#oh my god my heart

[tiny-and-witchy]

[zaiinab]

SHUTUUPPPPDBFBFJ

[bebe-benzenheimer]

[nattaphum]

“Today is my last time being Porsche. I believe that he’s still here around me. Sometimes i’m part of him and other times he’s part of me”

[godbirdart]

if yall saw this post you know i am a fan of Rod Smith’s work, especially those full-body orca basswood sculptures aND THERE’S A NEW GREEN ONE,,,

OH TO HAVE A ROD SMITH ORCA,,,,,

[grissomesque]

[cyncerity]

me in my dorm room listening to this

[thesmellofcitrus]

this is how 'ours poetica' by zeeskeit on ao3 has left me

100% recommend go read it rn!

[thebusylilbee]

there's a woman in the bus rn who has half of her skull shaved, is dressed in a very masc way and is somehow resting in a pose I can only qualify as ultra-dykey and I am fully in love

[bluetraverser]

Left behind - teaser chapter 2

Her voice was right by his ear. The light shone brightly on the warm wood of the farmhouse. His daughter was right inside. Her voice rasped against his ear moments before she rammed her nails into his chest with force and pushed him down again-

He couldn’t breathe-

The door of the farmhouse opened rapidly and his husband came out and to him and embraced him and Jenna was on him and wouldn’t stop no matter what and he couldn’t stop crying and-

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“...It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here! She can’t hurt you anymore.”

Elliott cried harder, pushing against him, squeezing him hard as he held onto him with desperate strength, almost screaming his sobs out.

“I know, Elliott… I know…” He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, stroking him, trying his best to just...keep it together and be a strong presence for him. He had known all this would be hard on his husband but he hadn’t thought… it… had been years since he had last seen him in this state.

“I’m scared… I’m scared, I’m scared…”

“I know. I know, Elliott. It’s okay… it will pass, Elliott… It will pass. You’re safe now. She will never harm you again.”

Elliott shook his head against him, sniffling, still trembling…

“You can talk about it… you know that…”

“I know…”

“But you don’t have to… anything you need… anything…”

Elliott choked out a few more sobs…

“...just hold me. Just...just...don’t let me go. Please don’t make me go.”

Full chapter at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54426334/chapters/140224267

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

if there’s anyone that is jungkook-biased, it’s definitely your second oldest daughter, ae-cha. from the moment you gave birth to your first baby girl she was jungkook-biased. every time she cried it was because she missed her father but as ae-cha got older, she got more and more rebellious.

unlike her 5 year old brother, jinseoul, ae-cha was a daredevil and very competitive. she often got into fights with jinseoul, had screaming fits when she couldn’t get what she wanted, and broke nearly all of jungkook’s crowns because of her recklessness.

but did jungkook complain? not really. he chalked it up to his three year old still exploring the world that’s much bigger than her even though he would get irritated, including you. but where jungkook has a soft spot for jinseoul, it became a lot softer for his 3-year old daughter that could do no wrong in his eyes.

it’s very rare that jungkook reprimands his children when they’re misbehaving. however, you’re the complete opposite. you have no problem scolding your children and often tell jungkook to not be so soft on his kids despite them still being toddlers but does he listen? not at all. his children could do no wrong, remember?

it’s a windy day in goryeo, corea and ae-cha is bored. now that jinseoul is of age, he’s been going to school everyday which leaves ae-cha alone with her boring nannies and miriam who is too old to run around with the 3-year old.

mommy and daddy (you and jungkook) are always busy, so playing with them is an automatic no-no. the three year old whines:

“i’m boreddd. i want my daddy”

“the king is busy, princess ae-cha. how about you play with your dolls instead?”

“i don’t wannaaaa…i want my daddy. can i go to mommy, please?”

“the queen is busy as well. want to work on your dance routine again?”

“no” ae-cha pouts.

“hmm…how abouuuuut dress up! you love dressing up. want to ask the seamstress to make you another pretty dress?”

“mm mm” ae-cha shakes her head. “i want daddy. please? pleaseeeeeeee”

“ae-cha—“

“i want to see him!! i want to go to m-my daddy!!! waaaahhhhh!!!”

~🫧

Jungkook hasn’t seen his princess since the morning because he got up early in the morning and she was sleeping at the time and he didn’t want to disturb her sleep so he got busy in his study and then it’s been four hours.

As soon as he’s done with the paperwork, he is on his way to see his daughter whom he loves more than his life and maybe more than you.

He can hear a little bit of commotion coming from your chamber, it’s your daughter, screaming for her daddy. Jungkook Quickens his steps.

“My baby!!!” he comes as his presence is announced by the guard right outside the chamber. “My princess!!” He coos as he enters your room and there is Ae-Cha with fat tears running from her eyes- her nose is covered in a pink hue.

And her eyes are big and teary. She looks just like him… as jungkook opens his arms so she can come to him, the three-year-old doesn’t waste a single moment to run into her dad’s arms.

Jungkook feels his heart clench as he closes his eyes and hugs his three-year-old daughter. “Awww my princess was crying for daddy? Aw my love daddy is so sorry….” He apologizes to the toddler who literally sobs in her daddy‘s arms, Ae-Cha buries her face into her father’s neck.

“My baby I missed you so much you know.. don’t cry daddy is here now…” he stands up with her in his arms, rocking her back-and-forth.

“if she wants to see me, bring her to me every time.” He glares at the nanny. “My baby don’t cry… I love you so much.”

[angel-zophiel]

I am sitting here watching my cereal get soggy and I think to myself. JPV can cook. Very well. Whether he was specifically taught how to properly make a meal, or if it was explained to him at some point, he doesn't know. He never thought anything about these seemingly subconscious skills before he knew of their origins. But now that Azrael is alive and loud, he thinks of the past and all of the previous angels that held this same angel within them. They are where this information came from. Someone hundreds of years ago learned how to make a stew, and that information never left the system, gifting all of the Azrael's to come the knowledge of how to make that very stew. And he finds his mood dropping. Despite this intergenerational sharing of ideas and skills, he finds himself feeling so isolated. The constant reminder that he was akin to a small radio forever playing songs, for no one to hear. It was hard for him to find reasons to like Azrael, or find anything even remotely positive about it hijacking his life. The past angels whispered to him. At times it was maddening. But they were his. And in a way, gave him comfort. Gave him something, anything to listen to. A voice other than his own to hear. But the same way that he is separat from the people that walk the city, he is separate from the angels that haunt him. They lived and died all for the Order of St. Dumas, they had a purpose. They had a reason. Yet here he is. The Order is gone. And not even the chains that once bound him will hold him anymore. He has to be his own rock and his own foundation. Yeah dont mind me, I hope I choke on my cereal for hurting my own feelings. Someone please just give this man someone to talk to.

[indecisive-flautist]

YES 💛💚💛💚

[ficsforeren]

https://www.tiktok.com/@lobeeston/video/6972591763148033286?_t=8Vl8ywv8zGX&_r=1

if this isn’t eren and baby irene idk what is

LINK

CAN I JUST

[morganaspendragonss]

definitely thought for a terrifying second that tommy had taken tk as backup

[carriedreamerxx]

Oh my god

I am going to vomit.

Oh wait. I did.

Gross.

Cat don't sniff it.

Anxiety sucks.

But not as much

As overzealous interns

A poem.

By a corporate drone.

Voila