they graduate high school. their parents are super hesitant to let them out of their sights, but they deserve some fun and dustin has an aunt in florida so it’s not even like they’re gonna be all alone, okay?

getting to indianapolis from hawkins just to get to the airport is a nightmare. the party had a sleepover in the wheelers’ basement so that they could just get up and go the next day, but one crazy movie marathon and two bottles of cheap sparkling wine nancy slipped them later, it is a struggle to pull their asses out of bed. the party has never been particularly punctual, so maybe it takes holly shouting down the stairs and dustin whacking his friends with pillows for them to get a move on. they have to be at the airport in two and a half hours, and it’s a three hour drive. well, usually. lucas climbs in the driver seat of the wheelers’ station wagon (mike: “shouldn’t i drive? it’s my car!” everyone: “NO.”) and races down the indiana highway, pushing 95 in a 70. it’s fine! he’s a great driver, really, and there’s no one out cause it’s five am (jesus christ) and listen as long as NO ONE tells their parents, it’s fine. el insists they blast the radio, and max — who basically pushed mike down the stairs so she could call shotgun (that’s not what happened, asshole! it totally was! guys, c’mon. what? he started it!) — indulges her ever madonna loving whim. will smiles and grooves along while dustin and mike white knuckle grip their seats.

they pull up to the airport and get their luggage checked with like, ten minutes to spare. they get settled into their seats with a sigh of relief, way in the back of the plane. they all sit on the same side of the plane, two sets of three seats right in front of each other. el, max, and lucas sit in the front, with will, mike, and dustin behind them. dustin immediately pulls out a blanket, pillow, sleep mask, and earplugs (“you’re laughing now, but i’m gonna sleep like a goddamn baby while you fuckers whine about neck pain all week.”) and promptly passes out. el and max quiz answers in a teen beat magazine she picked up from a newsstand (“is that really necessary? we’re already late!” el, gravely: “it is the most necessary.”) max idly curls her hand around lucas’ as he flips through an old comic.

will tries to doodle random passengers on the plane, but mike is freaking the fuck out and they haven’t even taken off yet. so, will shuts his sketchbook, props his chin up on his elbow, and asks mike what he thinks of this new campaign concept he heard about. mike starts rambling about how yeah sure, reintroducing mirakil is a cool concept but his motivation makes ZERO sense now that his family is dead and c’mon, lipiria is RIGHT THER—-hey! [max shoves her seat back at the same time dustin elbows him.] he gets so wrapped up in his spiel that he doesn’t even realize they’ve taken off til they’re a quarter into their flight. he’s still super anxious and gets up like three times to walk around the aisle before will makes them switch seats. mike can’t stop bouncing his leg, and his knee is pressed right up against the seat in front of him (because the leg room on this plane is abysmal, and he made sure to let everyone know that when they first sat down). el pops up and turns back to him:

“i understand why you are upset. we are in a very big metal box and are very high up. it does not make sense why we are not falling to our deaths.”

“um, el, i don’t know if that’s helping him—“

“i make things move with my mind, mike. that does not make sense. stop kicking my seat,” she huffs, and plops back down to her seat. mike goes red. will stifles a laugh. max giggles from where she was seemingly asleep on lucas’ shoulder, who’s eyes are twisted shut, asleep.

dustin wakes up just as they touch down in florida. he does not hesitate to share his frustration that they did not save ANY airline peanuts for him. (he refuses to hear them when they tell him that the peanuts weren’t even that good, or when they point out that he has a peanut allergy.)

[teecupangel]

yooooo! About the Poe/ Deaf Desmond au. Imagine him getting sent back to Altairs time like that, and the assassins are like “???” Till Altair asks the Apple what Desmonds deal is and it shows him. Cue Altair trying to figure out how to kill a man who doesn’t exist yet

Since this is deaf!Desmond and we’re going for my interpretation of the limitation of the curse (instead of @twitcherpated's which has a, frankly, much more deliciously angst-filled criteria) then this means that Desmond gets sent to Altaïr’s time by the time he had lifted his curse by accidentally making himself deaf.

In this scenario, Desmond would mostly rely on written words to talk to anyone and he is actually deliberately not trying to learn how to read lips in the off-chance that reading lips would activate his curse.

So when the Apple tells Altaïr the truth about him, Desmond freezes for a moment because he had never thought of the Apple being able to circumvent one of the orders he still can’t go against with:

Do not tell anyone.

Even when he wanted to tell Altaïr. Even as his chest hurt and his breathing grew shallower and shallower, he had wanted to tell Altaïr so many times before but he always stopped because he feared that he would breathe his last.

And he didn’t want to die.

Not when he was free here, far away from William Miles and the Brotherhood he had kept together and ‘fixed’.

He could not be an Assassin anymore, it was too dangerous for someone who cannot hear to be an Assassin.

But everyone was kind to him here in Masyaf... even if Desmond knew many of them were only kind to him because...

Altaïr…

Altaïr was here and he accepted him even though they both knew Desmond was hiding something.

He had thought that peace was finally over, that it would shatter like glass and crumble like dust now that Altaïr knew the truth.

So when Altaïr held him tight instead, Desmond could do nothing but let the tears fall from his eyes.

Because he could feel Altaïr’s warmth…

… could feel the slight trembling of his arms as he held Desmond tightly.

And Desmond…

Desmond returned his embrace as tight as he could.

Because even if he could not hear Altaïr’s voice… Even if he could not hear the words he spoke…

He knew him enough to know the words he wished to tell Desmond.

And that…

That was enough.

[3584-tropical-fish]

for the ask game, 24 and 4 perhaps??? :D

whats a compliment about your art that has always stuck with you?

Oh gosh, everything that anyone has ever said, really. But I feel like i have to just. <33333!!!!! about anything tumblr user camlannpod has said about my art for their show. I love drawing Camlann art and it makes me so happy that I can return that happiness to them!! Everyone listen to Camlann right now. It’s so good

piece you wish got more love?

I had to think for a minute but you know what? The TMA clue board I made with my friends. I don’t think that showed up in the tags, but we put. So Much effort into that and I had really wished that more people would see it. Lia especially made an absolutely STUNNING board for it, and I was really happy with all the cards I made!! It’s also just so fun to play. We get dressed up and I bake something and make tea/hot chocolate. Highly recommend. Posts about it here and here :D

[lionofchaeronea]

Favorite song of all time?

Ooh, boy, this is a toughie. To be honest, my answer probably changes from day to day. But if I must pick just one...

[nomniki]

bf hcs for literally any group: reader buys them a teddy and they name it & sleep with it and everything! pls i love giving people teddies, it makes me so happy to see people looking after them!! :)

I IMMEDIATELT STARTED THUNKING OF HYUNJIN :(( sunni imagine getting into crotchet or smth right? and you kind of suck at it to be honest, but you gift hyunjin your first creation anyways. it was somewhat of a gag gift, after all it didn’t look much like anything other than a blob of brightly coloured green yarn with two uneven eyes. it was supposed to be a silly gag gift, one of those “oh this is u” moments but he actually LOVES it ??? like absolutely ADORES IT.. sends you selfies every single day with that misshapen lump in his arms, balanced on his shoulder like some ugly mutant pea but all of your insults go unheard. he refuses to give it back, even when your skills improve and you offer to make him another plushie or at least fix all the beginner mistakes but he refuses to let you near his pea. i wouldn’t put it past him to make an instagram account for it.

[its-tortle]

❤️‍🩹

Ooh, can I fall asleep and feel you for a minute? Can I take my broken heart and let you heal it?

send me an emoji and i'll tell you what song it reminds me of!

[covertstrings]

answered meme ♡༉ ⟆ maggie w. ella ⟅ url sent ; ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

"easy for you to say, you're not the one with the scratch," maggie replied, annoyed. "i mean .... do you even need to do this? can't i just let it like heal on its own or whatever? is the medical attention really necessary?"

[dxckgrxsonx]

Anon who's never been romanced before here, once again. Brat tamer Jason is detrimental to my health and making me feel things. Help.

Aaaaa stop i've been thinking about him all day 😫

You're mouthing off and he just grabs your jaw in one hand. Holds you still and shuts you straight up without saying a word. His eyes are flashing, lighting up like a goddamn bonfire and you try to pull out of his grip but he won't let you.

“What’s wrong? Not getting your own way?”

You tell him to shut up and he just smirks before shoving you to your knees.

"I can think of better things you could be doing with that bratty mouth."

Feeding his cock to you inch by inch. Stretching your jaw. Groaning when you get his length spit slick and aching. Pushing into your warm, wet mouth and nudging the back of your throat. Gagging around the fat, leaking tip of his cock and him shushing you,

“Not got much to say now, huh?”

Pushing you down until your nose is pressed against his navel, holding you there just so he can feel your throat convulse around him. Pulling back so you can breathe and drool all over his cock before pushing fowards again, stuffing your mouth and cutting off anything you want to say.

“There you go.” He coos, sliding his hand around the back of your head. “Who knew that the best way to shut you up was to get your mouth around my cock.”

[peculiarbeauty]

revoeu asked: show me again, and this time, let me see if i can do it, too!

BELLE IS GRINNING. " my father taught me this at a young age. do not stress too much , ella ! it takes practice. the book always needs a special touch , so i enjoy drawing a few key memories into the booklet. maybe .. something that reminds me of a resident of the castle ! for lumiere , it can be a little complex. i tend to settle for a candlestick. beast is a secret romance novel enjoyer. i like to draw to the best of my ability two lovers. i'm definitely not the best at drawing .. but it is the thought that counts ! "

[saturnznct]

he holds the baby for the first time | enhypen x reader

➸ note; hehe my first fic back!! very much in my engene era again so expect more enha fics! hope I'm not too rusty

➸ word count: 2159 words

➸ sangyoon, sam, ella, eunhye, yeeun & serin; newborn

➸ warning(s): bloody imagery(?), breastfeeding, premature birth, c-section, mentions of breathing tube

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heeseung

So much could happen in the span of a year.

Heeseung couldn’t believe that in just one year, you had gotten married, found out you were pregnant on the same day, been through a whole pregnancy, and now your son was finally here.

‘He is the cutest baby there has ever been,’ Heeseung declares once he’s all cleaned up and laying on your chest.

‘You say that now, wait until we get home and he keeps us up all night long.’

‘Doesn’t make him any less gorgeous,’ Heeseung grins, ‘just like his mummy/mommy.’

‘I don’t know if that’s the best word to describe mummy/mommy right now.’

‘No, I think it’s the perfect word. You have never been more beautiful to me than you are right now.’

‘You’re cute,’ you roll your eyes, ‘I hope he looks like you.’

Heeseung turns his head to kiss the side of yours, and in that moment you yawn.

‘Oh, I think mummy/mommy needs a nap Yoonie.’

‘Hmm, I agree… Will you be okay on your own?’

‘Don’t worry about us,’ Heeseung gives you a reassuring smile, ‘you need to focus on getting rest. We’ll be just fine.’

Heeseung ever so gently lifts Sangyoon from your chest, cradling him in his arms.

‘Wake me, if he needs me,’ you mumble sleepily, turning onto your side and closing your eyes.

Heeseung settles on the couch beside the window, laying across it.

He briefly scrolls through his phone, reading notifications and answering a couple of text messages but finds he cannot tear his eyes away from Sangyoon for too long.

After a few minutes, you’re clearly asleep, face relaxed and body rising up and down rhythmically. 

Heeseung whispers to his baby boy. 

‘You’re perfect, aren’t you? I didn’t expect for you to happen so soon but.. I’m so grateful you came along when you did.’ 

Heeseung knows that you can’t really tell a baby’s features for a while, but he swears Sangyoon has his nose. His chest fills with pride.

‘I love you so so much Sangyoon-ie.’

jay

Jay had not stopped crying since the moment his son was born.

The moment the tears would begin to subside, he caught a glimpse of his baby boy laying in your arms and his eyes would become glossy again. If you’d told Jay nine months ago that this is where he would be now, he wouldn’t have believed it. But starting his family with you felt so right, like the most natural thing in the world.

‘He looks exactly like you,’ you mumble tiredly, gently rubbing Sam’s head with your thumb.

‘You think so?’

‘Oh yeah. Daddy’s twin.’

Jay’s heart leaps at the title. He studies Sam’s face for a few moments.

‘You know what, I think you’re right,’ he says, ‘Your genes stood no chance against mine.’

‘M’not complaining.’

‘Good genes all around.’

By now, Sam was a couple of hours old, and you had been doing skin-to-skin with him for some time. Coupled with the exhaustion of the birth, your eyes are growing heavy.

‘God, you must be exhausted,’ Jay notices your worn out demeanour.

‘It’s been a long day,’ you chuckle.

‘C-can I take him from you?’

‘You don’t have to ask, you’re his daddy.’

You sit up a bit, allowing Jay to take Sam from you more easily.

‘Hi baby boy,’ Sam fusses a little bit, ‘it’s okay, I’m your daddy.’

Sam’s fussing quickly turns into weak wails, and Jay’s expression drops.

‘No, no, don’t cry, please- Y/N, I think he wants to be with you-‘

‘Jay. You’re fine, just keep going. He’ll calm down.’

He looks totally out of his depth, but perseveres, continuing to shush and comfort the baby.

‘You’re okay, you’re safe, it’s just me, your mummy/mommy is still here, see?’

Sam eventually settles, cries reduced to gurgles.

Sensing his small victory, Jay is beaming, more than you’ve ever seen before. Again he can’t help but think about how natural but so foreign it feels to have his own baby in his arms.

Jay awkwardly rocks Sam, ‘I can’t believe you’re really ours, my son…’

jake

Through his career, Jake has been able to travel the world and experience so many unique things, but nothing will ever come close to watching you give birth to Ella.

You had planned for a home birth, feeling as though your home would be a comforting setting and make the process easier. You’d pictured maybe giving birth on your bed or maybe even the couch or a beanbag (not considering the mess) so it was a bit of a surprise that you wound up in your large bathtub. But, you had insisted, at the time.

Jake had sat in with you, and with the help of the midwife, had delivered Ella himself. He’d held her for just a moment, holding her under her arms as he transferred her to you, but even just that one touch had him longing for another. Jake knew how important it was for Ella to get to know yours first, so he pushed his feelings aside.

The both of you were so mesmerised by her big shiny brown eyes and little sounds that you hardly noticed the fallout from the birth pooling below you. 

‘We should really give you a hose down, Y/N,’ your midwife gestures to your separate shower, ‘are your pyjamas still laid out in the bedroom? You can get into bed afterwards.’

She leaves to grab your change of clothes while you and Jake make the awkward first handover.

Jake wanders into her nursery while you step into the shower with the midwife’s help. Ella’s hands peek out from the blanket, grasping at the air. 

‘Oh wow, hi baby,’ he whispers, holding out his finger and fitting it under Ella’s curled little hand.

Ella gurgles and spit pools between her lips, which Jake gently wiped away with the blanket. 

’You’re so tiny, almost feel like you’re gonna break.’

Jake slowly rubs her hand with his thumb.

‘Let’s put some clothes on you.’

Jake lays her down on the changing table, choosing a floral print onesie and putting it on her, just like how he learned in your antenatal classes.

He gently lifts Ella up again, taking her into your bedroom to wait for you. 

He tentatively lifts her tiny head to his lips, pressing a kiss to her forehead.‘You’re my beautiful girl, aren’t you? Gonna do my absolute best by you. I promise I’ll look after you, always.’

sunghoon

This was absolutely the greatest day of Sunghoon’s life.

His beautiful baby girl had come into the world safely, and she was everything he’d hoped for and more.

He couldn’t look at her for more than a few moments without tearing up or going on a tangent about how much he loves her and you.

He secretly (but not so secretly) had hoped for at least one daughter, and when you found out Eunhye was in fact a girl, he was ecstatic.

The moment she was born and he saw her for the first time, it was as though his heart had doubled in size, as if it had to grow bigger to make room for just how much love he had for his daughter.

Eunhye was barely two hours old when she fed for the first time. The midwife helped you with the actual feeding, getting Eunhye to latch on properly, while Sunghoon supported you more with encouraging words and helping you drink water while your hands were occupied.

Otherwise, Sunghoon felt a little unhelpful, standing at a distance and just watching. 

It was blatantly so difficult for you. The feeding hurt, your entire body ached and you felt pain all over, and he was essentially powerless.

‘She’s eating well,’ the midwife commented, ‘she’s got a good appetite.’

‘Wonder where she gets that..’

‘It’ll get easier, Y/N. You’ll both get used to it and it will hurt less and less.’

Eventually, Eunhye tries to pull away, signalling she’s done. The midwife turns to Sunghoon.

‘Dad? You want to burp the little one?’

‘Hoon?’

Sunghoon is taken aback, suddenly uneasy.

‘Is it okay?’ He asks you.

‘Hoon, you should take her. Let her get to know her daddy.’

‘Okay, Sunghoon, if you just lift her from under her arms- that’s it- rest her on your shoulder, one hand here, the other on her back.’

Eunhye feels tiny in his arms. The midwife instructs him on how to properly burp her.

‘This won’t hurt her, will it?’ 

’No,’ the midwife chuckles, ‘you’d know if it was.’

Sunghoon’s head is craned around to look at her face, unable to look away.

’You’re doing really well, Sunghoon,’ the midwife praises, and a few minutes later, Eunhye burps, then whines.

‘You’re okay, you’re okay,’ Sunghoon pouts, ‘you’re just amazing, aren’t you?’

sunoo

‘She’s an angel,’ Sunoo is just radiating pure happiness and pride. He practically has hearts in his eyes looking at your newborn daughter, who was cooing in your arms.

’She’s perfect,’ you agree.

Your baby girl’s eyes are only half open, but she’s clearly studying the two of you. 

‘Hi, baby,’ Sunoo says softly, ‘we love you so much.’

‘We really do,’ you smile.

Sunoo leans across to kiss her head, and when he pulls away he rests his hand on her head.

’Her head is so small, fits in my hand.’

‘Didn’t feel very small when it was coming out of me,’ you remark pointedly, and he winces a little.

‘Of course, I didn’t think of that. You did incredibly.’

You could see how eager Sunoo was to be close to her, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. 

‘Do you want to hold her?’ 

Sunoo’s eyes gloss over.

‘Is that even a question?’

‘So no then?’ 

’Shut up, give her here.’

She doesn’t fuss in the slightest when being passed to Sunoo. 

‘Oh hello my pretty angel,’ Sunoo handles her expertly, like he was made to be a dad.

He lifts her up to kiss her forehead, and lingers there for a moment. 

’She smells so good,’ Sunoo chuckles, ‘like a proper baby.’

‘She is a proper baby,’ you point out.

‘You know what I mean. I almost don’t believe she’s real. Don’t believe we really made her. She’s so pretty, it’s almost like I’m holding a doll.’

Sunoo rocks her while shifting his weight between his feet, eyes never leaving her face, warm smile never leaving his.

‘Yeeun,’ Sunoo says suddenly.

‘Huh?’

‘She looks like a Yeeun.’

You mull it over for a few moments.

‘I like it,’ you nod, ‘Yeeun it is.’

Sunoo somehow brightens even more, so proud that he’d named his daughter.

‘You’re my beautiful girl, Yeeun-ah,’ he repeatedly kisses her head, ‘I promise I’ll love and protect you always.’

jungwon

You were thirty-four weeks when your waters broke, and Serin was rushed into the world. 

She was tiny, barely five pounds. 

Jungwon held your hand throughout the whole surgery, and was reluctant to leave your side when Serin was taken away and you were being stitched up.

Serin was quickly referred to special care, and you were taken along with her. 

‘How does she look?’ you ask Jungwon, while your baby girl is getting hooked up to the equipment.

‘She’s beautiful,’ Jungwon holds your hand again, squeezing it gently, ‘so beautiful. She’ll be okay.’

For hours, you feel hopeless. You feel so empty, and you ache to hold and be with your daughter. 

Jungwon convinces you to get some sleep, which after the long day you’ve had, it finds you easier than you thought.

You wake up to Jungwon shaking you gently.

‘Baby, look who it is.’

He helps you sit up while Serin is wheeled into the room in a crib. 

She has patches on her body, to monitor her heart rate and breathing, and a breathing tube in her nose. 

‘She’s very healthy Mama,’ the midwife says, ‘just needs some help with those lungs.’

‘Can- can we hold her?’ you ask weakly.

‘You can,’ the midwife smiles.

You sob when she’s finally placed on your chest and you get to do skin to skin. 

‘Look at her,’ you cry, and when you look at Jungwon, he’s wiping away tears.

He opens his mouth to speak, but chokes out a sob of his own.

An hour flies by and the midwife returns, both to check on you and the baby. You feed Serin for the first time.

‘Daddy, would you like a hold?’ The midwife asks, and Jungwon’s heart skips a beat.

‘Can I?’ he asks you, and you nod.

The midwife helps, keeping the wires out of the way. 

The moment Serin is placed in his arms, Jungwon’s entire world changes.

‘Hey Serin,’ Jungwon says softly, ‘hi sweetheart. You’re our strong girl, aren’t you?’

Tears roll down your cheeks, hormones and stress of the day catching up to you.

‘Our fighter girl,’ he muses, ‘you are so so loved.’

[elekinetic]

Who would want to confess first, Will or Mike? Do you prefer for it to be the on a whim, accidental type confession during an angsty fight OR a mutual realization, soft/fluffy type confession? Why? :)

Hope you have a great day!

hello anon! i hope you have a great day too :)

frankly i think will already has confessed first. once mike realizes that el didn't commission the painting, he's gonna put the pieces together. slowly, very slowly, but together nonetheless.

id do it like: mike finds out about painting. feels weird, also gets pissed abt will lying. will+mike fight 2: electric boogaloo (abt the painting). breaks bad. theyre not necessarily on speaking terms. mike has time to think (like episode long type time), still in a lot of turmoil but calming down a little. group mission, will gets in serious danger. once he's saved, mike just like...holds him. has his "i can't lose you" moment. that's mike's confession.

[rorygilmre]

came to your blog to tell you I love your rory gifset and then saw your header so now I'm here to say that both of them are gorgeous 💖💖

ella you complimenting anything i make is the HIGHEST praise 🥹 i would like to take this moment to say i adore everything you create, thank u