Nope
cant risk it
Okay @mo0nlyte
After our long and very mature conversation you can have him back.
*gently gives Drayton back*
As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.
List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers <3
First of all thank you for the question β€οΈπ€
Especially Baroque Art and Architecture, but I really love art in general, it brings me so much joy.
There is just something about Sunny days, I canβt even describe it, but they make me feel just so happy and alive. And also the warmth of the sun on my skin is just magical.
I have amazing friends, I love them all so much, especially my best friend @mo0nlyte β€οΈ My family is also incredibly loving and I really love spending time with them. (I also LOVE the people in my drama class π)
I just love a good horror movie, but the killers in those moviesβ¦.. I adore them. Like my absolute favourites are Vincent Sinclair β€οΈπ₯Ή, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt and Jason Voorhees.
Itβs like the sunny days, I canβt explain why but seeing the light of the moon and itself just makes me feel incredibly at peace. I did this when I was little and I still do it know from time to time, I stand outside on our balcony and talk to the moon and even though it may sound weird but itβs just so peaceful.
Just so you know this is not sorted by what I like most of those things π
I hope you all have a very nice and blessed day/ night βοΈπ
Β· Harvest Moon - Susquehanna, oil on panel Β· Sunset - Roundtop, pastel on board Β· Setting Moon, Susquehanna - oil on panel
β Rob Evans (American, b.1959)
https://www.robevansart.org/
Just some pictures from my walk this morning π³π²βοΈ
I hope you have a wonderful day or night, wherever you are. β€οΈ
PLEASE MARRY ME πππ€π»πβ€οΈ
ββello, mate!β Joseph Mawle seems like the cuddliest man in the WORLD
The beauty within you
Warnings: mentions of murder, insecurity about appearance and body, tooth rotting fluff, grammar and spelling mistakes
It had been an exhausting day, for all of you, Bo, Lester, Vincent, you, hell even for Jonesy it had been. You had been dealing with an particularly big group of tourist, 11 of them, some easier to kill, but someβ¦. Some really were a hard kill, but in the end, youβve gotten all of them. The last one of them, who was killed by Vincent himself, was not only throwing things at him, but also gruesome words, like freak, monster and so on. After it was all done, you had asked him , if everything was alright and he of course signed a quick ββYes, Iβm fine.ββ But you knew, something was off.
Now as you were walking down the hallway to your shared bedroom, you saw your husband, through the crack through the door, a lightpuddle on the floor before the room. He stood there, mask in his hand, studying his deformed, but incredibly handsome face, a frown on it. You sighed and entered the room, with a light knock on the doorframe, his eyes shooting to where you stood, quick to put his mask back on.
You closed the door behind you, walking towards him. ββRough day, huh?ββ,
You asked, carefully, quiet almost as if you were scared, youβd shoo Vincent off. He only nodded as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him some comfort. After you both stood in silence, you spoke up:
ββ If only, you could see the beauty that is within you.ββ
You pulled him towards the mirror, standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his muscular torso, his hand on top of yours. Your weddings rings rubbing against each other ,causing a clinking sound.
He avoided looking at the mirror, as you grabbed his chin and pulled off his mask. ββYou may see an unlovable man in the mirror, but you know what I see? I see the person that matters the most to me in the entire world, the kindest, lovable and most beautiful man there is.ββ
You paused and took his hands in yours turning them in your grasp, stroking lovingly over his knuckles. ββ I love your hands. Those are the hands of an artist, capable of doing wonderful and amazing things, creating wonderful artworks.ββ
You carried on, as he didnβt stop you. ββI love your arms, knowing how easy they can lift me up and carry me around.ββ
ββI love your hair, itβs so soft, so long.. Iβm so jealous of your hair.ββ
You still didnβt stop.
ββ One of my favourite parts of you is your faceβ¦. You have no idea, how beautiful you are. Your eyes remind me of the ocean or the skyβ¦ and your lips, so kissable.ββ As demonstration, you turned his head towards yours and pressed a love-filled kiss on his lips.
But you knowβ¦. My favourite part of you,ββ, your hands slid upwards, away from his torso, towards his ribcage, resting upon his fast beating heart
, ββis your heart. You love me so good, care so much for me. Your heart is mine and my heart is yours. Forever.ββ
He turned around and caught your lips in a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around you. ,, I love you, Vincent Sinclair and I always will.ββ
As you hugged him, he whispered in his barely used, rough voice
ββ I love youββ
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Hey guys, let me know if you want more of this β€οΈ
Love you β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
*long exhale*
Fine here he is π @mo0nlyte
*hands over nubbins *
Im lying in bed sick, casually scrolling through tumblr, felling like crap and seeing this made my day πβ€οΈ
strawberry date π
Hi, Iβm Frida: German, pansexual π³οΈβπ, she/her, Hufflepuff ππ¦‘, βοΈ,couldnβt survive without art, fan fiction and caramel; Horror lover
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