Even though Min Hyuk might have sometimes hilariously overplayed his pain to gain BS’s care and attention, the fact remains he still must be in discomfort and substantial pain no matter how well his injury is healing. Despite it he’s been working the whole day with 12 stitches in his abdomen (all because of her) and he obviously feels weak and tired, but when BS worriedly asks him he goes out of his way to assure her he is alright.
And then your heart literally breaks for him because he can’t help himself but ask BS to stay with him just for a moment and lies his head on her lap. It feels almost like a plea even though MH doesn’t say the word ‘please’. That’s all - after everything he’s done for her he begs for a little intimacy and company - that’s all the comfort MH dares to ask of her. What is so pitiful and heartbreaking about it is that he actually has to ask because he has had no one else who would give it to him, not since his mother’s death. And all this time he’s been so utterly starved for love and touch.
And Min Hyuk is someone who tries so hard to prevent people from seeing him helpless and vulnerable - he is the same man who refused to show any fear in front of his blackmailers even though he was afraid, who tried so hard to muffle his own sobs when he learned about his brother’s betrayal, who sent BS away so he could deal with his own sadness and fears alone just with her portrait,… But now here he is asking her to stay with him and that speaks volumes about how much he needs her in his life.
I saw a GIF with Even and Isak kissing in ep7 and the caption was "TONGUES" it instantly reminded me of you
It’s this post, right? One of my all time favorites because my ship is aliveee..well it’s the only post in which it is alive lol…i need to find a name for it because i feel that we’re getting a comeback in s4…maybe tongak? 😄
harry has purposefully stayed silent about his career and projects in favor of expressing his love, support, and gratitude for 1d and his bandmates, and had jeff tweet for 1d at the brits after tommy bruce followed 1d on twitter. he expressed his love for 1d in his solo photoshoot. he followed ot4 stans and larries. but people suddenly wanna say his team is feeding into the narrative and creating harry vs 1d because he wiped his facebook. "it looks bad to fans!" cos your perception is wrong lol.
they wiped 2 pictures…2!!! TWOOOOO PICTURESSSSSS!!! the page was practically dormant. it was never even utilized. take this as a positive that his team is going to actively be using his accounts to promote him to different audiences and gain more exposure…like a team should!!
She learned to sit still long before Malvado asked her to pose.
(young and awkward, too long limbs, nothing growing quite right, a skinny little thing the Lords stole from her mother’s arms and set her upon a dais and asked her to stay;
she shook for weeks until she grew used to people staring, grew used to her visitors falling to their knees, though her insides were twisting and churning, spilling out of her mouth when she was left alone, the smell spoiling in the heat)
He dresses her himself, peels off her clothes to her skin–she has learned better not to fight, stands still, jaw set as he stares for moments until her pulls her dress on, as his fingers stroke up the curve of her spins as he ties her laces, as he buttons her in. His hands are on her throat as he adorns her with heavy jewels he brought back from across the sea, lays them out across her chest. He has others pin and curl her hair, stain her lips red, line her eyes in kohl.
(he sets her on a chair and she is back on the dais, back on the altar, the artist peering at her, staring for hours as he works in paints, captures her again)
She never sees the finished product, Malvado approving the rendering of her image and paying the artist in gold, shining in his hands and has the canvas removed from the room.
All she sees is her reflection in the mirror, back in her room, looking at the girl Malvado made of her.
She rips the necklace from her neck, breaking the chain, the jewels rolling on the floor and tears the pins from her hair, lets it fall down her back in black waves, smearing the paint on her face with her hands, turning her wild, eyes yellow as sobs roll up her throat, the tears washing the colors away in streaks.
I stay anonymous because I had some stalkerish encounters on my old blog. I don’t post pictures because software exists which can identify people by their image. Another reason is that I am told that people prefer to see me as the blue man or in their imagination. Believe it or not, I actually have “guardians” who will message me if they think I have revealed something I shouldn’t have.
“You could leave, or you can come inside with me.” Selene said, hoping he wanted to stay with her. She held onto the door handle waiting for his answer. Jimin stopped walking down the stairs, and took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to ruin the great night we had together.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “I just wanted to bring you home, and leave afterwards.” He turned around and looked at her, “But now, I honestly don’t want to leave.” Jimin gave her, that same smile he’s been giving her all night. “So, I’m glad you asked me to stay.” That was all Selene needed to hear, as she reached for his hand and led him inside her house. Jimin waited for her the close the door behind them. Jimin moved to stand in front of her, “You’re so beautiful, Selene.”
Jimin then wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her to his hard body. His lips descended toward hers, his gaze held hers as he kissed her deep. But then he released her and her mouth, leaving her confused, “What are you doing?” she asked. Jimin smirked, “I’m about to do things that I wanted to do to you all day.” His lips captured her again, searching for an opening. Selene relaxed her mouth, giving him the access he wanted. The bold flavor of the plum wine he had with dinner hit her tongue when his connected with hers. She felt like she was drowning. His arms wrapped around her again, keeping her upright. Jimin pulled back again, “Selene, you have no idea how much I want you.” His eyes blazed with emotion that touched her soul. Whatever he was going to do to her tonight, she’d gladly welcome every single moment.
He swept her up into his arms, and strolled from the foyer towards the stairs. Her heart was going wild inside her chest. She laid her head into the curve of his shoulder. This feels so right, and she didn’t know why. Jimin started walking up the stairs as if she weighed next to nothing. Amazed how carefully he held her to his chest with little effort. Jimin seemed to know where her room was, because he had no trouble finding it. The door was slightly open, so he used his foot to kick it wider. He walked to her queen sized bed, and placed her on it gently, like she was a precious item. Looking at her, he drew himself to his full height. She sat up on her arms, and returned his gaze. His eyes never left hers as he removed his shirt, tie and jacket. Jimin moved his hands to her hips then moved them up, taking the helm of her dress with him as he moved his fingers up her body.
Now here they were naked looking at each other. Her eyes roamed his tone muscled body, as he looked at her curvy naked body. While Jimin’s face was soft, his body was hard, just like his manhood in between his thighs. Jimin then moved his body on top of hers, resting on one arm so he didn’t crush her. Selene ran her hand up his arm, over his bare chest to his face, all while he just stared at her. Jimin then placed his hand on her chest, over her heart. He might be reading her heart. His fingers then trace over her breast, heading her stomach to rest on the lower part of her stomach. Jimin looks up and down her body, “You truly are beautiful, Selene.” He leans down to kiss her again, hard and deep, like his life depends on it. He puts his hand on her breast, tracing his thumb around her nipple.
He really knows how to touch a woman… he’s the God of Love and Attraction after all. Selene tried to pushes those thoughts aside, but she couldn’t help herself. He’s been with so many women. What if she didn’t measure up? What if she disappointment him? “Whatever you’re thinking in that brain of yours. Stop it, now,” Jimin says in a hard voice. “Selene, believe me when I say this. You are everything I want in a woman. Do you understand me?” Selene automatically shoved the nasty thoughts out her head, and nodded her head. Jimin smirked and got up to move the bottom of the bed. “Now, let me take care of my princess.” Jimin grabs hold of her leg, kisses it, and then lightly runs his tongue over her skin, moving upward. He travels higher, teasing her skin with his tongue until he reached her upper thigh. Lifting his head, he stares up at her, before climbing back on the bed to lay next to her.
Without taking his eyes from hers, he slides his fingers between her panties, then gently pushes them inside her. She almost lose there on the spot. Jimin began rubbing his thumb over her clit, as he started kissing a path up her stomach, to her neck, and her mouth. All happening while his fingers worked their magic on her. Selene let loose a moan, while she closed her eyes. “You like that, my princess?” he asked, his voice rough and hard. As a response Selene let out another satisfied moan. She needed to feel him, too. Selene reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. Taking a firm grip, she began to move her hand up and down. Jimin made a low feral sound in his throat. Then pulled his fingers out of her, then grabbed hold of her panties and ripped them off. Selene let out a surprised gasp, those were one of her favorite panties. Jimin let out a pleased laugh, “It’s okay, princess. I’ll replace them later.”
Leaving her wanting him, Jimin reaches down to the floor to retrieve his wallet. Jimin then returned with a condom in his hand. Before Selene knew what she was doing, she took the condom from his hand. Jimin eyes were on fire, and his breathing heavy with need. Jimin kneels before her, Selene reaches over and places the condom on him. Jimin moves between her legs, resting on his arms, hovering over her. He starts to kiss her hard, as she grabs hold of his back, pulling him closer to her. She wanted him so much, she need him inside her now. Jimin pressed her into the bed, fisting her hair, holding her in place. He slides his hand under her to lift her up, as he gently eased himself into her. Jimin pulls out then rock back inside her, “Selene, you feel amazing.”
Selene couldn’t help but to think of all the women he might have said that too. As if he read her mind, he stopped moving inside of her. Holding her face between his hands, fingers still buried inside her hair, he stared down at her. “Selene, stop it. Now! From now until eternity, it will always be you, my princess. I promise.” Having said that, Jimin begins to move inside her again, this time with slow but powerful thrust. Suddenly it doesn’t feel like we’re fucking anymore. Selene felt intense, meaningful emotions coming from him. It was like he was making love to her. Jimin took hold of her hand, and entwined their fingers together. He rest them beside her head on one of her pillows, his other hand cupping her face. Jimin rest his forehead against hers and closes his eyes, as he picked up his pace.
“Fuck,” he groaned out loud. Kissing his jaw, and nipping at his skin with her teeth, she felt empowered. Knowing that she was doing this to him, making him show another side of him to her. “Jimin, sit up.” Jimin paused, his eyes opening to meet hers. Jimin seemed to know what Selene wanted to do, because he put his arms underneath her. He lifted her with him, and sit back on his heels with her straddling him. Selene placed her hands on his shoulder, and very slowly started to move up and down on his cock. Jimin placed his hands on her hips, and began to move them with her. Once again he buries his hands inside her hair, as he matched her movements. She started to feel pressure build up inside her body. “Jimin,” she let go with a loud plea.
While she was coming, Jimin put her back onto the bed, and started to fuck her hard. Calling her by her name, and his nickname for her, as he tenses up and spills into the condom. We lie still on the bed, coming down from our high together. Jimin moves off her, to dispose of his condom, he threw it into the trash can near her bed. Jimin threw part of the covers back, then picked up her, holding her in his arms only to place her back in bed, and cover her. Jimin moved into the space next to her, and pulled her close to him. Selene wanted to talk to him, but she barely had the energy to stay awake. “Close your eyes, princess. It’s okay to sleep now.” And those were the last words she heard before sleep claimed her.
Selene had just drifted off, when he started talking to her, “You’re amazing, Selene,. I hope you come to know that over time,” he murmured against her head, after he kissed her hair curls. “Namjoon was right. You are the one to complete us. But I knew in my heart when I first saw you that you were the one for us.” He knew it might have been too early to say something, but he knew he loved her already. He also knew she felt the same way, after he read her heart. She already had love in her heart and both him and Namjoon, soon she’d have Seokjin in there too. Now, it was Seokjin’s turn to meet his Queen. Then hopefully they could all be together for the rest of their lives.
I just quit my job* in a voicemail and I feel fantastic.
*I gave my two weeks notice three weeks ago but the owner asked me to stay on and give him a chance to fix the hostile environment.
Said environment isn’t fixed and they expected me to not go to Monk’s family therapy Friday because it’s the last day of the month.
I told the owner I would work through tomorrow if they wanted, but that would be my last day.
✌🏻, bitches. My daughter will always be more important than any job.
**we made more with the business we own this month than I would make in EIGHT MONTHS at this job. I was legit there only because I wanted to be.
I L O V E the customers. The manager is a total power trip raging bitch and I don’t like her. I love her because she’s human and I just love all people, but I don’t like her and I cannot sacrifice my health-or my family-for some 23yo on a power trip because she gets to hold the title of Manager.
Also, leaving the voicemail was FAB-U-LOUS for this anxiety sufferer because no confrontation. 💁🏼
(To all my followers, international and Aussie: as you may or may not know, two days ago was a category 4 tropical cyclone in northern Queensland, my state. Today, there’s been mass closures of schools and services and people are being asked to stay home due to a risk of flooding.
I want everyone to know I am OK. I am at work, but I will be going home at lunchtime as recommended. I’ll be OK, so on the off chance anyone was worrying, don’t. I’m OK.
Stay safe everyone. Don’t be dumb, and remember to NEVER drive on flooded roads.)
Due to some… errm, recent issues that I have encountered with this blog, I am going to turn off asks and stay away for a while. So Jensen is taking some time off to a mountain cabin, to eat spaghettis and drink cheap champagne.
I am sure I will be back soon… I just have no energy to deal with some things at the moment. :-)
So with Gladiolus’ episode, I seriously decided I needed some fanarts of kid Gladio being looked after by a young Immortal. I mean, seriously, Cor went with him for the entire trial and asked him to stay safe. Am I the only one thinking they should have a bro/father and son sort of relationship? Gladdy is only supposed to be 24. And Cor had to babysit the future king’s shield. It must have been quite hard for him to let one of his friends’ kid going in there, not knowing how things might turn out.
I also would have adored a Cor centric episode. Him as a daredevil teenager rushing through Gilgamesh trial. I need to write more fics. Or get my sketch book out of the dumptser. Finally, the parallel between one metal-armed Ravus and Gilgamesh’s missing arm? This is too much. Way too much. The battle on the big bridge remains one of my favorite soundtrack forever. I need to rewrite those trials. Into something that last more than one hour.
I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?
oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26.
i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.
things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.
yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.
but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.
at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.
stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.
stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.