aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand iori forgot to sing again didnt he

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand iori forgot to sing again didnt he
scent: the smell of a woman's hair.
memory meme
he’s twenty-one, the year is 1706 & she smiles at him with such warmth in her eyes — her name is maria barbara. they talk for a while & he’s enamored; he takes her hand & leads her to the church organ loft ( of course, he was scolded, later & his excuse wasn’t terribly viable — but, that part of the memory was irrelevant; they spent some time together & it felt like he was made of music ). they lay there for a while & he breathes in the smell of her hair ( she smells sweet, like flowers ) as she rests in his arms.
he’s twenty-two, the year is 1707 & he remembers a wedding & it feels like bliss. she looked lovely, he’d always remember that ( she was lovely as a wife & mother & when he looks at his family — their family — he thinks of heaven ); at night, he’d lay with her & breathe in the scent of her hair ( she smells sweet, like flowers ).
he’s thirty-five, the year is 1720 & he kisses her goodbye, he holds her close & breathes in the scent of her hair ( she smells sweet, like flowers ). he thinks of his family — their family — & he thinks of heaven & music & how this must be bliss.
the year is 1720 & he scatters the sheet music on the floor. she was already buried by the time he returned home — he doesn’t remember how many hours he cried, but he remembers music ( every bit of love he had for her poured onto paper so the world would know ).
he lays in the bed & sighs & in his dreams he holds her & breathes in the scent of her hair. ( she smells sweet, like flowers )
imagine:
tyler joesph covering paris by the 1975
Being self destructive is fun until you realize that it's working and you're slowly throwing away the only relationship that seems to care :)
help!!! this man likes anime too so we cuddled all night watching one piece but it took everything in me not to bite my fist when i saw zoro??? oh my god he’s so fine!!
good girl!
he praises walking up to the bed pushing you back on it, his frame swallowing up the room. he pushes you back on the bed settling in between your legs your thighs your muscles burning from how far you have to stretch to accommodate his big body
now baby you sure you want this?
he asks genuinely his cock laying heavy against your tiny cunt
we dont have too okay?
he says his hand stroking your cheek this touch is much more gentle than any other from the night
-sakusa
no!
i nearly wail at his hesitation, hips lifting up to meet his cock, the tip taping heavily on to my clit. i reach down, taking ahold of it and rubbing it against me, the tip catching my my hole. i try my best to get it to go in, moving my hips and all, but i can't do it by myself.
help—help me daddy! won't go in.. i need it! fuck!
i let my head fall back from desperation, panting heavily with red cheeks.
sergej milinkovic-savic can score one goal in 192628 years and you know full well it's still the most beautiful finish EVER
there are no two fictional people I care about more than Axel and Roxas. I just want y'all to know that. I want it understood. I know I've shipped a lot over the course of this blog and some of it weren't pretty.
but they are my it. I am an entity who cares about Roxas first and a human being second. in January I will probably cease to exist as a corporeal being,,,