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mari-the-bimbo · 2 years

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Epilogue: ex husband Gojo

A/N: although I absolutely love the ending, this epilogue is for my softie followers who wanted something to soothe them! If you enjoyed the original ending, ignore this epilogue! <3

Despite the storm in his eyes, the turmoil in his head and the grief in his heart, the white haired sorcerer held his children tight for dear life, kissing them, incoherently whispering sweet nothings to them, promising their mother was going to be okay even though he didn’t believe it himself.

He was good at staying strong for his children, they were always his priority. He was undoubtedly a good father, but an awful partner.

It took the death of the love of his life to realise that.

The warmth radiating from his body and kisses, and the strong hold around his babies were enough to console the crying, grieving children to sleep. They were tired. So tired.

Gojo slumped against the wall with his children in his arms.

“Is Yuuta and Shoko still not picking up?” Gojo asks Geto tiredly. The only two people who could cure his beloved, unlike these ordinary doctors.

“No. They’re probably asleep, it is midnight after all.” Geto replies. The black haired man sighs as he slowly pulls the children out of Gojo’s hold and into his.

“I think we should go home Gojo, I don’t think there’ll give an update about y/n until morning. Staying up won’t fix the problem”

“You take the kids home” Gojo mutters.

Geto sighs but decides not to push any further. Footsteps faded as Geto left the hospital with the kids.

Gojo’s ear suddenly peek as he hears the doors open. “Doctor?” Gojo asks urgently as he jumps up from his chair.

“I have good news and bad news Mr Gojo”

The doctor explained to him you survived, but suffered amnesia as a result of brain damage. Leaving Gojo with the paperwork and visitors procedures before leaving.

And once Gojo was left alone in the empty, dull corridor of the hospital, he fell to his knees, trying to regulate his breathing as good as he can.

She survived.

Gojo quietly thanks God and promises to love and cherish you forever in return that he gets to keep you.

Gojo quickly dries his tears and throws his emotions to a side. He silently stands back up and internally schemes his next move. You’re alive, but being alive wasn’t enough for the greedy sorcerer. You have to become his wife again, for him, for his children.

And you having amnesia? Golden opportunity. Oh how the universe loved him.

And with that, the determined ex husband saunters into the patient room. A smile on his face as he walks in. It’s almost as if the man was never sad in the first place.

A deadly sweet smile adorns his face as he entered and sat next to you, watching you intensely as you rested on the hospital bed, the urge to kiss you awake like the past is tempting but he controls himself. He smiles as he watches you flutter open your eyes, squinting but then widening as your gaze landed on a handsome white haired man you couldn’t quite recognise.

Oh angel I’m so glad you’re okay” he whispers sweetly while stroking your head, with a charming smile that made you blush.

“W-who are you? Sorry I can’t- I-“ you say unable to finish your sentence, feeling overwhelmed from your own confusion.

He ignores the pain in his chest at your words, and instead fakes a frown, “you don’t even remember your own husband y/n? It’s okay, we can work on it together” he reassures you kindly, taking your hand in his much larger pale ones, kissing the back of your hand.

“O-oh thank you” you say gratefully. You muster up a smile to the handsome man who claimed to be your husband. You couldn’t help but wonder how lucky you are! Such a kind, understanding and handsome husband.

“The kids were so worried about you” he sighed, making your eyes widen “kids?”. He hums in agreement, pulling out his phone and showing you his lock screen of all of you together.

Tears start building up in your eyes as you stare at the picture that showed beautiful young children who resembled you and the handsome man laughing as he held all 3 of you in his muscular arms with ease. They’re so beautiful, they’re yours. Oh what a shame you couldn’t remember these sweet memories..

“Oh don’t cry my angel, we can always build new memories together! And maybe we can try for another child you were pestering me for yeah?” he lied with a sweet cheeky smile, leaning forward with a tilt of his head, catching your tears easily, resisting the urge to lick your tears.

“Oh? I wanted another one?” You say bashfully making Gojo chuckle. “Yes you did my love” he answers. “And I must give my wife anything she asked for” he states, leaning forwards and pressing his soft lips onto yours, making your eyes widen in surprise. You don’t stop him, because it felt so good, it must be because he’s your husband right?

Right?

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reformedcoolgirl · 5 months

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hi! could you write about reader meeting tom’s mom (stepfather too maybe?) and she loves her so much and she’s so happy that tom found the right girl?

ahh of course thats so cute !! thank you for the request love :) im so sorry its short also... :(

cherished moments

"what if she hates me!?" y/n fidgets with the laces of the shoes nervously as toms car became closer to the house, tom scoffs sarcasticlly and stops the car, unlocking the car door and quickly running to open y/ns.

the air filled with toms excitement and y/ns nerves as they approached his mothers home. stepping on the mattress,

y/n softly knocks on the door making it swing open, revealing his mom simone, her eyes instantly lighting up with joy.

"ah!, you must be the wonderful y/n Tom can't stop talking about!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug as toms cheeks slowly turn pink. meeting his stepfather, who wore a welcoming smile, added to the heartwarming atmosphere.

they let you and tom inside as you admired the house, the cozy, welcoming and warm home tom used to live in before you two moved in together. toms mother, a beacon of maternal warmth, couldnt contain her happiness.

"tom always said he'd find someone special, and here you are, dear. i can see why he's so charmed with you!" she squeals, taking you to the kitchen and sitting you on the couch next to her. "tom, go get your brother." she tells tom, he nods quickly walking upstairs. she fluttered her eyes as she stood up quickly, again, taking you by the hand,

"come, dear, let me show you something special." she pointed to a wall adorned with framed pictures capturing toms childhood and teenage years. each photograph told a story of a boy who grew into the remarkable man you now knew and loved.

as you two kept looking at the pictures of tom and his twin brother bill, with her explaining every picture and y/n listening, tom quickly comes back downstairs with his brother bill by his side, "hey! your the girl tom cant stop talking about!" bill slightly bounces and runs up to you, giving your a gentle hug,

y/n hugs him back gently, keeping a distance between their faces and giggles, tom rolling his eyes dramatically as everyone exposed him today, bill releases the hug and nods at you excitingly as their mother waits for her to show more pictures, y/n runs up to her, looking at the pictures in 2005,

"oh my god that would be amazing! tom! why not?" y/n smiles widely at his mom grabbing pictures from the counter, as if she was ready for this.

"mooom!" tom groans at his moms explaining and boredom, "what? look how cute you were!" his mom points at the pictures as y/n laughs softly, "Oh right! y/n! I have some spare pictures of younger tom if you would like to keep them?" his mom states, "mom! stop it!" tom whines,

as it became dark outside, toms mom puts the dishes away and clears her throat smiling kindly, "y/n meeting you was a pleasure and im glad tom found someone like you. your a sweet and pretty girl."

"of course, hes gonna be stuck with me forever mrs. kaulitz, don't worry." y/n smiles innocently making everyone laugh, "seriously y/n, we're glad tom found someone kind and caring, thank you for everything." his step-dad rants

"it was pleasure meeting you all, your son is a hübscher junge (handsome boy), all i need, thank you again." y/n smiles, hugging his mom and shaking hands with his dad again, "bye mom! bye gordon!" tom waves as they walk out the house,

"see, did they hate you?"

#tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #tomkaulitz #2000s #tokio hotel #fluff #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x reader #first post

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sebsxphia · 3 months

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I am obsessed (more like foaming at the mouth) at the idea of Jake with tattoos, so here are my head cannon's of tattoo's Jake would have. I think that Jake would have quite a bit of tattoo's, but they'd all be meaningful (except for the first one.)

Your lipstick print on the back of his shoulder.

His wedding ring on his ring finger, right where it sits since he can't wear his ring all the time, and your name in cursive on the inside on his finger down the side. That man is VERY proudly married.

I picture his first tattoo being a dare, so there's also a rooster on his ass (the dare was from Rooster, yes).

In my head, Jake is the only boy with three sisters, and their super close, so they have a small sibling tattoo together on their forearms. Maybe four stars, and which ever sibling they are, that star is filled in if that makes. sense.

Once you have kids, I picture him getting their names or their initials down his forearm.

He has your nickname in your handwriting over his heart.

I head cannon Jake as a Mama's boy, so something for his mom. Maybe her favorite flower or her name somewhere.

yes, yes, yes dear anon! say it louder for jake’s canon tattoos! i couldn’t agree MORE with these! 🥹 they’re a combination of the love he has for you and keeping you on him forever, the things he cherishes most and just sweet, silly lil’ things, like rooster and your lipstick mark 🤭 omg thank you so much for these dear anon! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin

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polydeuces · 2 years

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𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫: austin butler x black fem! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your husband austin is away shooting dune part two. you start to go down memory lane when you realize how much you miss him and your little family you have together.

— requests are open !

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therealy/n: do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? is your heart filled with pain, shall i come back again? tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

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rileykeough: I wonder if you're lonesome tonight?

devonleecarlson: crying. this is so bittersweet :(

florencepugh: you'll see him soon, darling! tell the baby i can't wait to see them blossom in the world!

emmalouisecorrin: coming over and i’m bringing ice cream 🍨

tessamaethompson: i want a love like your love.

pollyannabennett: two souls bound to fall deeply in love.

nattyiceofficail: ohh my heart is melting

altonmason: tell your man to stop texting me about how you're doing! love you btw

anyataylorjoy: a love that not only Shakespeare could write

liked by y/nistrouble, auspresley, viadejonge4ever, and 129,294 others

y/nbutlerupdates: not abt y/n/n, but about her husband. pic a fan took of florence pugh and austin butler out to dinner in budapest. 2022. flo and aus are in budapest filming dune part two. photo via arnoldicaro on instagram.

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gowiththeflo: flo looks so cute omg & this duo is everything

y/nistrouble: take the hat off, butler i wanna see the hair.

auspresley: he can do anything and ill fall apart

viajonge4ever: HES IN DUNE PART TWO?? SINCE WJEN??

austindaily: the fake picture of your friend trick a classic

mydarlingy/n: y/n is so damn lucky

liked by bazluhrmann, olivia_dejonge, and 5,284,838 others

austinbutler: I feel so honored to have loved you for as long as I have and to create something so beautiful with you. Thank you, my love, for being my rock. Thank you for supporting everything I do. You are divine. I can’t wait to see you and to see my family once again. I adore you.

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they/nbulter: to quote Ian McEwan, “I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” You’re a star. 🤍

ausfan29: 🥺❤️❤️

bazluhrmann: To be killing it in the industry and be such a dotting husband- and father - is hard work but you have excelled at it. Can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you and your family.

y/naus35: stopp im sobbing sliding down the wall!! this is so cute!!

olivia_dejonge: I’m so happy that y/n came into your life. You have a permanent smile etched onto your face now, you guys are a perfect duo! (Soon to be trio!!) send me baby pics Xx

y/nfan29: husband!aus in real life?? omg ??

_ashleybee_ : So proud of you Austin! I cherish the times you and y/n/n come over and now you’ll have a little one around too!! Can’t wait. Love you!

cancely/n: PR RELATIONSHIP!!! ⚠️⚠️ ⤿ inlovewithaus: bffr. they have a child on the way. ⤿ y/nupdates: bro be so serious rn lmao they’ve been together FOREVER! just say you wanted Austin but couldn’t have him and move on.

yourmom: Thank YOU for being y/n’s rock and for being the best husband anyone could ever have. Grateful for you. Xx.

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kingsdespair-if · 9 months

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I love your demo! I can't wait for an update! I have a question, how would the ROs react to them finding a note book with pictures of themselves drawn inside? Like with little hearts by their picture.

Hello, dear.

Thank you so much! Of course, let's see their reactions.

Amisha has always known that you are a talented artist, but she never realized she was one of your subjects. She would be ecstatic to discover this, eagerly taking the notebook back to you. You could then discuss the drawing and perhaps she would suggest drawing each other together, a wonderful bonding activity.

Veleena would initially feel confused about why someone would draw her. Perhaps it's a bounty poster? Upon realizing that the notebook belongs to you, she would delicately trace the lines of your drawing, attempting to remember how you perceive her, so incredibly stunning and awe-inspiring. She longs to witness the world through your perspective. Quietly, she would return the notebook without mentioning it, cherishing the memory within her heart.

Khalid would be proud of your talents. He would buy you painting supplies and ask you to paint whatever you want, so he could hang the painting in his tent. Eventually, he would even request a painting of both of you together, to show his siblings what a talented partner he has.

Veldon would immediately run to you, notebook in hand, and suggest a peaceful evening in a quiet location where he can pose for you from different angles. He admires the way you draw him and wants to keep a collection of every picture you create.

Kaellë is deeply moved by this gesture. She doesn't say anything, but she starts to pay attention when you're watching her with your notebook in hand. She discreetly strikes poses, knowing that you're drawing her. She occasionally comes back to see the new drawings you've made of her. Each new drawing fills her heart with warmth.

Mauthak is amazed by the ability of a painting and a piece of paper to capture his likeness. He attempts to secretly draw a picture of you as a gift, but fails miserably. The lines he creates are strange and he accidentally spills paint all over the drawing and himself, making it look like he got into a fight with a paint factory. Nonetheless, he still gives you the gift with a silly smile on his face as you examine the messy drawing.

Secret smiles as they take their own notebook from their bag, revealing drawings of you that they have cherished since forever. Inside, you find images of yourself even from your teenage years, perfectly captured as if looking into a mirror of the past. Secret's smile grows wider as they see your look of confusion. They have always been watching you.

#kingsdespair if #interactive fiction #twine if #original character #ask #anon #twine game #twine wip #ROs #Amisha #Veleena #Khalid #Veldon #Kaellë #Mauthak #Secret

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flownintothesun · 5 months

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𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 @batteredoptimist —

Two years ago today, we started talking nonstop every day and it just... didn’t stop. It didn’t stop when Westley and Muriel decided that they needed a whole server for their lemons, and it didn’t change when the server grew to 300+ threads, over 100 new characters, and the greatest stories that I’ve ever told and been a part of in my life. We’ve been a part of each other’s life in a big way for two years now — not counting the three extra years of me being awkward. Sometimes, I sit here and think of how it’s strange how the world works, and when it chooses to bring people who will change your life forever into the picture. Oftentimes I wonder why I hadn’t met you sooner, or when things weren’t so hard — and then I think of how amazing it is that I met you at all.

When you asked me about my sailor lad a couple years ago, I had no idea my life was about to change course. Having you in my life has been like — breathing magic. There are no words that I can give to you to tell you how much I cherish the existence of you and of James and Muriel and Rosie and Romana and all of the countless others. How many people can say that they get to live their childhood dream with their best friend and partner-in-crime/writing? Every day I wake up and get to write — I get to go on absolutely lovely, wild, magical adventures with this person who matters so dearly to me every time we start a story. I cherish every single moment we’ve been in each other’s lives, I adore our stories, and I am invested in your characters and their adventures just as much as I am my own.

I know that I sap a lot — but I don’t know if you truly know how profoundly you matter to me. How much I appreciate you and your existence and your presence in my life. There simply is no other Nonny. You’re my Sam (and I would like to be your Sam, too!). I would journey from the Shire to Mordor with you — and you’ve already done so for me. I still feel as though I didn’t deserve you in my life for the longest — but I am trying every single day to learn and grow and bring you a bit of the magic that you’ve brought to my life. And maybe that’s the journey — but I’m so grateful for every moment I get to share with you — even if the distance is a bit unfortunate for IRL adventures. I am always, always on your side for every single adventure, and I will always be cheering you on even in those adventures that I’m not as much a part of.

You are a wonderful, kind, compassionate human being and you are an old soul just like our dear James. I still see him in you every day, he’s never gone and never far because he lives in your great big soft and caring heart. You also have so much creative talent and passion that it absolutely blows me away — from your love of animation, to your gorgeous art, your world-building, your characters, the whole of it. It means so, so much to me that I’ve gotten to be a part of your creative adventures. And on that note — can you believe it? We’ve written 40 novels worth of words? Over three million now? Seven thousand pages? I love our stories. I adore that it’s you that I get to share them with.

Thank you so much for being here. For being you. For sharing your magic and kindness and care. For your patience with me. For our stories. For your consistency. For being able to translate me. For giving me the benefit of the doubt. For the flowerpots and adventures. I hope with all of my heart to keep growing into flowerpots with you until we’re old and have been friends forever and have three hundred Discord servers worth of writing, and many adventures (both with the characters and with us, too!) It’s so amazing to me that our creativity together seems so limitless — and despite life throwing a million curve-balls at both of us on the regular, we’re still here because it matters. I’m over here tearing up like a goof. You deserve all of the good things, okay? And I want to be around to see them all.

I adore you. I adore James, and Muriel, and Rosie, and Romana. I adore our time. I adore that you're in my life. Happy second year of adventures — I can’t wait to see what the third brings. Hopefully all of the good things, as are much deserved. Either which way — I’m happy to be on this journey with you. Hold that boat, I'm coming with you! ♡

#batteredoptimist #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐎𝐔𝐓-𝐎𝐅-𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ┊ 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒.#⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 // 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲 ┊ 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛.#long post cw #orion saps over two years of friendship with the best human

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yasmeenblogs · 1 year

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A series of bitter sweet goodbyes:

A class of 30 people, a group of pals who shared all the bitter sweet moments and moral companionship.

Little did we realise all the good times we spent together are now turning into memories. Now the moments are morphed into memories and no doubt reminiscing the good old days will bring ecstatic smiles on our faces.

It's a strange feeling when I'm finally going to leave college, we had a love-hate relationship with our campus. I didn't think it would make me this sad. I'll not only miss these people but I'll also miss the person I was around in that place, between those people. I fear I'll never be that person ever again because we're getting older and I hate how fast the night changes.

I'll miss how we bunked classes, how we used to sit at our favourite spots for hours not wanting to leave, how we attended classes just for the sake of attendance, how our relation with canteen food evolved, from hating canteen food as freshers to having canteen food everyday. I know these will all be stories someday, and our pictures will become old photographs, all our funny videos will become memories. I just wanted to pen it down so that when I look back in time all my memories are preserved safe in a coffer. There are far too many things that I'm going to miss about that place and those people.

The people I shared smiles with are going to swift away, part ways and I'm sure it's for the better. How I wish time could stay just a little while but life goes on and on. I'm so glad to have met them, these people are going to continue their journey and all I wish for them is eternal bliss. It's making me so emo right now to think that these people are going to be parents one day, find their partners and grow in life. Let's end it here with the note that I wish them all the best for their futures and I know they're going to do amazing things in life and I wish them nothing but best with lots of luck, love and light.

-Yasmeen

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Letters from my friends:

To my dearest Yasmeen,

The first time we talked I got a very friendly vibe. You are the most sweetest and beautiful person I have ever seen. And never cry. People like you should always smile. You're so beautiful man, i always get lost whenever I see you. You're such a pretty human I've ever met. Love you loads. I'm gonna miss you so much honey. Hope you achieve everything you desire for.

-R.V

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Hey pretty girl,

this is 'S'. I just have one thing to say... These 3 years with you have been magical. I'm so glad to have met you. Always stay the same and spread your beautiful smile.

-S.D

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Dear Yasmeen,

To the prettiest girl I saw, stay blessed always, keep smiling and shining always. Stay happy!

-M.T

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To dearest Yasmeen,

I'm really glad I met you and we made some really great memories. I wish all the best for your future and always stay happy, blessed and keep smiling. You have a beautiful one! Much love

-N.Z

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Dearest Yasmeen,

Stay happy and healthy. Wish you all the best for your future. Enjoy being the #best phuphu EVER !!! Thanks for all the good memories, stay in touch okay?

-J.A

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Dear Yasmeen,

You're a sweet person. Everyone wants to be friends with you. I'll cherish the days spent together. Stay happy and healthy. You have strong and confident mind. Love you.

-R.F

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Dear Yasmeen,

You are a lovely person to be friends with. It was really nice to know you. Be yourself. May you reach great heights.

-S.S

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Yasmeen!

Pretty pretty Jasmine! Bhai tum bohat pyaare hai internally and externally. I just like your personality. Let's stay in touch forever. Shaadi me bulana meku.. I loveeeee you!

-A.F

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Yasmeen.....!!

Even though I'm irregular but had a nice bond with you. I can't forget our wonderla trip. We had soo much funn.... And no doubt YOU ARE THE PRETTIEST GIRL. Be in touch.

-H.A

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BEST PERSONALITY AWARD

-F.F

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Dear Yasmeen!

The only innocent child I could imagine of. Quick to respond, very sweet. Thank you for such precious gift. All the best for your future. Loads of love

-M.G

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Yassu merijaan,

You're the sweetest person alive. Bohat genuine insaan hai tum, the best soul I've met in my life. Thank you for all the good days. Allah hamesha khush rakhe tumko. Best best insaaan hai tum! Please apna khayaal rakho, mental health is imp!

-F.J

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Hey you pretty girl!

Be happy, eat healthy and stay the same. You are such a sweet, lovable girl. Thank you for existing and all the love to you. May you fulfill all your dreams and be happy throughout your life. Stay in touch, with love.

-J.S

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Heylloo!!

Yasmeen, #the SWEETEST #THE prettiest #best photographer... Thank you for always listening to me with so much care and for always being there. Love you!! I will miss you

-S.A

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(P.s: goodbye notes I received from a few of my friends on our last uni exam.)

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faggy-dyke · 1 year

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happy pride everyone! a new month is here and with it a new Deadlights trailer! For June we have a slate of some of the most beautiful, evocative animated films from the past 40 years! Check out Gretchen's patreon to join us for:

MOVING PICTURES

a note on this month's stinger: in May i learned that a dear friend of mine, Jim Gabriel, died unexpectedly. A brilliant cinephile who was so loved and cherished on what we even now still loosely refer to as "film twitter" that people who had only spoken to him a handful of times were heartbroken to learn of his death.

Over the past decade, Jim was like a father to me. He taught me so much about movies and life. He was so warm and genuine, so damn funny and caring, and he was let down again and again by the "safety nets" that should have caught him as a mentally ill bi man living in extreme poverty. But one thing he taught me, with his words and his life, was that even being so brain sick, so poor, handed the worst deck imaginable we still are allowed to experience joy and we have to grab it whenever we can. And that art is one of life's ultimate joys.

I can't believe we'll never shoot the shit about movies and drugs and life again, we'll never clown on dumb bullshit again, we'll never have another long phone call. i know that for the rest of my life when an especially cool movie is coming out or someone is being really asinine about movies I will feel a twinge of grief because i wish so badly i could hear what he thinks about all of it. this trailer is dedicated to his memory, a testament to his unbridled passion for film, which will live on in me and his loved ones forever. thank you for everything, Jim.

and thank you to anyone who read this far about my dear friend who i miss so much. please enjoy the trailer and think about joining us at the Deadlights Theater!

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tiny-librarian · 1 year

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I posted 3,542 times in 2022

That's 56 more posts than 2021!

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#if you prefer marie & fersen to marie & louis i'm going to assume you either know nothing about ma or you're just incredibly shallow 💅🏻

My Top Posts in 2022:

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A statement from Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie:

Our dearest Grannie,

We've not been able to put much into words since you left us all.

There have been tears and laughter, silences and chatter, hugs and loneliness, and a collective loss for you, our beloved Queen and our beloved Grannie.

We, like many, thought you'd be here forever. And we all miss you terribly.

You were our matriarch, our guide, our loving hand on our backs leading us through this world. You taught us so much and we will cherish those lessons and memories forever.

For now dear Grannie, all we want to say is thank you. Thank you for making us laugh, for including us, for picking heather and raspberries, for marching soldiers, for our teas, for comfort, for joy. You, being you, will never know the impact you have had on our family and so many people around the world.

The world mourns you and the tributes would really make you smile. They are all too true of the remarkable leader you are.

We're so happy you're back with Grandpa. Goodbye dear Grannie, it has been the honour of our lives to have been your granddaughters and we're so very proud of you.

We know that dear Uncle Charles, the King, will continue to lead in your example as he too has dedicated his life to service.

God save the King.

With our love,

Beatrice and Eugenie

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A stone slab engraved with the names of Queen Elizabeth II, her late husband Prince Philip, and her parents King George VI and Queen Elizabeth, has been installed at St George's Chapel in Windsor.

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Trick or treat, I hope you have enjoyed the day muchly 🧡

you too!!! <3 <3 here some cute stuff for you my dear

Inojin waddles over on his tiny little feet, almost falling over him as he so often does and presents Kouta with a picture he has drawn, a proud smile on his face.

Kouta is a little perplexed, still kind of unprepared for affection from the little boy. For the longest time Inojin was a little scared of him, hiding in Shin’s arms whenever they came by. Kouta did not know if it was his appearance, the animal scent or his rather loud demeanour, but somehow the child stayed away from him when he was small, despite his best efforts.

So when he had been tasked to look after the boy today he hadn’t thought it would go well at all, in fact, he had been convinced it would be a complete disaster.

Sai and Ino had been invited to a Team 7 house halloween party and Shin had offered to babysit, but then Shin had once again had trouble with his health and they needed to lie down to take a breath and maybe sleep a little. Of course Kouta had offered to continue babysitting, because Shin deserved the rest, but deep inside he had been sure he was going to fuck it up somehow.

But to his great relief, the little boy seemed completely content just using his crayons to draw, clearly having watched his father paint in his freetime and taken over the hobby. All Kouta needed to do was sit close and watch the boy, make sure he wasn’t somehow running away and hurting himself.

He was just contemplating getting food from the fridge when the little boy walked over, his tiny feet almost without noise on the carpeted floor of Kouta’s and Shin’s apartment.

“Uh, thank you,” Kouta said, a little confused and took the picture from the boy.

This mere act of acceptance made Inojin smile and Kouta wondered if the child had ever smiled in his presence.

Then he turned the picture around. On the other side was a little orange animal, four legs and a weirdly long formed body and ears and eyes. It looked wild, especially with the way the boy had tried to simulate the fur. Kouta stared at it.

The boy grabbed Kouta’s leg and as he looked down Inojin said something that sounded dangerously close to “Uncle.”

Kouta looked down on the picture again: “Is that me?”

“Uncle,” the child repeated and smiled. He had never called Kouta uncle before, even when Sai and Ino and Shin did.

What was this feeling that he felt now? The weird warmth inside his core that spread from his head to his fingertips. He looked back to the picture, the wild animal in orange that mirrored his hair colour so much.

“Thank you, Inojin,” he said with a smile, leaning forward and putting a hand on the boy’s head softly. “I’ll cherish this forever.”

#prompt things #google docs be like #you dont mean inojin you mean emoji right?#no i do NOT

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Anonymous asked: Poor Hitman trying not to poke Niccola through the night. That was equal parts sweet and absolutely hilarious! I love reading about these two so much. May I request some Niccola/Bret headcanons in the future? I just want to gobble it all up!

Thank you, dearest! Your kind message means so much to me. I am so glad to know that you found that response as funny and cute as I did while writing it! I could just picture Bret and his wide-eyed stare, LOL. Stiff as a board where he laid next to his love, those big browns of his unable to look away from her and those revealing, but very comfy, shorts! His poor heart was about to burst. Could anyone really blame the poor guy, though? Really, though, thank you for taking the time to write to me about your thoughts! It might not seem like it, but I do cherish everything that has been sent to me. It not only makes me blush, but also lets me know that what I am doing brings other people some form of entertainment. And there’s nothing better than that kind of connection!

Aw. Of course! Never be afraid to. Truly, Nickie and Bret are such a huge piece of my heart. Any excuse to write more headcanons and stories for them, is a good excuse in my book. @niccolahiromithomas is a HUGE reason for this. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say so forever, Nickie’s mun is a true inspiration for me. Not just a great friend, too, but a wonderful writing partner and a beautiful human being. Be sure to give her and Nickie some love, also!

But, because you have me in a mood, dear anon, I will give you a headcanon that I have for Bret and his Nickie, just because I can!

So, we all know that the Hitman loves to draw. Besides wrestling, that’s his true artistic passion. But what most don’t know is that, whenever Nickie isn’t looking at him, he’s busy sketching her. He’d try to play it off like he wasn’t, that he was taking inspiration from something else, maybe a bird that flew by the window or a weird looking tree branch that hung so close to the ground in the backyard, but that’s just not the case. He’s actually busy drawing pictures of his wife. Sure, they’re more cartoony in style than photorealistic, but it’s still her, nonetheless. He has a whole sketch pad of pieces. A whole book dedicated to just her - some are more silly faces, some more serious, and some just downright sensual - but they’re all different perspectives of the woman that Bret loves. She’s his muse. He can’t help but want to capture her smile forever, through both pencil and paper. He plans on giving her the book once he fills all the blank pages. Maybe as a birthday present, but not til he’s done with it. Course, he can’t let her catch on to his plans! It would just ruin the surprise, but also cause her to stop making such faces that her husband finds both so cute and so ridiculous.

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#Owner of a Lonely Heart | OOC #[ Anonymous ]#[ Niccolahiromithomas ]#Making Love Out of Leather and Lace | Bret x Niccola #Young Hearts Be Free | Headcanons

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Chapter 11: A Second Chance

Dear readers, I have some shocking news to share with you today. It seems that one of our most beloved couples, the dashing Mr. Benedict Bridgerton and the lovely Miss Ingrid Whittington, have had a tragic turn of events. As you may recall, they seemed to be the perfect match, both in looks and in love. But alas, fate had other plans for them.

It has come to my attention that Miss Whittington was involved in a terrible kidnapping and carriage accident, that left her with a broken leg and a head injury. She was taken to St. Mary's Hospital, where she has been recovering for the past few weeks. But that is not the worst of it, dear readers. The worst of it is that Miss Whittington has lost her memory, and does not remember anything or anyone!

Yes, you read that right. Miss Whittington has no recollection of who she is, or who Mr. Bridgerton is. She does not remember their love. She does not even recognize his face, or his voice, or his name. She has forgotten everything that made them happy.

How heartbreaking for Mr. Bridgerton, who has been by her side every day, trying to help her remember him and their life together. He has been telling her stories, showing her pictures, reading her books, anything to spark a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. But so far, nothing has worked. She still looks at him with confusion, as if he were a stranger.

What will become of this unfortunate couple? Will Miss Whittington ever regain her memory? Will Mr. Bridgerton ever win her back? Will they ever find their way back to each other? Or will they be forever separated by this cruel twist of fate?

I do not have the answers to these questions, dear readers. But I do have a feeling that this is not the end of their story. There may still be hope for them, if they are willing to fight for their love. And I, for one, will be rooting for them.

Until next time,

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

Benedict entered the hospital room, carrying a bouquet of roses. He smiled when he saw Ingrid, who was lying on the bed, staring out the window. She looked pale and fragile, with a cast on her leg and a bandage on her head. He felt a pang of guilt and sorrow, knowing he was partly to blame for her condition.

"Hello, my love," he said softly, as he approached her. "How are you feeling today?"

Ingrid turned to look at him, but there was no recognition in her eyes. She didn't know who he was, or why he called her that. She had been told he was Benedict Bridgerton, the man who had saved her life, the man who loved her more than anything. But she didn't remember him, or their relationship, or anything about her past. She felt like a stranger in her own body.

"Hello," she replied politely. "I'm fine, thank you."

Benedict set the roses on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. He took her hand in his, but she pulled it away. He sighed, but didn't give up. He had been coming to see her every day since the accident, hoping to jog her memory, hoping to make her fall in love with him again. He had brought her photos, letters, gifts, and stories from their past. He had told her how they had met, He had told her how much he adored her, how much he missed her, how much he needed her. He had kissed her, hugged her. But nothing had worked. She remained distant and indifferent, as if he was a stranger.

He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket sits down in the chair. He clears his throat and begins to read.

"My dearest Ingrid,

You are the light of my life, the star of my sky The reason I breathe, the reason I try To be a better man, to make you proud To cherish you always, to say it out loud

But now you are gone, lost in the dark Your memory is faint, your smile is a spark That I hope to ignite, to bring you back to me To remind you of our love, to make you see

That we belong together, that we are one soul That nothing can break us, that we are whole So please don't forget me, please don't give up Please remember our story, please wake up

I love you forever, I love you more each day I will never stop loving you, no matter what they say You are my Ingrid, and I am your Benedict You are my everything, and I am your poet

Yours always,

Benedict"

He looked at her, hoping to see a spark of recognition, a flicker of emotion, a sign of affection. But she only looked bored.

"That's very nice, but what does it have to do with me?"

Benedict felt a surge of frustration and hurt.

"It has everything to do with you, Ingrid. I wrote this poem for you, Don't you remember? We went to the park, and I recited it to you under a tree. You cried and kissed me, and said it was the most beautiful thing you ever heard. You said you loved me more than words could say. You said you were the luckiest woman in the world. Don't you remember?"

Ingrid shook her head. She didn't remember. She didn't feel anything.

"No, I don't. And I don't believe you. How do I know you're not lying to me? How do I know you're not trying to take advantage of me? How do I know you're not the one who did this to me?"

Benedict gasped. He couldn't believe she would accuse him of such a thing. He loved her more than life itself. He would never hurt her, or betray her, or deceive her. He was the one who had risked his life to save her, He was the one who had stayed by her side, the one who had prayed for her recovery. He was the one who had done everything in his power to make her happy, to make her remember, to make her love him again.

He looked at her with a wounded expression.

"Ingrid, how can you say that? How can you doubt me? How can you not trust me? I love you, Ingrid. I love you more than anything in the world. You're my everything, Ingrid. You're my reason for living. You're my soulmate, Ingrid. You're the only one for me. Please, Ingrid, please. Remember me. Remember us. Remember our love."

He leaned in and kissed her softly, hoping to awaken her feelings, hoping to restore her memory, hoping to reclaim her heart. But she pushed him away.

"Get away from me! I don't know you! I don't love you! Leave me alone!"

She started to cry, and so did he. He got up and walked out of the room, feeling defeated and hopeless. He didn't know what to do, or how to help her. He didn't know if she would ever remember him, or love him again. He didn't know if they would ever be happy again. He only knew that he loved her, and he would never give up on her. He would never stop trying to make her remember. He would never stop loving her.

Ingrid was sitting on a chair, trying to move her leg with the help of a wooden stick. She felt a sharp pain every time she moved it, but she didn't give up. She wanted to get better, she wanted to walk again, she wanted to be normal again. She didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially not to Benedict.

She still didn't remember him, or their love, but she had learned to tolerate him. He had been very kind and patient with her, never pressuring her or forcing her to do anything. He had visited her every day, bringing her flowers, books, and chocolates. He had read to her, talked to her, and listened to her. He had made her laugh, smile, and cry. He had shown her that he cared for her, that he respected her, that he admired her. He had made her feel something, something she couldn't quite name, but something that was warm and pleasant and comforting she felt bad for yelling at him earlier.

She also felt guilty, guilty for not remembering him, guilty for not loving him, guilty for not being able to give him what he wanted. She knew he deserved more, he deserved better, he deserved someone who could love him back. She knew he was unhappy, he was frustrated, he was hopeless. She knew he was suffering, and she was the cause of it. She wished she could remember him, she wished she could love him, she wished she could make him happy. But she couldn't.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and quickly wiped it away. She didn't want anyone to see her cry, she didn't want anyone to pity her, she didn't want anyone to worry about her especially her parents and sisters.

She looked around the room, hoping to find a distraction. She saw a man sitting on a wheelchair, with a bandage covering half of his face. He was holding a book in his hand, but he wasn't reading it. He was staring at her, with a curious and sympathetic expression. He smiled and nodded at her, and she nodded back. She wondered who he was, and what had happened to him.

"Hello, Miss Whittington," he greeted her, in a friendly voice. "I'm Edward Collins. I'm a patient here, too. I've seen you around, but I never had the chance to talk to you. Do you mind if I join you?"

Ingrid hesitated, but then decided to be polite. She didn't have many friends, or any, for that matter. She didn't have anyone to talk to, except for Benedict. And she didn't want to talk to him, not right now. Maybe talking to someone else would help her forget, or remember, or something.

"Sure, Mr. Collins," she agreed. "You can join me. What are you here for?"

Edward wheeled himself closer to her,

"I'm here for physical therapy, as well. I was injured in the war, two years ago. I was a soldier, fighting for our country. I was in a battle, and a bomb exploded near me. It burned half of my face, and damaged my spine. I lost my sight in one eye, and severely injured my back I may not be able to walk again. I've been in and out of hospitals ever since. They say I'll never recover, but I don't give up. I hope to get better, someday."

Ingrid gasped. She felt a surge of pity and admiration for him. He had suffered so much, and yet he was still hopeful and optimistic. He had sacrificed so much, and yet he was still grateful and humble. He had lost so much, and yet he was still friendly and cheerful. He was a hero, and she was a nobody.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Collins," she apologized. "That's terrible. You're very brave, and very strong. I admire you, and I thank you for your service."

He shrugs, "It's nothing, Miss Whittington. It's my duty, and my honor. I don't regret anything, except for one thing. I had a fiancée, before the war. Her name was Elizabeth. She was the love of my life, the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. We were supposed to get married, after the war. But when she saw me, after the accident, she changed her mind. She said she couldn't marry me, she couldn't love me, she couldn't be with me. She said I was a monster, and she left me. She broke my heart, and she never looked back."

Ingrid felt a pang of sadness and anger for him. She couldn't believe that someone would do that to him, someone who claimed to love him, someone who promised to be with him. She couldn't understand how someone could be so cruel, so shallow, so selfish. She couldn't imagine how he felt, how he coped, how he lived.

"That's awful, Mr. Collins," she sympathized. "She's a horrible person. You deserve better, much better. You deserve someone who loves you, for who you are, not for what you look like. You deserve someone who supports you, who cares for you, who stays with you. You deserve someone who makes you happy, who makes you smile, who makes you feel alive."

He smiles and thanks her,

"Thank you, Miss Whittington. You're very kind, and very sweet. You're right, I do deserve someone like that. And so do you.

"I do who is it?" Ingrid asks.

"His name is Benedict Bridgerton, right? He's the one who visits you every day, the one who brings you gifts, the one who reads to you. He's the one who loves you, more than anything in the world. He's the one who saved you, from your injuries, from your amnesia. He's the one who's trying to help you remember, who's trying to make you love him again. He's the one who's waiting for you, who's hoping for you, who's praying for you. He's the one who's suffering for you, who's hurting for you, who's dying for you."

Ingrid felt a jolt of shock and confusion. She didn't know what to say, or what to think, or what to feel.

"How do you know all that, Mr. Collins?" she asked.

"I've been observing you, Miss Whittington. I've been listening his letters, and his poems, and his stories. I've seen his photos, and his gifts, and his flowers. I've been noticing his gestures, and his expressions, and his emotions. I've been learning about you, and about him, and about your love. And I've been wishing, Miss Whittington, wishing that I had what you have, wishing that I had someone who loves me like he loves you, wishing that I had someone who would do anything for me, like he would do anything for you, wishing that I had someone who would never leave me, like he would never leave you."

He paused, and looked at her with a sincere and earnest expression.

"Miss Whittington, you're very lucky, very lucky indeed. You have a man who loves you, more than anyone else in the world. You have a man who would give up everything for you, even his own happiness. You have a man who would die for you, if it meant saving your life. You have a man who is loyal, faithful, and true. You have a man who is handsome, charming, and noble. You have a man who is perfect, in every way. You have a man who is a dream, come true. And you don't even remember him, or love him. You don't even appreciate him, or respect him, or care for him. You don't even realize what you have, or what you're missing, or what you're risking. You don't even know, Miss Whittington, you don't even know."

Still looking at her he advises,

"Miss Whittington, I don't mean to offend you, or to interfere with your life. But I have to tell you, as a fellow patient, as a fellow human being. You have to remember him, Miss Whittington. You have to love him, Miss Whittington. You have to keep him, because he's the best thing that ever happened to you. You have to keep him, because he's the only one who can make you happy. You have to keep him, because he's the only one who can make you whole. You have to keep him, Miss Whittington. You have to keep him, before it's too late."

It's evening when Benedict returns he is walking with Ingrid through the hospital garden, holding her hand and supporting her as she used her crutches. He was happy to see her smile and enjoy the fresh air and the flowers. He was happy to spend some time with her, without any interruptions or distractions. He was happy to have a chance to talk to her, and maybe, just maybe, make her remember.

He looks at her with a loving expression and compliments,

"Ingrid, you look beautiful today. I love the way the sun shines on your hair, and the way the wind caresses your face. I love the way your eyes sparkle, and the way your lips curve. I love the way you laugh, and the way you sigh. I love everything about you, Ingrid."

Ingrid looked at him with a grateful expression,

"Thank you, Benedict. You're very sweet, and very generous. You're always saying nice things to me, and doing nice things for me. You're always making me feel special, and making me feel good. You're always showing me that you care, and showing me that you love me. You're a wonderful man, Benedict."

Benedict felt a surge of hope and joy. He thought he heard a hint of affection and warmth in her voice. He thought he saw a glimmer of recognition and emotion in her eyes. He thought he felt a touch of tenderness and passion in her hand. He thought she was starting to remember, starting to love, starting to want.

He leans in and whispers,

"Ingrid, do you remember me? Do you remember us? Do you remember our love?"

Ingrid hesitates, and then shakes her head.

"No, Benedict, I don't. I'm sorry, I wish I did, But I don't."

Benedict felt a pang of disappointment and sadness. He thought he was making progress, but he was wrong. He thought she was getting closer, but she was not. He thought she was ready, but she was not.

He sighs and reassures her.

"It's okay, Ingrid. It's not your fault, It's not your fault that you don't remember, that you don't love, It's not your fault that you were kidnapped, that you were injured, that you're amnesiac. It's not your fault, Ingrid."

He pauses and looks at her with a pleading expression and continues,

"Ingrid, please, don't push me away. Don't push me away, because I love you. Don't push me away, because I want you. Don't push me away, because I need you. Don't push me away, Ingrid. Don't push me away."

Ingrid felt a jolt of guilt and confusion. She looked at him with a conflicted expression and confessed,

"Benedict, I don't know what to do, because I don't remember you. I don't know what to do, because I don't remember loving you. I don't know what to do, Benedict. I don't know what to do."

She pauses then continues, "But I know something someone else told me to do. I think he's right, because he knows what it's like, to be injured, to be alone, to be unloved. He knows what it's like, and he knows what you're like, and he knows what you have, and he knows what you deserve, and he knows what I should do."

She looks at him with a determined expression,

"Benedict, I want to tell you what he said, because I think it's important. It's important, because it might change everything, for you, for me, for us. It might change everything, Benedict."

She takes a deep breath,

"Benedict, he said that I have to remember you. He said that I have to love you. He said that I have to keep you. He said that I have to keep you, because you're the best thing that ever happened to me. He said that I have to keep you, because you're the only one who can make me happy. He said that I have to keep you, because you're the only one who can make me whole again. He said that I have to keep you, before it's too late."

Benedict felt a shock of surprise and curiosity. He wondered who she was talking about, and what he had said. He wondered why she listened to him, and why she agreed with him. He wondered what she meant by keeping him, and what she was going to do.

He asks.

"Ingrid, who said that to you? Who told you that you have to remember me, love me, keep me? Who said that to you, Ingrid?"

Ingrid looked at him with a serious expression,

"Edward Collins said that to me. Edward Collins, is a man who was injured in the war, a man who lost his fiancée, a man who wears a mask. Edward Collins, is my friend, Edward Collins, a man who knows what it's like, a man who knows what you're like, a man who knows what you have. Edward Collins, a man who knows what you deserve, a man who knows what I should do. Edward Collins, is the man who said that I have to keep you, Benedict. He is the man who said that I have to keep you, before it's too late."

Benedict felt a mix of emotions. He felt grateful and touched that Edward had spoken so highly of him, and had tried to help him. He felt hopeful and excited that Ingrid had listened to him, and had decided to follow his advice. He felt curious and anxious about what Ingrid was going to do, and how she was going to do it.

Benedict asks.

"Ingrid, what are you going to do? What are you going to do, to remember me, to love me again, to keep me?"

Ingrid looked at him with a brave expression and said:

"I'm going to do something that I've never done before. I'm going to do some things that might be hard, or scary, or painful. I'm going to do stuff that might be risky, or foolish, or crazy. I'm going to do things that might change everything, or nothing. I'm going to do something, Benedict and I hope you're patient with me and give me a second chance especially when I remember you and our love."

"Of course my love." He says enthusiastically and kisses her hand.

She leans in and kissed him passionately, hoping to feel something, hoping to remember something. She kissed him, and he kissed her back. He kissed her back, and she felt something, and she remembered something she remembered love.

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i wrote this for the love of my life

one day i'll be brave enough to tell you these words instead of hiding behind them...

Note: 'Axel Engelbrecht' is a pseudonym. I've kept my love's name hidden for obvious reasons lol).

(I'll probably publish all my "love letters" here since I can't give them to 'Axel'. Not yet anyway.)

(Thanks for reading:]).

30 March 2023

dear axel

one day you’ll read this. maybe not. maybe it’ll stay here forever, lost in the archives to collect digital dust. maybe it’ll find its way to you. if it does, i hope it finds you in love, light, and happiness.

i can’t lie and say that my heart doesn’t shatter, and my stomach doesn’t drop whenever i see, hear about, or picture you with someone else. merely typing that brought tears to my eyes. it’s selfish of me, i know. you are the last person that i want to be selfish with or towards, but i can’t help it. i am selfish with you because i want to be the one. i want to be yours, and i want you to be mine, neither possessively nor from a place of objectivity. i’d like us to share one house, one home (because a house and a home are two different things), one heart, one life, one love. ours as separate vessels may be imperfect and not in working order, but maybe we can build something so strong, powerful, beautiful, and everlasting together.

i’m willing to do whatever it takes. i’m willing to suffer for ten, fifty, a hundred more years if it means that, in the end, i have you to hug, kiss, hold, laugh with, love, and cherish for all the days of my life. i’m willing, able, and ready to get out of my comfort zone; to try new things, struggle through what makes me uncomfortable, embarrassed, and/or afraid. i will fight for you and defend you from everyone who tries or thinks of even hurting you. when necessary, i’ll defend you from myself. i would and will do anything for you; not just as your partner/person, but also as your friend, confidante, companion, and whatever else you need me to be.

if you let me, i promise that i will try my hardest to make you happy all the days of my life. i will be faithful, honest, respectful, and i will try my best. i’m not perfect at all. i still look in the mirror – and/or i look within – and i wish that i was a different person. i wish that i was better than what i am; that i wasn’t as stubborn, self-deprecating, insecure, self-sabotaging, fearful, and weak. i only ask that you love and accept me as i am, and i will do the same.

i will screw up. i’ll say and/or do the wrong thing every once in a while. i won’t always get it right. i won’t always be happy. i will have my moments where i push you away even when every cell in body is screaming at me to reach out to you for help and support. please bear with me, and please forgive me for any pain i may put you through. with all my heart, i promise that it is not intentional. hurting you is the last thing i want to do – i swear.

i also don’t want to restrict or change you, or make you feel like you have to behave a certain way or do/say/think differently. i love you for you; and not for what the unrealistic and idealistic parts of my brain dictate the love of my life to be (no doubt due to me consuming too much romantic fiction for my health). i don’t want or need a perfect love. i just need you and your love.

i love you, and i want you to let me to in a way that will cross the boundary of a typical friendship. i would also love it if you felt the same, and i do not wish for you to feel coerced or pressured into returning my feelings. in fact, if you feel even an inkling of doubt at any point in time, just say the word and i’ll back off. i’ll let you go. i’ll set you free. no doubt, it’ll be one of the most agonising and difficult things i’ll ever do, but i want you to be happy even if it is without me and/or because of someone else.

i felt an inkling of this sensation when we first got to know each other, but now that i’ve known you for over a year i can confirm and declare it with confidence. you are my person. you are it for me. you are my endgame.

when i was (or thought i was) in love in the past, it fogged my mind. it completely consumed me and became my identity. i almost made the same mistake with you, but the breakup – and the few months we weren’t talking – really opened my eyes. i learned that pursuing a romantic relationship with you instead of simply appreciating the relationship we already had nearly destroyed you. when i’m not hyper-focused on my feelings for you, i can truly enjoy my time with you. i can be present in the moments and the memories in the making. i can learn more about you, and i can learn more from you. i become calmer and more centred.

loving you is no longer the centre of my life. it, however, makes my life more enjoyable and worthwhile. it makes me want to be a better person. you make me want to be a better person.

you’ve taught me some of the most important lessons in my life – including how to not take things for granted; how to persevere through the difficult times; how to find happiness in the unlikeliest of places; etc. above all, you have taught me what true love is. love is not a Wattpad book, romance movie, or a painless and picture-perfect scenery.

love is challenging, complex, confusing, and not for the faint of heart. it has no recipe, formula, or structure. it is the strongest and most fragile thing to ever exist. it exists in abundance, and humanity often takes it for granted, and misuses, misinterprets, and wastes it. love is not an end goal or destination. it is not a beginning or end. it’s a-fucking-lot, that’s what it is.

however, it is worth it. when you have the right person, the amount of tears, sacrifice, suffering, pain, and difficulty pales in comparison to the ultimate joy, blessing, gift, and treasure that is love.

axel, you are worth waiting for.

you are worth fighting for.

you are worthy and deserving of the greatest and most beautiful love to ever exist.

i hope and pray that i will be that lucky person who will give you the love that you deserve.

in case it wasn’t already clear, i love you. with a clear, sound, sober, and unbiased mind – and a determined and persistent heart with quite a few abrasions and stitches in it – i love you. differently and more than i have ever loved anyone in my life. i love you. i admire you. i respect you. i appreciate you.

i want you in every capacity, every category, every city, scenario, universe, timeline, and lifetime.

my belief in god wavers every day, but my belief in us is as solid as the house that was built on the rock. i truly believe that you are my person, and i will continue to work hard to be the person that you deserve.

one day – god willing – we’ll live in a spacious apartment/house/dwelling/whatever together. we’ll have at least 2 bedrooms and a guest room, so that you can sleep in your own room when you need your space, and you can have a sleepover in mine whenever you want. we’ll get tile flooring so that we don’t have to worry about vacuuming. we’ll get a dishwasher, or i’ll wash and rinse the dishes and you can dry and pack them away. you’ll sweep and i’ll mop. we’ll both handle laundry. we’ll teach each other new recipes; i’ll try my best to nail your ouma’s date bread and you’ll get me hooked on mango cheesecake.

should we ever marry – which is my greatest heart’s desire – i will ask for your sister's permission, because i know how much she means to you.

if i’m rich enough, i’ll get someone to perform for us at our wedding. i highly doubt that it’ll be skz, but i’ll make sure that this artist does our songs justice.

i want to give you the world, for you make mine better by simply being in it.

i love you, axel engelbrecht, with everything that i am. everything that i will be.

i am so grateful that you exist, and i am so grateful that i know you, and that you are part of my life.

you are my person, my best friend, my happiness, my laughter, my joy, my hope, my love, my confidence, and everything that you are is phenomenal. everything that you are is more than enough for me.

here always,

your sunshine

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“For my beloved angel”

My dear Angel,

How are you doing? Mama hopes you’re doing fine! There is not a day that goes by where I do not forget about you and wonder, how really happy would I have been right now if you’re here at my arms singing a lullaby to you as I sway gently from side to side. Or I, gently tickling your feet so I could have you let out a cute giggle then I’ll gently brush away your hair from your face and kiss your downy head. There are so many possibilities that I could have done yesterday, today and tomorrow, if only fate allowed me and I will gladly cherish every second of it. Mama will always love you and nothing will change, I yearn for you and your love always and forever. I will forever be sad about how things turned out, but as long as I have your love and carry your memories with me, Mama knows that there is a silver lining behind every cloud and maybe not now but soon, I’ll finally have my strength back. Yes, my darling, you give Mama her strength and the will to live everyday. I’m finally recovering, and my therapist says that I’m much better than before, slowly but certainly surely and that is all thanks to you my darling angel. And guess what? Today Mama is very happy because I met this friend, he is wonderful. All throughout our catching up, he made Mama happy, I laughed and smiled so much while conversing with him. If you’re here right now, you would’ve liked him! He is very fun to be around. That is all! Always remember that even though you are not beside me, I know that you are an angel and that you always watch over me. Mama is very lucky to have you and I’ll forever cherish you and the memories that we had together. All those sleepless nights with you tossing and turning in my womb were all worth it until the very end. I love you my dear angel.

Your loving Mother,

Mikasa

BROOOO IM CRYING😭😭😭

this is so sad but sweet and i can picture her saying it out loud, the little smile she has on her face when she starts talking about Ken with a spark in her eyes.

This is too sad 😭🥹

#heartbreaking em au

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storyofheejin · 2 years

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O’ it’s my 𝐵𝐼𝑅𝒯𝐻𝒟𝒜𝒴 !

October 19, 2022. — Happy birthday to you, my dearest self, Jeon Heejin. I’m turning 23!

━━━━ ⌒♡.。

Dear, my precious self, Jeon Heejin.

There are so many things in life we can’t explain to anyone except ourselves, the one who knows us more than anyone else in this world, eventho sometimes we don’t get it why some things happened and for what. Everything keeps driven and spinning through the brain, and that’s okay. Now that I’m writing this, I want to tell you, my precious self, that you’re doing excellent to surviving, to be alive, to be here, to be you— yes to be myself. I’m so proud of me for always trying and never give up.

I remember when I was a little, my mom always hold me and told me that I’m the best gift that God ever gave her, yes ofcourse my siblings also. I love it when my parent tell me that I’m beautiful, they know how to make me the happiest daughter ever, and I love it that I was born to be my parent’s daughter. I am forever grateful for that.

Now that I’m turning 23, I’d express how thankful I am to be here, to be able to see the sunrise through the window of my room, for another year with the light of the sun, and to be able to see everyone smiling at me. That I can still write this now with the feeling of health and happiness as I should. I also thank God for blessing my days with joy and prosperity. And I couldn’t be more happier to be me. I’m truly loving what I’m living with now.

Time flies so fast… the baby you’ve seen in the pictures now turned into a beautiful 23y.o lady.

Honestly I never really put much meaning behind this occasion every year, yet it’s never really had much impact on me thou. But after meeting Orbits and the girls, I see that everyone is looking forward to my birthday more than I ever have, and ever since today is that special day, then, I want to show off how grateful I am for being given such unconditional love from everyone. There are so many things that I want to say to everyone actually, I can still remember when I was a child.. Little Heejin with hundred of dreams yet still don’t know where to go except playing around with friends. Running here and there without any idea of being what I’ve become now. If we recall the time back, time flies so fast... right... I’m a 23-year-old woman now. I’m no more a baby but still, I’ll be my family’s forever baby. hahaha.

hees_cake_ on Instagram made me the super cute birthday cake. Y’all better check their account first! <3

Speaking of which, my 24th birthday was one of the birthday celebrations that left the best impression in my entire life. Owing to the fact that on the 16th yesterday, exactly on the last day of the Loonaverse World Tour Concert in Korea, I celebrated my birthday with the Orbits! That surprised me a lot though, yet I never expected to be surprised by the members and all of the Orbits yesterday. I just did the concert and they came with the Stitch cake! My favorite character! Thank you for making me the happiest person that day. And I never get tired of saying that I am much obliged to be able to be at this point together with all of the Orbits and also my members, 이달의소녀. Today, I feel a lot of love that keeps coming to me, be it from my family, friends, fans, BlockBerry Creative staffs, even seniors and juniors from other groups. I will forever cherish this day. By the way, thank you for the Stitch cake and other Stitch-related gifts. Hehehe I love it so much!

This is the cake my mom gave me a week ago lol idk what it means either LOONA's 23 birthday or what HAHA mom is cute! I haven’t eaten the cake until now by the way........

I got this bunny-cake today by the staffs! I wonder… how to make this a whole cute bunny cake.. this is so flavorsome! It melts in the mouth because it’s mixed with cheese cream and chocolate, also it has choco balls on the soft cake so it’s a bit crunchy! So yummy!

Yours truly, the birthday girl,

Jeon Heejin.

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