#wildfloweroses

[hailreyes-blog]

Could I have lydiamartinism?

ofc! send in ur email bby!

TAKE MY URLS PLEASE

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I really like number 4

Thanks!

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no more please.

[misshoneywheeler]

Tagged by the lovely wildfloweroses​.

One Song: Chateau Lobby #4 (in C for Two Virgins) by Father John Misty

Two Movies: Inside Out (WHO ALLOWED SOMEONE TO MAKE THIS MOVIE, WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME, I WILL NEVER BE OKAY), Xanadu

Three TV Shows: Orange is the New Black, Kitchen Confidential, Freaks & Geeks

Four People: Kit Harington, Sophie Turner, Hayley Atwell, Zoe Saldana, your mom

Five Foods: artichoke hearts, fresh mozzarella, fresh pineapple, corn on the cob, fried polenta

If you want to do this and haven’t been tagged, feel free!

[heliager]

wildfloweroses replied to your post: Just end me now. All that red. Ugh. Ug...

I’m assuming the red is traffic?

yeeaahhhh that was rush hour traffic plus accidents 6 hours ago (idk why it posted again just now)

i had to sit through that. even with my shortcuts i still got stuck in it. i hate traffic so much

[rumaan]

wildfloweroses replied to your post “The Art of Kissing - Part II”

So part three right??

There is a part iii and a part iv! I took a leaf out of hawthornewhisperer‘s book and are posting these as little vignettes because they seemed to work better broken up like that.

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That was extremely painful. Like very very excruciatingly painful. Why would you hurt my soul like this?! I TRUSTED YOU! (As a side note, it was really awesome too and I'm so proud of our precious cinnamon roll)

I’m sobbing on the inside you’re too kind, too kind, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH.  (and for what it’s worth I’m sorry for the pain)

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When Clarke sees him again three years post Kiss, it's at an Octavia invented reunion. She hasn't been back home since moving to Texas. She's standing with the girls and watching her almost happily ever after chat with an incredibly pretty woman. They'd been missing each other for years. One of them too busy with school, the other in a serious relationship, moving across country for a job. It was all falling into place, Clarke gets cold feet and flees. It's too late. She screwed it up for good.

Excuse me while I just go sob my way into a corner.

[jeeno2]

"Marry Me?" Bonus points if Sansa asks

“Marry me?”

The two little words slip out of her before she even realizes what she’s said.  But they hang heavy in the narrow space between their bodies, now, and it’s too late to take them back.  

Sansa cringes inwardly, wondering if it’s possible to die of mortification.  She’s sure that a marriage proposal – even one that’s not seriously meant – is the very last thing a guy wants to hear from a girl he just slept with for the first time.

To Jon’s credit, if he’s shocked by what she just asked him he recovers quickly.

“Well,” he says, the right side of his mouth quirking up into a half-smile as he pretends to consider her offer.  He runs his gentle hand through the tousled damp hair that sticks to her forehead and brushes it behind one ear.  He looks amused.  “I’ll think it over.”

Sansa groans, rolling over onto her stomach and away from him so she doesn’t have to look him in the eye.  

“I’m so sorry, Jon,” she mumbles into her pillow.  “I just… I’m just really happy right now, I guess.  I’ve wanted this for a long time and… I guess I don’t even know what I was thinking when I said that.”

Jon chuckles a little and begins rubbing reassuring circles into the small of her back, which just makes her feel even more like an idiot.

“I don’t know I’ll be able to forget it anytime soon,” he admits.  “But it’s really not a big deal…”

“It is, though,” Sansa says forlornly.  “We only just started seeing each other.  That was about the stupidest thing I could have said to you.”

At her words, Jon touches her chin and turns her face so that she has to look at him.  His eyes are so fathomless and deep Sansa feels like she could lose herself in them forever, and the hungry look he gives her makes her stomach fill with butterflies, despite the events of the very recent past.  

“It wasn’t stupid,” he insists.  He smiles at her again.  “I promise.  But – maybe let’s plan our second date before we pick a reception venue?”

He kisses her then, and Sansa agrees his idea is a good one.