#revery

[mylittlecrazedpen]

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

One clover, and a bee.

And revery.

The revery alone will do,

If bees are few.

~ Emily Dickinson

[kambujo]

Revery

Revisando las hormigas binarias de mi Tumblr descubrí con zozobra las noches que se me cayeron del bolsillo, las lágrimas ahora cristales, mis treinta renacimientos, mis veintinueve funerales, verbos inconexos, sustantivos hemofílicos, sangre blanca y espesa, la que fue, la que es, la que será, y agradezco no ser trending topic y seguir rascando de la humanidad la esperanza. Descubrí que aún me quiero, hoy más que ayer, tal como soy, tal como fui, y me doy cuenta del amor que di, del amor que doy, del amor que siempre daré aunque la vida me de tropezones. Soy un hombre nuevo y distinto aunque siempre sea el mismo. La felicidad se construye en el camino, es colectiva. Lo escribí mientras escucho a Debussy... siempre suenas a Revery de Claude Debussy...

-Kambujo

[reveluving]

Ok, so Soap and shy wife. We all know he's the definition of sunshine/happy puppy and has the energy of an entire class of kindengarden. Imagine when they first meet the couple and he's all loud and jolly, and wife quietly shakes their hand and says "Nice to meet you" and he INSTANTLY quiets, because he's proud of his Darling to meet his friends/family, also because they're all wondering how she puts up with him🤣❤

LOSING MY MIND AT "they're all wondering how she puts up with him" BECAUSE THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR DYNAMIC 🤧💗💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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You just know this man does not shut up about you every time he meets up with his team for work. 

And then, one day, he surprises them with a “she’d love y’all to come over one day.”

“Didn’t you say she’s a lil’ shy?” Kyle voiced out everyone’s thoughts, so to be offered not by the man himself but the meek lady in question was a little surprising, to say the least.

“She is, yeah, but she’s open t’meeting a few pals o’mine.” Johnny meant it to sound casual, but with his mates knowing him for a long time, it wasn’t hard to catch the hint of care in his voice.

And, well, it would be rude to decline a lady’s generous offer, now, would it?

Johnny’s hyped, no doubt, his friends—no, brothers, and his other half finally meeting in person. They didn’t even have to ask, just by the way he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel or the way he hummed to the radio, likely a playlist the two of you shared.

And with the boys holding some sort of gift for you, just as a thank you for the invite, you greet them by the door as soon as your husband announces his and his friends’ arrival. 

With Simon physically being the closest to you, you wiped your hands on your apron before holding your hand out. Simon nearly struggled with his strength, not expecting your lack of hesitation to greet him, out of all of them.

You introduced yourself, “It’s nice to finally meet you guys.”

Ah, such a sweet voice. So sweet that had Johnny not gone on and on about your shyness, they would’ve thought you were scared of them. But, you weren’t and the proud smile on Johnny’s face says it all. 

Why wouldn’t he? With your warm smile and even willingness to shake Kyle and John’s hands as well. Albeit, you had a habit of looking down every once in a while, especially if they tried to show their respect, i.e. complimenting your cooking, the decor or you in general, it was hard not to find you endearing.

But God knows how you, of all people, manage to put up with his nonsense. 

In the words of Johnny; “Opposites attract, after all.”

And seeing it now, to say Johnny was whipped…. Was putting it lightly.

It’s funny to see Johnny trying his best when it comes to lowering his gruff voice for you, even if you loved it just the way it is.

Though he has a lot of things to tell you, so much love to give you, you have his full attention the moment your lips part.

Each time you open your mouth, he closes his. As if fearing that one word from him would mean talking over you entirely, and he couldn’t bear the thought of that. The hearts in his eyes were tough to miss. He’s expressive, too, hanging on your every word like you were giving him a task when it was just you talking about how you learnt to make the lasagna you served for dinner.

‘SHUT UP, MY BABY HAS SOMETHING TO SAY’ type of beat, but it’s the man who’s saying it that has the loudest voice (and the gentlest heart).

But they’d be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy listening to the stories of how you met and how emo Johnny gets when the dates or outings don’t go his way, even though it all went well in the end.

Why wouldn’t they enjoy seeing his soul leave his body when you mentioned his baby pictures that his mother not only showed you but gave some to you as well?

“Johnny, c’mon, now, she’s a part of the family! She’ll need some photos o’you for when you move in together soon.” Says his mother, gifting you probably a stack of them, as if unfazed by the sight of you and Johnny covering your faces, the temperature of your body heat rising that even you feared you might pass out right then and there. He couldn’t even find the energy to stop his sisters from teasing him.

But besides allowing you to embarrass him a little, even if it wasn’t your intention, your home is another.

A small unit, located on the second floor. The candlelight colour, the cute indoor plants in each room, and the seats. 

Oh, the seats.

John nearly passed out just moments after he sat on it. 

Just by the way you maximized the apartment space, it’s no wonder Johnny always looked forward to returning home. Not necessarily the apartment, but to you. 

Dare they say, the visit felt like a ‘cultural reset’ (is that what the kids are saying these days?). Largely because one; they were able to finally confirm that Mrs MacTavish is a real person and two; one cannot simply ignore the dynamic you and Johnny have. It may be eye-roll-worthy to some, but Johnny learns it isn’t something worth fighting about. So long he has you, those people can yap and nag about it all they want. 

Bonus: John’s definitely the type of person to tell Laswell about it like it was some kind of a mission—like it was almost unbelievable to see you, well, you!

“M’tellin’ ya, Laswell. As soon as his wife had something t’say, he shuts up faster than when I tell him to.” He chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.

“Sounds like a keeper to me.”

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[catboymoments]

I love Bramble my little grumpy ghost medium guy... Reverie stop it you’re distracting him

[christronomy]

channie was soooo surprised when he heard you talking dirty for the first time. he's usually the talkative one in bed, always the one who showers you with compliments, telling you how good you feel while he pounds into you. he can really get so into it, and he goes into detail, describing how tight you feel, sometimes he'll tell you how it looks when he fucks you by the mirror in your shared bathroom. "you're clamping down on me so fucking tight, baby... take it so well."

but he's so impressed when you start picking up on it, because he's never heard you say anything so filthy. if anything, you always got extremely flustered when he talked like that, and you had to cover your face with your hands cause of how red you got. you really caught him off gaurd one day in particular—he had you bent over the edge of the mattress, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark. he'd stuffed your underwear in your mouth to muffle your moans cause the boys were over, but you couldn't help the way your hands instinctively shot up to pull it away when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, gently tugging on it and pulling your head back enough to watch your fucked out expression. "fuck... you're so deep inside me, channie... so big..."

it caught him so off guard that he couldn't help but cum, a soft chuckle and a "fuck, baby..." leaving his lips as his palm covers your mouth to make you shut up, cause you definitely said that a little too loud, but it's not like he wasn't extra loud when he came anyways.

[netflix]

What’s the deal with cats? Why are they like that?

[wolfofcelestia]

I FUCKING S CREAMED

HOW IS THIS GUY SO FUCKING SMOOTH

This man has been itching to write MC a love letter for years

[reverie-quotes]

He held her with such penetrating gentleness.

— Anne Michaels, Held

[hoyin33]

琴晚一連串咁睇咗勁多個單位 有The Origin, Ashia Lava 演出單位: Carrier帶菌者 @carrier_hk Andy is Typing... @a @the_origin_hk @ashia_songbird . 表演嘉賓: 盤菜瑩子 @myth.keiko Yellow! 野佬 @yellowintl Revery @revery_official 初久 @ix_hkband Yusobeit @yusobeit . . Design | @mudcompanyhk . #LAVAMUSICFEST #LaveMusicEntertainment #Carrier #帶菌者 #AndyisTyping... #TheOrigin #Ashia #盤菜瑩子 #Yellow #野佬 #Revery #初久 #Yusobeit #KKTIX #MusicHotpot #AFlatProduction #AstroStudio #小曼谷 #MiniBangkok #BTS美食站 #Citibrew #香港城釀 #OrionWorldHK #好麗友 #Metalympics #HKMusic #MusicZone #EMax #HKBand #HKMusician（在 E-Max Music Zone） https://www.instagram.com/p/ComY7aoPEcb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[genshinimpactresources]

Genshin Impact | Character Stickers from Starlight Reverie (3/6)

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[hawberries]

day 3 of farming the unfinished reverie domain for Just Emilie

[silkentine]

Im in love with your girl piece au!!! Have you thought of what the cross guild would look like? From a oh so humble crocodile fan myself I'd go crazy to see what she'd look like In your mind.

Trust me…. More fem cross guild (and fem croc especially) is in our shared future. I really loved drawing them!!! Thank you for the request <3

[rubikor]

yantao win

[catboymoments]

bramble anytime he's indecisive: "what do we think, chat?"

Ever since you sent this I’ve had this idea in my head for days thank you for making me laff

[christronomy]

"ass up," he hisses, giving your ass a harsh spank and waiting for you to adjust yourself once again. you seem to be having trouble getting comfortable in the position he has you in, your knees failing you and causing you to fall against the mattress for the nth time, just as he's set the perfect pace. you're trying, but your body isn't cooperating—legs tingling, knees burning, your body is just completely numb on this intense pleasure he's giving you, numb on him. he knows that you're already too fucked out to even think straight, but he's not having any of this today, and you're making his patience wear thinner every single time. nonetheless, he finds it so endearing how pathetically you whine when he stops so suddenly, as if it's not your fault he has to keep doing so.

"i said, up," he scolds you through gritted teeth, smacking your plush, reddened skin a lot harder this time and eliciting a squeal of surprise from you. he roughly thrusts back into your aching hole, starting off at a quick pace, no buildup. he's way more than impatient at this point, borderline animalistic with his movements, and that's what you love so much about him—the way he gets so into it while fucking you. he can't help but just babble mindlessly, practically growling like a fucking animal cause you feel so good around his cock. you're his little fuck toy all for him and it just makes him go so so feral for you.

"tight lil fuckin' cunt" "god, you take my cock so well"

chan, minho, changbin