#i was a careless fool :( and fell in love :( with you anyway :(

[yrsonpurpose]

He’s in stupid, unbearable love, and Henry loves him too.

[myteavsricochet]

I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you.

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?

Sometimes, even now, I still can't.

[mulderscully]

I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even now, I still can't.

[hrhprincedickheads]

And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway.

[alexsandhenrys]

@rwrbmovie & @rwrbsource's rwrbweek: Day 1 | Quote

And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Derek: I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even now, I still can't. Stiles: ...

[mirdanil]

Satoru didn’t consider himself careless— not in the ways that mattered, anyway. Sure, he was cocky, irreverent and loved pushing buttons; but when it came to his abilities, there was no room for error.

Well… even the strongest sorcerer wasn’t immune to human errors.

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The mission had been routine. Satoru hardly broke a sweat dealing with the cursed spirits swarming the area. It was only afterward— when he felt the faint prickle of something weird and foreign creeping through his mind— that he realized he’d let his Infinity down just a second too early.

The thing was strangely… civilized. It asked questions about his techniques and marveled at the way he wielded his cursed energy. It didn’t really seem hostile. And since Satoru didn’t feel like announcing to everyone at Jujutsu High that he’d accidentally picked up a freeloading spirit, he decided to keep it to himself. He’d figure out how to exorcise it eventually. How hard could that be, anyway?

It was fine. Totally fine. Until you came back from your mission in Osaka.

Satoru had felt the familiar signature of your cursed energy lighting up the edges of his Six Eyes like a welcome beacon. And it seemed the cursed spirit felt it, too.

“Who is that?” it hissed, its tone laced with an intensity and greed that made Satoru pause and his eyebrow rise up. “Oh… oh, they’re exquisite. Look at them— no, really look at them. Magnificent.“

Satoru blinked, shifting his weight as he watched you approach from afar. The spirit hummed. When you flashed Satoru a polite smile in greeting, the spirit almost lost it.

“Perfection,” it hissed, practically salivating. „Flawless. A masterpiece.“

And that’s when Satoru realized this was going to be a problem.

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The spirit’s fixation was immediate and intense. From that moment on, it practically demanded to be around you 24/7. When Satoru didn’t react, the spirit’s whispers turned into snarls— and it made him rub his temples in frustration.

It was like it had cracked open a part of his mind he’d locked away. The way your smile made him feel funny. The way your laugh lingered in his ears. Even the explicit comments the spirit made— crude, insistent, and way too detailed— were disturbingly close to things Satoru had thought himself.

“You’re being unreasonable,” Satoru hissed under his breath one afternoon, feigning nonchalance as made his way down one of the hallways of the school.

“Unreasonable?” the spirit snapped back. “I’m the only one here brave enough to say what you’re too cowardly to admit. You want them.”

Satoru sighed before running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want them. I’m just… appreciating from a distance. Ever heard of boundaries? No? Yeah, thought so.“

“Oh, so you calling them „sweets“ is purely platonic?“ The spirit’s laughter echoed, mocking and bitter. “You can’t lie to me, Satoru. I’m in your head. I know everything.”

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He sat in his room, head pounding as the spirit screeched in his mind. “You saw them in the hall and didn’t even say hello! Are you trying to drive me insane?!”

“You’re already insane,” Satoru replied casually, flipping through a manga.

“You don’t get it! They’re right there, and you’re ignoring them. How dare you—”

“You’re loud, you know that?” Satoru interrupted, snapping the manga shut. “They’re a person, not a toy, so maybe chill out for five seconds?”

“Person? They’re a masterpiece! A divine work of art! And you’re the fool standing in the gallery with your eyes closed.”

When Satoru brushed past you in the hallway, offering a casual wave, the spirit fell into a frenzy.

“You idiot!” it shrieked. “You absolute waste of space! You didn’t even stop to talk! How can you be so heartless?!”

“You’re hopeless! They deserve better than you! You should be on your knees, begging for their attention—”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Satoru snapped, his voice low but icy.

He opened his mouth to continue— but then, he heard you calling for him. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

[he-is-everything-11]

"I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire."

"And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway.

(...)

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?"

“I’ll leave,” he says, and he turns back and leans in, “as soon as you tell me to leave.”

"You are the absolute worst idea I’ve ever had."

"Every person who bears a legacy makes the choice of a partner with whom they will share it, whom the American people will hold beside them in hearts and memories and history books. America: He is my choice."

[chavahlahdraws]

okay i see you’re obviously a fan of hmc, as you should, but i have a question cause i read the book but people on tiktok pissed me off (as booktok usually does i’m about ready to get rid of it) and a lot of people were saying it’s weird that people love the relationship even though sophie “didn’t really love him” because she was charmed. but i was like no y’all i thought she really loved him?? like she stays with him to have a kid right so???

ok. here is a real way to comment on this yippee! this is actually aweslome because i get to do my little sophie rant.

first of all and most importantly - sophie was never charmed by howl. quite the opposite, really, which i would argue is how she fell for him in the first place.

“Oh, confound that gray-and-scarlet suit!” Sophie said. “I refuse to believe that I was the one that got caught with it!” The trouble was the blue-and-silver suit seemed to have worked just the same. She stumped a few steps further. “Anyway,’ she said with great relief, “Howl doesn’t like me!”

this is by far one of my favorite sophie moments in the whole book: and i understand the confusion here for more than one reason (will explain more later!) but clearly she’s using the gray and scarlet suit as a euphemism because she’s in denial. after everything she’s seen of him, sophie refuses to believe that she could fall in love with someone who is so intrinsically flawed—however, as we find at the end of the book—they’re the same in that respect.

howl is by no means a bad person or an evil person in the slightest, and despite herself sophie falls in love with him because of his kindness (like most people do, anyway) here’s some times that they bond …

More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! “Well, he’s fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,” she said. “Half the time I think he doesn’t care what happens to anyone as long as he’s all right-but then I find out how awfully kind he’s been to someone. Then I think he’s kind just when it suits him-only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don’t know, Your Majesty. He’s a mess.”

“Behold the new Royal Wizard,” he said. “My name is very black.” Then he began to laugh, much to the surprise of Sophie and Michael. “And what did she do to the Count of Catterack?” he laughed. “I should never have let her near the King!” “I did blacken your name!” Sophie protested. “I know. It was my miscalculation,” Howl said.

Howl pointed a shaky hand up toward the canopy of his bed. “That’s why I love spiders. ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try, again.’ I keep trying,” he said with great sadness. “But I brought it on myself by making a bargain some years ago, and I know I shall never be able to love anyone properly now.” The water running out of Howl’s eyes was definitely tears now. Sophie was concerned. “Now, you mustn’t cry-”

“If you come out here alone, bring your stick to test the ground with,” Howl said. ���It’s full of springs and bog. And don’t go any further that way.”

As she had feared, the hard black-and-white daylight coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were still red-rimmed and his black sleeves were torn in several places. There was not much to choose between Howl and the scarecrow. Oh, dear! Sophie thought. He must love Miss Angorian very much. “I came for Miss Angorian,” she explained. “And I thought if I arranged for your family to visit you, it would keep you quiet for once!” Howl said disgustedly. “But no-”

Howl rose up on his hands and knees with a scramble. “I can’t stay,” he said. “I’ve got to rescue that fool Sophie.” “I’m here!” Sophie said, shaking his shoulder. “But so is Miss Angorian! Get up and do something about her! Quickly!”

Howl looked a little sad, but he said, “We were both hoping you would. Neither of us wanted to end up like the Witch and Miss Angorian. Would you call your hair ginger?” “Red gold,” Sophie said. Not much had changed about Howl that she could see, now he had his heart back, except maybe that his eyes seemed a deeper color-more like eyes and less like glass marbles. “Unlike some people’s,” she said, “it’s natural.” “I’ve never seen why people put such a value on things being natural,” Howl said, and Sophie knew then that he was scarcely changed at all.

and finally…

“Sophie,” said Martha, “the spell’s off you! Did you hear?” But Sophie and Howl were holding one another’s hands and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop. “Don’t bother me now,” said Howl. “I only did it for the money.” “Liar!” said Sophie.

howl and sophie are meant for each other! they compliment each other immensely, and it’s difficult to describe how well they do so concisely. what i can pin it down to is this: nothing is secret between them. they operate like best friends as well as they do as lovers; they never let anything slide between them! sophie refuses to take howl’s shit when he crosses a line, (and howl vice cersa, especially when sophie is putting herself down) but they also know each other well enough to truly know their intentions when they say anything. a great example of this in hmc is this whole conversation:

“Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?” “Not likely!” Howl yelled. “I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell my self I’m not doing it!” Oh, dear! Sophie thought, looking round at the swirling grit. He’s being honest! And this is a wind. The last bit of the curse has come true! The hot grit hit her thunderously and Howl’s grip hurt. “Keep running!” Howl bawled. “You’ll get hurt at this speed!” Sophie gasped and made her legs work again. She could see the mountains clearly now and a line of green below that was the flowering bushes. Even though yellow sand kept swirling in the way, the mountains seemed to grow and the green line rushed toward them until it was hedge high. “All my flanks were weak!” Howl shouted. “I was relying on Suliman being alive. Then when all that seemed to be left of him was Percival, I was so scared I had to go out and get drunk. And then you go and play into the Witch’s hands!” “I’m the eldest!” Sophie shrieked. “I’m a failure!” “Garbage!” Howl shouted. “You just never stop to think!” Howl was slowing down. Dust kicked up round them in dense clouds. Sophie only knew the bushes were quite near because she could hear the rush and rattle of the gritty wind in the leaves. They plunged in among them with a crash, still going so fast that Howl had to swerve and drag Sophie in along, skimming run across a lake. “And you’re too nice,” he added, above the lap-lap of the water and the patter of sand on the water-lily leaves. “I was relying on you being too jealous to let that demon near the place.”

sorry for the chunky quote, but this is super super important for our two silly little characters and their dynamic!!

and as for the misconception that sophie was charmed by howl:

mrs. pentsemmon actually hints when she meets sophie that she cursed the grey and scarlet suit herself (out of jealousy, though she’d never say it) and the original passage says that;

The trouble was the blue-and-silver suit seemed to have worked just the same.

Sophie knows for a fact that she felt the same about Howl when he was wearing the blue and silver suit that she did when he wore the enchanted one, and she knew from that that she most definitely wasn’t affected by the charm.

also! a little note about misconceptions in general: the first time i read hmc, the ending scene felt out of nowhere. but that’s how subtly dwj worked in the character development throughout this story! at it’s core hmc is a character based story, and howl and sophie are the most important characters (sophie especially!) but in the first read through i think we all focused on the plot a little more since we didn’t know that was what it was. every read through since, i’ve seen how howl and sophie fall in love in real time! and it’s undeniable then. :3

anyways! relationships written by a woman always win fr. thanks for listening to my rant if you made it this far. and my good friend @thatfoolsophie if you have anything to add, please do to this already crazy long post lmao :3

[kittyisaddicted]

“I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway.“

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

“But the first time I saw you. Rio. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn’t fit in any rooms. You were talking with Nora and June, happy and animated and fully alive, a person living in dimensions I couldn't access, and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You weren't even a president's son yet, but you weren't afraid. You had a yellow ipê Amarelo in your pocket. I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occured to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?”

[dolorequiem]

I have no idea what I'm doing, this is so random and came from a sentence that crossed my mind. I didn't correct it so I apologize if it's a torture for the eyes (my english sucks sometimes). "She" is literaly whoever you want her to be for Aegon, and honestly that's just a one shot (Aegon isn't a rapist in this thing, need him to be pathetic not loathsome).

Anyway have fun reading it ig ? No warnings it's nothing. (It's very short)

Love ya ♡

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𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 ?

⋆༺⋆°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓆩⚔𓆪

── He missed childhood. He missed how careless he could be, how free he was, how funny it had been to be with his nephews, even when they were fighting.

Now the fight was all different. Freedom was gone, and the crown he had never asked for was heavy on his brow. It was hard to keep a head high, when all he wanted to do was to crawl back in the bed of youth and carelessness.

Of course, alcohol helped in a way but it did not ease all of the burden. As Aegon walked through a corridor, holding himself against the wall to keep his balance, he stumbled on the step he hadn't seen and fell on his knees, his crown dropping from his head and rolling on the floor.

When she saw him lose his balance, she sighed. Her heels echoed on the stone floor as she walked toward him and bent down, picking up his fallen crown.

Aegon felt humiliated. His hand shot out, trying to reach for it but he just stumbled on his knees more as she pulled her hand away, holding the crown high above her shoulder. He gritted his teeth as he saw the look of judgement on her face. He felt like a child and he hated that, he hated this gaze, it was like his mother's. Cruel, disappointed...and careless, in a way.

"Give it to me." He said, voice cold as he got to his feet.

He hated being made a fool of. And that was all he felt like, a drunken fool. Her eyes swept over his disheveled form, his black cape splayed on the stone as he stayed sat. He had given up on trying to stand, leaning his back against the nearest wall.

"What, this?" She looked at the dark iron crown in her soft hand, and the little rubies in it. "It seems too heavy for you," she murmured, her voice soft like honey, but holding the same bitter-sweet taste as it.

Aegon's eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth some more. It was clear, she knew he was drunk, and she was mocking him. It only increased his irritation. She'd go around and tell the whole castle how awful of a king he made, how awful of a human being he was.

"Give it back!" he repeated as he tried to reach for the piece of jewelry.

She intercepted his hand by taking it in her own and helped him to stand back on his feet. Her fingers were warm and soft in his sweaty palm, her grip stronger than he expected.

He stared down at her hand, the way it fitted in his, the rings on her fingers cold against his skin She sighed, letting go of his hand once he was settled on his feet, her fingertips lingering on the back of it.

Aegon remained quiet, staring at her. He could have her head. One order, and she'd be dead for having snatched his crown like this.

"Careful where you make it fall, one day it will roll at the feet of someone craving it," she ended up murmuring, holding the heavy iron piece up and setting it down onto his brow.

Aegon was still, listening to her words and feeling the weight of the crown on his head again. Gods, he hated it. The crown of the conqueror, yet he had nothing to conquer. He should, he should want to take those lands, this power back from his older sister Rhaenyra... but it felt wrong. He just wanted to crawl back into his bed and sleep endlessly, away from duty, away from the title he never asked.

"Do you crave it?" He asked, looking down at her. "The crown, I mean."

"Power is a poison. Yet when you taste it, you need more." She shook her head, her hand falling of his crown, now sat back upon his silver white hair. "I'd rather stay away from the throne."

She was right. This crown was pourring poison right into his glass of wine and one day, he'd choke on it and die, murdered by the weight of a burden which wasn't even his.

"Wise choice." Aegon said, nodding, his eyes now trailing from her hand, up her arm, to her face.

She looked up at him. "You should chose wisely too," she whispered, before she walked away from him.

She had seen right through his inner conflict.

Aegon stood there alone, following her with his gaze, a hand against the wall to keep himself steady. Maybe he should just fly to Dragonstone and give his crown to Rhaenyra. She was kind, she would spare him. And maybe then he'd go live a quiet life, somewhere is Essos.

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⋆༺⋆°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ under the light of the seven 𓆩⚔𓆪

[myteavsricochet]

"I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?Sometimes, even now, I still can't."

[inlovewithquotes]

I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even, I still can't.

-Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor

[henryzalex]

Nick looking at Taylor with that smile....

"I thought, this is the most incredible thing! have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway."

[fromkenari]

Waterloo Letters #4 (3/4): Hometown stuff

Here’s an idea: Do you know, I’ve realised I’ve never actually told you what I thought the first time we met? You see, for me, memories are difficult. Very often, they hurt. A curious thing about grief is the way it takes your entire life, all those foundational years that made you who you are, and makes them so painful to look back upon because of the absence there, that suddenly they’re inaccessible. You must invent an entirely new system. I started to think of myself and my life and my whole lifetime worth of memories as all the dark, dusty rooms of Buckingham Palace. I took the night Bea left rehab and I begged her to take it seriously, and I put it in a room with pink peonies on the wallpaper and a golden harp in the center of the floor. I took my first time, with one of my brother’s mates from uni when I was seventeen, and I found the smallest, most cramped little broom cupboard I could muster, and I shoved it in. I took my father’s last night, the way his face went slack, the smell of his hands, the fever, the waiting and waiting and terrible waiting and the even worse not-waiting anymore, and I found the biggest room, a ballroom, wide open and dark, windows drawn and covered. Locked the doors. But the first time I saw you. Rio. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn’t fit in any rooms. You were talking with Nora and June, happy and animated and fully alive, a person living in dimensions I couldn’t access, and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You weren’t evena president’s son yet, but you weren’t afraid. You had a yellow ipê-amarelo in your pocket. I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even now, I still can’t. I’m sorry things didn’t go better with Philip. I wish I could send hope. Yours, Henry P.S. From Michelangelo to Tommaso Cavalieri, 1533: I know well that, at this hour, I could as easily forget your name as the food by which I live; nay, it were easier to forget the food, which only nourishes my body miserably, than your name, which nourishes both body and soul, filling the one and the other with such sweetness that neither weariness nor fear of death is felt by me while memory preserves you to my mind. Think, if the eyes could also enjoy their portion, in what condition I should find myself.

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 298-301). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

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