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I swear the silliest thing about me is I would never stop admiring this cute, tiny, adorable, sweetie pie called ✨️LEVI ACKERMAN✨️.

YES, THE TITAN SLAYER. HE'S SO HANSOME AND CARING AND HE OWNS MY HEART. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T BE SERIOUS ? I SURE AS $#!T AM.

We as a society don't talk enough about this scene, about this ✨️moment✨️, about this HUG. The way he holds her closer, nuzzling her neck, his eyebrows arching. All this shows how important she became, how essential she is now. She made him believe in dreams and then turned out to be all he could ever dream of. God!! Don't mind me, I'll just go sleep on the highway.

There's something I really don't understand. In "SUITS" whenever two characters fight, I genuinely like the scenes. I mean these people have great comebacks, logical arguments and some amazing snarky comment. And above all we always get some growth and/or story development in the end. HOWEVER, if the two people arguing are Harvey and Mike, i just wish I could crawl under the earth and stay there until they're good again. Like just be nice to each other, please. Work it out already and get back to quoting movies and kicking ass.

Is it just me or does everybody hate it ?

Watching our tiger 🐯 performing "spyder" 🕷 makes me love and appreciate the animal kingdom 100 times more.

People might find it less amusing when they already know that the book (or fanfiction) they are reading is actually an enemies to lovers. It makes it less fun because whenever the protagonist or their love interest go on a very long monologue about their hatred towards their soon to be lover, it's less thrilling. Since we already know what's coming for them hihihi 🤭. But for me, it's always been about getting to that one moment where they just go "oh no"( preferably written in italic). That moment when they realise they have been spending too much time thinking about this person that they despise so much. When they finally acknowledge that if they are pinning each other every time they meet it's because they just enjoy the proximity . It's all about that one moment and ughhhh, it drives me crazyyyy.

Second favourite trope of all time would be "soulmates." I believe they exist. Actually, I know they exist (I'm muslim✨️). The thought of having somebody so infatuated with you. They will love every single thing about you. Being so fond of you. Caring for you, protecting you, being your home, and you being theirs. There would always be mutual respect and understanding.

Even the stories or legends in a culture about this trope give me goosebumps. For instance, I've always adored the "red string of fate" legend. Whenever it's insinuated in a show or a book, I become a wheezing mess.

P.S.: In Islam, it's very clear that soulmates exist. There is this verse in the Quran that says: "And We created you in pairs." How beautiful is that🥺 ???

So dear writer, when your lovers are described as "destined to be" in any way, shape, or form. Know that I'm screaming, giggling, kicking my feet, and just dying out here. XOXO 😘

Thanks for enjoying this Ted talk ＼(^^)／.

My favourite trope has always been slow-burn enemies to lovers. I couldn't comprehend why for a while, but I simply think that it has to do with my own expectations and standards, right?

Like beyond the sexual tension and physical attraction that you could get out of a "love at first sight" romance. Or even the mutual appreciation that's already founded in a "friends to lovers" plot. The enemies to lovers arc is usually, if not always, about how two characters came to fall in love after accepting the other's flaws and acknowledging their faults before realising they got a pretty good side. They have only seen the bad but can't seem to distance themselves from this person. Add in the slow burn when they really have seen it all at this point and still can't let them go.

And it's sad, but I have always felt like my flaws are so much more visible. They just stand out. Therefore, people may have to spend too much time with me to actually like me, let alone fall in love with me. And they probably are gonna dislike being around me before doing so as well. But then at least they know what to expect and how to manage (if that makes sense) so the relationship would hopefully last ?(〃ω〃)

What's your favourite trope and why?

Isn't it ironic how Ever after high, a show adamant on promoting the idea of creating new stories instead of retelling the same ones, was shut down by Disney, a studio that's obsessed with remakes and retelling the same stories ?

Don't mind me. Just venting for the millionth time about a cartoon that didn't get an ending and was basically murdered.🥺🥺

The best thing about zuko's redemption arc is the fact that he RELAPSED. Something that I have never seen before. It's such a good idea and it tells us so much about his character and story.

He's a confused fella who only wanted to be appreciated and get his honor back. That was his main focus.

Therfore a redemption is a hard thing to process. Especially when all you have ever been taught is how your nation deserves greatness no matter how you get it.

So he commits the unthinkable, fights alongside his sister, betrays Katara, betrays his LOVING UNCLE and goes back to his father and his "home" a hero.

But as soon as he's back, he doesn't feel fulfilled. He actually starts questioning his father's plans. He starts realising how cruel all this may be. Then finally he chooses to work out what to do next, what his real destiny might be. And boom everything falls into place. I mean yeah he gets a little nudge from his LOVING UNCLE but he still moves on his own.

He leaves to get his honor back again. Though this time it's for good and it's by DOING good. Since he also understands that no one is giving you your honor or taking it away. You alone affects it and that's just beautiful.

So yeah thank you for enjoying this Ted talk😘.

I'm telling you, your honor! Chat noir(Adrien) is Funny, Sarcastic, Brave, Handsome, Kind, Confident, He calls you "My lady" and "Purrincess", Good listener, Caring, Romantic, Strong, Charming, Flirtatious, Loyal, Smart.

Bref,

He's Pawsome🤭. Also he's my husband, he just doesn't know it yet.

I just noticed how Azula almost never looks at mirrors. She always avoids looking at her reflection. Because she sees her mom. The one person supposed to love her unconditionally. Who then ended up calling her a monster and treating her like one until that's all she thought she could be.

What I always loved about marichat (my favourite ship):

They were always so comfortable with each other.

They respected each other's space and feelings (not saying that the others dont).

They were never afraid to open up and confide in each other.

I feel like their true selves came out, as in chat wasn't trying too hard but still made jokes and acted flirty (typical chat) and though she may be clumsy, Marinette was also innovative and compassionate.

They didn't feel pressured to impress the other. They were more carefree and natural.

Their chemistry is off the charts because of it. Their interactions seem so instinctive and raw (?). The tension didn't feel like it was built-in or forced rather it was just there so apparent yet dubious.

No one was idolised.

So yeah I always believed that the key to the love square is ✨️MARICHAT✨️.

I love suki and sokka so much 💓. They were just two teenagers fighting in a war, trying to get by. They managed to find comfort in one another. Then they ended up falling for each other. In the midst of it all, they weren't sure if they would meet again . But when they found each other again, in jail, it was clear for both there is nothing that could separate them now.

So yeah sukka, power couple.

Uncle Iroh is such a cool character:

Best father figure

His jokes are genuinely funny

He makes the best tea

Supports you and helps you find the right path

Gives vague but useful advice

Has got experience

Has learnt many lessons that he's happy to transmit

Has been tested and approved by dragons then lied about killing them to protect them.

Soooo strong and humble about it ( a little bit hihi)

Loves music and is quite talented ngl.

He BREATHES actual fire.

And what a flirt iykyk.

RIP Matthew Perry.

Always in our hearts 💕 .

Mister Allister Wonderland, people might not see your potential, you might not be getting the hype you deserve. But know that I will always be sooooooo in love with you like HELPPP....

Whoever decided that chat noir/Adrien is not gonna participate in that epic fight should be fired.

The fight was really cool but it lacked that emotionally scarring aspect (that I have secretly been craving CUZ I'M SICK IN THE HEAD hihihi).

Having an amazing combat is not enough. If Adrien had been there, we as viewers could have felt so much more: Empathy, compassion, sadness, anger, relief.

Also Marinette would have for once had a break from the constant spotlight.

Yes she's the protagonist but chat is the deuteragonist. His arc in season 4 was mainly about how he's just as fundamental to the story, that they are stronger together and all that. Only for you to throw all this character/story development in the trash.

Also to make the main villain live under the same roof as one of your main heroes and not only that, he's his parent for God's sake. Do you realise how amazing of a plot that is ? But then you don't utilize this aspect at all ughhhh 🤦‍♀️.

Adrien deserves to know he's a sentibeing, deserves to know his mother was alive, deserves to know the truth about his father being a MANIPULATIVE ABUSIVE BI?£# .

Nickelodeon justifying why we didn't get zutara as endgame by claiming that a character, who has had one of the best redemption arcs in history( and I'm an expert in those🤭), is a "bad guy" and shouldn't get the girl is downright the worst argument I have ever heard ( and I'm an expert in those too🙂).

When Roku said " Some friendships are so strong they can even transcend lifetimes." I just cried, it was so touching.

It's such a beautiful and powerful quote and that whole episode was just a masterpiece.

Currently watching Avatar the last airbender and I realised how dangerously obsessed I am with the enemies to lovers trope. Because I'm currently rooting for katara and zuko to end up together. And I'm sure I can't be the only one, right? RIGHT ?

What is that ? My notes are helping you understand maths.

✨️CALL ME LYDIA MARTIN ✨️

Ain't nothing more satisfying than examining your notes after three hours of writing, scribbling, and madness, and realizing they resemble works of art fit for the Louvre.

I mean no I still don't understand what this theorem is about but at least it looks cute highlighted in purple🤭.

sooooo darn cuuute 😍

Sweet Disposition | Peter Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: None

Time/Era: Golden Age, Aged 22ish

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: An arranged marriage doesn’t automatically equal love. 

Request: hi! if your requests are still open, can i request a peter pevensie x reader where peter is married to reader through arrange marriage and reader thought he finally loves her but then overhears peter telling susan it was all for show (but really he loves reader but is just embarrassed he fell in love with her under arrange marriage). you have no idea how much i was searching for an active writer for narnia, bless you dear author💛💛

A/N: Thank you for your patience :) Enjoy, dear! College has been kicking my ass, so I realize this isn’t exactly my best fic, but I still enjoyed writing it :)

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This is simply Magnificent I'm crying

oh, sister, I am sorry. your eyes are sunken and your skin is bruised. your lips are chapped, your nailbeds bitten raw. your husband's hand on your waist is a ghost's touch held by the band on your left ring finger and I-

I am dead.

I got on the train, Su. Nevermind your tears, nevermind the plea you could not shape with words, nevermind your fingers on the pulse point of my wrist. "stay", you'd said, as you have always done, dictionary in hand and baby teeth yet lodged in your jaw. "don't go where i cannot."

I step through a wardrobe and you follow, damned be reason. I slay a wolf and you follow, I cling to the little ones and you follow, I am crowned and you follow, I am-

I go past a lamp post, and you follow, damned be dread. I go to a train station and you follow, trembling hands and tender heart. I go, and I go, and I go, and you follow. Sun of my skies. Light of my life.

I go. you stop.

are we too old for stories, now? ten-and-four and ten-and-three, budding bodies and steel bones, we are cast from our home. i hold the little ones until i drown in them. you grip your skirts until no iron can press the shape of your palms from them. and you have ever been, cruelly reasonable and logically callous.

say you, glass shard eyes and rouge-red lips: we are english. we are children. she thinks she has found a magical land in the upstairs wardrobe.

say I, trembling hands and coiling guts: we are narnian. we are monarchs. if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically she must be telling the truth.

my sister Susan, beautiful as folk tales are and twice as sharp, did you intend every invitation you took for me to twist the knife a godly animal once thrust into my guts? perhaps it was the way your eyes turned blue, or the sound of your laughter losing its bells. perhaps it was just my trembling fingers at the back of your legs, drawing stocking lines where no stockings had ever lain.

the line came out shaking, and you rubbed it off until your skin cried red. the hem of your dress still dripped wet when you left that day, turning on heels too narrow for you to walk in.

do you remember? it took you days to come home, and mother wailed for all of them. you crawled into my bed that night, as you did when we were parents to our little ones, those terrible months. your head on my shoulder, your breath in my ear, I held you until morning.

your mouth in my throat, eyes heavy with sleep, tongue heavy with champagne: we are here now. we must make the best of it. he cannot have all our lives, and all our joys. i wish you would laugh again.

doesn't little lucy, shrieking mouth and tumbling legs, laugh enough for us all?

lucy's manic. if she didn't laugh she'd cry.

i think sometimes, in the parts of my guts that are still a schoolboy, and are mean and cruel to match, that the alcohol makes you softer than the daylight ever could. i do not tell you.

i press my lips to your forehead. i wrap my arms around you. the year between us rings heavy, and when I get up in the morning, you do not follow.

I tried, Su. I did. I applied for university, I saw that girl with that smile. with those eyes. I let you take sections from the paper before I ever touched it, I held the little ones in my arms, and I made coffee in the morning. I sat all my exams.

I smiled when the little ones came back smelling of home.

Aslan's wounds, did I try. but-

I have ever been a thing made for stories. brave the way knights are, bloody knuckles and buckling pride. a horse between my calves, a sword in my hands.

I think, sometimes, that I was born for my sword, for the hollow ringing of my heart when I first held it. a part of me, even then, ten-and-three and soaked to the bone.

such bravery is not made for real world boys and real world taunts. there is a map, I think, from the summits of my knuckles to the jaws of every boy who ever looked at me and bared his teeth.

I am sovereign. I am the skies for your sun to burn in.

I am made wrong, for this england, and I cannot take this life you want. I belong, I think, into myths and legend, the star-studded shards of our home.

so I went on the train, Susan. so I died, and I named what you have chosen. so you grip your husband's hand, realest of us all, and you cry. you do not follow.

Forgive me.