leaving kudos on ao3 isn’t enough I need to be able to eat the fic

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As of June 9th, this one still hasn’t met its target.

Please help if yall can!!!

This is Money Marge. Reblog for a miracle of finances to come to you

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I can’t wait until I’ve lost so much weight people can’t recognize me anymore.

nov. 27, 2018

WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD

*me hanging out w 19 yr olds as a 20 yr old* sooo my fellow youths„„, what’s the teen lingo these days…….. what’s the 411……the hot gossip in teen town… ….

James Charles apparently released this long ass video dragging Jeffery star and that Tati bitch but at the end of the day, it’s just a group of petty racist white pieces of shit talking shit about other petty racist white pieces of shit

THE MOST PURE!!!

the guys is the best part

🗣 SOUND ON!

boy oh boy am i a softie for 6’+ hockey boys that look like they could break me in half

auston matthews pay my bills challenge

Carter Hart realizing that both teams are about to take a face-off and he’s not ready. - 2.4.19 

@hbrowne24 drops the puck at the Rangers’ Pride Night

Amor Aeternus {g.d. au}

Summary: Grayson and Y/N are irrevocably in love. They love so deep that they feel like they cannot live without each other. This confuses the hell out of Ethan, and it leads to his unexplained irritation towards the love of Grayson’s life. While Italy is their paradise, Y/N and Grayson find the puzzle pieces falling apart once they travel to Spain. 

Word Count: 12.4k 

A/N: I sold my soul for this fic. Actually, I just really like this one. That’s all I have to say. Oh, and fair warning, this gets kind of angsty. 

MASTERLIST

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Grayson wakes up from his blissful sleep cold and alone.

The breeze which had trickled in from the open double doors of the balcony sent the white curtain to float delicately across his leg that hung off the feathered bed, creating a tickling sensation which prompted his eyes to finally flutter open.

He wakes to find himself in a naked bed, twisted sheets bunched up in certain corners, and the comforter which he’d snuggled under last night had disappeared.

Only when he hears the tap of a paint brush against glass – a sound which he’s become familiar with – does a soft smile replace his groggy confusion.

In the sudden and desperate ache he feels once the thought of her crosses his mind, Grayson lifts himself from the bed. His muscles flex, and bones crack when he rings the heavy sleep out of his body, and then he searches for the sweats which were strewn somewhere across the floor in their frantic race to clear the bed before hopping in – completely molding into one another after returning from dinner at Marta’s last night.

The insurmountable love displayed between Marta and her husband of fifty-four years had sent both of them into a frenzy of hopefulness – each of them fantasizing about the possibilities of what their own love could become if they could even stay together for even just half of that time.

And in their walk home, strolling down a cobblestone path, with her clinging to his arms sleepily and humming along to the tune of a guitar in the distance, Grayson was sure his love for her could last three lifetimes.

Now, as he peeks out the balcony doors, he feels himself spiral down into that same rabbit hole of bliss.

She’s perched on her stool in front of a large easel. A half-painted canvas is already turning into some sort of magic as all the colors swirl and blend together expertly. Her bare body is wrapped in the soft white comforter from her bed, and he listens to her sweetly hum the same song as the one from last night as her brush glides a strip of blue along the top of the rough cotton texture.

Grayson could watch her like this for hours – perfectly content to stand in the doorway with arms crossed over his bare chest lazily while he loses himself in the way her hand moves the brush along to create an entire world out of nothing but paper and paint.  

Though he’s more pleased when she acknowledges his presence, because it gives him an excuse to go to her and kiss every inch of the tanned skin which is teasingly soft in the glow of the rising sun. The powder she’d dusted over her shoulders and collarbones last night still lingers, making her skin actually sparkle to the point where Grayson’s convinced she’s some ethereal beauty.  

At the sound of the tired cough which escapes his chest, her soft humming comes to an end, and she turns her head over a glittering shoulder, a smile gracing her lips at the sight of the most beautiful boy stood in the doorway leading out to her balcony.

“Did I wake you?” she asks, no sign of remorse on her face.

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Rebloging this piece of literary art in case someone wants to revisit this epic love story because we can’t forget about its existance and I certainly would not let anyone forget that this masterpiece exists. Thank you 💙