#sweet dear lord baby Jesus

[askinnyblackman]

joe biden has covid 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[eroswmorals]

remember to take binder breaks if you bind <3

(god i am suffering oh my lord my ribs are sore oh god oh geez)

[lumiheartszz]

i need sleeping sex w/ prist! wilbur

-🌸

Priestbur can fuck me hard whenever he wanted

MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Somnophilia / Dubcon / Priestbur having a corruption kink

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You were such an obedient little girl as you listened on about him rambling on about the lord and savior who is Jesus Christ, sharing the gospel with those willing.

It turned him on, the idea of ruining you, tainting your perfect, innocent body. It was as if all his beliefs disappear whenever you're there. He could cum just thinking about what it would be like to corrupt your sweet, delicious soul.

When you stayed after mass to clean the small church, it was his last string.

"It's so rare to find people cleaning the house of the Lord." He mused as he walked up to you.

"Oh, of course, Father Wilbur! The Lord's abode must stay clean at all times, just as he cleansed us."

Fuck, did it spur him on seeing you so absolutely obedient.

"Hey, since you've worked so hard, why not take a little nap at the nearby chambers? I'm sure it'll refresh you, dear." His smile was so deceiving, you didn't even notice anything off.

"That'd be great, Father! Thank you!" You smiled. The chambers are where Wilbur, the priest, sleeps.

It only took you a few seconds to fully fall asleep, and Wilbur took advantage of this. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, feeling himself get even harder.

"Shit, can't believe God made you so fucking tempting..." he groaned, palming himself as he touched your sleeping figure. He unbuckled his belt, lowering his pants enough for his hard cock to be freed.

He hissed as he felt the cold air touch his arousal. He started stroking himself at the sight of you. He badly needed to be in you.

"Fuck... your probably have a tight little cunt, huh?" He hissed, involuntarily thrusting into his hand.

His hand reached to go under your shirt, and to his surprise...

"No bra? Hah, baby... it's like you were asking for this to happen... you were probably waiting for this opportunity, sweetheart." He started rubbing your nipples, which made you whimper in your sleep.

"So your tits are sensitive...? I'll keep that fact for later." He had a devilish smile plastered on his face.

Spreading your legs, he licked his lips at how wet you've become just from him touching your tits.

"What a little temptress you are, angel..." he whispered, rubbing in between your folds.

"Wilb...ur..." You moaned in your sleep. So you were thinking about him? This only spurred him on further. He wasted no time to position himself close to your hole and slowly pushing in. You let out a squirm, but not quite waking up just yet.

"Shit-- you're so--" he lost the words that he was meant to say, feeling how tight you are wrapped around him.

When he started to thrust, your moans gradually got louder. You're definitely having a wet dream, and about him, no less.

He thought about how pure and innocent you were before he came into your life. The thought of you touching yourself to him nearly made him cum.

His thrusts significantly sped up thinking about how to corrupt you. "I'm gonna-- gonna cum in you... taint you with my aura. You're mine." He growled as he shot spurts of cum inside you.

This, unbeknownst to his knowledge, woke you up.

"F-father Wil-?"

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[berberriescorner]

Dear sweet baby Jesus!

Bless the person that created this edit lord! These mennnn. That all Imma say because I don't mentioned the lord. I'm just gonna behave.

Suddenly I feel like writing😆😍🥰.

[tomodachi-to-koibito]

dear sweet lord baby jesus help me-

disney thank you for firing this moron. please fix this in s2. holy cow I'm-

[sgiandubh]

This is her favorite type of man

Brown eyes, black hair, sideburns, failed musician

Really, It's a very terrible combination.

🔗link

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/442900944617015865/#imgViewer

Dear Favorite Type Anon,

Sweet Baby Jesus, woman - you must be bored AF, to come out with ye olde Dave Milone, just about when everybody is busy scouring pixels between Paris, France and Las Vegas, Nevada, USA:

You gotta love that 'favorite type of man' bullshit. Or completely ignore Betty Talmadge (or John Lennon, your pick)'s supremely wise words:

Life is what happens to you when you're making other plans.

Come to think of it, isn't it very strange someone like *urv always drums up Tobias Menzies as her Lord and Master TM (= 'favorite type of man'), but never gushes over the series/movies he starred in (The Crown comes to mind)? Must be, indeed, a huge sacrifice to focus all her energy to his polar opposite - in just about everything you could think of.

Seriously, Anon? That 'favorite type of man' thing is the most trite shite to have ever hit my screen.

Because Life happened. When C was (possibly) making other plans.

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (IM STILL IN SHOCK WHAT TEH FUCK)

HELP OF COURSE ASHER LOST A FUCKING SHOE 

David’s gonna whip your ass Ash 

WHY ARE WE ROASTING ASHER SO BAD

Milo being a fashionista cannon

“Good thing belts don't correlate to height.” DAVID

Ash, Baabe, get a fucking room 

Sweetheart i’m crying please give a man some dress socks

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Vincent sounds so anxious

AWH NO WILL COME ON MAN NOT THE ASSISTANT 

Vincent baby… 😕

“I can't control how people are acting but I can control how I react.” PREACHHH VINCENT 

Mhm run past me. OOH MUSIC FUCK YES, THE DRACULA MUSIC I LOVE IT 🙏

Surprise??? He’s spoiling Lovely so bad

I'M SCARED IS IT GONNA JUMP AT ME LIKE THOSE PLASTIC SPIDERS

A CROWN?? NO NO NO THAT’S SO FUCKING SWEET 

THE SAME CRAFTSMAN AND EVERYTHING I CANNOT DO THIS😭

Wait, does Sam have a crown too?? Like being a duke

HE CALLED US BABY I CANNOT 

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Shit these sound effects are FIRE

Yo Sam wassup my guy.

Oh Porter. Hi dear ☹️

Sam is literally the opposite of me I love small talk and big events lmfao 

“Good people” He’s so salty lmfao

There’s no way Darlin’ isn’t smoking hot rn

AY ICE CREAM TUBS, Mint chocolate chip for the win 🙌

I imagine them going hand in hand, like elbows connected.

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Porter being a smooth bitch. (as usual)

Vincent is surprisingly kind abt this, well as nice as he can

IS TREASURE NOT HERE?? DID PORTER GASLIGHT ALL OF US.. 😰

That went well. Lovely calm your boyfriend before he pulls out his hair

Nah let like Sam punch him it’s funnier.

Are these other vamps that bad oh my god 

Ooh business deals?? Yes make that moolah.

Eccentric?? Tf you mean eccentric. I don’t think David can handle more eccentric people in his life.

HELP NOT ASH PICKING UP ON VINCENT (unrelated but can we just acknowledge how emotionally mature and smart Asher is?)

WHAT DID ASH DO?? TEAR DOWN A WALL???

Oh god Bennetts?? They sound pleasant.

Wait wait, House of Baz were allies, and but every word out of Deon's mouth was to diss William??? WHAT TYPE OF SHITTY ALLIES

I want those two to die, for all of their house to run into the sun. 

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ALEXIS HOLY SHIT AH

Latest conquest?? Come here let me rip you up 

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK ALEXIS?? SORRY I'M NOT IMMORTAL GOD DAMN.

I don’t wanna fight you lex. YOU GROW UP?? PETTINESS IS CHILDISH.

You selfish little bitch. I’M GONNA BITE HER URGHSHSHGY

Porter thank FUCK YOU'RE HERE

YES YES YES PORTER OH MY GOD GO PORTER, Thank you Porter 😭

Alexis can suck my dick. 

“Like a proper family” That's an interesting view on what your idea of a loving family is Porter.

Sammy BOY??? HELP IM CACKLING

Surprisingly Porter is in the right here. 

WOAH SHOWDOWN SHOWDOWN WOO 

WAS PORTER JUST LEFT THERE

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Oh god what fucking now, i cannot DEAL with anymore self centred fuckers.

Is he warning us? What’s happening.

OH MY GOD ADAM I FORGOT ABT HIM. 

Ykw he’s got a point here, a REALLY good point. CONSIDERING THE HOUSE OF BAZ THING.

ALEXIS SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR WRINKLED SQUEZZED GRAPE ASS LIFE

Sam :((( yes Sam you deserve that.

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Asher and Milo bring up the mood woop woop 

HOLY SHIT JUMPSCARE

Good lord Porter has a bad rep already w them

Investor gadget woop woop, investor gadget bam bam bam bam go gadget go bup bam bam bam badum badump.

?? CLOSEKNIT?? GOD DAMMIT FUCK CAN WE GO ONE VIDEO WITHOUT REFERENCING THEM

Milo clamp your jaw for a sec

OH MY GOD THE BENNETTS SUPPLIED CLOSEKNIT??

PORTER YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD THANK YOOU FOR THE LORE DROP. 

Wait wait we’re doing it now? OH GOD WE’RE GONNA INVESTIGATE NOW AT THE SUMMIT.

Sam said a lot of things..

WAIT NO ONE ELSE BUT DAVID KNOWS WHAT MILO DID?? Even after 2 years??

No Sweetheart think abt this please what if ya get caught.

GO BETA GO BETA FUCK IT UP WOOAHH (i’m sorry i'm so stressed.)

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You should’ve punched her Sam, you should’ve.

Sam and Darlin’ needed better taste in vamps ffs 

Sam therapy time 😇🥳 (as required in every Sam video)

YES SAM STAND UP FOR YOURSELF 

God Sam and Darlin’ are so fucking sweet URGDHAKDA

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Is Angel stuck talking there or??

Imagine talking to someone for like 15 minutes and come back to find your friends stalking a head of the house. David needs a panadol for the headache coming up.

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OOH ARE WE EAVESDROPPING.

Well nobody wants to join a cult tbh, like that’s so suspicious.

This is a surprisingly civil argument, i was expecting someone getting thrown through a wall

UH OH WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT??

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WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

What’s up w the king

HUH HE’S DEAD????? WHEN I SAID I WANTED HIM DEAD I DIDN'T MEAN ACTUALLY DEAD.

TAH’S IT TAHT ITS WAHTD THE FUCK? DID SWEETHEART KILL HIM? DID CHRIS DO IT HOW DID ALEXIS KNOW, IS THAT WHY PORTER PICKED A FIGHT??? TO CREATE A DISTRACTION?? 

So no ice cream?? 💔

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Away In A Manger

Away in a manger No crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus Lay down His sweet head

The stars in the sky Look down where He lay The little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing The poor baby wakes But little Lord Jesus No crying He makes

I love Thee, Lord Jesus Look down from the sky And stay by my side 'Til morning is nigh

Be near me, Lord Jesus I ask Thee to stay Close by me forever And love me I pray

Bless all the dear children In Thy tender care And take us to heaven To live with Thee there

Take us to heaven To live with Thee there

Source: Public domain.

[bxngthedoldrums]

a petekey reading of so much (for) stardust

aka you knew i'd do this aka i didnt take four literature classes in college for nothing aka make sure your tinfoil hat is SECURED to your noggin aka dear lord forgive me for committing sins of petekey in the year of 2023

look. i have to do this or i don't deserve this blog. amen

~ love from the other side

okay. yea, immediately the "you were the sunshine of my lifetime" thing is sort of sus, because we all know pete wentz and anytime sun or summer is involved it's Something. this is solidified in "summer falling through our fingers again" in verse 2, but it's interesting that he uses "ours" in this lyric bc i feel like recently most of pete's summer lyrics have been pretty self-inflicted. it's impossible to not note the whole "inscribed like stone and faded by the rain" in the bridge v. "the tombstones were waiting" line in bang the doldrums. i shant even elaborate u can pick up what i'm laying down!

~ heartbreak feels so good

i think this song is pretty light on petekey imagery but "light from a screen of messages unsent" kinda reminds me of "some nights it gets so bad i almost pick up the phone" in ginasfs but i could be reaching for Sure. let's be real that's all i do

~ hold me like a grudge

honestly i think this is one of the worst petekey offenders on the album. this one had me gawking at my screen as i read the lyrics. "thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers" ??? be SERIOUS pete... "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" yeah I GET IT I GET IT !!! the whole thing reeks of 2005 summertime fling

~ fake out

"do you laugh about me whenever i leave?" bonkers ass line,,this reminds me of pete's lj writing in those years after 2005,,,"my mood board is just pictures of you, but i'm not sad anymore" YEAH. this is SO pete holy fuck. that classic wentz obsession,,"we did for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change" this line's got me on the fuckin FLOOR. also classic pete!!! his perchance for nostalgia is just insane and he really feels it huh

~ heaven, iowa

i dont even know how to get into this one. "kiss my cheek, baby, please/would you read my eulogy?" SICK and TWISTED evil!!! evil!!! "i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me" jesus h christ the melancholy is off the charts but holy fuck this song is so,,,tender? i dont know wht to say but i know this was written w summer of love intention. i know this in my heart. "scar-crossed lovers, forever" OKAY I KNOW !!! this song is DEVASTATING verse 2 is fucked UP and the bridge is too!!! "closed my eyes inside your darkness and found your glow"???? i cantr og on

~ so good right now

i can't really discern any particularly petekey lyrics in this one right away but the whole "i cut myself down to be whatever you need me to be" is pretty fucking wild

~ i am my own muse

there's some really sad lyrics in this one ab the whole future-not-going-as-planned thing that comes up so frequently in pete's writing but honestly the whole "let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer" thing made my head explode. every lover's got a lil dagger in their hands!!!

~ flu game

im not gonna sit here and type out ths whole fucking song but oh my GOD bro. this song to me is a really nice callback to pete's older style of lyricism but that comes with the self-deprecation and all the other really sad shit. it's beautiful! it's horrible! i love it!!! its about mikey i cant even pul out a few lyrics just LISTEN

~ baby annihilation

another fucked up one that literally anyone else in fob should have vetoed but OKAY?? "time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer" MAN SHUT UP. "self sabotage at best, under your spell/but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself" ..........dude. if you're like me and you've poured over pete's oooold lj posts from the mid 2000s you already get it, but if you havent,,,go do it and get back to me bc this is TOO MUHC im unwell. "what is there between us if not a little annihilation?" i think i hauve covid

~ the kintsugi kid (ten years)

this song is really fucking sad actually. there's so much fear of being forgotten on this album and it's showcased really beautifully in this song,,,mayhaps not the most obviously petekey song but god damn

~ what a time to be alive

this song's about covid and quarantine n it's pretty easy on the whole suffering from a fling in 2005 thing! good job pete and fob

~ so much (for) stardust

this song is kinda suspicious but there's very few lines that really solidify it as a petekey song,,, altho "i think i've been going through it, and ive been putting your name through it" is a really interesting lyric. and OF COURSE, "in another life, you were my babe/in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime" happy xmas war is over

[kieselsteinn]

which csh albums to listen to in order in my Opinion umm I wrote this for a friend and I’m not gonna reread it LMAO um there’s probably stuff in there that only caters to her

1. START at teens of denial it’s very cool there’s some long stuff and some short songs it’s a nice introduction to csh and it’s just like a very chill but emotional!! destroyed by hippie powers and drunk drivers / killer whales are the most emotional and in my brain I think they’re short and sweet but no they’re 5 and 6 minutes long ermmm that’s funny!! this is actually the album that kinda launched csh into the mainstream and got them on the tonight show with jimmy fallon along with twin fantasy. nice solid rock album.

2. if you want more emotional stuff, twin fantasy (face to face)!! I FUCKING LOOOOOOVE TWIN FANTASY!!!!! it’s very emotional and the end is fucking fantastic it’s like the telling of a story of teenage love that went oh so terribly wrong!! kind of umm yeah it’s really really good my personal favorites are beach life in death and bodys !! bodys is super electric and such a fun track it is so awesome I fuckin love that song!! beach life in death is so emotional and LONG (13 minutes) This album is actually a like redraw of the mirror to mirror 2011 version of this album (THAT I BOUGHT THE VINYL OF!!) that old version of the album is shorter and has shittier production quality but it has far more raw emotion. becuase that album was made while that shit was happening to will and not just to redo the music

3. teens of style umm if you want more cheerful stuff!! it’s super nice I don’t like it personally as much as like the original songs but it’s still great!! teens of style is like a compilation album of some older car seat tracks from monomania and my back is killing me baby!! my favorites are probably strangers, and something soon!! something soon is probably one of my favorite csh songs of all time I won’t lie I kinda prefer the mbikmb version ermmm you could PROBBALY relate to the lyrics it’s a very very good song!! strangers is also a fun Energic song that’s easy to get stuck in your head 😜😜 it’s also a nice way to introduce (prepare) yourself to some of the songs that are on this next album!

4. MONOMANIA. HOLY FUCKING SHIT MONOMANIA. Ummm well this album is a very sad emotional roller coaster. it’s very electric and experimental music wise. this is basically the continuation of twin fantasy (mirror to mirror) I would actually rlly recommend listening to them back to back!! these songs are absolutely fantastic ohh my god misheard lyrics kinda sucks BUT THE MEANING IS GREAT!! my favorites are los borrachos and Maud gone they r fantastic music wise (the drums on Los borrachos R SOOOO FUCKING GOOD) and I actually know maud gone on guitar teehee!! two tracks on here that are absolutely fucking soul crushing are souls and anchorite. some of the first csh songs I listened to!! Ahaha ohh my god 🙁 yeah they r really really really sad souls is like bodys but HEARTBREAKING!!!

6. how to leave town!! not a personal favorite! Really good though! it’s got more electric synth stuff on it and the first track is so fucking long Jesus Christ they did not need to make a SIX MINUTE LONG INTRO?? yeah this album is kinda forgettable but it’s got some real good shit! I really like hey space cadet (who doesn’t it’s absolutely fantastic) and beast monster thing umm itw as hard to choose favoirtes bc I rlly like some of these tracks!! this album is just really relaxing and then all of the sudden you’re sobbing uncontrollably and calling up a therapist dear lord

7. living while starving! kind of like an interlude to the csh albums it’s just a nice short ep with five songs I really like every song on there umm except devil moon and I hate living pls I swear I like them but they’re kinda forgettable !! this album has the best version of oh! starvibg i fucking loove it sm!!!! will’s redone taht song THREE different times but this is the best version I swear 🙏 this ep actually has their second most popular song! it’s only sex! which is really good but im not gonna talk about it 😊😊😊😊

8. nervous young man. THE BEST CSH ALBUM HOOOLY FUCK ITS SO GOOD!!!!!! There is a lot of variety in these tracks and some long ones, some short ones!! My favorites are I wanna sweat and fuck I can’t choose I’m just gonna list off like a ton of songs I like umm so some strange angel, knife in the coffee, big jacket, dreams fall hard, burning man, crows, the gun song (SO GOOD), jerks, and Boxing Day!! the gun Song and Boxing Day are so long (15 minutes each) but oh my god they are so emotional I love them so so so so much umm the reason this album is so far down on the like,, csh path is because IT IS TWOO HOURS LONG!! GOD it’s soo fuvking good though I actually made art based off of I wanna swear and I’m working on a. Dreams fall hard piece it’s soo yum

9. my back is killing me baby!! just a like 47 minute long album of a lot of short and sweet songs this is actually a super old album so the production quality is shitty to say the least! Umm I absolutely love every song off of this one except lawns because it’s soo 😭 unserious hes literally just complaining about picking up garbage?? every song is super upbeat and catchy and always fucking stuck in my head

10. MAKING A DOOR LESS OPEN! this album is really good you just have to be a big csh Fan to like it LMFAO umm it’s very experimental! it’s all electric stuff I really like deadlines hostile and life worth missing! this is very much so. Acquired,, taste but I swear it’s great! deadlines hostile is actually one of the first csh songs I listened to and it’s a great starter I won’t lie

11. twin fantasy (mirror to mirror) umm oops idk why I put this so far down I kinda forgot about it LMAOOO umm well it’s sooo strangles will toledo it’s very soul crushing compared to face to face. face to face feels more hopeful and cheerful but this version is soo sad dude oh my gof!! I actually like these versions of bodys, sober to death and nervous young inhumans more teehee they’re just better! these tracks just feel more personal I guess? like will Toledo is younger and he was making this album because this is what he was feeling at the time, but the newer version is just some really great retellings yk! I love the raw emotion and want to give this album a hug

12. 4 & 3 I put these in their one little group together bc they’re both pretty short and like,, they’re the numbered albums. These aren’t on any streaming services I don’t think besides youtube! And band camp! Soo I recommend 4 before you listen to 3 because 4 is just nice and a. Lot like my back is killing me baby! Some nice catchy stuff my favorite is probably that daniel johnston song idk I haven’t listened to the album in a while,, umm 3 is soo. EIEUGEVATWU that’s one album to cry to! beach funeral and beach fagz are fucjing soul crushing oh my god they are so sad esp the outro parts um don’t look up the lyrics to beach fagz tho and if you do don’t,, don’t ask me idk either man 🙁 3 is my favorite numbered album and I actually listen to it like regularly I fuckin love that album sm

13. BEFORE YOU LISTEN TO 1, 2, AND LITTLE PIECES OF PAPER WITH NO WRITTEN IN THEM LISTEN TO DISJECTA MEMBRA! it’s basically some outtakes of nervous young man and where the outro of the face to face version of famous prophets came from!! the songs on there are really good but I put it so low because it’s so deep in the rabbit hole. this album was only accessible if you bought nervous young man for a certain price on band camp back in 2013, so it’s literally ONLY on YouTube. I really like the song sinner it’s yum and also really sad Ermm DRUNK ON A WORK NIGHT IS ON THIS ALBUM I TJINK THAT SONG IS SOO FUVKING FUNNY!! YOU WERE ON METHBTHE WHOLE NIGHT?,!!,????

14. 1 and 2 these are soo,, what was going on man! um the production is shit because he was recording on a tape recorder LMAOO I like the emotion in these he does an awful lot of screaming. The original version of big jacket from nervous young man actually comes from 1 and that’s pretty cool I guess! I like the song where he goes THE FUCKING COOFFEE HOUSE I don’t remember which one it is umm I need to relistento these,, KID WAR IS ALSO RLLY GOOD

15. little pieces of paper with no written on them. Umm these songs has no written on them for a reason! this album is just basically Will releasing a bunch of experimental tracks he scrapped to the public because they’re still good,, the best song is I CAN TALK WITH MY EYES SHUT and it’s actually,, dare I say one of the best early csh songs DONT TELL ANYONE I SAID THAT THO

16. go to therapy

[quill-pen]

A Christmas Confession pt. 1 (Married!ScroogeXReader)

I know, I know! I said I wouldn't post up much more for the story and that I'd only do some requests and headcannon stuff, but since listening to that gorgeous cover of 'Come What May' by Luke, my brain has been fraught with inspiration. And when I followed through with it, it turned into something just a little bit bigger because I've been dying to write Ebenezer being a loving Uncle figure to children. So here we are!

Part two will come along in a bit and bring with it quite a bit more romance. *wink* Right now, enjoy sweet Uncle Ebby with some adorable little girls plus YOU!

Note: Remember, the main idea of the story is you are Marley's estranged daughter raised in America but returned to England to live (for many complicated reasons) in your early to mid-20s (younger half-siblings now included because I want to write father-figure Scrooge and the Cratchit kids and street urchins can't always be around). For the many complicated reasons previously mentioned, you have married Ebenezer--a dear friend--and are struggling with the situation because you truly have feelings for the man, but are convinced he couldn't possibly feel the same.

Also, too late for Christmas stuff? NOT WHEN IT COMES TO 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'. If Ebenezer can keep Christmas in his heart alive all the year, then why can't I?!

Enjoy!

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: None, unless you count pining and seriously adorable Uncle Ebenezer with cute kids.

Summary: Christmas time has come again! This time, (probably at the behest of the children) you and Scrooge have invited the Cratchits and the Huffmans to stay with you for Christmas Eve so that you may all enjoy a Christmas morning together. You and Ebenezer agree to put the children to bed so that the Cratchits might have a break. For once!

A/N: Don't worry--we will get Prudence in the next part! And as always, insanely soft Scrooge.

And if anyone has any idea what the other Cratchit girls besides Kathy (who by all rights would probably be Belinda IDK why so many names got changed in this thing) are, let me know. Because right now, I'm just naming them things that sound right.

Part 2

A Christmas Confession pt. 1

Arms crossed over your chest, you leaned against the doorpost and watched with a small smile on your face as Millie and the young Cratchit girls knelt at the side of the bed, heads bowed and hands clasped in the nightly prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep….”  Once they’d finished the recitation, they went around the bed, each thanking or praying to God individually about something or someone in turn.  Millie started off the round: “I thank you, God, for sending us the baby Jesus.  And I also pray that my friend Betty in Cincinnati has a nice Christmas this year.  She told me in her letters she was wanting a new doll and a dress--I hope she gets them.  I would just like a pony, with Christmas ribbons in its mane and tail.  Thank you, God.”

You fought back the urge to laugh at that, successfully turning it into a quiet snort.  Oh, you’re adorable but highly tenacious baby sister!  Even at six years old, you could already tell you were in for a whirlwind of a time raising her up.  God help you when the teenage years came! 

A large, warm hand enclosed over your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the children to see Ebenezer standing just behind you.  “How are we coming?” he murmured, eyes on the girls.

“We’re just finishing up our prayers,” you whispered back.  “How are the boys?”

“Tucked in, waiting for you to come say goodnight.”

You gave him a look of disbelief.  “What?!  You mean to tell me you have that rowdy lot in bed already?  How on earth did you beat me?”

The silver-haired man flashed you one of his divinely roguish smirks, making your knees feel the slightest bit wobbly.  “I, my fine lady, am a man of many talents,” he whispered mysteriously.

Raising an eyebrow you smirked back.  “Hmm, bribed them with sovereigns.  I see.”  You tsked your tongue and shook your head at him.  “Cheater.”

Ebenezer didn’t even try to deny it, just merely burred that beautiful chuckle of his that stirred your soul.

The two of you fell silent and watched on as the girls continued on around their individual prayers.  Ebenezer’s hand stayed on your shoulder, a wonderful, gentle, steady, and warm weight that conversely sent shivers tingling along your nerves.  Oh, how you wished he’d put that hand around your waist and pull you into him, as close as a real wife should be.  Or at least take one of your own hands into it and twine your delicate fingers together with his attractively large ones.  There was no hope for it--you wanted to be completely and utterly possessed by him.  Not merely carnally (though that in itself was a major appeal) but in the soft, devoted, domestic way too; the way you’d see the Cratchits and Huffmans behave towards each other; the way you’d see couples walking the street act; the way you’d grown up watching your mother and step-father interact.  What you would have given to be totally and completely the woman of the house--to be Ebenezer’s woman.

But there was no point in pining for things that wouldn’t come to pass, so you forced your mind away from the concept and put it back on the girls, who were coming to the end of their personal prayers.  Millie added in one last time: “Also, God, I know I’m still just a little girl, but I’d take really good care of a pony if I had one.  I promise--cross my heart.  Honest.  Amen.”

Again you snorted, and you heard the man beside you rumble out another amused chuckle as well.  “She certainly knows how to work the system,” he remarked.

“Oh, she’s completely incorrigible,” you told him.  With that, you moved back into the room (regretfully slipping out from Ebenezer’s touch as you did) and approached the children.  “All right, girls, very good.  Now let’s get into bed.”  You pulled back the thick covers and watched as they all filed between them one by one.  

“We’re not sleepy yet,” Tilda and Maggie protested, despite snuggling in next to Millie.

“We want to stay up and try to catch Father Christmas!” Alice added enthusiastically.

An entire chorus of excited agreement went up from the girls

“But he won’t come unless you’re all sound asleep,” you countered, smiling the slightest bit.  Oh, to be a child on Christmas Eve again!

“Why?” sweet little Judith asked.

All five sets of eyes shined brightly up at you in innocence and wonderment, awaiting an answer.  An answer that you, admittedly, were a little bit stumped over.  “Um… well… that’s just always been the way it is.”

“But why?” Millie pressed further.

“Because that’s how Father Christmas’ magic works!”

You and the girls turned to see Ebenezer coming into the room, slate-blue eyes as bright and shining as the children’s.  He smiled and winked at you as he moved towards the bed.  You felt your heart flutter just a bit, the slightest warmth of a blush color your cheeks.  Thank God the flickering firelight would help conceal it.  

The tall man went around the bed and sat on the side opposite you, beaming down at the snuggled-up little girls in a way that made your heart positively melt.  “You see, girls, Father Christmas has a very special kind of magic that can only work when you are all asleep,” Ebenezer twisted up his face in a comically sneaky way and peered around conspiratorially as if he were about to relay a very important secret that only they were supposed to hear and then whispered, “because the magic is fueled by your Christmas dreams!”

You made saucer-wide eyes along with the girls and exclaimed, “Ooooh!” 

“Yes,” Ebenezer continued.  “That’s why you must all sleep tonight so that you may dream and give Father Christmas all the power he needs for his magic to work.  Why without your dreams to help him, he would never be able to travel the world and deliver presents to all the little boys and girls!  And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No!” Judith exclaimed, her eyes twice the size they normally were and so full of sweet innocence it broke your heart.  She clutched her dolly preciously to her.  

“No,” Ebenezer agreed with a serious shake of his silvery head.  “I didn’t think so.  So off to sleep for each of you.”

“How come we have to go to bed, but the grown-ups don’t have to?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, shouldn’t they be sleeping so their dreams can help the magic too?” Tilda added.

That time it was Ebenezer’s turn to look stumped.  Clearly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead in his story.  “Um… w-well-”

“Grown-ups’ dreams aren’t as powerful as children’s dreams,” you came to his rescue.  “But we make up for it by helping Santa in making sure that all of the children go to bed on time so that he has enough magic when he needs it.”

“Precisely!” Ebenezer brightened, smiling gratefully at you.  Then he became very serious and stern as he turned to the girls again.  “Which is why you must all go to bed at once,” he ordered, poking a ticklish finger into each little girl's tummy, causing them to squeal with laughter.  “Because if you do not go to sleep, we will be failing in our duty to Father Christmas!  Understood?”

Still giggling, the girls all sounded off: “Yes, sir!”

“Very good!” Scrooge said, voice still gruff like a Sergeant Major General’s.  “Now, good night!”  With a devilish gleam in his eyes, the man loomed down over the girls and gave them each a good hard nuzzle on the face with his cheeks, evilly chuckling ‘good night’ over and over.  The girls laughed harder and tried to push him away, shrieking and squealing about his “whisker tickles”.  That only made him continue with more vigor.

You couldn’t help but laugh right along with them.  “Ebenezer, at this rate you’ll get them so stirred up again they’ll never be able to sleep for Santa!”

Laughing as well, Ebenezer pulled back to give you an acquiescent smile.  “I suppose you are right, my dear.  Without these little ones’ dreams, Father Christmas may never get his sleigh off the ground!”  With that, he turned back to the girls and leaned back in, only this time to administer gentle kisses to their brows.  Each girl gave him a return kiss on the cheek; Millie went a bit further to reach up and hold his face in place as she blew a wet raspberry into his muttonchop.  (The man grimaced but judging how he still smiled, he didn’t seem to mind too much.)  “Good night, my lovies,” Ebenezer murmured softly, an adoring gentleness in his blue eyes.  “Sweet dreams and happy Christmas.”

“Good night, Uncle Ebby!” the girls chorused as he stood to leave.

“Right to sleep now,” you told the girls as you too stood up and began to leave.  “No talking.  Remember Santa’s counting on you to help him work tonight.”

“Yes, Y/N/Auntie Y/N!”

There was still the faint noise of giggling and whispered chatter as you closed the door, but it was quickly beginning to die down.  Ebenezer’s magic had worked.

A mildly disgusted groan caused you to turn and find the man in question wiping at his spittle-slicked cheek with his handkerchief.  

You giggled and pulled out your own handkerchief from your sleeve.  “Here, let me.  Your silky thing won’t do the job.” 

With a grateful smile, Ebenezer gentlemanly bowed his face towards you.  "That girl is going to be a menace to society, I tell you," he said, only half-jokingly.

You hummed in agreement as you cleaned him up, still having to stand a bit on tiptoe to do so (lovely, tall man…).  "Don't I know it?  She is her father's daughter--George was a… character.  But I adored him.”  You gave him a knowing smile.  “Just as you adore Millie."

Ebenezer gave you a playful scowl, the softness in his eyes saying you were right.  “You’d better go see the boys now,” he said, once you’d finished drying him off.  “And then we’d better check on the older children to make sure they got themselves to bed.”

You nodded and put your kerchief away.  As you followed him down the hall, you were still thinking about Ebenezer’s story.  You’d never heard anything like it before.  “Where’d you come up with that?” you asked, looking up at him.

The man raised a bushy brow quizzically.  “Beg pardon?”

“The story about Santa’s magic fueled by children’s dreams.  Did you hear that somewhere or did you just make it up on the spot?”

Ebenezer smiled.  “Oh, that.”  He chuckled.  “Well, yes, I did come up with it, as a matter of fact, when my sister and I were children.”  A sort of sad haze came into the man’s beautiful eyes to mix with the happiness of the memory as he reminisced.  “You see, Jen was like any other child on Christmas Eve--well so was I, rather, for a while at least.  Apparently, our parents couldn’t give her a satisfactory answer as to why she should go to bed rather than stay up and wait for Father Christmas.”

“So you came up with the reason for why.”

“Exactly.”

“Did it work?”

“It did.  And Jen would ask me about it every Christmas after, even beyond the point where we stopped believing.”

You smiled and gently nudged the tall man with your shoulder.  “She liked the story,” you said.  “It is a good story, I must say.  Certainly much more fun than what we were given: Mama and George told us if we didn’t go to bed, Santa would simply pass right over our house.  It seemed to do the trick for us.  Although my final year of believing, I did sneak out of bed and stayed up.”  You laughed at the memory.  “Sakes alive, did I give poor old George a fright when he came down early to put the presents out!  He just about took me over his knee to tan my hide!”

“And I take it catching your stepfather was what caused your belief to fade,” Ebenezer surmised, looking a little amused by your story.

“Yes,” you admitted a little forlornly.  “It was sad.  I think it’s always sad when you stop believing in that sort of magic.”

“Yes,” Ebenezer agreed, also looking just a bit sad.  But then he quickly gave you a bright smile.  “But then you discover a new magic in making the old magic for others, and then you begin to believe again.”

“Just in a different way,” you said, understanding his meaning.

The man only beamed in agreement.  “That was a very nice addition to the story, I must say,” he said after a moment.  “The bit about adult dreams not being as powerful as those of children.”

You raised your chin a bit haughtily and flipped a curl of your hair with a smug smile.  “Why thank you, kind sir,” you purred.  “I thought it was inspired.”

Ebenezer chuckled at that.  “You know, I’d forgotten that story,” he remarked as you both pulled up in front of the door to the boys’ room.  “Until now.”  He had a distant, contemplative look in his eyes.

Feeling a bit bold, you reached out and grabbed his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.  You smiled genuinely at him.  “I’m glad you remembered it, Ebenezer,” you told him.  “The girls enjoyed it and… and so did I.  Truly.”

Ebenezer had looked a bit surprised when you’d taken his hand so suddenly.  Now the surprise was fading back into warmth and affection.  He squeezed your hand back.  “Then I shall strive never to forget it again, Y/N.”  

There was something in his manner; something extremely soft and unknown to you in his voice and gaze; something that warmed your being from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.  For the umpteenth time, your heart fluttered--your breath caught in your throat.  You may not have known what it was, but you knew you never wanted him to stop looking at or talking to you like that.  Could… could he possibly- the thought was dismissed from your mind before it even had time to fully process.  No.  No, it wasn’t that; it wasn’t possible.  Ebenezer saw you as his very dear friend and that was all; he would never look at you or speak to you in a way other than that.  It was just fanciful thinking on your part that that warmth in his manner could be something more.  Merely wishes.  It was simply the merriment of the evening and the excess joy of the children rubbing off on everyone, enhancing every emotion.  It was the spirit of Christmas--that was all.

You shook your head, clearing off the daze.  “Well,” you said, clearing your throat before adding significant volume to your tone so you would be heard through the door, “we’d better go make sure these boys are asleep!”  With that, you, rather reluctantly, let go of Ebenezer’s hand.  And if you weren’t so deadset on Ebenezer seeing you as nothing more than a friend, you could have sworn his release was reluctant as well.

@the-house-of-auditore-frye @oldmanlusting

[walkswithmyfather]

“AWAY IN A MANGER

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,

The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.

The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,

The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,

But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky

And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay

Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;

Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,

And fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.”

(Luther’s Cradle Hymn)

[https://www.facebook.com/PostcardsFromGod]

[fitrahgolden]

There's A World You Need To Know: 11 - I want you exactly as you are

Anthony raised his fist to knock on Mary's door when a clap on his shoulders made him jump.

"Fuck, you're gonna be here?"

"Of course!" Simon grinned at him. "Someone needs to ask you what your intentions are with my god-sister."

"Jesus Christ." Anthony pinch the bridge of his nose. "God-siblings aren’t a thing."

Simon sucked his teeth. "That's one mark against you, Bridgerton. You sure you want to talk to me that way before you've even asked me for her hand?"

“Does this mean your mum is gonna be here as well?

Simon opened the door as he said, "Already in there, mate."

"Great," Anthony mumbled as they made their way inside.

"Kate! This street urchin claims to be yours!"

Kate popped her head into the hallway before breaking into a smile as she approached Anthony, Newton following close behind. 

"Oh, yes, this one is. I think. I collect so many."

She kissed him softly and ran his fingers through his hair. 

"Ugh, Kate, not in front of my salad!"

She playfully punched Simon's shoulder and he feigned injury.

"Yes, Si. Directly in front of your salad." She took Anthony's hand and led him down the hall. "Come on, we're in the kitchen."

"OK," Anthony said, trying to smooth his hair back down, at which Kate rolled her eyes.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Kate announced as she turned the corner into the kitchen, where Mary and Edwina were tending to far too many pots and pans on the stove while Agatha sat unbothered at the table, sipping tea.

"Anthony, this is my mum, Mary, my baby sister, Edwina, and I believe you already know my godmother, Agatha."

"I do. It's lovely to see you again, Ms. Danbury."

"Indeed. I trust you have matured quite a bit since university? No more sneaking young women into my home at all hours of the night?"

Anthony blanched as the Sharma women all shared a laugh.

"Mum, it was one time." Simon sighed.

"I caught you once, Dear. Two very different things."

Anthony was desperate to change the subject. "Mrs. Sharma, it’s so good to meet you.. I brought you this.” He handed her an ornate box. Inside were sachets of cardamom, cloves, cinnamon sticks, black peppercorns, and everything else Kate had told him was required to make authentic masala chai.

"Oh, wonderful! I always need more of these. What a thoughtful gift." Mary pulled Anthony in close to kiss him on the cheek. "And you absolutely must call me Mary."

"Then I will, Mary."

"Go ahead and sit, you two. Breakfast is almost ready. There's a pot of chai if you want to help yourself."

Kate wrapped an arm around Anthony's waist as they moved to the table. "You OK?"

"Yeah, actually." He pulled out a chair for Kate before settling into his own. Then he felt what could only be described as abject horror paralyzing his body as Kate opted to sit on this lap instead of the chair next to him. "Kate, Kate, Kate, what are you doing?"

"Oh, unclutch your pearls, young man. We are under no illusion that this is some virginal courtship." Agatha rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her tea. 

Anthony hazarded a look over to Mary, Edwina, and Simon, who were all doing terrible jobs of holding in their laughs. This can't be real.

“Welcome to our free love commune, Anthony!” Edwina cackled.

He looked up at Kate, who wasn't laughing, just giving him a comforting smile. "This isn't a setup, is it?"

She stroked his cheek. "Ignore her. This really is fine, but I can absolutely move if you're uncomfortable."

Anthony's body relaxed as he placed a hand on Kate's hip. "No, it's nice--if it's really OK."

"You're sweet." She kissed the tip of his nose.

"So, Lord Bridgerton. What are your intentions with my sister?"

Simon narrowed his eyes at Edwina over his cup of kaapi. "That was my line, Ed, and you know it. We talked about this!"

—

"Did you have a good time?"

Kate was lying on top of Anthony on his couch, drawing circles on his chest as they caught their breaths. His eyes remained closed as he raised his eyebrows.

“When, just now? Oh, ten out of ten. Quick, attentive service–but not too quick."

Kate flicked his ear. "You aren't funny."

"I am, actually."

When Kate didn't say anything, Anthony opened his eyes to find hers imploring him for a real answer. He ran his fingers through her hair. "Kate, I had a great time. I'm looking forward to seeing your family again."

"Really?"

"Yes."

She sighed happily and kissed his neck. "Can I take some pictures of you?"

Anthony furrowed his brow. "What?"

She leaned over, reaching into her overnight bag, and pulled out a camera. Anthony recognized it as one of the ones from her father's collection.

Kate sat up, straddling him. "I like how you look right now. Can I photograph you like one of my French girls?"

She looked so earnest, so vulnerable. He couldn't deny her anything. He knew he wouldn't be able to for the rest of his life.

"Yes, Ms. Sharma. How do you want me?"

She didn’t hesitate. "I want you like this. I want you exactly as you are."

—

"Dearest. I didn't know you were working from here today?" Violet stopped as she walked by the open door of his study.

"Hello, Mum. I didn't have a lot on today, so I wanted to see who was around. Actually, I just spoke with the kids and they said you have another meeting at their school coming up and I'd like to attend."

Violet took a few steps into the room and shook her head. "I really don't think that's necessary, Anthony."

"It's not about what is necessary. I want to be there. Greg and Hy are fine with it."

"Well, they don't make the decisions. I do."

Anthony ran his hand over his face. "Mum–"

"I thought we were past this, Anthony."

"Past what?"

"You seemed to have moved on. With Kate and everything. You seem to be on your way to, I don’t know, starting your own family."

Anthony froze. "My own family?"

"Darling, I didn't mean it that way. I simply meant you no longer need to parent the kids. You haven't needed to for quite a while, actually."

Anthony stood from his desk and took a measured breath.

"Mother, this isn't fair. We were all happy when you recovered. Happy for you, happy for us. Of course we were. But, you must understand, life was still happening before that and you weren't there. Not really. First you stayed in your room for months, and then you were gone getting help. The help you needed, and I don't begrudge you that. But Hyacinth was an infant, Gregory was barely walking and talking. And it wasn't just them. Colin, Daph, El, Frankie. They are all so young. Benedict helped however he could, but he was sixteen. I don't regret taking care of my family. I really don't. But you don't think I also wanted to retreat? That I didn't feel numb and wanted to just… be allowed to sit in that? I put in the work, Mum. I'm not Dad. I know. Believe me, I'm reminded of that every damn day. But I was there for them, all of them. As a brother, a provider, and, yes, a parent. I'm sorry that this seems to offend you, but I can't turn it off like it hasn't been my life for a decade. Please don't treat me like a nuisance when I'm simply trying to continue to be the rock that I've been working so hard and so long to be for them."

Anthony was heaving by the end of it. Violet was stunned into silence. After a long while, Anthony grabbed his things and walked toward the door.

"Anthony, I'm sorry."

Anthony kept a hand on the doorknob and looked back at his mother. "I know. And I know we still need to talk. I just can't right now. I just… I need to go. I love you. I do."

—

Anthony knocked rapidly on Kate's door. He knew she was home and expecting him. He'd called her as soon as he left Aubrey Hall. Once she opened the door, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and holding a cup of chai, he felt like he could breathe, as if he'd been holding it in ever since he left his mother's. "Hey."

"Hey." Whatever his expression was, it obviously concerned her. She turned and left the door open for him to follow.

She led the way into her kitchen. “I’m glad you called. It sounded like you needed to talk.” She turned to the pot on the stove. It was still steaming. "Do you want some?"

Anthony walked up behind her, took her mug out of her hands, and put it on the counter.

She sighed. "Anthony."

He silently turned her around and kissed her roughly. "I don't want tea."

“What’s–?”

He hiked her up and smiled when her legs instinctively went around his waist. He buried his face in her neck and he walked them into the living room.

He unceremoniously tossed onto her couch. Anthony quickly straddled Kate and started to push her shirt up. Once he saw her lacy underwear, he groaned. "Fuck, I need this. You have no idea."

"Will you give me an idea, then?" He leaned down and kissed her.

"I will. Later."

"Now. Or not, whatever, but I'm not into this at the moment." She started to sit up.

Anthony sat back in his haunches, exhaling heavily. 

"Anthony."

"Yes?"

"Can I please ask what's happened at your mum's?"

He leaned back until his back was resting against the arm of the couch, opposite Kate.

He looked up at the ceiling as he said, "I really miss my dad."

"Yeah." Kate said quietly.

"But… I don't know how to say it. I miss that I didn't get to miss him when I was a kid. It just fucking… happened and then my mum effectively disappeared immediately and everyone was looking to me like, "What do we do now?" And I had no idea. But I sure as shit had to get myself together quick. There were seven of them. Every single one of them grieving, angry, utterly lost at sea. And I was fucking jealous. Isn’t that fucked up? Because I couldn't count myself among them. I inherited dad's title, his legacy, I managed the money he left even though it was Mum's because she either wouldn't or couldn't get involved in any of it. Whenever I felt myself sinking, whenever I drank too much or stayed out until dawn, that numbness, it felt good. I mean, it felt horrible, but those hours when I was treating myself like shit, I didn't have to take care of anyone. I could get lost at sea like everyone else. But I couldn't stay there. I was right back at it with everyone at home the next day."

He took a few deep breaths and realized he was crying. 

"Fuck. On one hand, I think maybe I should just get out of my mum’s way. But… I'm afraid of what that even means. I don't think I know how to stop doing what I've been doing for ten years. And I feel like I could lose part of myself if I did."

They sat in silence for who knows how long. Maybe fifteen minutes, maybe thirty. Eventually, Kate spoke. "How are you feeling?" She asked, rubbing his hands, their fingers intertwined.

Anthony let out a heavy sigh, the tears having stopped. "Exhausted." He chuckled dryly. Kate just nodded. "But… I feel good, I think. Lighter." He sounded surprised. Again, Kate said nothing.

Anthony narrowed his eyes. "You're therapy-ing me right now, aren't you?"

Kate smiled. "Only a little. You need to find someone to therapy you for real."

Anthony groaned and crawled over to put his head in her lap. She automatically started running her fingers through his hair. "Can't I just keep talking to you?"

"Nu-uh. Baby boy, I'm your girlfriend, not your therapist. I can't be both."

"Yeah. I know." He pulled her head down to kiss him. "I'll stick with girlfriend." Anthony closed his eyes as Kate continued to move her nails over his scalp. 

"You'd better. But, I know a few very good therapists I could recommend. If I do that, will you call them?"

Anthony said nothing, just furrowed his brow. Kate leaned down again to kiss his forehead before whispering in his ear. "Anthony. Please."

"Will I have to paint and play instruments?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"Then yes, I will. I promise. I love you"

"I love you, too. Forever."

—

[This is my first story that is more than a one-shot vignette. I thank @newtonsheffield for tolerating being an involuntary soundboard with grace while I developed this story and @waterlilyrose for encouraging me to write the story myself. And, of course, the Academy. It was an honor just to be nominated.]

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

Link Click: Season 2

The second season is finally underway! The first two episodes are already on Crunchy Roll and I am happier than a kid in a candy store.

Besides general excitement, I want to talk about how fucking beautiful their opening sequence is. They were like, hey, let’s spice it up a bit. And then created beautiful perfection.

I might be slightly too content watching the opening over and over. It is just so visually stunning.

I LOVE that it’s it’s own visual puzzle. There’s foreshadowing. There’s a story here… you just can’t get too hypnotized by the beauty before you.

Oh my sweet baby jesus.

Like - WHAT THE FUCK BEAUTY IS THIS?! IM SO FUCKING OBSESSED.

And the damn under water scenes? Fudge.

I’m going to be totally honest here, I love Cheng Xiaoshi. He’s a great character in a great show, but…

TWO FUCKING EPISODES IN AND DEAR LORD.

MY GOD DAMN HEART.

*initiate google search*

Is it possible to be in love with a fictional character?

They have managed to make Cheng even more amazing. His entire demeanour shifted. He’s more hardened yet still with a squishy centre. I just. Holy fuck. I’m trying to not make this a spoiler post, all I’m going to say is he is beautiful and amazing.

[minimallycreative]

I just finished my binge of Sweet Magnolias and Sweet Baby Jesus, what was that ending.

Cal, why? I could see he was teetering on the edge of something, and I just wished that he talked to someone about something

Maddie, oh my lord, I just want to give you a hug. She deserves a Long vacation and time away from everything.

(Rebecca is the cutest thing, and I have baby fever now !!)

Dear lord, Ryan cannot read the room, and I just, bless his heart.

Mary Vaughn needs to sit down and reevaluate her life choices deeply, because there is supporting your spouse through thick and thin, and there is whatever she is doing.

Bill needs to go on a sabbatical

I cannot wait for Trotter and Ashley to adopt!!! oh, they are going to be such good parents!!

I am so proud of Dana Sue and Robbie for working on themselves (especially Dana Sue) and working on their relationship.

Ty and Kyle are such sweet souls and I think they are becoming fine young men.

I want to see more of Katie! I demand it!

Annie and Jackson are so sweet! And I am so proud of Jackson for all the progress he made as a person.

I cannot wait for Noreen and Maddie's friendship. and the Townsend children being big siblings to Rebbeca. and Issac being the biggest brother to all of them.

I just love this show, and I am so glad that I picked it up randomly. and it is so beautiful (except for the ending, which was a huge shocker, but that is kind of the point). ugh, so good at showing real relationships.

~Athena

[annabethvicit]

gangsey x hozier

this is half-assed, i just need to put thoughts on paper at the moment. 

gansey:

“so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight so deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine for reasons wretched and divine she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild laughing away through my feeble disguise no other version of me I would rather be tonight and, Lord, she found me just in time 'cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done i need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young”

+ this because i giggled “don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ! don't be kind to me honey don't feed me - i will come back” 

“remember when you'd sing, just for the fuck of it? and any joy it would bring”

ronan: 

“babe, there's something lonesome about you something so wholesome about you get closer to me

no tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony no 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know i slithered here from eden, just to sit outside your door”

+ the obligatory “take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife”

“my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand that's how I know now that you understand there's no plan there's no race to be run the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun there's no plan there's no kingdom to come i'll be your man if you got love to get done“

blue: 

“i knew that look dear eyes always seeking was there in someone that dug long ago

so I will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way i already know, i will not ask you where you came from i will not ask you and neither would you, 

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips we should just kiss like real people do”

“all the things yet to come are the things that have passed like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass like the bonfire that burns that all words in the fight fell to wasteland, baby i'm in love, I'm in love with you and I love too that love soon might end be known in its aching shown in the shaking lately of my wasteland, baby”

adam:

“my baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done if the Lord don't forgive me i'd still have my baby and my babe would have me when I was kissing on my baby and he put his love down soft and sweet in the low lamp light I was free heaven and hell were words to me”

“i’d be appalled if i saw you ever try to be a saint i wouldn't fall for someone i thought couldn't misbehave but i want you to know that i've had no love like your love and on the other side, why should we deny the truth? we could have less to worry about, honey, i won't lie to you but everything i do i've had no love like your love“

noah:

“and all things end all that we intend is scrawled in sand or slips right through our hands and just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans when we begin again we begin again”

“the very thought of you and am I blue, a love supreme seems far removed” 

“how big the hourglass, how deep the sand i shouldn't have hoped to know, but here I stand”