#Mom i love him

[sadanduncertain]

"If you're reading this, you managed to bed or behead me. Either way, you got lucky."

THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THIS DESCRIPTION

[clementine221b]

one thing that this little gay kitty oncologist is going to do is LIE. even though he knows house will take the extremest of measures to try and find out what he’s upto??? but he can’t help himself?? i don’t understand him but i love him.

[gayboss-too-close-to-the-sun]

[id: the capybara “my tummy hurts but I’m being very brave about it!” meme edited to say “there’s a fuckin skeleun in here but I’m being very brave about it!” end id]

I swear Max Jägerman would be the biggest himbo if he was a decent person

[elieandrews]

JJ Feild as Mr. Henry Nobley AUSTENLAND (2013) dir. Jerusha Hess

[lunarflux]

I know Ewan said in past interviews that his normal attire is an Adidas tracksuit so he just wants his stylist to show him what he looks good in and I'm???

We went from "freshly hatched to fame Ewan in suits of all different fits and sizes" to "Draco Malfoy was just reborn and now he wears the most interesting leather pieces" and now we're on "Welcome to my poetry workshop in this rustic coffee shop, we only drink black single origin dark roast because the fumes from the fresh grounds remind me of the scent of perfectly aged books that can only be found in the depths of a bookstore whose walls suffer with wood rot."

Excuse me???

Also what fucking color filter is this because he has the prettiest periwinkle blue eyes and it drives me insane

[raplinenthusiasts]

but first let me take a selfie 🤳

© 0613data

[hooned]

🌻🌺🌿🌸 that feeling when, i love you 🌾🌷🪷🪻

[bbyobbyo]

[12:44]

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, body insecurity, dk must be protected

wc: 665

note: idk this is what i get for watching dk make one too many tummy jokes on gose (seungkwan ur on thin ice) im sorry everyone good night

You come home to see your boyfriend in front of the mirror.

“Hey babe,” you shout from the door. “How long have you been home? Did you eat yet?”

“I just got back from the gym with Jihoon and Mingyu and they were giving me all these tips but to be honest, I could barely keep up.”

“I'm pretty sure those two are aliens and do nothing but work out and dance” you laugh from the other room as you put down your stuff. “Maybe you should try working out with Vernon next time.”

What you thought was a lighthearted joke turns into something much more serious when you find your words met with a low hum instead of the beautiful chuckle you expected.

You knew this was a point of insecurity for him, you figured as much when he insists on keeping a shirt on at the pool or on the beach. Or when he shys away from you when changing, despite you having seen him naked many many times already.

But what you didn't realize how deep it cut on the days he couldn't make a joke about it and turn himself into the fool as he often does to lift everyone's mood.

You immediately drop everything you're doing and join your boyfriend in front of the mirror, hands wrapping around his middle as you nuzzle into his side.

“Tell me what's wrong, honey.”

There's a shallow sigh before he's able to speak, and you swallow in anticipation as you stare at him through the reflection of both of you.

He briefly flashes you one of his bright smiles in the mirror, the ones he knows you love so much, but this one doesn't quite reach his eyes.

“I know I don't have rock hard abs like Jihoon or Mingyu, but I'm working on it.”

You can hear your heart breaking in your chest as your boyfriend spills out his confession.

He's so strong, you think. Stronger than anyone you know. The type of man who wears his weaknesses proudly and has no problem taking the fall for others, yet stays optimistic in every breath, uplifting those who need it regardless if his own tank is filled.

“What are you even talking about, baby? I love your tummy.”

“I- I don't know… I just thought— because,”

His gaze lowers to his fingers intertwined and fidgeting as he struggles to find the words. He lightly gnaws on his bottom lip as he shakily continues, “You really liked when I was building my arm muscles and you were complimenting me on getting stronger so I just assumed that you wanted me to—”

He's hushed by your gentle palm cupping his jaw, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

“Oh darling,” your eyes swimming with emotion, “no, I never meant it like that,” you breathe out in an almost whisper.

“Yes, I love that you were getting stronger but that doesn't mean I don't think you're absolutely perfect the way you are.”

You see his pupils widen as he stares back at you, expression unreadable as he seemingly tries to process whether or not to believe your words.

“I can't expect you to stay the same, that would be selfish of me. People change all the time, and hopefully it's for the better. But no matter what you look like I will always, always, love you for you Seokmin. Don't ever assume for a second that my love for you depends on whether or not you look like Mingyu, alright?”

You catch a tear that slips down his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Although his sparkling brown eyes threaten to open the floodgates, his widening smile that replaces his earlier tight-lipped expression assures you that his mind is much clearer than before.

“And for what it's worth, I love kissing your tummy and I will likely be devastated even if it's replaced by a six pack.”

“Alright, I'll tell Jihoon no more ab exercises then.”

[forchrisevans]

i wanna die❤️‍🔥

[catiuskaa]

charcoal, paint, post-its and tape.

SUMMARY: seeing your boyfriend’s messy art studio, you couldn’t help but want to try and surprise him with a painting of the most gorgeous piece of art you knew: him.

REQUESTED! here by my pookie wookie @4ln-stay8, and honey, this was a beautiful idea! i love writing about art and hyunjin and hyunjin and art (and hyunjin) lol, hope you like! <3

CW: hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety, reader is really hard on herself as a perfectionist (which sadly i can relate), crying and cursing, lots of fluffy comfort in the end!

WC: 1.6k

[☆🌷🖼️🌷☆]

You hate it.

Your hand feels cramped, your head hurts and you’re close to breaking the paper if you keep on erasing the same lines over and over again.

But it’s hideous.

It’s a sad excuse of an attempt in art and you hate it.

You were tempted to kick the sketchbook away, but knowing that it belonged to your boyfriend, to hyunjin, who could actually do art, made you refrain from doing so, opting to just harshly shove it away from your lap.

It wasn’t fair. You’d seen tutorials. You had practiced beforehand. You went as far as to use his anatomy books to study it, wanting to be able to do justice to his ethereal, beautiful self by at least getting proportions right.

But no. Art wasn’t accepting your preposterous attempt to join into it.

Hyunjin entered your shared apartment as he hummed a random melody, happy to come back a bit earlier than usual, his head drifting off to how he could surprise you and what kind of activity the both of you could do with the newly-founded time.

But he froze after he kicked his shoes off at the entrance.

“Angel?” He called, and you cursed, but barely had any time to put anything back into place as he followed the sound of your gentle sobs.

“Hyun…” you started.

“My love.” He crouched down next to you, looking at you as if you held the stars and the moon just for him. “Want to tell me what’s wrong? Mhh?” He hummed shortly, his hands traveling to your face and stroking it sweetly.

You stared at him, your heart troubled, so the only coherent response you could come up was throwing yourself to his arms.

The long-haired artist hugged you tightly in response, a part of him appreciating having the type of trust that allowed you to break before him and let him watch you reasemble with a little helping hand.

You sniffed, then shook your head sideways.

“Are we doing the nod and shake?” He smiled in efforts of making you join him, which you did shortly, and he allowed himself to take that as a win. “We can do that, pretty. Nod if you want to.” He snickered.

But you shook your head, staring down at the forgotten sketchbook.

“I-it’s just th-a-at I… I w-wanted… wanted to surprise you… b-because I-I wa-s trying to paint…”

Hyunjin’s face shined upon your confesion.

“My pretty girl was painting?” He chimed back with a gleeful joy. “But you’re not having fun. What happened?”

You just shrugged, sinking your head in your hands. “It’s horrible.”

“Can I see it?”

Watching you nod, it was only then when Hyunjin separated himself from you just enough to grab the sketch, then sprung back to your side.

A silence only broken by your unsteady breathing clouded the house as he viewed the canvas.

“Do you want my opinion, my advice, or my shoulder to keep crying?” He offered soothingly, and you rolled your eyes at his last mention. “What? My shoulders are very comfortable. I don’t even charge if you leave tears on my shirt, you know.” Hyunjin teased with a smile that you were quick to match. Another win for him.

“I just… I don’t know…” you sighed, melting against him. “It’s… ugh.”

He stared at your piece in silence, which you didn’t, only zoned out, playing with your hands as the silence crept up your spine.

What if he hated it too?

“It’s just like how you do with your post-its.”

He interrupted your spiral of thoughts, and you blinked at him, so Hyunjin repeated himself with a gentle smile. You then sniffed, a small chuckle fighting to get out in the midst of frustated tears. “What are you on about?”

“You have your cute organizing board filled with post it notes, don’t you, lovely?”

You nodded, but scoffed, still submerged in the depth of the painting —or rather lack thereof. “What’s that got to do with anyth-“

You trailed off when his hands, still a bit colder from the weather outside, cradled your face, forcing you to look at him, a beautiful sight you didn’t notice you were evading.

“Listen to me for a second. Please?” He pleaded, eyes soft, and giggled sweetly when you pouted, a petty way of letting him know you were listening. You blushed when he kissed you.

“So. Your post it notes.” Hyunjin smiled. “You stick them on the board, but often, they slip down, right?” He asked, to which you nodded. “And when that happens, I noticed your little trick, brains.” He booped your nose, and you couldn’t help but smile coyly. “Tell me, beauty. What do you do when they don’t stick?”

“I… I put a small piece of tape on the back.” “And it works like magic,” he grinned, beaming in a kind of proudness you had never seen on anyone, not when it came from others aside from themselves. And it mended your frustrated heart to see him like this, his now warmer hands stroking your cheeks.

He took one of your hands, and with a strained groan, reached to his pencil cade, grabbed a piece of charcoal and stained your hand with it, kissing your palm sweetly

“These are now the hands of an artist. And artists, just like you and me, can be quite like those little post it notes of yours. We bend right after taking us out of the package.” He chuckled, and you followed along, letting the sound of his voice lift your spirit. “It won’t matter how, there can always be a crease, or the glue won’t stick right, or the color is too blinding, maybe too dull, perhaps the paper got stained with paint or ink.” He stared at you, deeply so, allowing you to see through him, allowing you to understand.

This wasn’t about post it notes. Not anymore.

He continued. “But, just as your post its, sometimes…” he smiled. “Sometimes all we need is a bit of tape to stick in place.”

He kissed your tears away one by one, allowing your breathing to even out, matching and following his as you relaxed against him.

“Let me help you stick back on the board.” He looked at your lips in a flash, then bashfully went back to your eyes. “Let me be your tape.”

He hugged you tightly, and he showed you the sketch.

“To me it looks fine, beauty.” He started. “It’s a really nice attempt. Would I redo some things? Probably, if I wanted to be really perfectionist, because it doesn’t look bad at all. Or maybe I’d let the color do its magic.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “The thing about drawing is that we cannot let it control us, hoping to achieve perfection. That can’t be achieved, my love.” Hyunjin laughed. “Even what we see sometimes doesn’t look right in real life. There are references and references, and if a drawing’s sketch isn’t quite what we’re looking, sometimes we may need another one.”

You stared at him softly, comforted in his honest commentary.

“I can help you. You know were to find me.” He smiled sweetly.

“I…” you sniffed, staring at your charcoal-stained hand.

“I just want a coffee right now.”

You both giggled as you stood back up, and he engulfed you in a bear hug, picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen, determined to make you the best coffe in the whole year.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you found him puting your first sketch next to his. Only this time, instead of his usual messy tape lines, yours han bits of tape glued to the back.

Little by little, charcoal and paint helped post-its and tape, but even with the smallest things, it could certainly be the other way around.

And Hyunjin loved it any kind of way— Hyunjin loved you, post-its, charcoal stains and all.

[☆🌷🖼️🌷☆]

catiuskaa, may 2024 ©

~kats, who will now go to bed with my own cup of hot milk (not coffee lol, and sadly not made by hyunjin either)

[phantasmiac]

this isn’t smutty but mdni.

unintentional manwhore touya and insecure reader. he has an obscene body count but it’s just because he’s really horny all the time and has to do something about it. he’s never even attempted a relationship because he’s just never connected with anyone. but when touya loves something he loves so very hard. you’re the first person he connects with, and you make him want to try. and it feels amazing. he might not have any real relationship experience but he knows what the honeymoon stage is, and at first he assumes all these intense, unfamiliar feelings are just part of the cycle. but time goes on and he isn’t any less obsessed with you. he still gets butterflies around you and he doesn’t think he ever won’t. and it hits him that he’s found his person.

meanwhile, you’re terrified that he’s going to get bored of being with the same person eventually. you’re honestly afraid that he’ll cheat on you, and seeing some of the people he’s slept with in the past doesn’t help? you love him so much you don’t think you’d survive the heartbreak, and it eats away at you so much that you finally bring it up to him. and he just looks at you like you’re insane. and he thinks you are, a little bit, because he would actually rather swallow hot coals whole than sleep, kiss, sometimes even talk with anyone other than you. you’ve ruined him for anyone else point black period. you're his favorite person in the whole wide world, and now that he knows what love feels like he doesn’t want to go back. not to be dramatic but if someone flirts with him he literally gags a little bit?

he just loves being in love. don’t punish him for not knowing what he was missing out on before.

[shineemoon]

240716 onew_griffin: 😴😟😭😐😜😆🙃😤

[yuzuyokoi]

knock knock hello les mis community

a tiny little contribution because i watched the musical and needed to get this fella out of my system

one day the picture quality will be good mark my words

[snarkylinda]

Nah but Spencer being an magician and it being such an prominent part of his character through the show makes me sick. I know that it's because MGG does magic as well, but at the context of Spencer being an super-genious that doesn't really believe on anything that can't be factual and stuff the way he just sees an kid and goes full "see me pull this coin put of literally thin air :0" and it's so important to me cause even tho he is a Scientist™ Spence just loves to spread joy and wonder

[boba-beom]

the cutest boy around

[lunarflux]

The acknowledgement that Daemon had a hand in creating what Aemond has become is fucking everything.

You never realize what monsters you create when you live for the sake of your own pride, and even more so for the sake of those you love.

Daemon has a singular kind of vision, and his pride stems from him losing what he rightfully believes is his. Aemond has the same vision, and sees that Daemon is of the same nature, and therefore views him as a "what I can be, and what I can be better than." Aemond's further drive following Daemon's assassination attempt then from the shame by his brother at the brothel builds him up. He feels now that he has more emotional weaponry that Daemon doesn't have, and that means he believes he can be more and be worse than Daemon. Considering Daemon went straight to Harrenhal, Aemond had the same initial plan, but he's able to spin this similar way of thinking to his advantage.

Daemon probably never thought of Aemond as anything more than a brat with no impulse control, but in reality, Daemon is the same just with more years behind him. We hate and fear what looks back at us in the mirror. Even if it was only a small look between Aemond and Daemon at the final dinner, that small moment was enough. Daemon killing Vaemond in front of Aemond was enough. These two small moments were enough to shape and push Aemond towards the possibilities - killing a man before the king and not being punished because it was done as a reflection of the King's wishes, staring a man down and instilling fear without words.

Daemon has to accept that he is more than a moment in Aemond's developmental stages and intentions - he is an image to be built upon and raised up in the name of Aemond's worth above all others.