“Life Isn’t About Finding Yourself. Life Is About Creating Yourself.”

Things I've been daydreaming about lately that scream "hopeless romantic"

bookstore dates

forehead kisses

love letters and beautiful poems

holding hands while looking at the moon

cuddling in the morning

cuddling at midnight

cuddling at all tbh

sitting in someone's lap while reading

soft kisses while it storms outside

forehead kisses

slow dancing in the kitchen while cookies are baking in the oven

waking up to roses and a latte

reading passages from our favorite books out loud to each other

relaxing together after studying

more cuddling and more forehead kisses

meet me at midnight 🌌

Hello! Just a Steven for youu 😄

Just look at him.

Imagine him coming home from work, having spent the day being berated and bullied by his boss, (he always bites his tongue because he's just too much of a nice guy to retaliate.) He feels tired and worn down, like his sanity is only being held together by a thread.

But then he opens the door to his apartment and sees you and it's as if he's just witnessed the sunrise after an endless winter. The tension melts from his shoulders and he doesn't even bother kicking off his shoes or removing his jacket as he makes a beeline for the couch and joins you there.

You've grown accustomed to him being the small spoon and his body moulds perfectly against yours as if whoever was responsible for your existence had prior knowledge of your union and created you both accordingly.

He'd tell you about his day, speaking his words into your neck and adding that his work shift was only made survivable by the knowledge that afterwards he'd get to return to you. He'd probably apologize for being tired and not making much conversation because he's just that sweet.

Such pretty, strained whimpers would fall past his parted lips when your fingers work their way into his curls and he'd just fall apart beneath your hand, secure in the knowledge that you'll put him back together again when the time comes.

❝ I think we’re stronger than we realize. ⸺ LOKI LAUFEYSON (insp)

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE MORE

hey (with the intentions of holding your hand and walking in the rain with you)

KHONSHU: Parasite! Idiot! Useless!

STEVEN: Okay… Ouch…

MARC: Ignore him, he’s just mad cause he has no neck

KHONSHU: Wow, what the fuck Marc?

Moments (Steven Grant x f!reader, Marc Spector x f!reader)

Pairings:  Steven Grant x f!reader, Marc Spector x f!reader

Summary: There’s always been an unwritten rule in your relationship: Marc cuddles you, you cuddle Steven. But they’ve been talking, and maybe it’s time for that rule to change. Moments of softness between you, Marc, and Steven. ~1,500 words

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, general softness, not edited, not my GIF

A/N: I did my DID research, but I absolutely might have gotten something wrong. I’m working with the same creative ideas (e.g. reflections) that the show has given us. Please let me know if there is something I need to change in my representation of DID.

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You’re wrapped up in Marc’s arms the way you always are. He’s half-sitting half-laying in bed in nothing more than a pair of sweats while you are curled against his side, head on his shoulder, a leg tossed over his, an arm around his waist. His hand is just above your knee as his thumb draws small circles on the bare skin of your leg. With his other hand, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly as he watches some show or another on the TV. Your eyes are shut, not watching with him, not even listening really, just enjoying his warmth, the rhythm of his breath under you, this rare moment of peace when he isn’t off fighting crime in a white suit.

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i want to read i crave to read i yearn to take a whole month off any responsibility i have ever and to throw my phone into the ocean and just surround myself with books and entrench myself in them and forget that anything outside of their worn but comforting pages exists

the sluttiest thing we both can do is dress up in black formals and makeout aggressively