#chicago love

[whilereadingandwalking]

I am so in love with this city??

[sasswonfp]

CHICAGOAN HATSUNE MIKU. Specifically the winter version <3. (alt text provided! :3)

[pellazg]

Eyes have a language of their own.

[revoltingwaslove]

[cxrrodedcoffin]

when i say pretty boy THIS is who i’m referring to😌🤚🏻

happy birthday thomas gibson, another year older, another year hotter💞

[namchyoon]

day 214/547 until joon returns cr. namuspromised

[odinsblog]

1993: Chicago Bulls fan Don Calhoun makes a 75 foot shot that wins him $1 million dollars. (source)

The insurance company that was required to make the payoff, American Hole 'N One Inc, voided the payment when they discovered that three years earlier, Calhoun played basketball for a junior college (a fact he disclosed and the Bulls did not have an issue with), and said it was a violation of the rules. Fortunately, the sponsors of the event and the Chicago Bulls pledged to cover the prize if the insurance company would not. As a result, Calhoun got $50,000 a year over the next 20 years.

One lasting impact was that Mr. Calhoun was able to use the winnings to help his son, Dr. Clarence Calhoun II, go to medical school.

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Coming home late

As he creaked open the door, he knew with the small lamp lit up in the corner of the living room that you were waiting up for him.

He felt his heart sink as he saw your feet at the end of the couch and a blanket tangled up around you.

He's told you over and over not to wait up for him. He's doesn't like it. The guilt the fills he gut when he knows you're up early for work the next day.

With the stale smell of the kitchen clinging on his clothes, he wanted to hop in the shower. But before he did, he wanted to make sure you were in bed and getting some rest.

He leaned down, grazing his fingers along the side of your face. He watched you twitch out of your light sleep, followed by a lazy yawn.

"Carm.. You're home," you hummed, sleep hung onto your voice.

"Mmmhmmm"

He gently brought his arms under and lifted you to his chest. The smell of chicken stock and sweat filled your nose, which instantly gave you comfort that he was home safe.

"You need sleep," He whispered, making his way to your bedroom

"No... I- I need you.." You mumbled back, feeling him lay you down on the bed.

He lips curled up in a small smile. He knew you weren't going to remember this in the morning. But he was going to keep the memory for as long as possible.

You both haven't said the L word, but when you said you needed him, something tweaked in his chest. He needed you, too. Not just for sex or loneliness. He realized that he secretly loved you staying up and waiting for him. As much guilt he felt, he also felt wanted.

He gazed as you got in a comfy position after draping the blanket over you. You were already out like a light again.

He leaned down, kissing your forehead

"I need you too," He murmured

[lordoftheringsmusical]

A closer look at Shelob in action!

feat. Tony Bozzuto (Gollum), Ty Shay (u/s Frodo), Michael Kurowski (Sam), Spencer Davis Milford (Frodo)

shared by Charlie Tymms (Puppet Designer)

[1ncend1ary]

all in all i think i'm falling into love with the afterlife

[misskelley]

Live, laugh, leg sleeve.

[pellazg]

I tasted her lips and realised ive been starving.

[namchyoon]

day 218/547 until joon returns cr. namuspromised

[n33dlew0rk]

Baby Joe Keery in Chicago Fire (3 x 16, 3 x 17) (2015) appreciation post 🥺

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Toxicity or Tough Love?

Characters: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: A quick fic of the realities of being with Carmy Berzatto. Nobody is perfect and relationships can be messy even with the best intention.

Warnings: Cursing, drug abuse and toxic environment, fluff

"Why do you do this shit every time." Carmy exclaimed

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him as you stacked dirty dishes from both of you just finishing dinner.

You could feel his glare on you and he leaned up against the kitchen counter both of his hands resting on the edge.

The toxicity that raised in your relationship from time to time wasn't anything new. Everyone knew that both you and Carmy fought too much. Arguments would get heated, and hateful words would get thrown around, but neither of you would walk away.

"Carm, you're over reactin-"

"Don't pull that Carm shit on me" He spat, bringing his hands up to his tossed hair.

"He needed money. What do you want me to do? Not help him?" You reached over grabbing more dish soap as the warm water run.

"Yes. He's a junkie" He snapped.

You froze, you continued to look down at the at the sponge in your hand, feeling your grip of the glass in your hand tighten.

"Don't say that." You gritted

"It's true and you know it" Carmy whipped back.

"He's clean," you said sternly slowly, starting to wash the glass again.

"Bullshit. How long?" You heard him question.

"A month," you said confidently.

You heard a snort from behind you.

And with a blink of an eye, you swung around, flinging the glass at him.

He dodged it.

The pieces of glass traveling across the room made you come to reality on what you did.

"What the actual fuck" Carmy shouted at you looking down at the shards of glass surrounding both of you.

You didn't notice your heavy breathing and saw that the glass wasn't in your hand anymore.

"Get the fuck out" You said as calmly as possible.

He didn't move.

"Get the FUCK out!" You screamed looking at him and throwing the kitchen sponge at him.

He stumbled out, glancing at you pissed off before leaving the kitchen and slamming door behind him.

You stood by the sink, looking out the window, feeling your chest heave with heavy mournful cries coming from your mouth. Your shoulders shook with the sorrow you felt in your body. You couldn't handle not being able to deal with your brother and his addiction.

He was your brother and all you wanted to do was help him get better. Trust him, but you should know by now that's not how it worked.

You felt the tears rolling down your eyes. Finally acknowledging that the money you gave him wasn't for what he said. It wasn't for rent.

Carmy was right.

"Baby" You felt a hand wrap around your waist. Carmy rested his forehead on your shoulder, feeling his presence behind you.

You immediately turned around and cried into his shoulder. You felt his hand stroke your hair. His gent touch calming you.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that" He whispered, he captured your face in his hands and looked at you with his doughy blue eyes.

"Shhh, it's okay" He comforted you bringing you back to his shoulder and nuzzling his head into neck.

"I-I'm sorry for throwing a glass at you" You sniffled pulling away and looking down at the ground covered in broken glass.

You looked back up at him. You felt him lean in, brushing his lips against yours and giving you a light kiss. You brought your hands up, twisting his curls in between your fingers. His hands resting on your lower back, holding you against him.

You both pulled away and hugged each other with his arms resting on your shoulders and yours around his waist.

Both you surrounded by broken glass.

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