occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
untitled
PR's Tumblrdome
Color Me Curious
No title available
Discoholic 🪩
Cosmic Funnies
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
$LAYYYTER
hello vonnie
Origami Around
tannertan36
No title available
sheepfilms
oozey mess
🪼
The Stonewall Inn
Today's Document
seen from Colombia
seen from Vietnam
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Philippines
seen from Portugal
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from United States
@coltcandler-blog
“What do you think?” Clara asked with a grin as she spun around to show off the dress, “I mean I’m not completely sure what I’d wear it to yet, but it’s perfect, isn’t it? I’ll find some reason to make use of it. Many reasons probably, I mean, how could I not? I look amazing!” she exclaimed happily.
“Don’t tell me that you’re one of those girls that buys their wedding dress before they’re even dating someone? Because I’m getting that vibe from you right about now darlin’.”
Wesley yawned softly before taking another sip of his coffee. “I love me job, I love my job…” He trailed off to himself. The saying was true, but after just getting off one of his longest and exhausting shifts since he’s been working.
At the misuse of words, Colt couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. “Here.” He stated while sliding over his coffee to the man. “I think you need this more than I do.”
calistogarcia:
“Nah, people thinking that I’m younger, doesn’t really bother me, actually, I’m not someone that gets annoyed easily, it’s hard to annoy me”
“Really?” For someone who did get annoyed fairly easily, Colt found his statement to be impossible. “What annoys you then?”
emmycarlisle:
As Colt’s hands encased her waist, Emmy’s slipped from his hairline to rest on his chest. Knowing that he was in love with her seemed to have perked her up up more than any cup of coffee ever could. While the brunette had always been something of a commitment phobe, Colt was a different story. She’d spent four years of her life being committed to him, albeit in a different way. However in that time period, she’d longed to be committed to him in the romantic sense, which was quickly becoming her reality. “Don’t lock me up in the bedroom for too long,” she laughed. “I do want to see the Magic Kingdom.” Emmy’s hands smoothed over his shirt, a cheeky smile on her face. However, that soon drifted at the mention of their potential child. While the possibility of becoming a parent had taken up a new sense of excitement for Emmy, she also didn’t want them to get their hopes up too high. “Maybe… But we’ve got to know if we’re going to have a little guy… Or girl, first. They said we should hear by today.”
“We’ll have lots of time to be locked up in a bedroom. It’s not every day you get to visit the Magic Kingdom.” Colt replied with a smirk. Their relationship had consisted of being together at limited locations. They were either always at the office and if they were lucky enough to leave the office, it was still work related. Colt was ready to explore the rest of the world with Emmy and have fun doing so. “Today huh? Is the doctor going to call you?” He questioned with a slow nod. “But it’s going to be a boy.” There was still that chance that Emmy wasn’t pregnant, but a part of him hoped that she was. Colt was finally ready for that commitment and that love people only read about in fairy tails.
emmycarlisle:
Colt kissing her was the complete opposite of how Emmy assumed their conversation would go. She been prepared for tears, raised voices, and clenched jaws, but rather was swept off her feet by his confession of love. Part of Emmy wanted to punch him for making her wait so long. Majority of their plight, the what ifs, the back and forth… It all could have been avoided so seamlessly. At the same time, had they not endured the hardships, this moment wouldn’t have been as sweet. Her plush pink pout kissed him back with fervor, moving along with his lips at their already passionate pace. When the brunette felt as though her air supply was depleting and her tip-toes were aching, she pulled back, but not before pushing a piece of Colt’s usually well kept hair out of his eyes. “Are you going to take me to Disney now or what?” Her usual teasing smile played at her lips while her brain whirred. Never in a million years did she think this would happen, but Emmy would be damned if she didn’t drink him in.
When she pulled away, a wide smile continued to creep over his features. Looking into her hazel eyes brought a sense of joy that he had never felt before. These eyes belonged to the woman he loved and the fact that she loved him back made it all worth while. At her comment, a quiet chuckle escaped as he nodded in agreement. “Once these stitches heal up we’ll be on our way.” Colt replied while slipping his arms to wrap around her waist. It seemed as if everything was starting to fall into place. They were finally together with their feelings out on the table and to add to the excitement, there could be a little one on the way. “Maybe we can get our little guy his first set of Mickey Mouse ears while we’re there.” Colt suggested, his smile continuing to grow.
avery-grayson:
His question sent her fingers shaking hard enough that she dropped the diamond stud pinched between her fingers, forcing her to kneel at the floor until she’d managed to pluck it out from it’d bounced beneath the bed frame. While it lent a bit of frustration to her mood, it was a least a brief distraction from having to answer right away. Admitting how she’d been, if she even chose to do so honestly, wasn’t something she looked forward to. Being vulnerable and broken wasn’t a look Avery Grayson ever wore well. In fact, she hated both feelings so much she usually tried to convince herself they didn’t exist inside of her at all. Both had been far too present lately for her to remain in denial, though. As she rose from the floor and chanced a look back at him she found it difficult to murmur anything but the truth. Throughout their entire relationship she’d been nothing but honest with Colt. Despite what happened she wasn’t about to change that now. “How do you think I’ve been?” Her body dropped to sit on the edge of the bed a few feet away as she murmured out a question of her own. “Nothin’ about this feels good, and I’m already sick of my own head because it never shuts up.”
Colt had found him in a position that he never wanted. Being engaged to a complete stranger had never been on his bucket list. However, it was an idea placed onto him by his father and his father was a man he respected more than anything. After his time in the hospital, Colt discovered a new side to himself. A side that didn’t involve obeying his father’s every wish and command. The difficult part was that he had started to deeply care for Avery and she deserved better than a man like him, a man who had hurt her. “I don’t know what you want me to say to that darlin’.” Colt admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m sorry for what happened, but I can’t change the past.”
derrekhunter:
“And that is where I’ll make sure that they never find your body.” The male replied, “I know for a fact that both kids are going to spend the rest of my life, apologizing for me, because they both know I’m more then willing, and capable of putting a bullet in someone’s head, if they fuck with my cubs. So lets for everyone’s sake involved, believe that this boy’s parents taught him how to think with his upstairs. Yeah?”
“No matter what a boy’s parents teach him, if he is a teenager, I can guarantee that he is only thinking and acting on behalf of his downstairs. You were a teenager once, you know how we work.”
emmycarlisle:
Emmy had only met Colt’s mother a handful of times, though most of their exchanges had been over the phone when he was out of the office. However, his family was about as Southern royalty as they came and she could only picture his mom as the toast of their Sunday morning services. The brunette let out a laugh, one of both amusement and disbelief. Colt loved her. Emmy hadn’t been prepared for his proclamation. She’d been ready to fight, to make him lay it all out on the table, but Colt seemed to have done it himself. “I love you too.” The words fell out of her lips easily and without much abandon. Loving him was something Emmy had always thought about. She’d wrestled with the notion for the better part of four years, but often shut it down and chalked it up to being attraction. It wasn’t until recently that she mulled over her feelings and had come to the very same conclusion as him. If she didn’t love Colt, she wouldn’t have put so much on the line, she wouldn’t have gone out of her way to do the little things, she wouldn’t have clammed up upon seeing him in his hospital bed, and she surely wouldn’t have gotten him an excessive amount of groceries. Hell, Emmy had been convinced she’d be the first to say it, albeit with a totally different reaction on his end. “Always have,” she admitted.
Once those words had left her lips, Colt pulled her in and pressed his lips passionately against hers. The two had a slow burn relationship that would go down for the ages. If these feelings were confessed sooner, both of their lives would be completely different. However, in this moment, kissing Emmy, he wouldn’t change a thing. This was a girl he had loved since the moment he laid eyes on her, he just hadn’t realized it before. For Colt, this was his future and no matter what his parents thought, it didn’t matter. This was his life to live, not his parents.
calistogarcia:
“I heard that a few times” he nodded. “I had a beard once, but I never really enjoyed it much, so I shaved after I stayed with it just one month” it just wasn’t his thing, otherwise he would try it, plus didn’t bother him that people thought he was younger, it was something that by now he was used.
“If a beard wasn’t up to your liking, might I recommend glasses? They’ll make you look slightly older and slightly smarter.”
@coltcandler
emmycarlisle:
“Colt, there’s a 50% chance I might not be…” Emmy had been so quick to prep him for the less than hopeful outcome that she didn’t register his words at first. She saw his mouth moving, she felt his hand against her cheek, but the brunette wasn’t sure if she’d even heard him correctly. He loved her? Emmy’s precisely groomed eyebrows furrowed. He loved her. “Wait, what?” The less than eloquent reply spilled from her mouth, though she made no move to edge away from him. Instead, Emmy stayed firmly routed in her spot, her hazel orbs blinking rapidly to take him in. “You love me.” The brunette was in shock. Colt’s admission was the last thing she’d thought she’d hear fall from his lips. “You’re serious. You’re not pulling my leg? Because that’s really fucked up if you are.”
The reaction she gave wasn’t the reaction that he was expecting, but then again, his confession wasn’t what she was expecting. A quiet chuckle fell from his lips as he slowly shook his head. “I’m as serious as my mother on a Sunday morning at church.” He replied with a growing smile. It felt like a weight that he had been carrying for years had finally been lifted off of his shoulders. Now came the fear of if she loved him back. Whatever her answer, his was out in the open and there was no going back. “I love you Emmy.”
emmycarlisle:
“We had sex on your desk. Nothing is too kinky for the office anymore,” she quipped. It was difficult to maintain a serious front when Colt had the capability to bring out the humorous and carefree side of her. Emmy wasn’t someone who was buttoned up, but she often tried not to wear her heart on her sleeve. She was attempting the very thing now, but when he teased her, she had to tease back. “Both?” Like a flashing neon sign, it became obvious to the brunette that the conversation was taking the serious turn that she’d initially been pushing for. Emmy was equally as scared as she was tired of cutting corners and skirting around the truth. She listened intently to Colt, a lump forming in her throat as he took her hand in his own. “What were you thinking about,” she asked quietly, trying her best not to think of the picture of his laid up in a hospital bed.
Even in a serious moment, she had the ability to make him smile. That was a reason why he cherished their relationship so much. But what was their relationship? Colt was ready to finally find out. “You.” He whispered, locking his blue hues with her own. “I was thinking about how I might not be able to be there to help you raise my child. I was thinking about how you’ve been by my side for four years and all I want is for you to keep staying by my side. Most importantly, I was thinking about if I die, I’d never be able to tell you how I really felt about you.” Colt took another deep breath as his other hand moved to cup her cheek. If he wasn’t going to tell her now, he didn’t think that he ever would. “Which is that...” Here it goes. “I love you.”
nikitagrayson:
Her own stubbornness to force Colt back to the couch was matched by his obvious refusal to listen. That much was clear by the way he brushed up to her side despite every protest she gave against the idea of him moving around instead of resting. You’re gonna be the death of me… she thought to herself as he dished out that last comment and headed for the hallway, leaving her behind. With the small edges of her nostrils flaring in an attempt not to let her emotions spill out a drop of evidence from the corners of her eyes Avery took a moment to stay back and regain her composure. Why did she even care so much? If she’d been willing to actually ponder the question the answer would’ve come easily. Instead, she sucked in a slow breath and finally trailed behind. “You really don’t need to feel obligated to help me. I’m sure this is the last thing you were lookin’ forward to tonight.” She muttered as they stepped inside the bedroom and she headed for the nightstand to collect a few pieces of jewelry always left there at the end of their nights.
Once they arrived in his room, Colt sat on the edge of the bed in order to catch his breath. One of the strangest feelings due to his injury was how tired he was. A simple walk from the living room made him lose his breath. “It’s not as if I had anything better planned.” He stated with a quiet laugh. For the moment, Colt found his blue hues resting on her frame, watching her every move. During their time together, Colt had grown accustomed to the way she moved and her subtle features, like how she would take off her earrings before bed. It seemed as if he had taken those little moments for granted. “How have you been Avery?” He asked, genuinely curious.
emmycarlisle:
The brunette pursed her pink pout. “Would you handcuff me to the desk too?” Though she was flattered and somewhat appeased by Colt’s answer, Emmy was acutely aware that there might come a time where she wanted to pursue what she had a degree for. To what capacity that he wanted her to stay was the missing piece, the small tidbit that they often swept under the rug. If she was pregnant, Emmy would remain in his life for sure. However, if she wasn’t? There wasn’t anything tethering her to Colt despite her job description and her feelings. She was used to suffering in silence, but for the typically outspoken woman, her resolve was wearing thin. “Are you saying you’ll have sex with me because I’m pregnant or because I’m not?” Emmy tried to keep her own gaze on Colt’s eyes, rather than become distracted by his lips. “Or are you saying that you’re waiting to see if you’re in the clear?”
“No, that’s a bit kinky for the office, wouldn’t you say?” Colt said in a teasing tone of voice. Despite the constant teasing that the two shared, this conversation required a more serious tone. If he wasn’t careful, he could lose Emmy forever and something he realized in the hospital was that he didn’t want that to happen. “Both.” He replied while inhaling a deep breath to calm down his nerves. “But I don’t want to be in the clear Emmy. Despite what my family will say and that possibility of my father hating me, I don’t want to be in the clear.” Colt admitted honestly as he reached to take her hand in his. “When I was stabbed and I was laying on the ground, not knowing if I was going to make it, do you want to know what I thought about?”
emmycarlisle:
“I always expect the unexpected,” Emmy chortled, raising her water bottle to her lips once more. “Honestly, what would you do if I walked into work and handed in my resignation?” To say she was curious was an understatement. Emmy had become increasingly more skeptical as to what she meant to Colt. One minute he was keeping her at arm’s length, the next he was kissing her cheek as if she had been his significant other for the past four years. To distract her idle hands and her whirring mind, the brunette slipped her phone out of her pocket to scroll through various text messages. “Depends on what?” She set the phone down on the counter whilst her teeth dug into her bottom lip; an automatic tell that she was nervous.
At her question, Colt raised an eyebrow as his response. It was a thought that had never entered his mind, due to the fact that he didn’t think it would ever happen. Emmy was always at his side ever since the beginning and he always believed that’s where she would stay. “I’d rip up that piece of paper and not let you leave.” He admitted simply with a shrug of his shoulders. Colt understood that for the past four years they had been living with only words. Colt understood that if he wanted to keep Emmy in his life, keep their child in his life, those words would have to be turned into actions. Pushing himself from the table, he returned to his spot beside her, his gaze cast down to her lips. “You.” He spoke in a whisper only heard by the two of them. “And if you’re pregnant.”
