#intensiones

[realtica-blog]

¿Es Dios el responsable de mis buenos actos?, ¿Es el Diablo el culpable de mis pecados?, fue San Agustín quien aclaro estas incógnitas en su libro Sobre el libre albedrio.

[viperra1]

y'know, i have FEELINGS about this parallel.......

[himejoshiangels]

I forgot how endlessly annoying the fh fandom is jesus christ

[shoulderscars]

Grief is weird because it pangs your heart in the weirdest ways. I'm not sobbing or having panic attacks because of it, but my heart just...aches sometimes. And it's the smallest weirdest things. Things that my eyes/body hasn't caught up with my brain.

[bluektw]

Think with me, what does ALL Kreese's star students (aka Tory and Johnny) have in common???

They look like Betsy

Blonde hair, light eyes and in one moment all had the same look, the same innocent doe eye's for at least a second in front of him

So, why do you think all that """coincidentally""" his two favorite students look like the love of his life??

(for this take we will pretend him and Silver don't have tension/chemistry like they do)

Fun fact: Peyton List and Emily Marie Palmer have the same thing with their eyes, where depending on the light they change to darker or lighter ones so much so I still can't say for sure which color are Emily's eyes (And I went through almost all of her posts on Instagram)

[celsfandomrave]

Every tedependent meta/speculation: Ted’s love of musical theatre is so important as are the media references that him and Trent make

S3E3 promo clip: Diamond Dogs +Trent talk about Julie Andrews

[diabolimeservavit666]

It infuriates me how much this is the same occurrence.

I'm not really in the mood to give the full explanation (that will come later) but, for now, you have this. Tell me I'm wrong.

{Do not try to argue with me before reading the follow-up post.}

[euyrdice]

APPARENTLY KOU WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN ROOM 5 WITH YOUICHI AND EIJUN BUT noooooOOOOOO tj said youichi and kou would clash too much. whatever. we could have had my three favorite boys together and domestic kousawa. but. whatever.

[dedtoot]

This one moment from hnk 2 was always so funny to me

It's so goofy looking

[catinfroghat]

This is not a slight on kenstewy I like it I can see the merit in it but I do think it's kind of funny when it's always people who are super into kenstewy that are saying that the homoerotic subtext in tomgreg is made up by fans um. tomgregs and kenstewies are literally having a delusion-off let's be honest for a second...

[what-wait-why]

love a good post-nap crack sesh

[periciles]

Happy birthday Roy

[camposriscosaltos]

[wipmargarida]

no momento a história é um grande walking simulator pelos mesmos lugares. acho que até um livro da jane austen tem menos repetição de cenas.

[theothersecret]

If i had any artistic talent it’d be over for you bitches

[euphoricfilter]

the silent ‘i love you’

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au

summary: sometimes you don’t need words

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: fluff!!!! just very soft and nice and easy to read for tonight. intensional lowercase. sort of sleepy thoughts about love <3

where you can find my other works :D

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some days jungkook simply felt like those three words weren’t enough. that the warm glow of his fragile soul couldn’t scream loud enough for your own precious existence to know how much he truly loved you.

that the whispered words of love as the both of you woke, or a gentle kiss before you both slept and met in your dreams— it simply was only the surface of how he felt. that the silent ‘i love you’ the both of you shared each day was somehow louder than the words themselves.

tender souls touching in a whimsical dance between your existence.

tangled so tight, unmoving, seeping out of you with that fluttery sort of love.

the kind of love that pulls a smile onto your lips at the mere thought of them. gentle touch enough to have your skin alight. obsessive, itching greed consuming every fibre of your being, needing them closer than humanly possible. bodies pressed together and heart beats in sync, tied together by a string of fate and life times you shared before this one.

and some days neither of you had to say ‘i love you’ but that didn’t mean the love wasn’t there. that either of you loved the other any less than you had the day before. or more than you would tomorrow. because it was ever-growing. blooming in both your chests, a flower that would live through all of eternity.

it would be him waking before you, purple and blue toothbrushes sat beside one another in the cup on the sink. or how on some days he’d pick your shower gel over his own. for no other particular reason that he loved everything about your existence, that he felt that little bit closer to you in the hours you had to part.

or remembering to tuck one of your hairties in one of his pockets, just in case.

the same hair tie you’ll find in the washing machine days later, smile tugging at your lips. because as much as you remind him to take everything out his pockets before putting them into the washing machine, there were things you could never get mad over. not when he thinks of you, even when you’re not there. a silent show of care that you never bring up because that was his secret to keep, dissolved into the back of your mind for safe keeping.

he likes to hold your hand as you cross the road, fingers interlaced. because he knows sometimes you get too caught up in your own head, unaware of the wider world around you. so he keeps you glued to the pavement before tugging you across the road. fingers squeezing yours when he knows the both of you are back to safety and you’ll let him pull you around, blind trust in him to take you where you need to go

you like picking him up from work, sat outside on a bench with a box of treats for the walk home. and he would indulge you, even if he had the car parked a block away. not caring if it would mean he had to walk the next morning. because he would never abandon those gentle moments with you, shoulders knocking as you kiss sweet cream from his lips, desperate to hear about his day just as much as you want to share yours

you liked to say ‘i love you’ through the stars. tugging him to the roof of the apartment building, legs tangled as you lay on a blanket.

you both look up at the sky.

so many questions slipping off your tongue. where you talk of fate and destiny and how you loved to believe that two souls so intricately intertwined like your own was probably crafted by something as beautiful as the stars, or another celestial being that just knew what the future held. speckles of fine stardust crafted and moulded, so, when you found a mortal body there would be no doubt he was the one for you, just as you were the one for him.

he likes sending you photos of cats. adopting the habit of carrying a small bag of treats around with him; though neither of you have a pet.

he remembers the frown that would tug on your face each time you’d come across a stray. and he’d stand there for as long as you like as your fingers pet over fluffy heads and behind furry ears. another silent vow of love to a lonely creature.

you liked to pack him lunches, hours spent in the kitchen of a nighttime experimenting, because you never wanted him to have a dull meal. and he’d sit there at the table, reading as a piano piece plays over your phone. not a word spoken between the both of you, and some nights you scuttle his way with a fork-full of something for him to try.

there was love in the tv shows you watched together, the music you shared, the space you both lived in. the closet was a muddle of clothes and accessories that he liked to steal from you just like you steal from him. racks of both your shoes line the entry way of the apartment, collection of mugs a sudden birthday tradition that will go on for as long as you’re alive.

you lived in his mind like you lived in the plants around the house. or the posters you’d put on the walls. and he lived in your mind with gaming consoles and photos of you hung up that he had taken, loved and forever cherished; thriving in the memory of you and how much he loved you then and how much he loves you now.

jungkook had tried to find a better word.

hours spent laying in bed, with your head on his chest, moon spilling into the room as he mulls over the thought of you.

how he likes how warm you are, how he likes sharing this space with you. that he’s glad he’s found you, grateful that you exist within the same time line as him.

your silly little stories of a wonderful sweet sort of love filling his own mind— because maybe you really were crafted for one another. and even if he forgets three simple words, the both of you know love lives within the sphere of your existence.

because maybe that’s what the both of you are when you’re together. maybe even in those moments you’re apart. perhaps you’re the epitome of the word love and that’s why all the silent ‘i love yous’ equal more than words ever will