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[deloveusion]

nothing beats the intimacy of being silly together

[manincaffeine]

Intimacy goes beyond kisses, cuddles, and sex. It's when you're feeling low, and your partner gently comforts you, listens to you, and helps you unpack your insecurities through deep conversations. It's about calling to check in, making sure they've eaten or taken their medicine.

it's more than sex.

[zerothedragon256]

i would love to see a standard dead wife montage to have these instead of the usual, but the movie doesn't actually acknowledge it as anything unusual. All the same nostalgic music and generic male MC tears as he remembers his happiest moments with his wife

dead wife who was MEAN and slept without a TOP SHEET and only went to the beach when it was OVERCAST to SCOWL at the waves

[lay-z]

God made me fat and insecure, because he knew I'd be an absolute whore otherwise.

[mmmm-burnt-eggs]

If this reaches 1 note, I will draw a frog.

If this reaches 10 notes, I will draw a bigger frog.

You can figure out the math from there

[rateaters-sutff]

Matpat kinda looks like a generic TV president who's part of an undisclosed political party and made so that the show isn't dated in about 10 year.

He has a slogan something like "we must work, TOGETHER!" And is surprising generally liked by the public except for the news media whom he gives scornful looks to.

He's then held hostage by some Middle Eastern paramilitary group/ whatever country the u.s has tensions over at the time of writing, whom the main protagonist, composed of 30% muscle and tattoos, has to almost singlehandedly gun down like fodder in order to save him.

This isn't a slight on matpat unless he's part of a controversy i didn't know about

[cepheusgalaxy]

@inhurtandincomfort jowan?

99% of repressors give up right before they successfully don't feel anything. Don't stop shoving it down. You can get through this unscathed

[milkcarton4ngel]

i’ve fucked guys i should’ve shot in the head

[manincaffeine]

I want romance. I want laughter. I want the 3am love making. I want consistency. I want loyalty. I want the random looks of admiration. I want to know you're just for me. I want date nights and flowers. I want truth. I want priority. I want love that's pure and calming.

[itkitcatrose]

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[stardustsighs]

A man making efforts is so damn attractive.

[zerocoded]

summary: soobin and yours love language is teasing each other.

author's note: enjoy this little drabble TOTALLY INSPIRED by that clip of soobin holding the door close with one hand and beomgyu fighting for his life at the other side. like man, hold ME down pls. (jokes, jokes).

warnings and tags: sfw content • a tiny teenie bit suggestive? idk, it's soobin man, dude says unhinged things all the time • strength kink? DON'T CALL ME CRAZY OK.

word count: 0.7k.

you’re being annoying. 

his words, not yours — but to be fair, you’re also definitely doing it on purpose.

you don’t even remember how it started. something stupid, probably. the wrong ramen flavor. a teasing comment about his laugh. maybe the fact that he took your charger again and claimed it was his. it doesn’t matter. what matters is that you’re on the offense now — sulking dramatically, pacing around the dorm like a cat with its tail in the air, tossing petty little jabs over your shoulder just to see if you can make soobin crack.

he doesn’t.

he’s sitting at the kitchen table, one elbow resting lazily on the wood, his long legs spread too far apart and one brow raised like he’s watching a mildly entertaining drama. the other boys are around too — beomgyu on the couch watching with a bag of popcorn like you’re the newest episode of TXT’s to-do, yeonjun passing behind you once with a muttered “oh, it’s one of those nights,” and taehyun shaking his head from the armchair like he wants to be surprised but simply isn’t.

you and soobin. five weeks into your very new relationship and already obnoxiously comfortable with each other. you bicker, you flirt, you get on each other’s nerves in a way that somehow just makes the boys trust you more.

they’re over it. they love you, but they’re over it.

especially when you declare — very loudly — “i am going home,” and march straight toward the hallway with your hoodie half-on and your dignity half-gone.

“you’re not going anywhere,” soobin says.

“watch me,” you shoot back.

you grab the doorknob. twist. pull.

it doesn’t open.

you frown. tug harder. nothing.

then, a slow creak as the door swings halfway back inward — just enough to reveal soobin’s tall frame standing directly behind it, one hand pressed flat against the wood. his expression doesn’t change. he doesn’t even look winded.

“you’re not leaving until you apologize,” he says, voice low, measured, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to hold you hostage with one goddamn hand.

you blink at him.

“soobin—”

“use your words.”

“i am using my words—”

you throw your whole body into it now, pushing against the door with everything you’ve got. and he just stands there. one hand. one hand. he might as well be leaning on a counter, the way his weight doesn’t shift an inch. the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth is barely there — but it is there.

somewhere behind you, beomgyu mutters, “this again?”

“last week she locked herself in the bathroom,” yeonjun adds. “he carried her out like a bag of rice.”

taehyun doesn’t even look up. “bet he’s using his left hand too.”

but you don’t hear them. you’re too busy panting, pushing harder, because this is now a matter of pride. the audacity of him. the ease. the way your feet skid back on the floor while he just… watches you.

then, without warning, the resistance drops.

you stumble forward as the door swings open freely — and before you can crash to the ground, soobin catches you. two hands this time. one at your waist, the other at your wrist. steady. warm. still way too calm for someone who just flexed every muscle in his upper body like he wasn’t born to do it.

you glare up at him. “you let go on purpose.”

“you’re welcome.”

“you’re a jerk.”

“you’re cute.”

you blink. then stare harder. “you can’t just— compliment me after— that’s manipulation.”

he leans in. very close now. his hands haven’t left your waist.

“would it work?”

you hate how fast you go quiet. hate the way your heart trips in your chest. you hate him. you want to kiss him so bad your brain shuts down for a full second.

then, from the living room, kai calls out, “can you two kiss already so i can finish this game in peace?”

you nearly jump.

soobin doesn’t even flinch. he just steps back, finally — smug, victorious, insufferable — and offers you a soft little shrug like what can you do?

you stomp past him into the hallway. but you don’t leave.

and later — after you’ve cooled down and shared your stolen hoodie with him on the couch, pressed into his side while the movie plays — beomgyu throws a pillow at your head.

“you’re lucky we like you,” he mutters.

you grin, unapologetic. “i know.”

soobin just pulls you closer.

and maybe — just maybe — next time, you’ll test him again. just to see if you still can.

author's note: i deserve a trophy for only writing canon soobin bc TELL ME THIS MAN WOULDN'T REACT LIKE THIS IRL. (this is very much a joke, i don't actually know him, thank you). anyways, enjoy me being crazy for this man!!! send me a request • my masterpost

[ichliebemeinkissen]

Some of you call yourselves transfeminists but then refuse to acknowledge half the shit trans people go through because it would mean you'd have to use your fucking brain to talk about oppression for once.

[lunemomo]

This is both hilarious and wild to me bc I have two goose feathers on my altar but I got those from a lady I catsit for (I also got two of my cats from said lady and one of them is literally Allfather’s favorite little meow meow)

I never considered *buying* feathers lmao. Let alone anything that can get me reported by a game warden. I live in Texas them fuckers are MEANIES.

You may think it cruel but when a white witch pisses me off I go through her etsy listings for native bird feathers and forward it to fish and wildlife services

[andreainlove]

"nothing can fix me at this point" YOU. DONT. NEED. TO. GET. FIXED. you need to allow yourself to heal. STOP TREATING YOURSELF LIKE A MACHINE.