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My Mesmer - AdaEmil
Emil was busy anxiously decoding, he's barely seen his beloved all match and it was making his anxiety go through the roof. His heart began to race, he was almost done with his cipher; he couldn't stop now. His mind was only on finishing it, he didn't care what happened to him when he got caught, all he cared about was the safety of his wife.
POP ; 2 CIPHERS LEFT
He finished his cipher and ran for it. He vaulted through windows, making sure to keep his distance from the hunter.
He heard a familiar and warm voice call out, "Em!"
It was his beloved, Ada Mesmer, the beautiful and caring woman that had taken him away from that hell of a hospital where he was constantly tortured. A while after they escaped together, they were promised a paradise where he could find himself. This paradise they were promised was just as bad as that hospital; but as long as he was with his dear, that was all that mattered in his heart.
He quickly rushed to his sweetheart, she grabbed his delicate hand and they ran for it. They made it far as they could before finding another cipher.
"Are you okay, my darling?" Ada asked, examining him for any wounds.
Emil shakily nodded and she sighed with relief. The two began to decode together, in the middle of decoding, she reached for his hand slowly. She cautiously took his hand and began to rub circles on it. A way to reassure him and herself.
Mid-way through decoding, their hearts began to beat.
Ada grabbed ahold of Emil's arm and they quickly hid in a locker together. Carefully waiting for the hunter to move away. Ada was busy watching through the cracks. The two were pressed together inside the locker, it made him a little nervous; he still wasn't used to Ada's warmth after all these years of being cold and alone.
She was still holding his hand, so he began to run her hand through his hair. He wanted to be closer to her, he wanted to feel her. He wanted her so badly. Emil wanted to be with her forever, always by her side.
She still didn't notice and the hunter was still nearby. He could tell she was feeling tense. He began to kiss her hand, trying to distract her from her stress. It wasn't working so he released her hand, he tapped her on her shoulder.
Ada curiously glanced at him. He put his head on her shoulder and she warmly smiled, running her hand through his hair.
"It's gonna be okay, Ada." He tried to reassure her.
She smiled and kissed him lovingly on his soft lips, "As long as I'm with you, I'll know it'll be okay."
I’m really curious about something like this. Would you choose where you are now, especially since you don’t really know this “true love” of yours like you know your current partner, and that wouldn’t be fair to them. Or are you the type to not question faith and go with this “true love”?
My friends and I would play this game back in middle school and we would choose to win the lottery or true love, one of my friends already had a partner and someone else asked; but what if when you pick true love it’s not them? I think about that moment a lot (mostly because it sounds like it would make a good fairytale spin off story)
18th SEPTEMBER 2018
ITS OffiCIALLY 10 YEARS OF QUEER BAITING TODAY BUT I LOVE IT WOOP WOOP 🙌
Another entry in Tumblr call-outs.
God I'm a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they're completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they've chosen to listen to. That's the good shit
Stop making me feel things. This wasn't very cash money of you.
Good day.
There is one particular ship dynamic that never fails to wreck me, and I’ll call it Soulmates, But Not Like That. Not in a “some higher power has decided that we are destined to be together” way, but something that is almost the opposite of that. It’s that character who has been alone for a long time, and has maybe convinced themselves that they will be alone forever, and who has a lot of barriers to intimacy with most of the people around them, for whatever the relevant narrative reasons are. And then they just happen to cross paths with this ONE FUCKING PERSON who works for them, through some very specific combination of personality and circumstance and life experience and mutually compatible damage. And there is always the shock of what are the fucking odds, and underneath everything the terror of what if this doesn’t last. what if there’s no one else. I would just go back to being alone. I don’t know if I could do that after knowing this. Because when you finally let down that wall of emotional self-sufficiency the thought of having to put it back up again is painful. And in real life I don’t at all believe that there is only One Designated Person for anyone, but in fiction I do tend to gravitate toward characters who believe themselves to be The Only One in some way, and I will always be emotionally compromised by that dawning sense of oh. You are like me.
I wouldn't be surprised if this turns out to be the case with us.
I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.
I wish I could stop loving you but I also wish SPN writers had given us better Destiel ending. I guess we all failed.
Someone finally gets the unbreakable thread.
It is truly so hard to look but even harder to stay away. Forever stuck in this soft limbo.
When ur sitting next to ur girl crush and u feel an invisible string tying u to her but u can’t look at her and all u can do is cover ur face cuz she’ll never like u back and it’s just so isolating bcuz no one gets it
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You've never heard AnnenMayKantereit soulfully cry about how Love is saying the truth and it being so easy, the easiest words being "no" and "I'm not ready yet" and how she makes every day so simple and the biggest question is what they'll do today and how maybe, just maybe, this time it could work, because she is sweet and compassionate and loves snow in winter and every season and this time, it could work, it would be so beautiful if this time, maybe it could work, maybe- and it shows.
It’s True Love!
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My hope has been renewed, One more season of The Resident is all we ask for then I would be soooo happy !!! Lets get our show to #1 on Netflix and show the world just how strong our fandom still is, Conillie deserves to have their love story fully explored !!!! And we HAVE to see Devon and Leela’s wedding 💒
We need a season 7 of this amazing show, my Conllie heart needs to be fed. Everybody go stream The Resident when it drops and make it the most popular show on netflix so they can pick it up !!!!
We need more of this in our lives !!!! The daisybilly love story deserves to be fully explored. Season 2 just has to happen, I am willing it into existence 🙏🏾 🤞🏾
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i think its cute and wholesome that you want to use my 3 holes to get urself off 💕
He is a passionate lover
I haven’t seen some of these so this makes it better
rhink gifs for your health
the biggest lie i ever told & how my husband came to protect it
for years i have lived this lie telling everyone i am allergic to peanuts because i hate the smell of peanut butter and it makes me gag and makes my throat feel gross after eating it and so i don’t really like peanut butter that much but whenever i used to tell people i don’t like peanut butter they’d get all defensive like “peanut butter is amazing how do you not like it?!” and then i’d have to go into this whole thing to defend my taste buds.
but then i got tired of it and started telling people that i’m just allergic to peanuts because that way it’s not my fault that i hate the smell of peanut butter - it’s now like i’m a sad little baby who will never get to taste peanut butter ever in her life and everyone feels sad for me.
but the problem is that i really love peanut m&ms and so now i can only eat peanut m&ms when i’m at home in secret. the only person who knows my lie is my husband. and so at work this evening we had a small celebration for someone and they had peanut m&ms and i really wanted some but obviously couldn’t eat them in public because then people would know my peanut secret.
and so when we got home after work my husband tipped his jacket over and emptied his pockets and at least thirty or so peanut m&ms fell out of his pockets and he whispered, “i was sneakily accumulating them all night for you because i could see the pain in your eyes.”
and if that isn’t love then i don’t know what is.
I thought I knew what love was. Love was sitting in my health class sophomore year. Love wouldn't date me until one of us could drive a car. Love played lacrosse and was a goalie, we bonded over that. Then college came 2 years later, and love left as quickly as it came. Love became constant fights about pointless things. Love became jealous and controlling. Love ended at roughly 11:30 pm on a Tuesday night. Turns out I didn't know what love was. A month later, love's ugly cousin loneliness came in disguised as love. Loneliness was a scrawny blonde who tried to be "country". Loneliness couldn't play sports, but I was okay with that as long as I wasn't alone. Loneliness became an on and off relationship that I couldn't let go of because it had love's fond embrace. I used loneliness as an excuse to date. Loneliness left on Mother's Day around 11:30 AM, and I went to the store because I didn't know why I was so sad that loneliness, the one I had been begging myself to leave, was gone. Turns out, love also went to the store that day. Love had also just gotten out of a long term relationship. Love had texted me a few days prior to make fun of me because that was what love had done when we were friends in the past. This love was different than the love that sat in sophomore year health class. This love was sporadic 45 minute conversations in the most random places. This love popped up when I needed it the most at any point in my life. This love accepted me for who I am. Love has a fast car, and a motorcycle. Love knows I like to play with my hair. Love knows I don't get out much, but love is ok with that because he brings me to the most beautiful places. But between you and me, I don't care where this love takes me, because, I know what love is, and he treats me the right way and has the most beautiful hazel eyes and the cutest dimples I've ever seen. I know what love is because he sleeps next to me (almost) every night. I know what love is and he is the most authentic man I have ever met.
Love is in my thoughts
I have never fallen so in love with anyone until I met you. I have never fallen so in love with the look of passion in your eyes when you look at me from across a room full of people. I have never fallen so in love with they way someone someone holds me until I met you. I have never fallen in love before I met you.
You make my heart hurt
If you ever wonder how much I love you, remember that I started to cry when we talked about what would happened if we lost each other to death or someone else. And you walked out to your car, you had to hug me close and wipe away my tears, because you brought up how you’d play our stuffed dog until it broke because it said ‘I love you’ in both of our voices.
That’s how much I love you