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  • OMNIA VINCIT AMOR

    while my head sinks in the pillows,the thoughts rise making me wild, feeling mild.

    It’s not his love which scares me,it’s not him which is unaware of me.

    I let him take my hand for life,let my soul flutter making my heart lighter, eyes wider and smile brighter.

    Though I healed a little, moved further, upgraded a better, gathered me,loved me.still once again my heart gazed at me fancing the love tales.

    My soul awakened as he touched me, those Oodle pieces of heart presided ,where my heart gazed steadily.

    Thou my mind held me intact making me nostalgic of the fact ‘WHAT All OF THIS WOULD BRING AGAIN’,and that all healing would go in vain.

    Yet unwavered by my mind,my soul flew high in sky to feel the vibe,let those energies decide ,the fate it brought me my Mate.


    The only thing which mattered was his face,the smile I saw,the shinning eyes finding tranquility in paradise.

    The next I knew I wanted it eternally,I found what I had lost,I got what I haven’t thought, I wanted to desert those oceanic eyes and making him feel at paradise.

    Put ice on the scars we shared ,let him know we are real. Won’t paint the portraits of our love neither will get the poetries in air but will breathe in the despair he flares.and embrace the smiles that he spares.❤️❤️

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    • Sheril sits alone out in the night. Wisely is "in bed" looking for Road. Sheril doesn't forget about the little girl he strived to take care of. The fake life he built so that he could be entertained... distracted by the realities of both human and Noah life. He had control over things and bent them how he pleased. He didn't mind when things would change or disappear... as long as he was not affected. But now the pains he strived to control and get away from return to his place of make believe. He has very little control and very little understanding of those he thought he knew. He is as delicate as a rose... thorns hidden beneath their charming beauty that cut and poke when you least expect... but touch or shake the petals when they are worn by the weather and time, they will fall.
    • As he sits thinking and worrying about his troubles, another humble yet delicate plant comes to his side
    • Tricia: Dear? Are you alright? Its time for us to go to sleep...
    • Sheril: (sees Tricia and immediately stands up) My dear! You can't be out here at this time! You should've sent a servant out to get me.
    • Tricia: I just wanted to check up on you-
    • Sheril: Well don't! You're not well and I don't need you getting any worst! Head back to the bedroom chambers right now or else!
    • Tricia: Calm down, dear- you're scaring me...
    • Sheril: I'm scaring you?! Well so what then?! Are you going to run off?! I doubt it! You can barely walk with your weak constitution.
    • Tricia: ...You were missing Road again, weren't you?
    • Sheril: ... Go back inside-
    • Tricia: Its okay to be upset. She'll be back soon-
    • Sheril: You don't know what you're talking about!
    • Tricia: Sheril, please! I know you're upset, but if we fret over it too much then-
    • Sheril: I'm no fretting over it! I- I just....
    • Tricia: You just what?
    • Sheril: GO BACK INSIDE!!!
    • Tricia: Okay... (turns to leave) ... I'm... so sorry dear... (leaves)
    • Sheril becomes frustrated to hear the same phrases over and over echoing through what many say he considers no more than a doll he uses to play house. He waits for his said doll to return indoors before releasing his fury. Tricia overhears, but continues down the same halls she's usually brought down to rest until the next game is played. Late in the night (practically morning), the master turns himself in hoping his puppet doesn't notice or remember any of his actions of the night. He places himself next to her but turns away, no longer interested in his little fantasy. He fears he may have game broken his game groveling over heartbreak and still ponders whether or not he should accept the fate of reality. As he tries to close his eyes, fingers gently brush against his hair. His wife could not sleep, cursed by her own belief she doesn't do enough to support others and knowing the pain of not being able to help a lost daughter with unknown whereabouts. Sheril is stunned for a moment, then prepares to scold again, only to find out that this gentle touch had now taken control of his emotions. He begins to weep into his pillow as the gentle hand tries to sooth his broken self. The weeping grows louder causing the hand to slowly stop and the arm connected to it starts to embrace him.
    • The creature of control falls from his position and gives into the new truth's embrace. He tries to gain back control as he returns to look at her, attempting to speak. Tricia embraces her husband the way she used to hold her daughter. This causes Sheril to cry more, but return the embrace. The idea of a mere human bringing Noah down to weakness and feel the potential hope and caring of humanity may have felt insulting, but it felt much more satisfying to be equal rather than above.
    • Perhaps it is not the first time a high being of complete control, full of a thousand years of pain and sorrow, displaying its mask of happiness and wrath, was brought back by the feeling of care to a more humble position. Noah are only human beneath all their power and anger, aren't they?
    #wisely comes in later and joins in the hug #long reads #long fan fic-sorry! #d gray man #dgm theory#dgm#sheril kamelot#tricia kamelot#fanfic #sorry if I made you cry #ispired by @teddymeepbae
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  • I will keep forgiving you..

    I will keep giving you the benefit of the doubt..

    I will find more excuses for what you do..

    I will show you kindness and grace..

    I will turn a blind eye when I see your lies..

    And you will continue to hurt me over and over, while I’m staying patient..

    But don’t take me for granted, because in a split of a second I will had enough and cut you out of my life without looking back!

    Words written by me 💓

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  • Please read before interacting

    I don’t mind chatting and interacting with people here but I do have boundaries and expect those to be respected.

    Things that can/will get you blocked:

    ❌ Sending me super sexually charged messages/your fantasies about me

    ❌ Asking me excessive sexual questions

    ❌Sending me photos of your gentalia

    ❌ Ignoring when I tell you something makes me uncomfortable

    ❌Leaving really gross captions on my photos

    ❌ Sexist,racist,transphobic comments

    ❌ Under 18

    Brief FAQ:

    💗𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚? On this account, I go by Bre. If you follow one of my other accounts, it’s still Bre on this one. Respect the separation and my privacy.

    💗𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚? Honestly probably, but not often.

    💗𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙎,𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮? One of the lower 48 😘

    💗𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚? I am happily with someone 👰🏻

    💗𝘼𝙜𝙚 & 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? 24 years old and 5′3″.

    💗𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚/𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡/𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝘿𝙡𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚? No.

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    According to the New York Times, Britney’s dad is paid $130k (£100k) a year to manage her money, which includes documenting every single purchase she makes in court papers.

    A source told Page Six “Britney just keeps working and working, and everybody around her gets paid.

    “It’s astonishing how hard she works, how well behaved she is now, but she still cannot make decisions about her own finances or personal life without the approval of her conservators.”

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  • Hello, it’s me again! Miki-chan at your service! 

    Today’s recommendation is *drum roll* Flipped! jajan! 

    Telling the synopsis is not my job, what I need to do is to persuade you to watch and read this story! 

    I am the person who enjoys cutesy love stories especially if it is set on 70′s, 80′s, 90′s and early 2000′s, that is why this is a combo for me! I love the settings of the story may it be on the film or in the book. (btw, the events on the film took place between 1950-1965 i guess and in the book it was on 1990′s i think)

    This book taught me how strong and powerful teenage love can be. It’s devastating yet attracting. It also showed me that you can’t ignore all the efforts that a person has done for you, because once he/she realized how tiring it is to love and not be loved, the person will gradually disappear and you’ll be the one who’ll wait, want and crave for the thing you took for granted.

    For me, the most charming part of the novel is how beautiful Juli’s and her family’s relationship was. It was so dreamy. Maybe they do not have a luxurious life, but they have a warm one. Loving and caring. It was really lovely.

    Quote of the day! 

    “The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.” Originally from Aristotle according to Kristina Kabochi. But you’ll find it inside of the story. 

    The quote left a strong impression on me. I don’t know why, perhaps it was also a message for me. A message that tells me to look at people as a whole, to view life as a whole, to see how great I am as a whole. 

    Anyway, if I am going to rate this awesome book I’ll give it a 9.7/10!! My favorite hihi~

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  • This is Part 2 of The Burrow! Part 1 (https://sslytheringhufflepufff.tumblr.com/post/629363414077145088/the-burrow-fred-weasley-x-plus-size-reader)

    Warnings: Smutty, fluff 

    Words 2.4k

    Summary: Your first time with Fred

    I divided the Smut part if anyone wants to skip over it 

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    Originally posted by dracomalfoyw

    Keep reading

    #fred weasly #fred x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x plus size #harry potter smut #harry potter #harry x reader #smut#draco #draco x plus size #plus size#draco malfoy#fred#George weasly#long reads #hp x reader #draco x oc
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  • I don’t think about how long it’s been

    Because it would just be sad,

    In a couple different ways.

    Better to float in a haze of

    “Maybe it was yesterday.”

    Time doesn’t matter much now, anyway.

    And it’s not like it makes any difference to you

    Or our chances

    When I’ll never make a move.

    It could be yesterday, for all you care.

    It could be yesterday, for all that I won’t do.

    It could be yesterday, for all I won’t move on.

    -LNE

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  • Slow Dance

    A Hellsing Ultimate Short Story

    Summary: The First Lieutenant was in no way shape or form a man of romance or had ever dreamed of such. Yet just this one time did he want to hold her close and dance to the music within the club.

    Note: This was before Max was given the title of Major and before the Soviets attack on Berlin. We need more backstory to these characters smfh.

    WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS MENTIONS OF WW2 RELATED THEMES AND PEOPLE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, THANK YOU!

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    (Slow dance with you, I just want to slow dance with you)

    The vivacious jazz that was playing moments before slowly melted into a slow and soft beat as couples started to congregate on the dancefloor while the rest of the partygoers went back to their seats for a break or more drinks.

    The piano carried out a lovely tune that seemed to melt into anyones soul who could hear it along with the pretty young woman who was providing the vocals.

    Max Montana was currently sitting at his table with the rest of his men who were either drunk or somewhat sober enough to get a story or two in before calling over some waitresses for more beers and appetizers to go around. At his left sat the good Doctor and on his right the Captain as per usual.

    Avondale was enjoying some white wine as he watched the couples on the floor softly sway together until he noticed a familiar looking brunette all the way across the room sitting by herself. She to was enjoying some wine and seemed to be tapping her fingers to the tune of the piano.

    It was hard to tell who the woman was at first with the people on the floor constantly swaying and moving about but once the view was clear for but a moment did the Doctor realize just who was across the way.

    “Is that Fräulein Sophià Müller over zhere? How odd to see her unaccompanied in a place like this.”

    At the mention of her name, Max’s interest was immediately peaked as he glanced over at Avondale then in the direction he was looking at and sure enough Sophià was sitting on the other side of the room at an empty table.

    (I know all the other men are tough and smooth and I’ve got the blues)

    She was dressed to the nines, as usual, but instead of sitting up straight in her chair she was slightly leaning over the table fiddling with the rim of her wineglass. Her long, dark chocolate hair was in a fancy updo with pearl hairpins securing it in place and a strand of them loosely dangling around her neck.

    Sophià sat alone which was rare since she was a big icon in the German community you’d think that she would be swarming with fans or bachelors wanting to have their chance to dance and have their way with Hitlers favored individual. Yet tonight didn’t seem to be her usual run of the mill evening.

    And that’s what intrigued the First Lieutenants attention. She was vulnerable and alone.

    With the music still fresh and the beat continuing its slow and passionate rhythm, the stout man decided to cease this once in a lifetime opportunity for himself. He rose from his seat gracefully with the wooden legs of the chair scuffing against the floor beneath his feet catching his members attention from their meals and conversations.

    The Captian gave the First Lieutenant a sideways glance as Avondale rose a curious eyebrow towards him. However the commander only responded by folding his arms behind his back and marched skillfully through the many tables and chairs till he finally reached his target. He could feel all their eyes piercing a hole into the back of his skull but that’s what made his decision even more worthwhile.

    He relished in the attention from both his party and now the young woman whose gaze send a thrill of enjoyment down his spine. Sophiàs mangenta irises locked with his golden ones as she then sat up in her chair and offered him a small grin.

    “Well you’re not at all who I was expecting to see here tonight. Vhat a surprise Herr First Lieutenant.”

    “I am probably the first individual you’ve seen all night by the looks of it. How odd for you to be all alone in a club no less. It’s quite surprising.”

    This got an amused yet embarrassed chuckle from Sophià as she tucked some loose hair behind her ear and continued to trace the rim of her glass with her finger.

    “You’re not wrong. I’m not really supposed to be out zhis late but I had a small tiff with my parents so I figured some time to myself vould do me justice. This is my second glass of vine yet I still do not feel satisfied.”

    (I want to slow dance with you.)

    He had no idea why but when she said those words and the way she tried to hide her embarrassment by gazing into her wine glass did the First Lieutenant feel a small sense of glee invade his body. Seeing such a prominent figure idolized by everyone around her nearly every day admitting to a normal yet humiliating truth had his heart racing.

    She was, after all, human.

    Only an inhuman creature, a monster if you will, could cast a spell to make everyone around them utterly adore their every breath and their mere existence. Yet Sophià showed signs of what it meant to be human. To have those days of dispair and feel as if the world around them was crumbling into dust even when you had everything you could have ever wanted right at your fingertips.

    To feel shame and the other wonderful yet hideous emotions humans had to bear. It was delicious to see such a side of her this way. And he had the pleasure to witness it himself.

    “Vell, perhaps I may be of some assistance then Fräulein. Care to dance?”

    “You? Dance? I had no idea a man such as yourself was capable of such activities.”

    “You’d be surprised vhat kind of man I can be if I really vanted to. The offer still stands, do you vish to take it? Unless of course your vine glass needs another refill.”

    Sophià rose an amused brow at Max as he only grinned wider at her expression and extended his gloved hand out for her to take, his fingers twitching slightly in anticipation for her next move.

    She contemplated on whether or not to take his hand into her own so that he could whisk her away and continue to surprise her. However she was getting rather sick of sipping on her beverage anyways so she figured why the hell not and placed her hand into his without much hesitation.

    She could of sworn that she saw something flash in his eyes before he pulled her out of her seat and onto the dancefloor. His other arm was still behind his back as they walked to the center of the floor with pride in each step. The way his glasses reflected off the lights above them gave him an almost ominous aura as if he was hiding behind something.

    Sophià kept a close eye on Max until he suddenly turned to face her to begin their dance. The hand that was holding hers cradled her own delicately with his fingers bending over the top of her own while the other placed itself on her hip.

    The grin on Max’s face only widened as Sophia felt her cheeks burning either from the alcohol she consumed earlier or the fact that this was their first time being so close to each other. She usually never took notice of such things when she danced with other soldiers or random gentleman but there was something about Max that made her feel like a deer in the headlights.

    Her hand that currently wasn’t being held by his was placed upon his shoulder, her fingers tapping against his uniform much like before when she was sitting down. The First Lieutenant could feel her fingertips dancing on his shoulder and it made him unconsciously pull her closer towards his chest with their eyes still locked together.

    The duo swayed two and fro with their feet moving to the sound of the piano as if it was second nature to them. Sophià felt as light as a feather as she danced with the shorter male until she noticed that the people that were dancing around them before had stopped and moved out of the way till they were the only ones out on the floor.

    Max didn’t seem to mind or care about the situation they were in, instead he took this as an opportunity to put more passion into their dance now that they wouldn’t risk bumping into anyone now.

    The pair did a couple of twists and twirls with a dip there and there with the two giving each other knowing smiles or playful smirks. It was as if the world and the people crowded around them didn’t matter anymore or were non existent. Sophià didn’t want to admit it but she was actually having a wonderful time dancing with Max even if deep down he was just like the rest of the soldiers.

    As the music began to die down, they both went back to a slow swaying motion before stopping all together. The crowd clapped and whistled at their performance and even some men from Max’s table stood up from their seats to applaud their commanders dance.

    Sophià bashfully smiled and bowed her head as the applause continued. Max simply gave a wave of his hand before guiding his partner through the crowd towards the front doors for some fresh air. The evening breeze hit the pair right in the face which was a pleasant feeling againt their warm skin.

    The moon above was full and cast its beams upon the Earth below with Sophià raising her head upwards to meet its gaze, a soft smile painting over her lips.

    “Vielen Dank for the dance Herr First Lieutenant, I appreciated it very much.”

    “Please, don’t even mention it. It was just a dance, nothing major ja?’ Besides I needed to find an excuse to get avay from my subordinates anyways. You did me a favor.”

    Sophià felt herself snicker before laughing softly as Max let out a small laugh of his own before offering to take her home since it was late and he didn’t want her walking alone and slightly intoxicated.

    Luckily she didn’t live too far away since her home was near the opera house and other large facility buildings and offices. He didn’t mind the drive though and it gave the two more time with one another as they made idle chit chat and were unknowingly still holding hands from before.

    The driver parked outside the large home and turned off the headlights as to not shine them directly in the windows. The last thing they needed was to have Joseph storming out of the house cursing up a storm because he was nearly blinded by the car.

    Max Helped Sophià out of the automobile and on the last step her heel got caught on the back of it making her lurch forward into Max’s arms as her forehead was pressed against his, their noses gently touching ome another. She smiled in embarrassment while pulling away from the First Lieutenant only to fix her hair and mutter a soft apology amd cursed at her stupid shoes making Max laugh once more and wave the indecent off.

    He escorted her to the front door and placed a light kiss upon her knuckles before bidding her goodnight. As he turned to leave back for the car, Sophià gently grabbed a hold of his shoulder to stop him and placed a delicate kiss upon his chubby cheek. Her warm lips felt like fire against his skin and the small hint of wine still lingering on them made his head spin but he luckily didn’t show any outwards expression except a small smirk and tapped at his mouth with his finger.

    “You missed.”

    “Oh shut up und go away before I push you off the porch steps.”

    With one last laugh and a wave of farewell, Max had disappeared into the night with his hand slowly grazing the area on his cheek where she had kissed him.

    What a fascinating creature.

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  • I hate when my dad makes my mom upset. He was gone for 2 days and the first thing he did when he got back was be rude to her. He’s been really mean and impatient lately.

    And now my dog ate a whole chocolatey protein bar out of my trash. I’m the one that threw it in there and I know he digs in the trash and tears stuff up and we haven’t been able to get him to stop even when we scold him and I just haven’t gotten a trash can with lid yet cause I was hoping the problem would just stop cause I didn’t want a trash can with a lid in my bathroom cause it seems unsanitary. But now my dog is probably gonna get sick and die and my mom says it’s his own fault and I agreed with that at first when I was angry. But now I just know deep down that it’s my fault. I didn’t do everything that I could to keep him safe. I failed him and now he’s gonna die and I’m gonna be sad again and my dad will just keep being himself and I’ll just keep being sad and life’s just gonna suck until I move out.

    I let my dog down. And my father has let me down. All I have is my mother and eventually I’ll let her down too. There are things she doesn’t know that I don’t want to tell her cause I don’t want to let her down yet.

    #sorry about that #rambles#my rants#long reads
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  • What is it about my body?

    It is not gonna be a dramatic poem,

    the music might feel at first, like pinching your skin, biting your cracked bones

    I felt it too, when I really explored myself

    What is it about me, what is it about my body, they adore

    Its mere brown skin, soft and fresh

    Its just skin.

    What is it about my body, they adore.

    Is it the concept about the young they say,

    attractive, fascinating and full of energy.

    Or is it, they’re scared.

    They are, did you find out?

    Or is it, you’re scared now.


    What is it about my skin, I hold it behind covers, sometimes black, sometimes blue

    What is it about my body, I lock it in a cave to survive the predation.


    I’m forgetting the color of the sky,

    and how it feels to be touched by the wind

    Why the predators are just living across the door,

    why the existence has to be hidden in the dark hole.

    What is it about me, what is it about my body?


    I’m not happy, with every word you say about me

    that you’re terrified about me,

    that you fear for me,

    that you can’t hold me any longer.

    that you’re not content, since my birth.

    that I’m a woman.


    I don’t know what is about me,

    I don’t know what is about my body,

    to dislike, to be scared of.

    is it the color of my skin,

    or is it the sexual maturity.


    If you know, answer my questions.

    am I free to live?

    am I free to see the sky?

    am I free of the depression I faced throughout growing up?

    am I free to be happy?

    -umaima.

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  • I’m in a phase in my life where I’m not sure what to do. There are two of them just waiting for me. I go to one, hoping I’ll feel the sparks, and I do; for some time. After they fade, I go to the other one. I feel the sparks again, they fade away again. And then I see the familiar pair of arms from my past, warm and safe, beckoning me. I go and touch them, exploring their beauty once again. My mind relaxes and I feel rejuvenated. Life seems better. I feel whole again.


    The above paragraph talks about my recent phase where I pick up a book, read a few chapters, but just as I begin to immerse myself in it, I realise I can’t really seem to do it. So, for the first time in my life I re-read something I’ve already read in the past. It was just an intuition I had, that that was what I needed to do. There was a trilogy I’d read years ago. It’s not the best of works I’ve read, although it is beautiful, and for some reason I felt the urge to go through the story once again. I have finally finished with re-reading it and the trick seems to have worked. Like you read above, my mind has relaxed and I am able to read freely again. This is the first time something like this has happened to me, and even though I’m not sure this solution will work for everyone, incase you are going through this wierd unable-to-read phase like I was, I guess you could give re-reading a shot. Also, if you’d like to know which trilogy it was that I’d re-read, you can leave a comment saying so.


    -Vani♥️

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  • It’s occured to me that pursuing a degree in English Education is a terribly daunting task considering how slow of a reader I am…

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