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oh you mean sweet darling rhian???? not only do you have the coolest name ever, but you are actually one of the sweetest people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting on here tbqh. you took the time out of your day to make me feel better and that's pretty much the best thing a person can do for another person. so thank you for that. and now i could gush over all your muses bc wow but i'm just going to gush over connor !!!frickin i just ---- wow. how do you words the way you do??? if i had half the talent you do i would be so happy tbh. you are an absolute gem, and so is connor (although much more scary bc connor is a badass). just basically thank you for existing and don't ever change okay?? xx

#finalitie #how i met your mun #Anonymous

' Miss me. '

#finalitie #take this quick before gale fizzles out

Send me <3 for my character’s reaction to yours kissing their neck.

Being locked inside of Connor's arms used to be a blessing in disguised. As rough and scarred as he may have been, his embrace was always warm. Isolde nestled herself against it while placing a cigarette between her lips, lighting it with that relaxed sort of ease that she had no idea she would never feel again.

The coarseness of his stubble as it rubbed gingerly against the curve of her jaw. Isolde couldn't help but to let out a quiet squeak of surprise, tilting her head to one side as if trying to limit his access to her skin.

"Will you -- quit that! It tickles." A tone that had once been sweeter than sugar, a smile that was so wide; it seemed like her face was bound to crack

Large hands grasped her sides, keeping her closer and near. There was a time where his kisses had been incredibly welcome, even craved. She couldn't imagine it now; having his mouth touching along her throat while she hummed and wriggled into him.

Now, it was different.

#( i. a not so loving memory. )#what a weird memories tag.#and this is terrible writing i'm.#finalitie #( oh shit; not you again. )

you need to not with all these jaime and tyrion feels sobs

But Jaime and Tyrion There's just so so so so so many feelings I have in regards to those two idiots and I honestly cannot contain them in any regard. Because their relationship is so beautiful because Jaime's literally one of the only Lannisters who gives a damn about Tyrion. But then there's the Tysha incident and all that it entails But you have this relationship between Jaime and Tyrion play so beautifully. In their eyes, in their actions, in the ways they work off one another- and you see these two characters in a moment of desperation, and yet Jaime cannot do anything, regardless of if he wants to or not. You have Jaime. He's crippled, and realizes he's shit with a sword; he'd only be taking Tyrion to his death, and that isn't something that sits well with him, alongside his need to be there for Cersei. He loves his brother, truly he does; and for that moment, they laugh together at the thought of defying their father together, but it's so bittersweet and so brief- and that's what kills me about them. Big brother Jaime, who's always tried to protect his brother, who always had when he was around- suddenly, he can't. And it's something that pains them both, so so much AND YOU CAN SEE IT SO SO SO FREAKING PLAINLY. ಥ‿ಥ and now I'm having emotions over that scene again

#finalitie #;ooc queries

Public transport had seemingly been slowed by the harshness of winter weather. This evening stood as quintessence to such seasonal stereotype whilst borderline hail lashed downwards unkindly, smothering the city. The shortage of taxis had led to a congregation of impatient souls. Having endured this the longest, peep-toe heels stepped hurriedly forth, but not before she cast a glance rearward. "-- You know, you can share my cab if you'd like."

Hand coiled around the door handle, she was yet to yank. "I'm headed uptown. It'd sure save you from waiting in the rain any longer."

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