#love ur imperfections every angle

[starryknight565]

OUGH THIS ONE HAS A LITTLE KICK TO IT

imagine being a shy little intern at jujutsu high and getting the fattest crush on gojo because he’s just. so strong and cool. you idolize him. you want to be his friend. and he seems to take a liking to you; he’s cheery and encouraging and sweet in a roundabout way. you feel like you’ve grown pretty close to him.

imagine him falling asleep right next to you on a sofa in the cafeteria. you can barely tell, with his blindfold still on. but you scurry away to find a blanket, happy that he trusts you enough to rest in your proximity, ready to wrap it around him —

only for it to slip right off. rejected by his infinity.

(he never turns it off, around you.)

[jilonie]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏 𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙋𝙊𝙉

Jungkook X Y/N

•Future Smut / chapters / love /mafia au /heartless jungkook /love&hate/ romance

𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨:) 𝙞𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙. 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜💘

sneak peak:

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸- 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘯.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳. “𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.”

CHAPTER 1

You were walking. Fast; Really fast. All you could see was black. A darker black than the cloth that covered your eyes. hands. Harsh hands; 6 hands locked on your arms and on your shoulders that you knew would’ve created purple-greenish spots that would hurt like hell. You realized you were in a tunnel speeding through the unknown. Echoes of their keys dangling with one another combined with the never ending tapping of their footsteps irritated your ears. As soon as you lightly shook your head and sighed in exhaustion, you felt a hand against your head violently grabbing a pile of your hair and forcing your head to face forward. “we’re almost there please stay with me” he said. You didn’t know who it was. He sounded soft yet hungry; it was a husky voice that filled your ears and hit every nerve. He sounded rather trustworthy. Rather maybe safe.

Eyesight was still forbidden. Hot air hit your skin at an instant, sending vibrations of satisfaction down your spine as you entered a room and finally stopped.

“I wanna see.” a delicate sound escaped your lips and they knew you weren’t like the others. You weren’t scared of anything; in fact, it amused you.

“Fuck, how is she like this?” one of the men whispered to the other.

“Boss told us she’s a power house. He needs her.” he answered failing to make sure you couldn’t hear. Your red lips turned into a smirk as soon as they placed you on a chair; dead silence filled the room as you waited for the Boss. Strands of hair caressed your cheeks as you waited.

Suddenly rays of light became one with your eyes and he became visible to you. It was the mafia boss. The king of darkness. He was unbeatable; nobody dared to speak of him, steal nor go against. He was quite formally dressed; a serious looking man yet dangerous scars covered the left side of his face creating maps of pathways into the depths of his fearless soul. He scanned your face in surprise of how beautiful you looked. He kneeled in-front of you placing his tattooed hands on the arms of your chair.

“Y/N,” he took a long pause as he tilted his head not breaking the eye contact with his eyes piercing into yours. A painful tint of exhilaration stormed inside you. “You’ll be training with my secret weapon. His name is Jungkook;” he continued, “You know why you’re here young Y/N. Don’t let me down.”

You grew up in the black money, drugs, fame and most of all risk. Your father was the original boss of the mafia. The man even god feared. Lee Keith known as ‘The Boss’, was his right hand man he always relied on. Your father knew you’ve always had this burning flame inside you since the days you smiled as you watched his men kill people; you showed no weakness. As you got older you were the seducer. You’d tend to make the other gangs you’re father was against, gain your trust and told you all their plans and secrets. You were a magical power with eyes darker than the demon but face so irresistible, so stunning; you were a stamp in their memory, difficult for them to forget you.

When your father was killed, your mother took you and ran away from everything and everyone for a good 5 years. You had to be somewhere safe since your protector was dead and all gangs in the dark world your father had beaten, knew you and would die to have you. Until your mafia found you again. You were home.

“Take me to Jungkook.” You spoke in pure confidence even though you knew nothing about him. You had never seen his face however during the fights you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He fought so elegantly yet dangerously; he’d kill numerous people in a matter of seconds and get out with one or two scratches. He’d always wear his mask, even inside the mafia. His face was a mystery; a mystery you wanted to solve.

They dressed you with a mask similar to Jungkooks, black sleeveless top that hugged your silhouette, baggy pants and boots, hair half up half down , purple hair tie paired with fighting gloves. You walked up to the disguised fighter. He was taller than you. Your eyes darted on his arms; his arms exposed of how much he worked out yet the outline of his scars scattered around them were concealed with his tight armor, but still popped out. You noticed a small “Jk” written on the left side of his clothing. He was masked. Your masks became a barrier between both of you. Your only source were your pair of eyes .

“So your the girl the boss has been bragging about?” he said. He sounded rough; a rough angelic voice you don’t hear everyday. You crossed your arms,

“So you’re the Jungkook secret weapon thing right?” You answered.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and cracked his slender fingers looking at you in amusement. “Okay princess; cut the attitude.” he rustled. You stepped closer towards him and whispered as his eyes scanned your ones. You made him nervous.

“make me.” He liked that. You made the blood in his veins rush in adrenaline of pure euphoria. He saw you as a challenge. He wanted to make you just like him.

“ I wanna see you fight.” the tone of his voice darkened.

“I wanna see your face.” You answered back causing your mask to change shape as you smiled. He laughed shaking his head in irony as he stretched his arm exposing his sculpted biceps that led your mind to a whole new world of pleasuring thoughts about him. “Who made you think your that special love?” he answered.

You tapped his nose with your gloved finger, “Oh i am.”

You both trained like animals for a month, restless. You trained with other fighters but you both exchanged looks here and there. You could feel rays of energy blossom inside you whenever he watched you fight. It’s funny how much of an impact he had on you. The thing was, that it was two sided. He impressed you and he knew it; whenever you were around he’d do some flips kicks and tricks in hopes of catching your attention.

Your break had just started after a long session of fights and shooting. you panted so hard sweat was dripping down your pink cheeks. Your vision blurred and your head spun but you could see him coming. That was the first time in a whole week that he’d approach you; his silhouette started running towards you faster and faster as ur sight faded gradually.

“Jung-“ was the only word in your mind as you couldn’t feel your legs anymore.

“Y/N” Jungkook shouted as you felt his hands catching you; then, blank.

You woke up. Laying on a bed. All your eyes processed was the white ceiling. Your head felt like someone banged it on the ground about 100 times; It was logical considering the amount of times you got hit. But you were the best out of everyone except him. Your eyes adjusted to the world as you slowly picked yourself to a sitting position. You were alone. Theres was only a bed, a first aid kit and you.

You couldn’t stop thinking of him touching you as you collapsed even though you felt it for only a split second. His touch felt different from anything else that ever came in contact with your skin. You didn’t know why you felt that way and it killed you; he was the one who broke your stone wall of emotions. He was the weakness. As you sat there you could feel a breeze on your face. You panicked; the mask. Where was it and why isn’t it on you. You touched your bare face missing the feeling of not being trapped around a cloth for the whole day.

The door slammed opened as Jungkook rushed inside in agony looking to see if you were ok. But why did he care? He froze and studied ever corner every angle ever perfect imperfection of your beautiful face with wide eyes. He stood there just looking at you when you felt insecure and looked down breaking the intense contact. You felt your heart in your throat and fireworks blasting in your stomach from what you were experiencing and with who it was.

“Y/N,” he paused as he stood 5 feet away from you watching you sit there on the bed without your mask. He cleared his throat and shook his head trying his best to swallow every feeling, every letter of your name every aspect of you. He took a deep breath and continued as you watched in shock,

“you should continue practicing, you have 10 minutes to get your head straight.” He turned around ready to leave as he displayed his v shaped back to you sending questions in your mind of how would it look like without the cloth on top.

“Jungkook!” Your innocent voice found the courage to flow. He stopped still his back facing you; you didn’t know what to expect. He shook his head and you sat there observing in anxiousness.

“Fuck Y/N don’t say that” He said softly.

“Why? Why are you being like this. I fucking don’t know what it is about you i haven’t even seen your face and-“ You gave up. You felt weaker and weaker as you spoke; even embarrassed. He sighed loudly placing his hands behind his head as if he gave up on everything.

“I know i’m gonna regret this later but i can’t fucking help it.” he said as he walked towards you. He took his mask off and slammed his lips onto yours. A world of breathtaking feelings grew inside you in a matter of seconds as he guided his hands through your hair. Your hearts beating like wild animals trying to break out of your chests.

The world stopped and the barrier exploded in the most beautiful way none of you ever expected. He needed your kiss; he kept kissing you, and you kept letting him to. Finally the kiss broke and you looked at him. He was the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on. It was a wild beauty. His darkness was only in his eyes yet his face was delicate. His brown hair fell perfectly on his eyes caging the shimmer of his universe which consisted of all shades of black but all kinda of the brightest stars. His jaw a knife and his lips your drug. He still held on to your hair in elegance,

“Please, please don’t stop” You whispered as your voice broke.

“ From the moment i fucking saw you that first time i couldn’t stop thinking about you. You fucking mess me up Y/N and i don’t even know you.” he explained while caressing your cheek with his warm thumb. “Whenever your around you fuck me up; the only thing i think about is you Y/N and how- how you’d look in my arms every night without that stupid mask on.” he searched your eyes desperately trying to find an answer.

“Jungkook we cant be together.” Your eyes were tearing waterfalls as glistening dots of water ran in pain.

“I know.” he sighed his eyes not leaving your lips. You both knew it was forbidden to be together in the mafia. Rules were feelings not to exist what so ever for whatever reason. He kissed you again. The sensation drilled down your spine only by the feeling of his hands on you. Lips against yours. Anything that was Jungkook was your desire. He released your hair and stood up in defeat. His eyes drowned in the worst waters of his storm of emotions. You felt a knife piercing its way down your throat. He was still looking down at you as he spoke

“Practice starts in 10” His voice shaking as he forced these words out of him. He wore his mask and walked out of the room. Your stomach crumbled; Love turned into sorrow. The secret weapon broken.

CHAPTER 2

Your eyes pinned on the door that Jungkook exited from. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t move but your heart said otherwise. It spat strong bullets of blood into your veins and caused tears to fall so quickly you felt like you were drowning in your own pain. Was it because its him, or the fact that it ended just like that? Your mind was nothing but blank. It was either blank or his name.

You swore you couldn’t feel your feet dangling from the bed. It was as if he’d already taken a part of you with him from the moment he placed those soft lips on yours 3 minutes ago. That fire everyone admired about you, that fire that everyone envied about you, blew out because of this boy and the barrier he destroyed that nobody ever could even if they had the best weapons or the longest time in the world. You picked yourself up as your hands tried their best to wipe away the tears and conceal the pain.

You just stood there in silence. The only sound alive, was the sound of your delicate breath trembling as you inhaled and exhaled in hopes of calming yourself down. You started walking out the door, fighting anything in your mind that wanted to stop you from doing so. The scene where he took off his mask and revealed his incredibly handsome face was replayed in your mind on a big screen as if it was something everyone had to see, but in reality it was only for you. He wanted to do this only for you; he took it off only for you.

You felt your legs weaken which made you almost too certain that you wouldn’t make it until the practice room without bursting into tears. You finally spotted the door for the room in the distance and you stopped. You knew he was in there wearing his mask as a shield to hide his pain and not his face. The thought of this made a tint of lightning trail down your spine in the worst way possible.

Your eyes scanned fighters that went in and out the practice room. Each one stopped to look at you for more than a second which reminded you that your mask was missing. You lacked your shield of pain; you lacked the only thing you had left to cover up the mess. You rubbed your arm in nervousness as you found the courage to start heading for the room.

The door was slightly open and you could see fighters of all kind, being occupied with trainers everywhere. That was your chance to get in without anyone noticing and you took it. You trotted inside your eyes fixed on your trainer. You let your long brown hair down in hopes of covering your face that failed to do so.

“Y/N you’re extremely late..” The trainer hissed as his neck vain literally popped out. He was big and his muscles were like big unbreakable mountain rocks that looked even more fearsome with his missing eye.

“I- i’m so sorry, i was just um-“, you stuttered as you struggled to get rid of the idea that Jungkook was there.

“Where is your mask?” he interrupted you, eyeing you as if he’d never seen a beautiful face in a long time. You looked at him with wide eyes; The tension was at its max as you felt a burn trail down your throat.

“I don’t know” you answered while touching the space of your face where your mask was supposed to be. He shook his head in disappointment as he grabbed your hand. It was a grab identical to the one you felt when they held you that first time. You knew he was the one who admired you. He chose to train you.

“Fighters gather round and sit in a circle,” He roared so powerfully you could feel the floor almost vibrate. A sea of masked men covered in black, forming a big circle while having their eyes flaming in hunger was enough to make your fingers tingle in exhilaration. The atmosphere was intense and all 50 pairs of eyes were darted on you.

“You all know Y/N,” Your trainer announced leaving you in a maze of pure confusion. Your heart dropped as you raised your eyebrows looking at him in fright.

“Weapon, step forward.” He continued. Everyone gasped silently as they knew he’d put you up against the Weapon; You felt your lungs and heart igniting altogether as you processed his name. A patch of fighters slightly moved to the side to let him pass through as you darted your vision in that area. You could feel heat boiling up inside you as he stepped forward; he was a dot inside the circle, you were the one he’d have to fight.

You parted your lips in disbelief and looked at him right in the eyes, as you always did before you unraveled his face; It was you and him as everyone else sat around you. He traced you everywhere. His eyes sped in all directions of your body. His red double glazed glistening eyes full of pain were too exhausted to fight, yet the choice wasn’t his and definitely not yours.

“SET, FIGHT” The trainer shouted, his voice echoing ringing a bell in your mind as you took position immediately trying to make yourself think the one standing opposite you isn’t the boy you love. Jungkook took a deep breath and whispered just enough for nobody to hear,

“Come on love, show me that fire that i love about you.” You kicked, he grabbed; you spun, he avoided. You kept on fighting and fighting as if you were worst enemies. He couldn’t beat you easily as you fought just like him. Identical to him. Two flames intertwining causing a deadly fire; That was your connection. He grunted in surprise and growled in difficulty as you tried your best to fight him. Not because you wanted, but because he asked for it. All the fighters stared at your every move intensely, rather impressed of your power against Jungkook. You could hear nothing but the sound of needles digging through your ears yet you strongly felt Jungkooks hands grab every action you did.

You loved it. You loved the pain he opposed on you. It was a burning feeling of euphoria, too strange to explain. He grabbed your legs and pulled as you fell on your back, next thing you knew he sat on top of you pinning your arms on each side as his face was a thread away from yours. His wet hair acted as curtains in-front of his eyes. The heat from his body felt hot on your skin as you panted in need for air; or him. The thought that he was on top of you at that moment made your world flip and his mind freeze. His eyes not leaving your exposed lips.

“Fuck i can’t hide it,i want you,” he growled silently as he held your hands even tighter.

“i- i want you” you mouthed as he picked up each word that escaped your lips.

“Jungkook won this round” Your trainer said as Jungkook got up, shattering the contact between your bodies. He stood and looked at you as you were laying down below him. He couldn’t take the thought that je might’ve hurt you physically after the fight.

“God what did i do to deserve her.” he mumbled on the cloth trapping his lips as he slowly pushed back the hair in his face revealing his perfect eyebrows. He keeps touching you with those eyes but nothing else. He can’t do anything else. Suddenly he got dragged from your vision. The chemistry between you two was so vivid, your trainer grabbed Jungkook and took him further away to talk in private. You panted looking around the room as one of the other fighters approached you to help you get up.

He held his gloved hand out. You noticed a tint of his pale white skin being exposed between the end of his shirt and the beginning of the glove. You placed your hand on his and he pulled you on your feet elegantly. Rose petals fell from your cheeks and covered your body with something that feels like trust. His eyes took over yours as he gazed at your unmasked self. Naked exposed face all for himself. His eyes led to a mysterious ocean filled with whole new blacks and blues. A different beautiful from Jungkooks.

“I refuse to believe how good you are at this.” His voice so seductively soft, impossible to exist. He seemed to be an angel in disguise.

“Thanks” You answered. You flashed an innocent smile as you were about to leave, however he touched your arm and interrupted as you,

“Im Jimin by the way”. His grip felt warm, soft, heavenly.

“I’m Y/N” immediately escaped from your lips.

“i-i know” he sighed; he sounded rather hopeless as he walked away before you had the chance to say anything.

You stood in place rubbing the bruises Jungkook sprinkled all over your arms. A soft smile was formed on your face cause you knew the bruises were left on you as love bites from him. You felt it. Your tight armor was slightly ripped revealing your belly button. You did fight like lions.

Everyone was occupied practicing non stop as you sat against the wall, your legs exhausted and lips dry in need for some life. Faces of nurses dressed in green, on top of you checking you; mending you. You could feel them chatting quickly as they wrapped a wound on your leg in such speed yet smoothly since they do this nearly every 2 hours.

You rested your head on the wall and tilted it to the left as a nerve in your eye identify Jungkook right away. You couldnt resist the attraction even if you tried to swallow every piece of it. He was quite far away yet close. The trainer was talking to him yet his attention was on you. The doors to his soul were concentrated on to you as you could feel your trainer telling him something serious yet you couldnt make up what he was saying. You crossed your eyebrows in heavy concern as Jungkooks expression changed to the worse.

He glared at the ground in immense fright as your trainer started poking at his shoulder harshly. Your stomach dropped 5 stories down and your legs became numb. What was happening? What have they found out? You tried your best to focus on them as your vision became uncontrollably watery. Next thing you knew Jungkook stormed out and banged the door.

•••

2:32 am and you tossed on your bed. Your room. Number 97. It was the newest room made just for you yet rather small. Sleep was against you and the moon wasnt sinking in the ocean any time soon. The only source of light was the lamp next to you but nothing much. It was just enough to process where you were.

“Get out of my fucking mind” You whispered in desperation as you could feel your mind travel from each imperfection to every perfection of him. It was torture for you. You forced a tattoo of the letters ‘cant be together’ on each layer of your brain, but even that wasnt strong enough. Nothing was. Your face met with the palm of your hands and exhaled in exhaustion as you sank in your pillow waiting for the moon to enchant you to sleep.

Torture.

Your door handle twitching was what broke the silence. You shrugged in panic as your covers hugged your legs but he managed to get in. A tall figure was approaching you as your instinct made you throw a punch, yet your mind and eyes failed to process the fast encounter. He grabbed your hand and covered your mouth with his other hand. A familiar touch. You felt an army of sharp knifes break through your spine in a time span of 2 seconds as he held you in place.

“Hey hey princess it’s me, it’s Jungkook” Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and created his features in your mind as you had bare faced Jungkook a thread away from you. His soft voice stroked your ears as your heart lifted causing your body to fall into his arms. His hands shaking as he held your face finally having your lips onto his. The world stopped; you both found home. His hands explored you everywhere as you swathed your arms around his long neck, kissing as if that was it. As if forever wasnt an option. He broke the kiss as you leaned in for more, both lost in eachothers hearts as if everyone else in world disappeared.

“Y/N,” he muted his tone as he placed his forehead on to yours,

“ Your trainer know what’s going on but i dont fucking care. I really don’t, i only want you. Just thinking about your touch drives me insane i-“ he shook his head left and right as he spoke as if he just let out everything he ever felt, he knew it was a sin for the mafia. He sold his soul.

The weapon bloomed into a magnificent rose consisting of breathtaking reds and pinks yet filled with deadly thorns. You hunted in his eyes as you touched his cheek

“I dont know what to do Jungkook i really dont. How about we act like-like we dont know eachother or-“ you tried to come up with something as his eyes reflected hope, he wanted this; he yearned you.

“ Ill do anything literally anything, but fuck ill miss my fingers in your perfect fucking hair.” Before you could even answer you felt his lips mark sloppy kisses on your neck as you lolled your head back feeling every nerve of your body boil in pleasure.

“Jungkook i-“ You forgot how to speak as you held on to his shredded arms. Those sinewy arms of his, left you breathless only by the thought of them on you; You felt his muscles clench and unclench as he grabbed your waist tightly. You lost it. you wanted him.

“Y/N im not gonna leave you, ever, i promise on my fucking life.” he kissed you again and again

“Please dont leave me” You panted. Your heaven stopped as you felt the absence of his body from yours. The door was wide open and 4 people grabbed him dragging him out of your room. Panic.

“Y/N” he roared as his powerful outline fought for freedom. “OH MY GOD NO JUNGKOOK” You cried as you were held in place by 4 hands caging your every source of movement.

“Boss was right, inject her” a voice pierced your eardrum and destroyed every grain of hope.

“What are you doing to me? Where the fuck are you taking him?” You unstoppably struggled to break away from them as they held you even tighter. A voice from behind you awakened

“To you? Nothing. But Weapon, you’ll find out sooner or later.” You felt your heart split with the strongest most unbreakable sword not even God could control. Yet again, you went blank.

[soularia]

In some versions of Origins, Cullen's a combination of Amon Goeth, Emperor Palpatine and Voldemort...and he is a rapist.  In the version of Origins I have (Ultimate Edition from GOG), he's an awkward 19-year-old who doesn't know how to talk to girls.

I was one of the people who couldn’t understand what the big deal about him was during the Origins/DA2 era but during DAI, all the noise prompted me to look into the character.  This is his dialogue with a female mage during the origin story.

This is one line that I’ve seen people use against him:

HoW RoMaNtIc YoU tElL uR cRuSh ThAt U wErE gOiNg To KiLl HeR...then the same people turn around and swoon over Alistair’s awkwardness.  Is it normal to be nervous around the person you like?

He’s probably internally freaking out and had million of things running through his head: stay calm, be cool, don’t say anything stupid.  Then he does just that.  I bet he realized what he said right after the words left his mouth and wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

Cullen: I’m so glad I didn’t have to kill you

Cullen:

Cringelord Cullen.

They should’ve kept “questioned whether I could’ve helped you...” in the actual dialogue, ugh.  Cullen, you fool!

He can barely form a coherent sentence and says stupid stuff in Amell/Surana’s presence, and people act like he’s forcing himself on her every night.

What are you thinking of that’s really inappropriate, Cullen?  What fanfiction were you writing in your head?

His crime is having feelings for a Female Mage Warden...as if people have the ability to control who they fall in love with.

The problem with the fandom is the complete absence of nuance lol.  Rules (and the like) are cut and dry, but it doesn’t always translate well into reality because we’re human, imperfect and messy.  In this case, Mage/Templar relationships are forbidden but this didn't stop many from getting involved with each other, if you talk to Enchanter Ellendra in DAI, those kind of romantic entanglements seem common (Greagoir and Wynne?  It seems Greagoir never got over how Wynne hid his son from him, and I like to think he picked Cullen to slay Amell because he was trying to prevent him from going down the same path).

I think I got a toothache.  What a 𝒞𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓃.

As for power dynamics, here’s another angle: it's Amell/Surana who has a lot of power over Cullen.  She figuratively stripped away the armor and revealed the man inside.  Cullen probably feels completely exposed and powerless around her, not able to completely hide behind the Templar persona.  If Amell/Surana wanted, she could've exploited this for her benefit (and no, I don’t mean sex but manipulation).  It's a bit like blood magic, except it's not...maybe this is why he goes full Militant Templar after Broken Circle and turned into a massive asshole during the early half of DA2.  He feels terrible about his affections because it’s against the rules (this is also due to him being new on the job).  His train of thought must’ve been: years of training, discipline, study and all it took was a girl/a look/a smile...surely his torture at the hands of the blood mages was a judgement from the Maker for failing to be a proper Templar...because proper Templars do not have feelings, proper Templars do not think about people they were watching over that way.

Some (not all) Cullen hate reminds me of Tifa hate:  it’s done in bad faith (hE cAlLs AmElL/sUrAnA a “THING”1!1).  On the other hand, some fans are...cringy.

And this is how I started shipping Cullen with my warden (post-Inquisition, pre-Origins Cumell is meh).  I’d like to extend my heartfelt gratitude to the fandom for pointing me in this direction.

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Hi, love your backgrounds A LOT! I love drawing colorful rooms and places as well, but one question... How do you deal with perspective? Do you free hand it?

(perspective Anon - I'm asking because your perspective looks nice and right but smooth at the same time, not sure how to explain. It's not stiff and looks natural. So I just wanted to know if you use any tricks and tools or if that's in ur head! Have a nice day💌)

hey anon! first of all, thnk you very much! as for how I deal with perspective, I do freehand my backgrounds and handle angles by eye and what looks or feels right for a scene, which sometimes involves purposefully misplacing or exaggerating angles and lines.

while I don’t use any grids or quantifiable tricks for perspective in my work, I have had a fair amount of technical training in and lots of practice with perspective drawing. for anyone looking to develop their skills with perspective, I would highly recommend looking for traditional perspective tutorials and practicing a lot. it can be a bit dry, but it’s honestly very helpful to know the rules of perspective in order to stretch and bend them.

one bit of wisdom that I gained from a drawing teacher of mine that stuck with me was that using a ruler will teach you how to use a ruler, but drawing a line freehand will teach you how to draw a line - so in addition to traditional technical drawing with a ruler using the rules of perspective, I would highly recommend simply freehanding scenes and things just based on observation.

above all, have fun with it! my frustration with not getting perspective perfect every time held me back from drawing backgrounds for a long time, but being able to embrace little imperfections in perspective allowed me to make less stiff looking drawings that are fun to draw instead of frustrating. I hope that helps!

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snow jacket ❄️

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Hi I was curious if u could do a fanfic or imagine with Jerome and Jeremiah either expanding on ur ticklish suggestion about them or them together cornering the reader and tickling them ? Maybe 😂

“Jerome. Not now.”

The root of tongue is envenomed with only a slightly bitter hint of aggravation. With timeless dexterity, one disgruntled hand extracts the projectile wad of masticated gum from impeccably trimmed combover.

“These are salient blueprints. Mr. Wayne made his urgency very clear on this project. I can’t have any distractions as an alias.”

Vicinal to the toilworn man’s hunched form, a pallid, fresh-faced ginger boy idled behind, head saturated with a fiercer auburn shade to his hirsute mane.

At the word “alias”, the sprite, young flame furrows his brow, intuitive enough to know it was one amongst an ever expanding lexicon of his brother’s technical linguistics and not, in fact, referring to dual personality. It was moments like these that convinced him of his twin’s estranged relation to automation. At times, more machine than man.

“So our dear old whore cleans up her act, sends you to study with Christ himself, and now you inherit the delinquent gene.” Jerome grins, unblemished, roseate lips pulling taut against smooth cheek. “Nature vs. Nurture, huh?”

Jeremiah can’t resist the nanoscopic twitch gracing that equal complexion of rose that paints his lips. Jerome’s use of the term ‘delinquent’ was, for once, germane. A genius, his brother was, undoubtedly. Although not readily apparent. All the same, despite the compulsion to gnash teeth before admitting said genius, he could be smug about the fact that his twin’s intellectual scope was fairly limited with special regards to the stabilised reticles of language. Which, speaking of, for all his unusual fascination, relating to the more unrefined margins of text, he wasn’t too keen on the adopted sobriquet for their mother.

“Why do you insist on calling her that?” Annoyance reflects sharply from one lens of thick frames. The strength of his eyeglass prescription was complementary to that of his work intensity, multiplied exponentially by the raw vexation encroaching upon his momentous occasion of solitude. Solitary pursuits were a venture fit for Sisyphus when your residence was, quite literally, a circus. Fortunately, with a certain charming redhead being the crew’s bread and butter, his performance time alleviated Jeremiah’s increasingly diminished pilgrimage to perpetuated seclusion.

Desperation was no less evident in the numerous layers of labyrinthine schematics scattered about the sectioned corner of personal living space that was their trailer. The nagging hiss that was his addled conscience would lecture him with every revisit of revision to those contiguous lines devising winding paths of confusion. Much like his mind, there were hesitation marks marring every bend. Imperfect. Incomplete. A distant yet intimate siren, shrieking with the pained cries of divorced morality.

“Force of habit.” Much to Jeremiah’s discomfort, his shoulders tense to a greater extent as gloved hands seize them in a firm squeeze.

“Term of endearment.” Jerome’s feverish heat of breath fans his ear with foul notes of Uncle Zach’s porridge medley. A piping hot soup consisting of dubious chunks, from only Satan knows what, of which Jeremiah had often likened to fresh vomit recycled as dive bar cuisine.

“Who doesn’t love a good pet name?”

Jeremiah’s attempt to shrug him off is futile.

For a hot minute (pun intended), Jerome sighs with a fervour akin to impending calenture. Jeremiah pauses; swallows. Viridescent eyes narrow as those leathered fingers flex from grasp.

If geneticists needed identical twins for an experimental group concerning the proposed shared frequency of thought, he’d be the first to volunteer an inkling of empirical verity to the semblance of (one-sided) telepathy.

“You work too hard.” Jeremiah could hear the frown punctuating his complaint. “Broski can’t spare a blink to play hide-and-seek.”

Jeremiah scoffs internally.

“All work and no play makes Mr. J a dull boy.”

In a matter of milliseconds, Jeremiah ejects from his swivel chair, making a jarring jerk of velocity to Jerome, who catches it in time to see his pristine second half flaring at the nostrils, chin jutted in defiance. Nimble fingers ball into fists.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Jerome whistles. 

“Ho-ho. Look at Potty Mouth here.” 

He’s amused by this sudden surge of ire. Tendrils of shoulder-length hair tickle his face, displaced from the brunt of chair’s assault. Lips curl to a sadistic smirk.“Basketball Diaries got it right with the damage done by Catholic schools. They must be putting an extra spice of sin in those cafeteria lunches.”Jeremiah begins to grow restless. Cornered like a mouse. Jerome blocks the only entrance/exit and Jeremiah wants nothing more than to sprint from the looming clutch he anticipates.

“I mean it, Jerome. Don’t come any closer.”

“Or what? You’ll tell mommy?”

Jeremiah’s lips press into a line, huffing through the nose at his mocking sad face.

“Oh, lighten up, Poindexter. After all these years, you know it’s inevitable. Or would you file a restraining order on your dearest brother because of one silly little fear.”Jerome wags his fingers in the air, as if in preparation for surgical operation.

“Or, should I say… delicate sensibilities.”

Jeremiah sears him with a glare.

“Either way, you can’t escape what’s coming.” Jerome pushes the chair aside, beginning to approach with measured steps, each smug stride of gait further inching Jeremiah into his desk. One jolting misstep generates a force of impact resulting in a single lamp being shifted, taking refuge from table to adjoining bed, still arranged in disarray.

Per reflex and muscle memory, he can’t not put the apparatus back in its proper place. It is here where his execution deals a grievous error.

Jerome leaps in for the kill. A flurry of lank limbs waltz in the tangled heap of sheets and devices of precise measurement. As a comet shower raining down to impress its lingering tease of touch upon the earth, Jerome’s fingers commence a loafing ascent from the heaving man’s chest beneath, pressing firm in gradual increments as the same pulse of vibration begins to quicken.

Jeremiah, pinned under, hips nestled between his brother’s thighs, burrows his head to the side with scrunched eyes. Glasses were askew. Hair, now an unkempt thatch fraying at the seams. Those same fingers, correspondent in structure and build, cling expectantly to the cool expanse of unwashed fabric.

“Proceed, fair jester. Do your worst.” Vaguely quivering monotone is his defeated delivery, seasoned only by savoury aftertones of dry humour.

Jerome is possessed by an awful stretch of smile. One so wide as to give the illusion of a person who suggested scarring at the corners of a lacerated mouth.

“Fighting the urge will only make the burn more intense.”

Asserted with low, gravel pitch, a redundancy in the system of warnings for what horrors were coming. The once rancid stench of his vocal emissions had since begun to abate, petering out to a patronising lull of scented pine cones.

“Don’t want to be consumed by eternal flame, do you? An angel like you?”

Indeed, Jerome was the morning star fallen from grace. The pressure of his rakish body is almost too much to bear. Equivalent to the oppressing weight of a phantom ton, minutes before commencing session of lucid dreaming.

As soon as pressure builds, it dissipates, posthaste, with an inverted swell of climax. Jerome extends the distance, erasing proximity of peart face from the tired shadow below, still waiting.

Too little, too late.

Too… boring.

With a roll of 20/20 vision, he sits back on his haunches, the bulk of his nether regions compensating for axing blow to pressure. Under more relaxed circumstance, he might have begun to consider a steep curve of insight to burgeoning sexuality. Shocking even to him, his hallmark affinity for moral decay hadn’t fully contemplated indulging one of humanity’s most contentious vices.

This brief moment of introspection fades immediately. He ponders the thought of clemency no longer. No quarter. No mercy. Sparing no further delay, that terribly alluring, Cheshire grin is plastered back in place.

In placid hues of owl light, dithering suspense, the tepid brush of distressed leather makes a diving descent. To the deep end of sensitive nerves, fingertips double as candle wicks, setting alight the wan neck, divested of vibrant colour.

To Lila Valeska, the sight could be described as ‘freakish’. In spite of being born and bred as a performer, surrounded by a farrago of bizarre characters, the act of comedy occurring before her was one she would never quite become accustomed to.

Pale hues of moon filter as a spotlight to the curious show. Shafts of radiance illuminate Jerome’s tousled locks to a mirage of inferno. His face is obscured by contorted angle, nuzzling the neck of his captive like an affectionate pup. The captive in question is helpless to violent, quaking motions. Extraterrestrial sounds were being wrested from his chest as if there were beasts to be unleashed. Jerome wraps around him like a clinging babe to bosom. Bodies intertwined; dexterous hands tickling relentless at bruising ribs; eyelashes a feathered caress upon hypersensitive flesh.

If laughs were infernal, Jerome was the exorcist.

Ill humour from Apollo thinks the bespectacled saint was beyond saving. No crescendo of hue and cry could rescue him now. By comic design, three-ring circuses epitomised the lungs of laughter. Inexorably, his orchestra of cachinnations were muted to eardrums of the ordinary. To an opera of abominable hysterics, he succumbs to an incurable strain of jocosity’s contagion.

Yet, for all his surrender, the hidden feelings were indelibly obstinate in their broiling simmer.

There was no refuting the liberties of truth.

Jeremiah often fantasised about escaping this place.

Delving in perennial fountains of brown studies, keening for the sapid relish of mazes and the art of getting lost.

No trace of his screaming DNA to be found amid soundproof walls abound.

He romanticises the thought of being impossible to find.

Teeth would sooner be plucked before he ever confessed it: The most enticing mystery…

What it would be like to get lost inside his brother’s mind.

A mesmerising lullaby.

[cnc-hoebayb]

Started when we were younger, swear to god that i loved her..

Cute Chris valentine feels :,)

*please listen to Beautiful by Bazzi okayyy~ especially towards the end it’ll all make better sense if ur listening lol ❤️

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“Hola amooorr...” a high pitched whisper wakes you from your sleep, instantly spreading a smile across your lips. Your eyes remain closed, yet you can see the expression on his face that you knew too well. He giggles at your cute little morning face, eyes flickering open and adjusting to the sun shooting in the room.

“Feliz dia de san Valentín,” his palm caresses your cheek and he gives a small kiss to the tip of your nose. “levántate, bebecita,” he says and begins to roll out of bed with almost too much energy already. “Tenemos mucho para hacer hoy.” A spark fires in your heart and mind as you wonder what plans he has made for the day, knowing that he was always one for elaborate stuff. You squirm at the thought and he catches the glint in your eyes, pouncing directly onto the bed.

“Come onnnn,” his hands attack you with tickles, jabbing at the sensitive skin on your sides and underneath your neck. You scream in laughter and his own cackling above you grows louder. He hops off of you suddenly and points a finger as he starts walking out the room. “Ok, en serio, get ready. We leave in an hour.”

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After a late breakfast and a speedy makeup routine, you’re ready for whatever grand event Chris has laid out for the day. You step out into the living room where he sits on his phone and he grins affectionately. “You’re dressed perfectly,” he gets up and plants a beso on your cheek and holds your hand. “Vamos, ya no puedo esperar.”

Without any thing else in hand, he pulls you out the door and to the car. “Chris hold up,” you giggle as he runs, almost shoving you in the car like a piece of luggage, “No time.” He zooms to the drivers seat and slides on his yellow lensed sunglasses. “We don’t need to bring anything??” You question and he’s already dropping the top of the car, letting the sun and crisp air hit your skin.

“Just us, baby. No necesitamos nada mas.” He winks and grips the wheel like a professional driver, shifting the gear quickly before darting out of the driveway.

The drive was long and familiar, a route that felt nostalgic as you passed tall trees through winding roads. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly where it would lead, though. You couldn’t remember for the life of you.

Chris reaches over and grabs his phone in your lap, unlocking it to the playlist you had lined up for the trip. “Oye, eyes on the road.” You try to steal the phone back as he scrolls through the endless list of music. He ignores you and brings the phone closer to his eyes, swerving the car slightly and with a “lol oops sorry” nervous chuckle after. “Ooh!” He exclaims and clicks a new song before tossing the phone back over to you.

You wanna call him out for being a dangerous driver, but your attitude changes as the song starts with a quick sound like the beginning of an old movie.

“Hey,

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel...”

You smile and Chris immediately begins to sing along, left hand taking the wheel, and the other sliding over to your hand.

“The way that Gucci look on you amazin,”

He uses his hand in yours to make gestures and point as he sang. He was never the one to keep his hands still during a good song. The sound of his voice starts to drown out the other voices in the car singing, and he squeezes your hand as he hits a slight high note..

“Sayin you the one for me i need to faace it,”

You wanna “woo” out loud to cheer him on, but the pink flush of your cheeks is probably enough to show him what you mean.

The song finishes out and he points over to the horizon as you guys come down a hill in the road. You see the blue glint in the distance and the memories all rush back in. You gasp out loud and it feels like tears might pour through. “Chris,” you say shakily and look up at him, his humble look already basking in glory. “You remembered..”

I mean, it was never hard for him to remember important things to you. Truth is that he never stopped thinking about this place. It was years ago when the tours were small and quick, and traveling by bus meant stopping to stay in random areas along the way. You had the chance to be there with them as part of hair and makeup crew. And after an endless amount of flirting and getting to know each other, it had become the perfect timing for your guys’ fresh and sudden relationship.

There was a time late in the summer when the bus had stopped for the night by a small public beach off the coast of Oregon. You fell in love immediately. It was the scenery, the people, the atmosphere, and that beach- that beach just made you feel different. You walked the entire length of the chilly border once by yourself, and the second time that night with Chris. It was the first time you guys ever had a deep connection and conversations so early on in dating. It was like a barrier had dropped between you two in an instant and all the love came crashing through like the waves beyond the ocean line.

You always remembered that night, but never the place. So once Chris had finally found the perfect timing to bring you back, and found out the drive wouldn’t be too exhausting from your house on the west coast, he almost couldn’t wait until this day.

He cruises in to the small town, few locals walking up and down the boardwalk, and the sound of the tide coming in filling your ears. He parks in a little lot off the side of the beach where you guys had stopped the tour bus years ago. The car is barely off before you’re already jumping out the door, not saying a word, just wanting to jump straight into that freezing cold water.

“Amor, espérate,” Chris stumbles out of his own door to catch up, but you’re way too ahead of him. The brisk wind hits your cheeks as you run towards the ocean. Your jacket blows open even more with your speed, and you let it slide off with ease, leaving it in a red pile behind you. The air tickles your bare shoulders and you feel more alive than ever.

Wet sand splashes up onto your ankles and you stop to remove your shoes, leaving them and your socks just a little distance from where your jacket lays. The grittiness slides between your toes and it’s like heaven when the first touch of water reaches your skin. You stop almost instantly and close your eyes, holding on to the moment, wanting to capture every thing your senses were picking up.

You step further into the sea, not even stopping when the bottom of your black tights begin to soak up the water. The fresh air streams into your lungs and a hand touches your shoulder. “Te gusta??” You nod with a big smile, because not even words could describe how much you loved this. You just rested your head on his shoulder, his arm around your waist to hold you in, and both admiring the view in front.

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The sun set slow, reflecting momentarily over the water in way that felt magical. You and Chris sat farther back from the tide, not able to avoid the wet sand and cold at this point, either way you didn’t mind.

The song from earlier in the car played over in your thoughts.

“Tomorrow comes and goes before you know,

So i just had to let you know..”

You lay back in the sand and look up at the clear sky, bright stars actually visible to the eye. Chris joins you, shoulder to shoulder and you notice his glance is pointed at you. You wonder if he’s thinking of the same song too.

“Beautiful, beautiful night right now,

Beautiful, beautiful by my side right now...”

Your head turns to look at him looking at you. “En que estás pensando?” He brings his hand to stroke your cheek, gliding it down over your bottom lip before placing a kiss over the spot. “Just of a song,” your eyes stay closed even after the kiss, and by the airy way he chuckles, he knows exactly.

He hums the chorus quietly, wrapping his arms around you, sand shifting underneath your bodies. There’s sand in his hair and yours, and you’re pretty sure it’s made it’s way in to your pants, but that’s not important. You play with his fingers in between and trace the odd bend of his thumb beneath a thick gold ring.

“Love your imperfections every angle,”

His heart beat is rapid as you lay your head over his chest. “I could fall asleep here, probably,” you joke and he rubs your back soothingly and with a yawn, “A mi también.”

It’s silent for a moment as you take in the scenery once more for the millionth time that night. You note the smell of his shirt mixed with the salty air, the sound of waves tumbling in the back, the sand between your toes and his hand on your waist. How when you look at the glasses on his nose, the moon reflects back onto the lenses. His glossy teeth as they nibble at his lip when he talks to you. How cute his accent sounds when his tongue hits the right spot right behind his teeth.

“Chris, te amo” You interrupt him mid sentence as he’s going on about how he’s always wanted to write some profound poetic song about the moon and ocean- it reminds him of you.

“I just had to let you know..”

He stops abruptly, and even though you’d already exchanged your shares of “i love you”’s hundreds of times before, this one was different. Maybe it was the day, or the moment, or even the beach, but it felt so right. His slight dimples pull upwards and he goes right in without reply, kissing you desperately and passionately.

He made you feel like you were as free as you could be. And you truly were. With him to explore the world with, and to take spontaneous adventures. To even be in his presence was enough of an experience to hold you over for the rest of your life. Because life wasn’t even remotely imaginable without him by your side.

You told him this through your tongue. Letting it glide across his while his fingertips rotate in circles on the soft spot behind your ear. With soft moans vibrating against him that feed into his cocky, yet so sweet character. He tells you his side, too.

It’s in the way he doesn’t hold back his thoughts. Allowing your lips to part only for seconds to confess small praises. How he loves you so much it almost hurts. That when you kiss him like this his world feels complete. He’s whipped by you to no end, and he could care less. He wouldn’t want it any other way. You’re it for him.

“Swear to god you’re beautiful....”

[mnhynq]

HEY BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL ANGEL LOVE UR IMPERFECTIONS EVERY ANGLE TOMORROW COMES AND GOES BEFORE U KNOW SO I JUST HAD TO LET U KNOW THE WAY THAT DRESS FALL OF U IS AMAZING UR A MIRACLE A BEAUTIFUL CREATION !! ily bby — mrklees

Lmao it took me a while to realise these are song lyrics sjfjdk 💓💞💞

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Cute Good Night Quotes, Sayings, Wishes, And Messages With Images

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Cute Good Night Quotes, Sayings, Wishes, And Messages With Images

Cute Good Night Quotes

Hope you all are going fine wid your lives. As you all know about nights the most beautiful and romantic part of the day where the lonely angles and loving birds are awake some are up for the love and others are for memories.

We have something really interesting stuff for both of them because we care for both so now im gonna share you a pack of Cute Good night quotes for which you are actually looking for and I’m sure they will convey your feelings and thoughts to someone you care about no need to wait. Put these cute good night quotes on status tonight and tell them that you remember them at the end of the day.

Sweet Good Night Quotes

You’ll be the last thing I think of before I fall asleep and the first thing I think of when I wake up.

May you dream of lovely things and to find them real.

Each day I wish that my dreams will come true. Then I remember that I am now with you.

Each night you sleep is a signal that a new beginning awaits you.

One day, we will never have to say goodbye, the only goodnight.

Wake up with determination. Go to bed with satisfaction.

Touch your heart and shut your eyes, dream sweet dreams and sleep tight.

I wish I was there to hold you tight, instead of just sending you this loving “Good Night”.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright. – Stephen King

Good night, and good luck. – Edward R. Murrow

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Here is to hoping that angels will guard you while you dream and the gentle breezes of the night will keep you cool. If it is too cold, may your blankets be warm as you drift on to a gentle rest

A day is over, night has come. Today is gone, what’s done is done. Embrace your dreams, through the night. Tomorrow comes with a whole new light.

God’s guidance is like a small lamp in a dark forest… Doesn’t show everything at once… But gives enough light for the next step to be safe. Goodnight!

The night is to see the dreams and day is to make them true. So its good to sleep now and see the dreams. Good Night!

Always end the day, with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it better.

Stars can’t shine without darkness.

Good Night Quotes For Friends

Good friends don’t necessarily make life perfect, but they sure make all the imperfections easier to tolerate.

The brightest stars in my life are not planetary objects, they are friends like you who shine through night and day. Good night.

Boyfriends and girlfriends will come and go, but our friendship will forever radiantly glow. Good night.

The memories of our friendship are like the radiance of the moon and the fun times we’ve had together are like the twinkle of the stars that light up my life’s skies. Good night.

Real friendship is when misfits come together and find that they’re the perfect fits for each other.

Sometimes I am goofy, but don’t ever think that I don’t care. No matter what, for you, I will always be there. Good night.

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Whenever I feel bogged down by life’s worries, I simply dive into the beautifully endless abyss of our friendship’s memories. Good night.

Success is not always measured by how big you can dream. Real success, is often measured by the number of friends you can share your dreams with. Good night my friend.

I have invented a new phrase and it goes like this – early to bed, early to rise and early to meet friends like me.

Even the melancholy of a dark and lonely night transforms into a sweet harmony when I think about the memories of our friendship. Good night.

Maybe all of life’s troubles aren’t meant to be fixed. Sometimes it is just better to move on.

I won’t take any selfies for the next 12 hours… not because it’ll be dark but because they’ll be without friends like you. Good night.

The calm silence of the night is a reminder of how blissful and serene my life has become after we became friends. Good night.

Inspirational Good Night Quotes

Always end the day with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it better.

Tomorrow is a new day and a new start to make things the best they can be! Let someone know what they mean to you! Goodnight!

Remember this: An ending is always the start of something new. Good night!

Before you fall asleep every day, say something positive to yourself.

I dream of the day when each night will end with good night and not goodbye. That day will come soon.

Feed only positive thoughts into your mind as you fall asleep, and you will wake energized and armed to face a new day.

Never go to sleep with anger in your heart. Lie down and let the darkness lift the pain and bitterness away before you fall asleep. You will wake up refreshed and ready.

Meaningful Quotes And Meaningful Sayings About Life

Ever wonder why your pets seem to sleep so peacefully? It’s because they have no guilt, shame, worry, jealousy, ambition or greed.

The internet is closed for the night. Go to sleep, and get those great ideas percolating.

Holding on to pain can make you hate that which you love most. Resolve to let sleep ease the pain away. Start with a fresh light tomorrow.

May you fall asleep in a comforting cloud of dreams that will define the purpose of tomorrow’s adventures.

Let’s end our day on a positive note. Life’s too short to take our special relationships for granted.

Go to sleep, and chase your dreams into the limitless summits of the skies.

Only love lasts forever. Hold on to the love in your heart and let it guide tomorrow’s goals. Sleep tight.

Good Night Quotes Funny

You can sometimes get a good workout by trying to fall asleep.

The alarm clocks always interrupt a good night sleep.

Dear friend choose your dreams tonight, choose what are you want to see then close your eyes and now I am wishing you a sweet good night.

Boyfriends break your heart and Girlfriends dumps you. Only friends stay with you always. They are real teacher and parents for you good night friends.

Dear friend now stops thinking about all the worries people said to hurt your feelings. Just hold on tightly someone made you smile. Good Night

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See the sky in the night our friendship adds a sense of character and glamour to our life. You are everything for us good night friends.

I am so lucky because a most careful boy is my best friend which care me and understand me. you are my everything good night my best friend.

A true friend is not a friend only. He is our best brother in the world who always with us and share everything with us good night friend.

Today night is silent, the night is beautiful, the night is quiet. Do you know? My night is not complete without wishing you a sweet good night.

My dear friends don’t think about the tomorrow because I am always with you to set things right. Good night friends.

My dear friend, I think about you and you also think about you but the difference is that when I think of you I send you message and you think of me after receiving my message. Good night my friend.

Good night my friends. Sleep is a language of rest, sleep is to visualize our dreams, also sleep improve our mental ability so now you go to sleep.

Romantic Good Night Quotes

In sleep, we must be apart, my love, but rest assured for I will dream of you till we meet again. Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight, sweet angel, and join your fellow stars among the heavens. I will wait here on the earth for your sweet return.

When we are apart in sleep, the dream of you keeps me company. So for you, I leave this persisting message: even in the darkest night, the light of your love shows me the way.

Do not fear the blanket of night, for I will still be by your side with the morning’s rising light.

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Even in my wildest dreams, I could never imagine a love as sweet as yours. So tonight as I close my eyes, I dream of the morning when I can see you again because nothing in my own imagination will ever come close to the reality of your embrace.

My dreams of you dance in my mind like the stars across the sky. My only hope is that as you sleep tonight, you dream of me too.

When I am alone in the night and I look up into the great stars of the universe, the only heavenly body I want to see is yours.

Goodnight my sweet princess; tonight my dreams are filled with your smile.

Although, in sleep, we are apart, you will be with me in my dreams.

My bed is lonely without your tender embrace. I long to be with you; even while my body is sleeping, my mind wanders to your side. Goodnight, sweet Angel.

As the darkness of the night covers my mind and body like a blanket, your memory is like the moon that shines above me, keeping me company through the night.

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Do not count what you have lost. Just see what u have now because past never comes back but sometimes future can give u back ur lost things! ‘Good night’.

I wish moon always be full & bright and you always be cool & right. Whenever you go to switch off the light, remember that I’m wishing you …Good Night!

Goodnight my friend, pleasant dreams, sleep tight my friend, may tomorrow be sunny & bright and bring you full of happiness& success. Good night & Sweet dreams friend.

Between a million yesterdays and a million tomorrows, there’s only one today. And I would never let it pass without telling you – I’m thinking of you. Have a good night.

May your good night prayers reach the Angels who will immediately come down to watch you sleep. Good night.

You will only be able to enjoy your night if you stop thinking about yesterday and stop worrying about tomorrow. So sleep tight and immerse yourself in your favorite dream. Good night.

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Use every second of the night to dream about all that you want to achieve in life and use every second of the following day to achieve every dream you saw the last night. Good night my friend.

Stuff your worries in your pillow, wrap your troubles in your blanket and spread your anxieties on your bed sheet. When you wake up tomorrow, you will have dirty linen but a fresh mind and a happy heart. Good night.

The biggest gift that a night can give you is not good to sleep, but the promise that your tomorrow holds millions of possibilities. Good night friends.

Moon had appeared in the dark sky showing its glittering dim light all over and the stars are shining like diamonds. Good night dear friend, Sleep well and stay blessed.

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You’ll be the last thing I think of before I fall asleep and the first thing I think of when I wake up!

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it is morrow. William Shakespeare

Let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

As you fall asleep, I want you to remember what a good person you are. Remember that I admire you and care for you. Sweet dreams!

And tonight, I’ll fall asleep with you in my heart.

You’ll be the last thing I think of before I fall asleep and the first thing I think of when I wake up.

My idea of a good night has always been having a lovely meal and a proper conversation.

Always end the day with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it better.

The stars and moon arrive just to wish you a good night. Let the light of the moon guide your dreams as you pass the night away.

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A day is over, night has come. Today is gone, what’s done is done. Embrace your dreams, through the night. Tomorrow comes with a whole new light.

Legend says, when you can’t sleep at night, it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dream.

Good night. May you fall asleep in the arms of a dream, so beautiful, you’ll cry when you awake.

Sleeping is nice. You forget about everything for a little while.

You’ll be the last thing I think of before I fall asleep and the first thing I think of when I wake up.

Goodnight my love, pleasant dreams, sleep tight my love, may tomorrow be sunny and bright and bring you closer to me.

Good Night Sayings

“Before you go to sleep, do not forget to say thanks for everything good that has happened to you in the last 24 hours. However, I am thankful at the moment for you.”

“I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.” » Liam Gallagher

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” » Sarah Williams

“The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!.” » Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.” » Stephenie Meyer – Twilight

“She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.”

“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it is morrow.” » William Shakespeare

“The night breeze is blowing through my hair and the soft touch reminds me of your kisses. I wish I didn’t have to miss you this much.”

“Although I love the stars that dot the night sky, I love the stars in your eyes even more. While I sleep, I will think about my favorite stars and wait to be with you again.”

“My idea of a good night out is staying in.” » Martin Freeman

“A day is going to end again. It is nice to have a friend like you. Making my everyday seems so great. Thank you, my friend, lastly. Good Night and Sweet Dreams.”

“I love the silent hour of the night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight – What may not bless my waking eyes.” » Anne Brontë

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