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@bellethiennnn
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#mood
I’m not hating on Sansa Stark but uhhhh who exactly did she outsmart aside from Littlefinger?
Why is she getting all this credit for being the smartest?
writers
write that sentence, that dialogue, that scene that terrifies you
don’t delete shit, just move it to another document
have a “bits and pieces” document for all the odds and ends you can’t fit anywhere else
think of the color of a person’s eyes, imagine something reflected in them, now write that scene
fiction doesn’t have to be 100% accurate, don’t research yourself to boredom
i’m being serious there’s a thing called suspension of disbelief and it’s magical (yes that’s me making a joke)
write something that makes you cry
write something that makes you laugh
write something you can’t explain to other people
write something you won’t remember until you read it the next day
don’t read about the publishing industry until you really, really need to. all it will do is make you unbelievably tired
listen to music from open world RPG video games, you’re welcome
always take a small journal or some paper and a pen with you
write by hand in a journal every once in a while
put the ending of your story in the beginning and see what happens
listen to input from other people. yes you’re the writer, but they’re the reader and they want to help you make something spectacular
said is not dead dude like wtf
the thesaurus is shiny and lovely and a great resource but don’t let words get in the way of your story telling, you don’t need to write prose as poetry for it to be beautiful
just finish the draft first, worry about perfection after
yes, you do have talent
yes, you can do this. you already are
Tom Holland dating a bookworm
request: @winterridinghood : Can I make a headcanon request of what it would be like to be a bookworm and be dating Tom Holland?
masterlist
SO, for starters
he’d be impressed
reading is fucking hard when you’ve got dyslexia
don’t hurt me if that’s incorrect, that’s what I read forever ago
so he’d just be wow’d by how much you read
like he reads scripts and everything
but you’re reading for fun
and he genuinely finds it adorable
like you’d be sitting on the couch with your book
and probably tea or coffee (ya know, your drink of choice)
he’d be sitting opposite you with the softest smile
like you were completely lost in this other world someone else wrote
similarly to how he gets lost in the films he does
it’s something that allows the both of you to connect on the same level without directly doing the exact same thing
he just fucking loves it
and because he loves it so much
bookstore dates
lots of bookstore dates
you’d finish whatever book you were reading and immediately
“Are you doing another, Satuday? We could get you another book.”
he’d usually stroll behind you or beside you, holding your hand
whenever you’d pick up a book and read the short description, he’d have to ask what you thought
it should be annoying after the fifth book
but he has those stupid puppy eyes, completely intrigued
so you’d always tell him and explain why you’d picked it or decided to hold off
afterwards, you’d follow it with a coffee because come on, coffee & books
so now you’d head back to his apartment
and get comfortable on the couch with your new book
while he laid his head in your lap
watching Netflix or scrolling through IG/Twitter
honestly comfortable and cute af
when you’d take a break from reading
he’d ask you about it
and get completely enthralled in the conversation
asking you about the characters,the plot, everything as if he were also reading it
you could go on for hours about a book but he’d just listen and participate because of how much you love it
which also means
books for your birthday and Christmas
he might totally keep a list on his phone of books you’ve mentioned you wanted to read but haven’t bought yet
so you’d be totally surprised and pleased with whatever book he happened to get you
not to mention, him randomly picking one up
because he heard someone in his circle talking about it and thought you might like it
he’d just be the cutest with all your love for literature
Keep reading
Sexual tension sentence starters
as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall
Angry
“Make me.”
“I dare you.”
“Bite me.”
“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”
“Wanna bet?”
“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
“Prove it.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”
“Oh, well fuck me, then.”
“Shut up!”
“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”
Flirty
“I wish we weren’t out in public…”
“Wow, you’re really strong.”
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”
“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”
“You have really nice fingers…”
“Are we going downtown?”
“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”
“What do you wear to bed?”
Awkward
“Do you have to eat it like that?”
“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”
“Hey, stop biting your lip…”
“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”
“You’re standing a little close to me…”
“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”
“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”
“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”
“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”
Showing Feelings and Emotions
Afraid
•Hands Shaking
•Knees like rubber
•Covering mouth with hand
•Breathing fast
•Biting nails
•Whimpering
Angry
•Red in the face
•Hands on hips
•Glaring
•Hands in fists
•Jaw clenched
•Nostrils flared
•Pinching bridge of nose with fingers
Shocked
•Mouth wide open
•Eyes wise
•Hand covering mouth
•Gasping
•Stepping back
Shy
•Blushing
•Glancing down
•Fidgeting
•Speaking softly
•Arms crossed
•Standing back from group
Nervous
•Biting lip
•Hands shaking
•Butterflies in stomach
•Stuttering
•Swallowing hard
•Heart pounding
Tired
•Droopy Eyes
•Yawning
•Stretching
•Slouching
•Rubbing Eyes
Sad
•Tears in Eyes
•Tumbling lips
•Hanging Head
•Shoulders slouched
•Frown
•Dragging feet
•Crying
Cold
•Shivering
•Rubbing Hands together
•Hugging self
•Blowing on Hands
•Fidgeting with sleeves
•Seeing vapors of breath
Excited
•Mouth open
•Smiling
•Heart pounding
•Eyes wide
•Hands clasped
•Jumping
•Clapping
use comic sans to write
i hate this so much but this knowledge is too powerful to keep from you all.
last night @phaltu discovered that setting your font to comic sans in google docs improves writing speed and creativity by an insane amount. “no” i said and “die” but then i tried it and god. i wish it wasn’t this way. i wish it wasn’t true. i wish i could protect you all from this but it’s real.
something about this font is so disarming. something about this font lets you look past the shape of the words and into their soul. i’ve never written so much as i did last night, on my phone, at 2am, in comic sans.
if you have writer’s block. if you lack inspiration. if you need this. don’t be afraid to use it. sometimes the things we find most horrifying are also the things we need the most. trust me. let comic sans into your life.
it’s true
Smutty considerations
Why write “he jerked himself off” when you can describe the motions, the sounds, the visual?
Why stick to “she came” when you can show your readers what she sees and feels, how her partner reacts to seeing and feeling her orgasm?
Why speak of simply “big” or “beautiful” body parts when there is colour, shape, texture, smell?
The delicious is in the detail.
YUS YUS YUS YUS YUS!!!!!
And if you’re sitting there thinking “Well, that’s all fine and lovely, but what DO I say?” Here are some places you can start:
500 Great Words for Sex Scenes
Synonyms for Parts of the Body
Master List of Physical Descriptions
even on tumblr i’m the quiet kid that sits in the corner and doesn’t really know anyone
Do u ever wanna punch urself in the face for procrastinating and ruining ur life
Useful Writing Resources
This is an extensive list of resources for every problem you could come across while writing/planning/editing your novel. Use it well;)
{ *** } Indicate a Highly Reccommended Resource
Planning/outlining Your Work
How To Outline ***
Zigzag Method : Creating Plots
How to Plot a Romance Novel
Seven Great Sources of Conflict for Romances
Let’s talk about brainstorming
Writing Something With Meaning ***
Past Or Present Tense? : How To Decide
Writing Your Work
How To Write A Fabulous Chapter #1 ***
How to Build a Romance Thread in Your Story
The Big Book Of Writing Sex ***
6 Ways to Get Your Readers Shipping Like Crazy
Romance Writing Tips ***
20 Tips for Writing Lovable Romance Novel Heroes
7 Ways To Speed Up Your Writing ***
80+ Barriers to Love: A List of Ideas to Keep Romantic Tension High
9 Romance Writing Mistakes to Avoid
Removing the Creeps From Romance
19 Ways to Write Better Dialogue ***
50 Things Your Characters Can Do WHILE They Talk ***
How To Write Action And Fight Scenes
10 Steps To Write Arguments
9 Ways To Write Body Language
Writing Good Kissing Scenes
Writing Murders
Create And Control Tone ***
Tips for Writing Ghost Stories
Incorporating Flashbacks
12 Tips To Avoid Overwriting ***
Characters
Behind the Name
Top Baby Names
Looking for a name that means a certain thing? ***
7 Rules of Picking Names
Most Common Surnames ***
Minor Character Development
Writing Antagonists, Antiheroes and Villains
Characters With Enhanced Senses
5 Tips to Help You Introduce Characters
How Do You Describe a Character?
How To Write Child Characters
36 Core Values For Building Character
Questions To Answer When Creating Characters ***
4 Ways to Make Readers Instantly Loathe Your Character Descriptions
5 Ways to Keep Characters Consistent
Character Archetypes
25 Ways To Fuck With Your Characters
Building Platonic Relationships Between Female Characters
9 Simple and Powerful Ways to Write Body Language
33 Ways To Write Stronger Characters
Conveying Character Emotion
How to Make Readers Love an Unlikable Character…
How to Create Powerful Character Combos
How To Describe A Character’s Voice ***
Describing Clothing And Appearance ***
Career Masterpost ***
Creating Your Character’s Personality ***
Character Flaws ***
Editing
DON’T EDIT>>> REWRITE THE WHOLE THING FIRST
Ultimate Guide To Editing Each Aspect Of Your Work ***
Why You Would Read Your Novel Out Loud ***
Grammar and Punctuation ***
How To Write A Captivating First Sentence
10 Things Your Opening Chapter Should Do: A Check-List for Self-Editing ***
Saving Your Story: Finding Where It Went Wrong
How To Condense Without Losing Anything
The Stages Of Editing
Dialogue/Description Balance
3 Proofreading Tips
The Short Story Form
Chapter & Novel Lengths
Anatomy Of A Novel : Chapters and Parts ***
How To Write Chapter After Chapter Until You Have A Book ***
Where Chapter #2 Should Start
Step By Step Guide To Editing Your Draft
Writing Tool: CTRL-F (How And Why You Should Use It) ***
How To Kill A Character
25 Steps To Edit The Unmerciful Suck Out Of Your Story
5 Ways To Make Your Novel Helplessly Addictive ***
Setting
{Setting} How To Describe Setting In Your Stories ***
20 Questions To Enhance Setting
How To Bring Your Setting To Life
Miscellaneous Resources You Can Use In Between
How to Write from a Guy’s POV
The Emotional Wounds Thesaurus
Text To Speech Reader
Compare Character Heights
A Visual Dictionary of Tops
Writers Helping Writers
7 Tricks To Imrove Your Writing Overnight
Work Out/ Word Count : Exercise Between Writing ***
Most Important Writing Tips ***
Let’s talk about diversity in novels
Letting Go Of Your Story
Keeping A Healthy Writing Schedule And Avoiding Procrastination ***
How To Create A Good Book Cover
Write or Die
Tip of my Tongue
Character Traits Form
Online Thesaurus
Writing Sketchy/Medical/Law
Coma: Types, Causes, etc
Tips for writing blood loss
Gunshot Wound Care
Examples of Hospital Forms
Common Legal Questions
The Writer’s Forensics Blog
Brain Injury Legal Guide
Types of Surgical Operations
Types of Mental Health Problems
A Day in the Life of a Mental Hospital Patient
Global Black Market Information ***
Crime Scene Science
Examining Mob Mentality
How Street Gangs Work
Writers’ Block Help/ Productivity
Story Plot Generator
@aveeragemusings ‘ Cure To Writers’ Block ***
50 Romance Plot Ideas
Reading Like A Writer ***
Defeat Writers’ Block
Writing In A Bad Mood ***
Writers Block
When You’ve Lost Motivation To Write A Novel ***
What To Do When The Words Won’t Flow ***
9 Ways To Be A More Productive Writer
“I Cannot Write A Good Sentence Today” (How To Get Over It) ***
Real Writing Advice ***
Info You Need To Know & Words You Didn’t Think Of
A Writer’s Thesaurus ***
Words To Describe… ***
Words & Phrases To Use In Your Sex Scenes ***
Colors (An Extensive List Of Colors)
List Of Kinks & Fetishes ***
List Of Elemental Abilities
inkarnate.com : World Creator And Map Maker For Your Imaginary Setting
Body Language Phrases
List Of Legendary Creatures
How To Write Magic
Hairstyle References
Hemingway : Writing Checker
Body Types: Words To Describe Bodies and How They Move Around
Poisonous Herbs and Plants ***
The Psychology of Color
The Meaning behind Rose color
Types of Swords
Color Symbolism
How a handgun works
How to Write a Eulogy
Types of Crying
Avoiding LGBTQ Stereotypes ***
Superstitions and More
The 12 Common Archetypes
Language of Flowers
12 Realistic Woman Body Shapes
Using Feedback And Reviews
Turning Negative Reviews Into Positive Ones ***
Proofreading Marks : Easy Symbols To Make Reviewing/Feedback Easier ***
Authonomy Teen Ink Figment Fiction Press ReviewFuse
These Are Trusted Critique Sites ;)
For all the writers out there. Please reblog this!
I’m not sure why Tumblr isn’t all over White Collar. Seriously, it’s an incredible show with wit, great humor, clever plots, and AMAZING character development. Not to mention:
Gay actor Matt Bomer is the lead
Neal Caffrey: super suave con-man art-thief with a heart of gold and an intense love of all things artistic (he’s an adorable puppy dog cinnamon roll)
Diana Barrigan: daughter of a diplomat and a badass lesbian woman of color who isn’t sexualized
Clinton Jones: A black Harvard-educated Navy man turned FBI agent who is cool as hell
June: super awesome black woman who is so sweet but also crafty and on occasion helps the guys with cons
Mozzie: conspiracy theorist comic relief with a penchant for philosophic quotes and completely random eccentricities - who has a REALLY SAD BACKSTORY WHY?!
Peter and El: They have the BEST marriage ever. Both are supportive, encouraging, and SO TRUSTING. Seriously, Peter constantly gets thrown into compromising positions where he has to flirt with other women, and each time they set it up like El think he’s having an affair but she just laughs at him because he sucks at flirting - Sorry I just really love the Burkes
Satchmo the dog saves the day more than once
It’s funny, light-hearted, with great writing and acting, and touches on deep themes with grace. This show is INCREDIBLE and went out with a hell of a bang. It’s all on Netflix and you should totally go watch it right now.
Sweeter than a cookie (Peter Parker x reader)
Ganre: Fluff. So fluffy, you could get diabetes.
Summary: Peter is the human equivalent of disaster when it comes to cooking. Thankfully you are always there to help.
Notes: This is my first published fanfiction. Sorry if Peter is too OOC, if there are many mistakes or something like that. Excuse my awful writing too, lol. Some strange part of me wanted to post this, so here it is. I LOVE Peter with all my heart and this idea just seemed too cute not to write it.
You were standing in front of his apartment door for over a minute now.
Normally Peter would meet you either on the staircase or halfway on the way between your house and his apartment. But today something was different. There were some weird sounds coming from inside, strange rumbling and the clinking of metal. The sound intensified even more, then followed a by a long silence, then a muted thud. Suddenly the door flew open and Peter Parker showed up, he stumbled upon something non-existent and clumsily leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed.
“Hey, (y/n), whatcha doing here?” he said, strange note of innocence in his voice. He quickly tried to fix his messy hair, a bigger mess than usual you noticed. Then crossed his arms again. He was smiling, but there was strange look in his warm brown eyes that made you think that he was hiding something. Thanks to his pose you couldn’t see anything except the mess that resembled his hair.
“Um, you invited me… For our weekly movie night, remember?” you said a little bit harsher than you intended. You tiptoed a little, and tried to see over his shoulder what he was so obviously trying to hide, but he just raised up a bit and blocked your vision once more.
“Peter, what are you hiding? You know you should let me in to watch the movie, right”
“Can’t I just stare at my beautiful girlfriend for a moment?” he asked, making that puppy dog eyes that you never could resist, you were getting better at it though.
“Yes, but you could do it inside too” you answered emphasizing on the inside part.
“Nah, I’m not so sure” he said only to tease you, knowing that you hated when he did it. Suppressing a kinda evil remark you noticed some strange stains at the sleeves of his dark blue sweater, and something looking like flour just below the collar of his shirt.
“Peter Benjamin Parker, you either let me inside now, or I won’t kiss you for the rest of the night” you playfully threatened him, hands on your hips.
“Okay, fine” he stepped away, so that you could enter, obviously a little unhappy about the outcome of the situation, and closed the door behind you.
“That’s more like it” you said cheerfully as you put your arms around his neck and kissed him. You could feel him smiling against your lips. The walk in the autumn afternoon left your hands and nose a little bit cold so you were glad you finally were somewhere warm.
Inside, as you were taking off you coat, you noticed that except the delicate exotic smell of May’s flowers, there was a hint of cinnamon… and burnt food. You turned round, only to be greeted by a nicely assembled table with a bunch of candles and even more flowers than usual. Peter was grinning proudly at your surprised expression, when the muffled sound of May’s voice came somewhere from the kitchen. “Peter, why are you so quiet? Do you even listen to me? Remove the pot from the sto-“ Peter then ran to the kitchen and ended what was probably a phone call and gave you a forced toothy smile over the extremely messy kitchen island. There were dirty dishes and pots all over the surface, some bits and pieces of food lying in between them.
"Okay, what is happening?” you really were confused now, but some pieces started to fill up. At least the smell and the phone call were related, that’s for sure. That would explain Peter’s delay at the door too. But why?
“I, um, wanted to, you know, cook something for you, be all romantic and stuff” he answered your non-spoken question, stuttering in a adorable way.
“But I guess I ruined the pasta sauce, and when I called May the only thing she did was laugh, and while I was talking to her it started to smoke and-”
“Okay that’s enough” you smiled reassuringly and went up to him “We can always order pizza, or” you prolonged the last bit and sent a suggestive look his direction “we can cook something ourselves. You are lucky that I can make the best Carbonara sauce ever” you said with the most confident voice you could muster.
“Really? Can we really do it?” the joy returned in his eyes, but there was still a little bit of guilt in them. “You are not angry or disappointed, are you?” , he said as he put his arms around your waist.
“How can I possibly be?” sometimes you forgot how gentle and kind he was, and seeing him even a little bit sad made your heart ache.
“I’m touched by your intention, Pete. But to be honest, cooking alone is a bore” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. When you were only inches away from another kiss, the pot started smoking again. Peter clumsily tried to remove it from the stove, while you were coughing, suffocated by the fumes. As your lungs calmed down a little, you looked at each other, then bursted out laughing.
“Before we start you have to promise me one thing”, you said as your stare moved from the pot to his eyes, “Do not ever try to cook anything for me again.”
…
You searched around the kitchen, while forcing Peter to do the dishes. There was almost everything you needed for the perfect Carbonara, except one small detail - pancetta. Peter almost gave up, hearing that and you had to explain to him that it would be just as good if you replaced it with bacon. Yes, ‘pancetta’ sounds fancy and Italian, but you did not want to go to the Grocery shop, knowing that the trusty old bacon could do the trick. After a lot of complaining, a lot of reassurance and some kisses you managed to convince him that the pasta will be fine.
The recipe was pretty easy to follow, so you put some music in the background while you two were working. After the “incident” earlier you wanted to help Peter regain his confidence a little, but still you didn’t trust him enough to fry the bacon with the garlic, so you made him boil some water and cook the spaghetti. As you were beating the eggs, you swayed your hips in the rhythm of some old song, accidentally bumping into Peter, who was now finishing up with the dishes.
“So, that’s how we shall play” he said, grinning and purposefully bumped his hips into yours. You two continued up like that, laughing, reselling and singing to the old songs. He helped you cut the ingredients, tried to sneak in a little kisses as you were cooking and at the meantime you both danced around the kitchen. You suspected that he only used the kisses for distraction, since after them some bacon was obviously missing. When confronted, Peter only shrugged and tied to swallow whatever was in his mouth. He then granted you with a guilty smile and kissed you lightly once more, bacon flavor overwhelming you.
The sauce was almost ready, when a love song came by. Peter swinged you around and put his hands on your hips and you wrapped yours around his neck. You slowly moved around the kitchen in tune with the song.
“We should do this more often”, you suggested. “I’ve never had that fun cooking in my entire life”.
“Well, if only it turns out delicious” he teased leaning down for a kiss, which you stopped.
“Do you doubt my skills, Parker?” you said as you faked an utterly insulted expression and stopped dancing for a split second.
“Never” he giggled. “I really like this, you know. We look like an old married couple.”
“I sure feel like one, I only miss a glass of wine to be the perfect housewife, and you already look like a good dad with this sweater.”
“Was, that an insult against my precious sweater?” he chuckled, trying to act offended.
“And what if it was?” you said with smug smile and pulled him into a quick but compassionate kiss.
Some time later the pasta was ready and served. You still couldn’t believe how much work Peter had put into decorating the room, suspecting that he got some help from May, which he positively denied. And to top it all, as you were sprinkling some Parmesan over the dishes you had to put up with his constant remarks on the amazing smell and his wish to recreate the kiss from “Lady and the Tramp”.
“For a hundredth time - no!” you exclaimed “I am not kissing you, covered in sauce.”
“But it will be so cute” he pleaded, again making that cute puppy dog eyes. “And also I will never underestimate you again” Peter mumbled through his mouth full of spaghetti, “This is amazing”. You could only grin proudly as you watched him eat with determination.
…
You were suddenly stripped off the sweet memory by two gentle hands embracing you.
You were again at Peter’s apartment, cooking in the middle of the night - 2.37 to be precise. Well, most of the baking was done already, so you were doing the dishes. He was supposed to dry them off and put them in their place, but now he was behind you, his chin was resting on your shoulder, arms around your waist.
“How much more do we have to wait?” he was acting like a little kid.
“We just put the cookies in the oven, Peter. It won’t be soon” you said resting your head on his. He just whined in response.
“I really liked the dough cutting part, we really should do it more often.”
“Mhmm” you agreed “but maybe earlier in the night.” You yawned as if just to prove your point.
You two were laying on the couch, your head was on his chest, your legs tangled up, his hand tracing patterns over your back. Neither of you wanted to get up to play the next film in your Disney marathon so you just embraced each other, half asleep when suddenly Peter said that he wanted some cookies. And there you were, in the middle of the night, baking them.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you, an almost professional cook, to bake stuff for me whenever I want”, he tried to compliment you, and to be honest he may have succeeded, but for some reason you chose to act offended.
“So you are saying, that you keep me around just to make you food, because I remember vividly how terrible you are at cooking” you couldn’t hide the joy in your voice though and he continued teasing.
“You are a smart one too, maybe I will start developing something for you. Who knows?”
“Hmm, 'maybe’ you say” you replied pensively, as you were scrubbing one particularly stubborn plate. You couldn’t comprehend how you were supposed to make simple chocolate chip cookies, but ended up using so many dishes and utensils for the making of, at least, three complicated main dishes. You grabbed some of the bubbly foam and aimed straight for his face. To your surprise you managed to strike him right where you targeted. Peter backed up, cleaning the foam from his eyes, looking like a little unhappy child. Just as he opened his mouth to speak you struck his face again. He must have swallowed some of the dishwasher detergent because now he was coughing some bubbles out. The whole scene was so hilarious that you fell on the floor laughing, completely forgetting that aunt May was sleeping. Your vision was blurry and you could hardly breathe. As you were still struggling to get up, supporting your weight on the counter, something light and wet landed on the side of your face. You looked up and Peter was standing next to the sink, both hands filled with foam, challenging look in his eyes.
“It is so on” you giggled and tried to scoop some of the foam too. Peter was the obvious winner, since he had more precise aim. Your laughter was filling the room, as you were circling the kitchen, trying to strike the other and dodge the flying foam, now being mostly water.
“You want to give up?” he said with a little mock in his voice.
“Do you?” you raised an eyebrow in response and got closer to him. You tried to hide some of bubbles behind you back but when you tried to shoot them, he simply ducked.
“You are adorable when you lose” Peter striked you againg in the face with the bubbly essence and embraced you for a second, only to back up. “Jeez, you are really wet.”
“Hmm… I didn’t noticed” a suggestive smirk appeared on your face.
“No, really, you could get a cold” peter said, concern in his eyes.
“Oh, I thought you didn’t care about me” you tried to sound as sad as possible.
“(Y/n)”, he made a pause and looked you straight in the eyes “it was a bad joke, I know, and I’m sorry, but I do care about you, probably more that I care about anyone else in the world”. He pulled you close, burring his head in your neck and apologized again and again and again. His guilt was more than you could bare. The sadness in his voice made your heart ache. You caressed his head, running your fingers through his hair.
“I know, Pete, I know. It wasn’t a bad joke either” you slightly pulled away and smeared some bubbles on the tip of his nose. “That’s one of the reasons I love you” the 3 words rolled off your tongue before you knew what was happening, his eyes widened with surprise.
“You do? You really do?” his eyes sparked up, a slight disbelief was hiding in his trembling voice.
“Mhmm” was all you could muster as he picked you off the floor and spun you around.
“I-I love you too” Peter stuttered as he dropped you back down, but still not letting you go. His hands cupped your cheeks, he pulled you into a kiss, the sweetest and the most gentle kiss you ever had, which soon turned out to be one filled with passion and desire.
The quiet beep of the stove, announced that the cookies were ready. It broke the feeling that the time has stopped and that you were in a wonderful dream. You quickly tried to pull away from him, which was harder than normal, Peter not wanting to let you go.
“Peter” you were grinning “you have to let me go, if you want unburnt cookies” he only whined in response, but let you anyway. While you were taking the tray, full of delicious goodness, with the help of an oven mitten, shaped as a cat, you heard Peter stuttering again.
“Oh, hey aunt May” he slowly swallowed with concern. “Did we wake you up?”
Of course you did, your loud laugh was probably heard on the entire street. You set the steaming tray away and put on the most apologetic look you could muster.
“Do you want some cookies?” you asked your face as red as a tomato.
“Thank you sweetie, but no. In case you haven’t noticed it’s pretty late” May was leaning on the arch of the door with a happy smile on her face, which confused you.
“How much did you saw?”
If you thought you were blushing, then Peter was on a whole other level. You were amazed that he was able to even ask that question.
“Let’s say enough to know that you two remind me of me and your uncle and made me the happiest I’ve been in a pretty long time” soft smile escaped her lips. “But you still will have to clean all that up.”
You and Peter looked around. The kitchen was a disaster. There was water and bits of foam all around the floor, the walls, the fridge, the counters.
“I’ll leave you two alone now. I know you are responsible and all, but I have to be a proper aunt, so no funny business later in the night” she winked at you and left.
The awkward silence afterward was suffocating. As if you two were waiting for May to go to bed, or waiting just for something to happen. Peter was the one who dared to break the silence first.
“So, are they ready?” he tilted his head in the direction of the cookies.
“As ready as they ever will be”, you smiled. “Shouldn’t we clean up first?”
“Nah, I can’t wait anymore” Peter replied and stuffed one still hot star-shaped cookie in his mouth. The grimace his face made when he probably burnt himself was too funny, and you almost failed to hold you laugh, almost. Devious grin appeared on Peter’s face after he finished chewing.
“You know what (y/n), the cookies are great and all, but they are not that sweet” his face resembled now something you could only describe as puzzlement.
“What do you mean not sweet?” you said taking a small bite. “We put like a ton of sugar in there, they are perf-“ you were cut in mid sentence by Peter, who pulled you into a passionate kiss.
“Mhmm, just how I thought” he said in a serious voice “You are way sweeter.”
“Couldn’t you think of something cheesier to say?” you rolled your eyes.
“Not when I am around you” he grinned and pulled you in a tight embrace.
Another ink drawing... really like this art medium
Finally seeing some improvement.
The Final Problem isn't disappointment
I don't care what everybody thinks and I don't understand it. In my opinion "The Final Problem" was a brilliant ending to the series. The ending was unexpected and I loved it. Thank you Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat for the genius script. And to everybody that thinks this isn't the ending - It is what it is... and it is perfect.