I just want to talk about that nurse calling Lucy “Mrs. Lockwood.” About how she asked George if he was MrLockwood when she first came to the house. And then I want Lucy to be the one opening the door to people looking for either employment or wanting to employ the agency and going “Are you Mrs.Lockwood?” and her starting to like the sound of it.
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my sister turned on work song by hozier and I suddenly felt unbearable urge to cry over helnik I miss them so much it's unhealthy
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No ship has ever been more work song coded than Steggy
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Today, I woke up for ballet class and went to get dressed. My boyfriend made me a cup of green tea with one spoonful of honey, the hard honey, in my lilac mug with the blue spoon, the smallest one. He passed me the black tote bag before we went out. On the way there, he pointed out that one of the clouds "looked like a columbine" - he is not interested in clouds, or in columbines, or in plants at all. He laughed when he saw I was wearing the purple socks with green dinosaurs on them, "because those are the ones you wore when we first hung out" he said.
I went to uni today proudly wearing my green backpack. "It's green, you love green" He said when he gave me the gift bag containing it during our beach holidays. I looked into the bathroom mirror in between classes and smiled at my dragon earrings, they look just like his necklace.
The thing is, I like my green tea with one spoonful of hard honey and I love the smallest blue spoon. I wear the black tote bag to ballet class and I love clouds and plants and columbines. I collect funny socks, and he knows the stories of them all. He knows my favourite book is Demian. His sister tells me he's taking notes while reading it. He remembers all the space facts I've told him and all the constellations I've pointed out. He says my lips taste like blackberries (I wear blackberry lip gloss, but he argues that it's because that's my name).
He knows and he listens and he remembers. And he tries. He always tries.
And god I love him.
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i find it incredibly amusing how my favorite Hozier song, Work Song, fits SO MUCH with both my all-time-favorite couples for whom i would die for in a heartbeat (hualian and aziracrow) like LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT THIS SHIT.
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in retaliation to all the (painful) pining that sam has to put up with I think that he should get to inflict psychic damage on dean by making him listen to hozier. As a treat
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when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth....
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wreck my plans // lockwood&lucy
"I'm begging for you to take my hand,
Wreck my plans, that's my man,"
Locklyle Week Day 7: Free Day
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𝒋𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒈𝒚𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒍: stop whatever you're doing and go binge-watch the first two episodes of "under the bridge" on hulu asap! seriously, i'm not just saying this just because one of the leading ladies is my soon-to-be wife, nor because the other happens to be one of the most insanely talented actresses in hollywood. this show is absolutely brilliant, exploring the intricacies of personal identity while shedding light on the powerful societal forces that undoubtedly influenced a shocking crime committed by young people. it'll leave you questioning whether anyone should be judged solely based on their worst actions. just to clarify, riley isn't the one behind this message. she's definitely not typing it on my phone right now. nope, not at all. trust me on that. now, go grab some popcorn and immerse yourself in "under the bridge" because you're in for a mind-blowing ride. @rileykecgh
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✧ ֺ ˖ ⎎ @kuipher said an adoring kiss because the other is rambling. jess and mike hehe
pretty, perfect jessica riley –– he counts himself lucky to even be sort of worthy of her love. she's talking about all the fun they'll have when they get to the washington lodge, as odd as it may be. his biggest fear is the awkwardness that is inevitable . . . but if she's excited for it, he can never tell her not to be. no, she's too passionate for him to ever dare to do that. he sprawls out further on the bed, long limbs stretching until joints quietly pop. he registers her saying, we can have snowball fights, and can't help the smile that prompts to tug at his tiers.
yeah, they can definitely do that. he'd also like to make snow angels, he thinks –– snow angels with his angel . . . that sounds like a plan. mike shifts to sit up, to regard her with a meek fondness. the expression she holds is exuberant, bright and something he can't quite place; he's just glad that at least someone is excited for the trip. it makes himd read it less, after what happened in the most recent past. jess continues to talk, and he tips his head to the side. " you're right, jess. it will be fun for us, despite everything. " they'll be together; that's all he can ask for.
hands reach for her visage as she continues, to draw her close, to press a kiss against parted tiers as if he's trying to swallow all of her excitement. he just might be, hoping that it'll infect him so he can look forward to the trip in the same way. another kiss, a second, a third –– he loses track for a moment, allowing the bliss of it all to wipe away his anxiety. he settles into the comfortable, endearing memory of her words, and the softness of the resulting silence.
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