#he looks like a lil toddler when he drinks water #look at him bopping to the music while chugging down water #lovely plump lips wrapped around the bottles #im suffering #this was so painful #i hate myself for giffing this #aha #stay hydrated for harry #he would be proud of you for hydrating #h2o is important
sometimes i cry bc in season 2 giles said to buffy “to forgive is an act of compassion… it’s not done because people deserve it. it’s done because they need it” and buffy subsequently becomes one of the most forgiving characters ever like let me live
have you ever thought about how in Lord of the Rings...
Bilbo spares Gollum’s life. Years later, Gollum will become Frodo’s guide to Mordor, and when Frodo takes the ring in Mount Doom Gollum will fight him for it, leading to the ring’s destruction. Without Gollum, the ring would never had been destroyed
Gandalf says in The Hobbit that “it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay, simple acts of kindness and love…”
Alone in the goblin tunnels, Bilbo finds his way blocked a pathetic monstrous creature who he has every reason to kill. No one would blame him for killing Gollum. Many of Middle Earth’s greatest warriors would do it without a second thought. But instead…for no other reason than simple, hobbit-y kindness and pity…Bilbo decides to spare his life
We should get going though. Morning is probably in just a few hours. And if we don’t have Energy runes, we’ll have to get our energy the old-fashioned way.“
Mark looked puzzled. ’‘Drugs?”
“Chocolate,” Emma said. “I brought chocolate. Mark, where do you even come up with these things?”
Mark smiled crookedly, shrugging one shoulder. “Fearie humor?
this is all me you guys, it’s raining here in northern Illinois and I’ve had a rough day, so I figure the best medicine is writing about my love Namjoon because the thought of him always makes me feel better tbh. Enjoy.
The day was dark. As you opened your eyes to your unlit room, usually illuminated with the bright sunshine, you were still enveloped in darkness. Turning your head, you looked up to the window and tuned into the pattern of rain, each droplet making a tiny plink! noise on the glass. Thunder rose up as if the sky was growling, urging you to move away from the danger.
You loved storms, but lately as you were home alone more often, they became a little more ominous. It wasn’t anything that a blanket and the TV on high volume couldn’t fix, but every so often you’d look outside wonder if Namjoon was thinking about you the entire day, too. He woke up early and came home late most days, and you felt bad because he’d be so tired that he wouldn’t even bother with dinner and just to go to bed.
You closed your eyes again, hoping there was some way you could go back to sleep. You knew it was early by the light coming from under your door Namjoon was quietly getting ready to leave in this terrible weather and you couldn’t help but began to worry slightly.
Standing up and rubbing your eyes, you stumbled silently to the door and gently pulled at the handle, the door opening to reveal the empty hallway. It was bright with the artificial light from the ceiling lamps, so you followed them down to the last room on the left.
His feet were moving silently under the door, so you pulled at the handle of his studio and moved your body tiredly through the space, positive that your eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. Looking up, you see Namjoon shuffling some papers on his desk. Oddly though, his outfit wasn’t his normal dress pants and crisp, white shirt, but he had no shirt on and black sweatpants slung low on his hips.
“Namjoon?” You said quietly, not waiting for a reply as you stepped forward to wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind. Your head hung as your eyes closed, and all you wanted was for him to let you stay like this forever.
“Hm?” He said, slightly surprised as he turned around to glance at you still clinging to him. You were half asleep already, his body warmth enveloping you like a fuzzy blanket. Namjoon chuckled and turned to you, where you put your face in the crook of his neck and your arms moved from his waist to around his neck. You breathed in the scent of him - mint leaves and pine needles - before pressing your body as close as you could to his.
“I’m not going into work today. The practice room flooded, Jimin called to tell me just before you came in here.” He whispered, bringing one hand up to stroke your hair. His other hand came down to hold you against him, and you hummed to let him know you heard what he said…barely.
“Let’s go back to bed, yeah? Come on,” he said, detaching himself from you before picking you up. You slung your arms around his neck once again, the rhythm of his walk lulling you to sleep as he walked into your dark bedroom to gently set you down on the bed.
Namjoon closed the door before heading to his side of the bed, where it was now cold and vacant. You felt the bed dip in your half-conscious state and jumped a little at the sudden thunder, but it was all forgotten when Namjoon pulled the covers up to your shoulders and wrapped an arm around you. His other arm went to cup the back of your head as you laid on it, your own hand resting on his bicep. He pulled you as close as you could physically get, making you sigh in relief and content.
“I love you,” he said quietly as his lips pressed to your forehead before moving to kiss your own lips softly before you felt yourself drift off to sleep.