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quotes i loved from the love hypothesis (not in any particular order)
- “carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man”
- “I am going to take care of this,” he told her. There was something determined, earnest in his eyes. Olive had never felt safer, or more loved. “And then I’ll come find you, and I’ll take care of you.”
- “Olive had felt that he was on her side. Over & over, & in ways that could never have anticipated, he had made her feel unjudged. Less alone.”
- “This might be inappropriate but… Olive. You are really… You are extraordinary”
- “I know it’s scary, being vulnerable, but you can allow yourself to care. You can want to be with people as more than just friends or casual acquaintances.”
- “She had not figured that Adam would notice her while in conversation with a young, beautiful faculty member. She had not figured that he’d suddenly stop speaking, eyes widening and lips parting; that he’d mutter “Excuse me” while staring at Olive and stand from the table, ignoring the curious looks in his directions that he’d march to the entrance, where Olive was, with quick, long strides and a concerned expression. “Olive, are you okay?” he asked her.”
- “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you”
- “It never occurred to Olive that Dr. Adam Carlsen—known ass—had called her by her name.”
- “People who date, they-they talk. A lot. More than just greetings in the hallway. They know each other’s favorite colors, and where they were born, and they… they hold hands. They kiss.” Adam pressed his lips together as if to suppress a smile. “We could never do that.”
- “He’d been going on and on about this amazing girl for years”
- “But a good kiss will do that: make a girl forget herself for a while.”
- “I like no one, absolutely no one, but I liked you from the start. I liked you when I didn’t know you, and now that I do know you it’s only gotten worse. Sometimes, often, always, I think about you before falling asleep. Then I dream of you, and when I wake up my head’s still there, stuck on something funny, beautiful, filthy, intelligent that’s all about you. It’s been going on for a while, longer than you think, longer than you can imagine, and I should have told you, but I have this impression, this certainty that you’re half a second from running away, that I should give you enough reasons to stay. Is there anything I can do for you? I’ll take you grocery shopping and fill your fridge when we’re back home. Buy you a new bike and a case of decent reagent and that sludge you drink. Kill the people who made you cry. Is there something you need? Name it. It’s yours. If I have it, it’s yours.”
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kill me now please i’m ready
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I have 3 moods:
1. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. ?????????????? 3. !?!??!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?
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Warm bread. You agree. Reblog
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The sheer energy. The beauty of this woman. The women hugging in the background. The man in rainbow parachute pants. This whole video is art.
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arctic monkeys - 505
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dedp0p
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Brandon: How dumb to they think we are?
Riven: Sometimes Musa leaves me pictures instead of the shopping list.
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I wanted to add on the last adrienette drawing I did x)
I got some questions on what they here doing and why they where sitting like that :3
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“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”
— Unknown (via thoughtkick)
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Duet Of Love
Sequel to: ‘One Decision At A Time’
Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: FLUFF
Summary: Corpse, with the help of thousands of his fans manages to convince Y/N to duet him for a video to show off their singing talent which Corpse was kept in the dark about for so long. Needless to say, his fans were blown away as you might expect.
Requested by @magmagicstyle Hi again! Here’s part 2 of your amazing request! Once again - apologies for the amount of time it has taken me to post the fics but I have made sure they will make the wait 100% worth it. Please enjoy part 2 of Corpse and Y/N’s story. Love, Vy ❤
“No way! Are you crazy? There’s no way I’m doing that!“ I shake my head frantically, trying to get Corpse to let go of the idea that he has planted in his head. As if he isn’t enough, I have his gaming squad and fanbase breathing down my neck about this.
A duet with Corpse.
It was his idea, obviously, and everyone jumped on the bandwagon of trying to get me to give in as well. I’ve been getting tweeted at, DMd, tagged in posts that are basically pleas to have me agree with this nonsense.
Let me tell you, I’d honestly love to. I really would. But I don’t sing for others to hear. As a matter of fact, I go out of my way to make sure no one’s around when I wanna sing and usually when I do I sing only one song - the song my mother used to sing to me when I was little. It’s her spin-off of an old Colombian song she was taught at her school choir. I was mesmerized by it every time she’s sing it. I always hear her sing it when she was doing chores around the house or when she was putting me to sleep. It’s a song that has stuck with me since childhood and it’s the only song I can sing properly.
I mean, not that I’ve tried to sing other songs. Sure, I hum to songs on the radio and I mumble the lyrics to Corpse’s songs all the time, but it’s never singing. Corpse himself, my boyfriend for almost a year, had no idea I could sing. ‘Could sing’ with a grain of salt, more like babble out of tune and off-key. Just the thought of there being a video out there of me singing sends me in a mildly panicked state.
“Why not? You have a talent, Y/N. Why’d you ever want to hide that?“ Corpse is not abandoning his front, giving me a much harder time than I anticipated he would.
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One Decision At A Time
Corpse Husband x Latino Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Swearing (maybe)
Genre: FLUFF
Summary: Y/N and Corpse have been dating for a while now and have only recently moved in together as the next big step in their relationship. This proves to Corpse that he’s still got plenty to learn about his significant other, cause they’re full of surprises.
Requested by @magmagicstyle Hii :) Thank you so much for your wonderful request, darling. I’m really sorry it has taken me a month and a half to finish and post it but I hope it makes the wait worth it and I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Love, Vy ❤
Y/N and I have been dating for about ten months now. They are an absolutely amazing person that I never thought I’d deserve to have in my life as a friend, let alone a significant other. I guess some things are just meant to be even when you deem them impossible. Like our chance meeting for example.
I was sitting in the waiting room of the ER, one arm completely unmoving and a pounding headache slowly eating away at my sanity when two distressed people came in, clearly in desperate need of help. One of the nurses rushed to their aid but much to her dismay they didn’t know English so there was no way they could communicate. I would have stepped in and helped, considering they were speaking Spanish, had I been able to understand at least half of what they were saying - not only were they speaking really quickly, but my headache was affecting all my senses to the point where I couldn’t even speak, hear or see clearly. The confused nurse motioned for the couple to wait a bit before frantically disappearing around a corner and returning with another nurse shortly after. The other nurse spoke fluent Spanish, more slowly and clearly and I managed to understand that the couple had wandered down the wrong hall while in search for a loved one that had been in a car accident a few hours prior.
Once the couple was given the proper directions the non-Spanish speaking nurse walked off while the other one crashed on the couch in the waiting room, resting their forehead in the palm of their hand, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“No te estreses.“ I managed to get out with a dry mouth mind still in shambles. I got a random wave of sympathy for them, they looked like they were having a really bad day which they probably were. How can a person have a good day working at an ER?
They chuckled, lifting their head to look at me with a tired smile on their face, “I wish I could not stress, but I’ve been here for…“ They trailed off, looking at their watch, “thirty-eight hours now and I haven’t eaten a thing.“ The first thing I noticed as they spoke was the pleasantness of their voice as well as the accent and tone. Their throat was no doubt a bit hoarse, so they spoke softly but I still managed to notice the Spanish accent. “How long have you been waiting?”