Smoke and Mirrors

I'll be your reason why

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onetownthatwontletyoudown:

gailsrookie:

This is a kiss that screams I want to marry you, and spend the rest of fucking eternity with you.

Oh, let me just reblog this again. 
Sorry I’m not sorry.



It started as a bad idea.
 
It morphed into a monumentally stupid idea.
 
That doesn’t mean that you could get the idea out of your head, because you couldn’t. It was an idea that refused to be un-thought from the moment that you first thought it. 
 
You remember lying in the middle of her queen sized bed, her arm curled around your waist as her face buried itself into the short strands of blonde hair at the nape of your neck and she breathed deeply and easily. You remember the soft contentment that bubbled up through your stomach at the heat of her body radiating into your skin. You remember thinking that you never wanted to go to sleep with anyone else or wake up in any other way.
 
Mostly you remember that the thought didn’t scare you.
 
That’s when the bad idea formed in the back of your mind.
 
The idea that crystallised into the small round cut diamond set onto a white gold band in the shape of a ring that remained tucked into the side pocket of your equipment bag at all times.
 
It remained sat there regardless of the break up, because you couldn’t bring yourself to throw it away or return it to the jeweller. You refused to let go of the relationship and the woman that made your heart sing and your stomach knot in happiness. 
 
Now, with Holly’s lips pressed against your mouth, your mind refused to think about anything other than spending the rest of your life with the woman in your arms. It bubbled up through your thoughts until you broke the kiss, opened your eyes to stare into her bright brown orbs and slid down onto your knee, your hand clasped around her fingers.
 
“I don’t have the ring right now, but I kept it.” You begin to speak, refusing to look away from your eyes as you squeezed her hand reassuringly. “That’s why I hated it when you told me that you were seeing someone else, I thought I’d missed my chance, because of my stubbornness. So, this time, I’m going to ask you right now – Holly Stewart, will you marry me?”

onetownthatwontletyoudown:

gailsrookie:

This is a kiss that screams I want to marry you, and spend the rest of fucking eternity with you.

Oh, let me just reblog this again. 

Sorry I’m not sorry.

It started as a bad idea.

 

It morphed into a monumentally stupid idea.

 

That doesn’t mean that you could get the idea out of your head, because you couldn’t. It was an idea that refused to be un-thought from the moment that you first thought it.

 

You remember lying in the middle of her queen sized bed, her arm curled around your waist as her face buried itself into the short strands of blonde hair at the nape of your neck and she breathed deeply and easily. You remember the soft contentment that bubbled up through your stomach at the heat of her body radiating into your skin. You remember thinking that you never wanted to go to sleep with anyone else or wake up in any other way.

 

Mostly you remember that the thought didn’t scare you.

 

That’s when the bad idea formed in the back of your mind.

 

The idea that crystallised into the small round cut diamond set onto a white gold band in the shape of a ring that remained tucked into the side pocket of your equipment bag at all times.

 

It remained sat there regardless of the break up, because you couldn’t bring yourself to throw it away or return it to the jeweller. You refused to let go of the relationship and the woman that made your heart sing and your stomach knot in happiness.

 

Now, with Holly’s lips pressed against your mouth, your mind refused to think about anything other than spending the rest of your life with the woman in your arms. It bubbled up through your thoughts until you broke the kiss, opened your eyes to stare into her bright brown orbs and slid down onto your knee, your hand clasped around her fingers.

 

“I don’t have the ring right now, but I kept it.” You begin to speak, refusing to look away from your eyes as you squeezed her hand reassuringly. “That’s why I hated it when you told me that you were seeing someone else, I thought I’d missed my chance, because of my stubbornness. So, this time, I’m going to ask you right now – Holly Stewart, will you marry me?”

(Source: gailpeckholly, via peckalishious)

Filed under fanfic gail x holly golly gail peck holly stewart fluff

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Anonymous asked: lauren ally dinah normani camila

Marry - Lauren (I’m a Lauren girl through and through, though, if we did I’d have to use my first name, two Lauren’s is a bit odd).

Fuck - Camila (because seriously, that girl is a mix of sweet and sexy that just does something to me).

Kiss - Normani (have you seen that girl’s lips? Seriously… gah).

Cuddle - Ally (she’s the cute one that I bet would be a damned fine cuddle partner).

Get Drunk With - Dinah (it would be a hoot).

Thanks for this! Sorry I didn’t see it sooner!

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im-a-gollyholic asked: Wow! The pairing you did between Gail/Holly was on point!. I love it!

Fantasy? Thank you :D that means a lot.

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doctor-of-asskicking:

I can’t stop looking at those gifs of Gail hugging Dov because both times she wraps her hand around the back of his head/neck and if you hug me like that, I swear I will be putty in your hands and I am never getting out of your arms, so if that’s how Charlotte Sullivan hugs, I want to hug her even more than I already did

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cunicular:

Your first time is NOT supposed to hurt

You are NOT supposed to bleed

If you bleed, that is NOT your hymen being ‘popped’, it is a tear due to lack of sexual arousal and natural lubrication.

This is all a MYTH perpetrated by men so they don’t have to make sure you are comfortable and sufficiently aroused enough before you have sex with them. It is an excuse to disregard and hurt you.

I just really want women to know this.

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sydloohoo:

"When did you decide to be gay?"

Last week. I woke up and I was like I want to be judged and not accepted by most of society and denied basic human rights. I thought it would be fun to not be allowed to get married and to be called rude names when I’m with the person I love. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?

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