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the warrens + the matching outfit thing.

the conjuring 2 is everything i’ve ever wanted out of a romance movie and more let me break it down for you:

ed and lorraine warren are like every power couple you know but magnified like 10k% they are in sync, they trust each other implicitly, they stand hand in hand at the gates of hell and spit on satan, like when will your parents ever

they both grew up isolated by their paranormal experiences; not believed by anyone and left to face the darkness alone. but they found each other, they believed each other, and when their eyes meet it’s like they see everything that is bright and warm and good in the universe. when their eyes meet it’s like they see god okay like wtf who looks at another human being like that

angst! angsty angst. visions of death and loss. separation. fear and adrenaline. passionate declarations of love in thunderstorms. the threat of having souls ripped in half and hearts torn in two. couples clawing through mud and blood to save each other. just fuck me up.

listen they let patrick wilson play the guitar and sing ‘’can’t help falling in love’’ to vera farmiga and then listeN they slow danced to the same song, just holding each other and sharing their breath and reveling in each other’s presence and life liTS EN JUST LIS —

nickolaswilde

dunnetwins

best of 2013 | 13 couples | ed and lorraine warren from the conjuring

choosemarecal

*mugger pulls out a knife*

Mugger: gimme your money

Cal: well this night took a SHARP turn

Mare: Y'know what, I'm gonna leave you here to get stabbed

Cal: nO WAIT-

petergrantkavinsky

😂

petergrantkavinsky

“Every passing second makes my decision more difficult as I’m reminded of what I’m going to lose when the time comes. What I lost for so many weeks. Not just her love, but her voice. Her sharpness. The push and pull of a person who has no regard for my blood or my crown. Someone who sees me, and no one else in my place. Someone who calls me Cal, and not Tiberias.”

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Tiberias “Cal” Calore VII

petergrantkavinsky

ALL THIS MARECAL NEGATIVITY IS GETTING ME SAD MAN!!!! HELP BERNICE!!!!

“Thief.”“Obviously.”

“I’ll miss you, Mare.”

“I’ll protect you as long as I can.”

“Or are we just winging it now?”

“You opened your eyes, Mare. That’s all that matters to me.”

“I thought I was going to lose you. So many times.”“But I’m still here.”

“You’re not getting up until you pull yourself together.”“Not much of an incentive.”

“Who has the advantage?”“We have the advantage.” “That’s my girl.”

“Every single thing I did, you stood behind me. If I’m turning into a monster, then so are you.”“Love blinds.”

“It’s me. I’m back. Is it you, Cal?”“It’s me.”“Waiting for the right time. Didn’t want to overload you.”For the first time in a long time, I truly laugh. “That is an absolutely horrific pun.”His wide smile matches mine. “Does the job.”

The breeze ruffles his roughly cut hair, highlighting uneven spots.I run a hand down the back of his head. “Did you do this yourself?”He flushes silver. “I tried.” Leaving one hand on the wheel, he takes mine in the other.Matching my smile, he tugs on the hem of my shirt, pulling me toward him. “Don’t insult my bunk room,” he mutters, before dropping a kiss on my lips. Then my jaw. Then my neck. Each touch blooms, a burst of fire beneath my skin.Reluctantly, I push his face away. “There is a real possibility my dad shoots you from the window if you keep this up here.”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, all concern. One hand strays to my neck to soothe the scars burning red hot with exertion. “Calm down.”“That’s not me.” I tip my head toward the darkening storm clouds with a smile. “That’s just weather. Sometimes, when it gets too hot and humid, thunderstorms can—”He laughs. “Okay, I get it. Thank you.”“Ruining a perfectly good run,” I tut, moving my hand to take his. He grins crookedly, smiling so wide it crinkles his eyes.

“We should go back.” “Should we?” *WINK WINK*

“You look like a shrub,” he says, sporting an almost-manic smile.“That’s exactly what you’re supposed to say.”Cal nearly giggles. “How would you know?”

“Well, half my worry is for the people in the blast zone. And the rest …” He takes my hand, using it to pull me closer. I wrinkle my nose, digging in my heels. Not that it matters much. I slide along the pavement anyway.“You’re all sweaty.”He grins wrapping one arm around my back. No escape. “Yep.”

“You’re stuck with me, Barrow.”

“Hi. Sorry, this is a bit of a shock.”Cal chuckles at my side. “That was pretty horrible, Mare.”

“Or do you know how to coax a storm out of her?”Based on the way his lips twist, I can tell he wants to say something decidedly inappropriate. I stop him before he can, grabbing his wrist.

“What do you want, Cal?”“You. I am in love with you, and I want you more than anything else in the world.”“I love you.”

“Remember when we told each other no distractions?”“Yes.” “Distract me.”

To the surprise and delight of more than a few people, he pulls his shirt clean off and tosses it to the side.“Trying to distract me?” “You’ll just fry the shirt anyway. I’m saving supplies. But a good soldier uses every advantage at his disposal.”“Oh, you think you have the advantage? That’s cute.”He pushes something into my hand.“Don’t forget who you are,” he whispers.I don’t need to look to know it’s an earring, a tiny bit of colored stone set in metal. Something to say farewell, to say stay safe, to say remember me if we are parted.

“You two would’ve been married by now. If …” If, meaning so many things.He nods. “Married long enough to go absolutely crazy. She’d make a good queen, but not for me.” He takes my hand without looking. “And she would be a terrible wife.”I don’t have the energy to follow that thread of implication, but a burst of warmth blooms in my chest.

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I TRIED MY BEST. ;-)