Jan 10, 2016
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ok ive only listened 2 four & mitam but highkey stockholm syndrome is so good and im living for what a feeling and wolves
send me an artist and i’ll tell you my fav song by them (also pls rec me artists)
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one direction (^:
ok ive only listened 2 four & mitam but highkey stockholm syndrome is so good and im living for what a feeling and wolves
send me an artist and i’ll tell you my fav song by them (also pls rec me artists)
ok i am such a hoe for saying nice things abt ppl so aside from you of course another blog i love is helena aka tokyoluke bc she's oh so sweet and nice and gosh golly she is pretty and when i think abt how nice she is, it gives me faith in the world again bc obviously good ppl still exist. (:
AWWW THIS IS SOSOSOSOSOSOCUTE!!! @tokyoluke
anon or not, send the url of the tumblr user(s) that you appreciate and love and why!
ISHWISJE I HATR
i honestly dont understand why im getting harassed by this unknown blog???
happy birthday to my fave!!! i love you and hope you get loads of money and hugs and Michael does something cute today that makes you smile. you're the best ❤️❤️
omg MARIANNE THANK YOU SO MUCH i hope he does something cute too I LOVE U!!
drabble #3 with michael please? :))
“Hey babe!” Michael called out as the door to your apartment opened.
You braced yourself as you heard him scuffling around the front entrance, no doubt removing his boots and his jacket. His footsteps neared and finally he was there, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen and staring at you with a smirk on his face.
“Hi,” you murmured, shooting him a small smile over your shoulder before looking back down at the cupcakes that you were currently icing. There was a plain white apron adorning the front of your body, decorated with little smudges of pink frosting and spots of chocolate cake batter.
“How was your day?” Michael mumbled, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. With a low sigh he bent his head, leaning his forehead against the nape of your neck and pressing a soft, slow kiss to your skin, prompting a shiver to run down your spine. You didn’t know whether the chill was a result of the contact or of the nervous anticipation plaguing your mind.
“Pretty uneventful,” you replied, squeezing the frosting bag and watching as the pink substance oozed onto the cupcakes resting in their individual tin slots, “I decided to make cupcakes. I’ve got a bun in the oven as well.”
“Fuck, really?” Michael pulled back and you set the frosting tube down, turning towards him. He bent down, trying to peer past your legs and catch a glimpse of the bun that was supposed to be in the oven below the stove.
You shook your head, hesitating before telling him, “No you’re…not supposed to eat it…”
Michael looked up at you with a confused expression, finally noticing that the oven was dark and unused. You bit your bottom lip, your left hand coming up to push a wisp of hair behind your ear before it slid down your body, resting on your stomach, “You see…it’s a different kind of bun.”
Your husband’s green irises followed your hand’s movements. He let the words sink in before his face whipped up, his eyes lighting up as he realized the message you were trying to convey.
“You’re pregnant,” he said, the words more of a statement than a question. You gave him a tiny, helpless smile and shrugged your shoulders. Michael pushed himself up off of the floor and stood in front of you, his hands finding your waist and bringing you in for a long, loving kiss.
You smiled against his lips, something he eagerly returned before pulling back, “Oh my God. You’re pregnant.”
His hands snaked around to your back, fumbling with the tie of your apron before pulling on the string and letting it loosen. You pulled it over your neck and let the fabric fall to the ground carelessly. Michael sunk down to his knees, his hands finding the hem of your shirt and pushing the material up quickly.
His eyes widened when he perceived your baby bump, the protrusion slight and still not so noticeable. He stared up at you in awe, looking like a child on Christmas morning. You giggled as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your bare abdomen.
“Hi bun,” he whispered, “I’m your daddy. And I love you already, just like I love your mummy. I can’t wait to meet you.”
He smiled up at you before directing his gaze back to your baby bump.
“I love you bun,” he murmured, kissing your stomach again, “I love you so, so much.”
it said to send this anonymously bc idc and if i need some positivity, i know you probably do too. so things i love abt lauren: cute, BEAUTIFUL voice, great smile, curly hair, very thoughtful, super sweet, loves michael, is a kind soul, is smol but also tol, funny, makes me feel better when i am upset, loves michael, cute, isn't stuck up, is nice to me, ummmmmm, is cute, talks to me sometimes, okay that's all i can think of. thanks 4 being gr8 lauren i love youuuu!! hope you feel less :// soon!!
i love you so much literally marianne u are an angel <3 <3 <3
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hi, i’m 225 away from my next thousand! help an independent ass bitch out?