#malcom & marie

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[team-iceflower]

Weiss: I promise you it's not a good idea. Let's just go to bed and talk tomorrow.

Ruby: ...but you're upset with me.

Weiss: It's not a big deal, just go to sleep.

Ruby: I can't go to bed knowing you're angry with me.

[themuselesswriter]

American Horror Story Thoughts

I did a whole thing about it, so enjoy suffering through my ranking and favorites.

[badela]

Malcolm & Marie (2021)

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Director: Sam Levinson

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Cinematography: Marcell Rév

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“Your lack of curiosity is merely an extension of your narcissism, your megalomania, your egotistical view of the world."

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[sorata-ayumi]

Malcom & Marie (2021)

[madeleineengland]

This is the only thing I say about the fucking Eurovision and its most recent hypocrite events.

[fernandezology]

don’t take me for granted-mason mount

pairing: mason mount x reader

summary: “but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”

warnings: angst with a twist at the end

word count: 1,2 k

life is good.cause we fucking did it. it couldn’t have gone better.

you looked beautiful tonight.the entire night, while i was talking to all these smiling,sweet,rich people who one month ago wouldn’t give me the time of day... i would look across the room and see you. and i’d think, god,she is the most beautiful fucking creature on planet earth.and the sexiest. there’s truly no one sexier. even christian said it.

speech he gave after being voted as the best at fifa awards left you…speechless.you had no intention of talking to him so you just looked at him confused.

he recognized your “what is that supposed to mean” look because let’s face it,he knew you like the back of his hand.

not in a bad way. a good way. a respectful way. but it’s true. every time i’d see you... he continued to talk while kissing the back of your neck,with your glass of old fashioned,smiling and chatting it up,i’d think to myself:

“god, am i fucking lucky.”

nobody in their right mind would have energy to start an argument after a long night of pretending to be interested in people you’ve never seen before. thankfully,there were few familiar faces who made this night bearable. however,some of them turned it into the worst night ever. including him. you didn’t want to raise any suspicion so you dryly smiled at him.

what was that?

what?

that smile?

what?

it was a fake smile. i thought you are going to be a little bit more excited for me. don’t think your behavior went unnoticed. it seemed like you were not yourself tonight, especially around my mum. what’s wrong?

point is… i don’t have nothing to say to her. which is the reason i didn’t talk to her.

it’s just... she notices.

really?

yes.

how do you know?

i just do.

really?

well she sees how you are with other people... you’re talkative, you’re funny.

what can i say, i’m personable.

right. which makes her insecure.

what? other human beings with personalities?

no. it’s the fact that you’re not yourself and she knows it. can you just tell me what happened?

tust me. it’s not a good idea. let’s talk tomorrow.

but i know you’re upset at me.

it’s not a big deal.

i can’t go to sleep knowing you’re angry.

i’m begging you. nothing productive is going to be said tonight.

how do you know?

because i know you.

you turn and walk down the hall toward to bedroom,already regretting you said anything because he is not gonna let it go now.

as you were taking off your jewelry,you look at him in the mirror,realizing this is gonna be a long night. truthfully,you didn’t have one of those in a while- at least not this sort of long night.

really... you wanna go there? it’s your speech, mason.

why do you have to find something... anything...the most minor fucking detail to harp on, to fucking ensure that there is no possible fucking reason to celebrate.

you didn’t thank me, mason. that’s not a minor fucking detail. that’s a big one.

oh give me a fucking break. when i said you’ll find the most minor fucking detail and turn it ugly... i fucking meant it.

but i’ve thanked you a million times before. you know i’m thankful. you know I’m appreciative. and you know it was a mistake, so why turn it into anything more?

because it is more.

you can’t be serious.

i’m dead serious.

then you’re out of your mind.

and you’re hyperbolic.

i’m not. it’s hysterical to think that forgetting to thank you is symbolic of anything other than me legitimately forgetting to fucking thank you.

you looked at him in the mirror and turned to him:

mason,you thanked a hundred fucking people. you thanked your agents. your teammates. your parents. your fucking third grade teacher and the kid who was playing with you at academy when you were eleven years old and saw whatever-the-fuck.

i didn’t thank the guy who saw me scoring a free-kick identical to one i scored in 2020?

you know what i mean -

you don’t have to be sarcastic and petty about it. i forgot to thank you.i am sorry. i am genuinely sorry.which is why i apologized a hundred times during the awards. i couldn’t even focus on the awards because i felt so guilty.

that’s a shame.

but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said “it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”

well mason,i changed my mind.it’s not fine.

how can you just change your mind?

honestly... it’s really fucking easy.

that doesn’t seem a little crazy to you?

not at all.

really?

nope.

why?

because while i was sitting through awards it was fine,then every single person from your dad to declan came up and said, “i know you’re probably a little upset he forgot to thank you but i know how much he counts on you.”

they said that?

they told me not to read into it.

what does that mean?

that’s funny you say that... that’s the exact same thought i had. but let’s not digress. because as the night went on, i became less fine with it.

before you could continue why you weren’t fine with it,he asked you to sit next him. even though this was probably your worst fight ever,you missed being close to him and how could you refuse?

because it’s not just about you forgetting to thank me. it’s about how you see me and how you view my contribution, not just to this relationship, but to your work. after listening to you complain about new coaches,new methods,waking up in the middle of night when you were crying about not being good enough and not wanting to leave your childhood club,supporting you when you wanted to quit football completely…

i really hope you don’t actually think that i don’t appreciate everything you did for me. for us. if it wasn’t for you,i wouldn’t be here where i am right now. i would still be mediocre. there is a reason why they say that after every great man is a great woman. you are the most loving and patient person i know. thank you for everything, i don’t know how will i ever make it up to you,but i’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in world every day until we die. i’m so sorry. thank you. thank you for loving me. for making my life anything but mediocre. we make the best team and i love you,baby.

i love you too,just don’t take me for granted.

great... are we no longer fighting?

you look at him and smile and then it turns into a laugh.

what? don’t tell me you already know what i wanted to ask you. he smiled for first time since you came home and but it felt like forever since you last seen his contagious smile- one of many things that made you fall in love with him.

you shrugged your shoulders, completely oblivious on what is he talking about until you saw him getting on one knee.

will you marry me?

[sonnendeathiccur]

Malcolm & Corrine Foxworth and John and Sam Winchester are mirror images

[ontheidiotbox]

[lilakartoffelbrei]

It's a busy day in Jolandes Shop.

[henneseyhoe]

Malcom And Me; A Short.

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“Do you really love me, or are you just scared to be alone?” He asks, his dark eyes boring into mine to search for some kind of sympathy that I refused to show and bruise my pride.

I looked at him with a grimace, the last emotion he looked for starting to seep through my cold aura. “…Why do you ask me shit like that? Like I just use you or something. I don’t care to be alone, nigga. you can go. I been doing this shit since before you came along”

“Why do you do this to me?” He asks, his eyes glossy. “you act like you want me…then you push me away as if I’m suffocating you…like I’m begging to be around you. The truth is, I don’t fucking need this relationship. You do! You need me to make you feel good, you love the validation that I give you, the sex that tells you you’re desirable, the affection that tells you you’re worth it, whatever ‘it’ may be. You’re the most narcissistic, selfish, seething pain in the ass I have ever had to deal with, and your sorry ass excuse for it all is because of some shit that happened almost twelve years ago. You pretend to have grown as a person, but it’s all a facade to hide the fact that you can’t get over yourself and that baggage of hurt you carry. Going about the world and dumping a tiny bit of emotional trauma on every good or half decent person you come across, then they become shit, and eventually manifest into someone like you”

If the wounds I had weren’t already opened, he had definitely completely ripped them apart then poured salt on each mauled bit. I couldn’t speak, not that I wanted to address what he said anyway. All I did was stare, letting his choppy, angry, heavy breathing fill the darkly lit room. Only thing that accompanied his breaths were the pouring down rain, droplets constantly tapping against the window. It was mournful, the energy in the room. Cold like we’d been dancing in snow for hours, which was kinda metaphorical to our entire relationship from beginning to end.

I stored in everything he said, piling it on top of everything else he had shouted at me this night. He wasn’t gonna make me cry or anything, he was preaching to the choir. I was self aware, and I was fine with that.

“….hm” I let out a short, quiet hum.

“…..you need serious therapy”

And he didn’t?

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Ps. just cause I like writing shorts lolzzz and I’m trynna get better at angst

[clancyycat]

just wasted so much time going through that article thats like “1000 books you may have actually read” that gets passed around on here every once in a while and um. the list kinda sucks

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1893, H.G. Wells was showing off his Time Machine that he had constructed to a small group of select friends. What he didn’t realize was that one of the friends was actually Jack the Ripper. When the police came close to capturing the murderer, the killer used Wells’ machine to escape to 1979.(Time After Time, Flm)

[filipendulousgirl]

The world is being healed

[konstantinason]

This world out here Is lonely and cold.

[zotsvault]

“Your lack of curiosity is merely an extension of your narcissism, your megalomania, your egoistical view of the world.”