Conservative Christians Are So Annoying Because They Want To Be Persecuted For Their Religion Desperately

"I want webcomics where I can change the story" read visual novels "I want games that focus on the narrative" read visual novels "I want games that are easy to play" read visual novels "I want to play shoujo / yaoi / yuri manga" read visual novels "I want to read really queer stories" read visual novels

I've been writing a one shot for like a month now and I'm making such little progress on it )':

I write like one paragraph and that's all my little mind can muster

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can't stop thinking about this

—  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"I’ve tried to hide it, but my heart betrays me every time you’re near—I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you."

"I want to be the reason you look at your phone and smile."

"Loving you is like breathing… and I’ve been holding my breath for so long, I can’t do it any longer."

"Every time I look at you, I realise I don’t want to spend another moment of my life without you."

"I don’t know how or when it happened, but you’ve completely stolen my heart."

"I used to wonder if love was real… and then you came along and made it the only thing I believe in."

"Every part of me aches to tell you how much I love you, even if it’s terrifying."

"Loving you is both the easiest and hardest thing I’ve ever done."

"I keep pretending I’m fine, but the truth is I’m in love with you, and it scares me."

"I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I had to say it—I’m in love with you."

"The truth is, every part of me belongs to you."

"I tried to deny it, tried to push it away, but I can’t—I’m hopelessly in love with you."

"You’re my first thought every morning and my last before I sleep."

"I think about you more than I’d like to admit. I think… maybe I’m in love with you."

"There’s a quiet peace in my heart every time I think of you, and it feels like love."

"I never expected to feel this way, but here I am, confessing that I’m in love with you."

"My heart races, my hands shake, and all I want to say is ‘I love you’."

"You’re the reason I believe in love, and I don’t know how to keep that to myself any longer."

"All I know is that life feels brighter, warmer, and more alive whenever I’m with you. I think I’m in love with you."

"I’ve tried to act normal, but the truth is, you’ve captured my heart."

"I think I’ve fallen in love with you, and every day I fall a little more."

"Loving you feels as natural as breathing, and it’s taken me far too long to say it."

"You’re my heart’s greatest wish, and it’s time you knew—I’m in love with you."

"I feel a warmth in my heart every time you’re near… it’s love, isn’t it?"

"I don’t know how to say it gently, so here it is: I love you. I think I always have."

"If I don’t tell you this now, I’m afraid I never will—I’m in love with you."

"There’s no one else I think about like this, no one else I feel so deeply for. It has to be love."

"I don’t need you to say it back; I just needed you to know... I’m in love with you."

"Every moment we’re together feels like magic, and that magic is love, isn’t it?"

"I’d rather risk everything and tell you the truth—I’m in love with you."

"I was fine on my own, but now that I’ve met you, I can’t imagine a life without you."

"I’d move mountains if it meant I could tell you every day how much I love you."

"Loving you feels like the most honest thing I’ve ever done."

"The truth is, my heart has belonged to you from the very first moment we met."

"I can’t promise that I won’t be afraid, but I can promise that I love you."

"Every day without you feels like a day wasted. I’m in love with you, and I want the world to know."

"If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that I love you with everything I am."

"You’ve woven yourself into my heart, and there’s no turning back—I love you."

"Loving you is like coming home to a place I never knew I missed until I met you."

"It feels like my whole life has been leading up to this moment—to tell you that I love you."

"I’m scared, I’m nervous, but more than anything, I’m in love with you."

"I didn’t know it was possible to feel so deeply until you walked into my life."

"I could search the world and never find someone who makes me feel like you do. I love you."

"I never believed in fate until I realised how perfectly you fit into my life."

"I could wait forever to say it, but I don’t want to anymore—I love you."

"Loving you feels like the answer to a question I didn’t even know I had."

"I love you, (name)."

"𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓘'𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼"

By Thom Kerr for Wonderland Magazine - 2025

tamlin, lucien vanserra, feyre archeron fanart !!

creds of this beautiful art goes to ; @alba_r_art on instagram!

and since it's suggesting feylin a tag for @bookishfeylin !

Hello Everyone, it's time to officially announce the dates for Gwyn Week 2025. This year Gwyn Week will be held between June 15 to 21!!!

So, let's get our Gwynergy on and get ready to celebrate our favourite warrior priestess.

We would like to thank kloartz for all the phenomenal art she made for the event announcement. We wanted someone who loves Gwyn as much as we do and Chloe truly shines ✨️

Music Edits - Thank You @sadiegirl2021 and Mr. K for giving the clip it's soul with the music and the addition of the quote with Gwyn's voice just elevated it to an entirely different place. It screams Gwynergy !!!!

Special effects - @sanzy4 thank you for adding beautiful thematic effects that enhanced the clip further. We are so thankful for your contribution.

Wishing Sarah J Maas a very happy birthday and thank you for giving us an exceptional inspiration in the form of Gwyn 🩵

Pairing: Gwyn x Reader

Summary: You wanted to be first to tell your best friend Happy Birthday (and maybe you just wanted her to yourself for the night).

Inspired by this post: sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: It's literally just a fluff piece and I wrote in one go. I'm planning on doing a series of little prompts like this, based on the friends-to-lovers trope.

You hurriedly wiped down the counters as the clock ticked down. You made quite the mess while baking, despite your “clean-as-you-go” attitude. Time got away from you so quickly, and at this rate you would be late. Again. You always had a hard time shaking that nasty habit. But at least all the treats were wrapped neatly and stored safely in the basket. If you had been using your own kitchen, you might have just left the mess for later, but Nesta would rip you a new one if you didn’t leave her kitchen cleaner than you found it.

You gathered your things and triple checked the basket to make sure everything was there. It did little to ease your nerves, which had been increasing drastically each time you had plans to spend time with Gwyn. You couldn’t identify exactly why you found yourself overthinking every conversation, couldn’t identify the meaning of the rush of emotions you felt with every touch.

You spared a glance in the mirror and wished you had more time to make yourself a little more presentable, but time was not on your side, and Gwyn would have finished her work by now. You rushed to the library, giving Clotho a quick “Hello,” as you rushed past her desk, to the stairs, to Gwyn’s room. The plan had been to sneak down to her room while she was still working and surprise her then, but by the time you got to her door, you could hear her moving around on the inside. You drew in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

Before you could knock, the door to Gwyn’s room flew open and her bright teal eyes nearly knocked the wind out of you. “Were you planning to come in at some point?” she teased, her delicate brow arched and a playful smile on her lips. 

You stammered over your words for a second as your brain scrambled to form a sentence. “I was gonna give it another few minutes,” you responded, earning a chuckle from the female.

Gwyn tilted her head, motioning for you to enter. You stepped in, and the room you’ve spent many nights in suddenly felt a little unfamiliar to you. It was just the nerves, you told yourself, the stupid nerves that you just couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Gwyn asked.

“Well,” you started, setting the basket down on the small table in the corner, “I brought you a little something.” You motioned for the female to join you at the table.

“You didn’t have to-” she began as she approached.

“Stop it,” you cut in, giving her a warm smile. “It’s my best friend’s birthday, obviously I had to get you something.”

The female removed the lid to the basket, and her eyes widened for a split second as she peered into. “You know, my birthday is technically tomorrow,” she said as she began pulling out the various sweets you had made for her. Her long, delicate fingers peeled at one of the wrappers, exposing the delicious smelling brownie - her favorite dessert. You knew she wouldn’t be able to resist eating one of your fudgy creations for long. Your eyes were glued to her lips as she brought the brownie to them and bit in. She moaned in delight at the taste, and the sound sent shivers down your spine.

“These are incredible,” she sang, your cheeks warming at the praise. You had baked for Gwyn a million times, and heard those exact words come out of her mouth on more occasions than you could count, but this time it felt like the Mother was hand-delivering a blessing.

“There’s plenty more, all for you,” you laughed, her delight filling you with warmth. “But there’s something else at the bottom.”

She handed her brownie to you so she could continue digging through the basket. You knew she would get distracted by all the sweets on top, but you didn’t want your actual gift for her to smash all the desserts you had worked so hard on for her. She eventually got to the bottom and pulled out the flat, teal box, which you had picked specifically to match her eyes. Gwyn gasped softly as she opened the box, and you found yourself holding your breath as she examined what was inside.

Gwyn carefully lifted the object out of the box to take a closer look. It was a small painting, not much bigger than the size of her hand, that you had commissioned from Feyre. It was of the moment she cut the white ribbon for the first time, something that you knew she considered to be one of her proudest moments. You had even ordered a custom golden frame to be built for it. There was a note on the back that you had handwritten for her, but decided to let her discover that on her own someday. Her bright smile filled you with longing.

“I love it,” she whispered, and you watched as she recounted the moment in her head. It made your heart swell, and you swore you could feel every little thing that she was. It was almost as if you had experienced that moment yourself. “I know exactly where I’m going to put this.” She strode across the room, graceful as ever, and placed it on the small end table near her bed. 

You weren’t usually good at gift-giving - it was hard to be when your friends already had everything they could possibly want - but you were proud of what you were able to pull together for Gwyn, even if it wasn’t much.

The rest of the night wasn’t much unlike any of the other nights you spent with Gwyn. Except the two of you shared the various sweets you had made for her, opting out of a real meal for dinner. Nights like these, where you got to have the female all to yourself, were becoming the greatest joys of your life. Her voice was the sweetest melody, her laughter a symphony, her smile a concerta put on just for you. 

As the night began to wind down, the two of you had wound up in Gwyn’s bed. Again, a familiar scene to you began to feel like something more as you watched the female try to fight off sleep.

“It’s almost time,” you whispered, reaching over to brush a strand of copper hair out of her face. Gwyn’s lips curled into the softest smile, humming in response. The two of you laid there in silence for a moment, staring into each other's eyes as you waited. As that feeling in your chest began threatening to burst out of you, you quickly looked away to check the clock again. You watched as the second hand ticked and ticked closer to midnight. Just a few more seconds.

You turned back towards Gwyn, giving her a toothy grin. You drew in a deep breath, then gently took one of her hands in yours. “Happy birthday, Gwyneth.”

She wrapped both hands around yours, those big, beautiful eyes staring into yours, making your heart race so quickly that you were sure she would detect it. You put your everything into stilling it, praying to the mother for help in making sure the sound fell on deaf ears. Her thumb ran along your bracelet, the friendship bracelet she had made for you, and she closed her eyes momentarily. “I love you,” she whispered, her hands squeezing around yours. 

These were words you heard out of her mouth dozens of times before, but this time felt so different. There went that stupid heart of yours, beating so hard you thought it might fly out of your chest, over words that didn’t carry the meaning you so desperately wanted them to. Your prayers to the Mother were clearly being ignored.

“I love you too.” The words took some of the weight off of you as they left your mouth, but you knew the deeper meaning behind them was lost upon your best friend. You wiggled closer to the female and pressed a soft kiss to her hands. For a split second, you thought you might have heard, or maybe even felt, Gwyn’s heart beating as wildly as yours. Or maybe your mind was just trying to play tricks on you. “Get some rest, you have a long day ahead of you.”

Gwyn nodded, and those beautiful eyes disappeared for the remainder of the night.

You were the first to rise in the morning. You tried to blink the sleepiness out of your eyes, but the comfort of the bed and the warmth of Gwyn’s body pressed against you fought back twice as hard. The realization took a moment to fully hit you, but when it did, well, butterflies are the understatement of the century. This was a first for you, and your heart didn’t know how to take it. But after confirming that the female was still asleep, you figured there was no harm in letting yourself enjoy it.

You shut your eyes again and gently nuzzled your face into her neck, breathing in her scent. You kept your arm draped over the female’s waist, resisting the urge to pull her closer to you. These precious few moments made you pray to the Mother once again, thanking her for this small kindness. The way your bodies fit together felt natural, felt right, and each second that passed was like a wish come true. You let yourself drift back to sleep, because you knew you couldn’t be the one to end this.

Not long after, Gwyn began to stir in your arms. The movement was enough to bring you fully to consciousness. You felt her stretch her body out, like she was trying to wake herself up fully, so you carefully removed your arm from her. The female rolled over wordlessly and her eyes met yours. It felt like an eternity as you laid there, once again staring into each other’s eyes without a word being exchanged. It caused you to stir, inside and out, and unsure of what else to say or do, you blurted, “Happy birthday!”

And there was that amazing laugh, the one that made your heart pound and your brain roar and your instincts go crazy. Gwyn sat up and stretched her limbs out once again. “Good morning to you, too,” she laughed. Your heart sank for a moment as you watched her climb out of bed to get ready for the day, but now wasn’t the time to mope. You had a whole day planned just for her, and you were going to do everything in your power to make sure it was perfect.