happy birthday to my dearest @escapingreality51! amelia, you are beautiful and kind and wonderful and i hope you’ve had a great day!

“I want a pet.”

Robert frowns. Aaron’s standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb with that face on. It’s the one he knows Robert can’t resist and both he and Liv have perfected it. “Oh?”

Aaron’s smile widens, scratches the side of his face. “Think of it as …. a belated birthday present?”

Robert’s initial reaction is to say, it’s not my fault we couldn’t go to Vegas! but the words die on his tongue. He cocks his head, can see from the subtle shift of expressions on Aaron’s face that he’s grateful Robert said nothing about it. Prison’s changed them both, but Robert likes to think they’re getting there. “So. A pet?”

Pushing himself off of the door, Aaron moves to lean over the back of the sofa, pressing a kiss to Robert’s mouth. “A dog?”

“No,” Robert says immediately, because the thought of having a dog around the house is horrifying.

Aaron pouts, actually pouts, and Robert laughs. “Hey!”

“What?” Robert rests a hand on the back of Aaron’s head, brings him down for a kiss. When they pull apart, Aaron brushes a finger down Robert’s temple. “You know, if you want a dog-”

Aaron raises his eyebrows, grinning. “Really? Are you telling me that if I fuck you, you’d give me a dog?”

Lifting one shoulde rin a half-hearted shrug, Robert widens his smile. “Well?”

There’s a heated look on Aaron’s face, but it’s warring with the soft, loving expression that follows. “Seriously?”

Robert’s fingers brush through Aaron’s hair, soft and free now he’s stopped using so much gel, and kisses him again. “I’d give you anything.”

“I love you,” Aaron tells him, tugging on his hand.

Robert drops his paperwork on the floor and climbs off of the sofa, only too eager to follow Aaron up the stairs. “I love you too.”

Aaron’s grin is blinding, and he grips Robert’s hand, leads him out to the stairs. Robert slips his hands into Aaron’s beltloops, making it harder for them to walk up, but Aaron’s laugh echoes down the staircase.

As Robert kicks their bedroom door shut, Aaron tugs him for a heated, bruising kiss. His eyes are bright, wide, and his smile is all hunger and want. “Happy belated birthday to me.”

love you, babe! keep being you <3

anonymous asked:

hi, do u have any stories where either tae or guk are a single parent??

I hope it’s okay that a few of these are mpreg^^

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks - Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?” Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand. Or, Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

Be Your Forever, Be Your Fling by seikou - “As long as you want me, I’ll stay. I’ll be in love with you; for eternity, forever. I don’t think that will ever change,” Jeongguk says, a smile to his voice.“You’re my first love. My only love.”

My Boyfriend’s Kids and I by Doeeyedmisfit - “Well, what do you do for a living?” “At this rate meeting my parents would have been easier for you.” Taehyung comments dryly.

just one day (on night of all days before) by goldensuns - “Daddy, when are you marrying Taehyung oppa?“

higher ground by larkis - He has a six-year-old kid with mood swings of a yo-yo, two dead-end jobs (one that he loathes more than the other because some people can’t keep their busy hands to themselves.), and pushy managers. He depends on no one else but himself because the last time he trusted someone, back when he was young and foolish, they had bad intentions and he walked out with his feverish son in his arms and a backpack carrying all they owned. This life he has now without the monster isn’t ideal, but it’s better.

Children’s Motrin by taetertot - When Jeongguk’s parents die on his 18th birthday, he decides to take guardianship of his 3 year old brother, Jimin. One year later, he’s slumped on a dirty grocery store tile floor with a 4 year old with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. 13 dollars in his pocket will pay for his cheap bread and eggs, but it won’t pay for cheap bread and eggs and $9.89 Motrin for his little brother’s fever. And he’s not going to let the boy who approached them with lavender hair and golden skin pay for it, no matter how sweet he is.

(jimin is actually guk’s younger brother but guk basically becomes his dad)

love, taehyung by ataezingkookie - take a deep breathe
and start at the beginning

tell them how we first met
tell them how we shared our dreams
even your weirdest ones

no, keep that as our secret

tell them that this is
that this has to be
one of the happiest days
of your life.

OR the one where Taehyung and Jeongguk just keep missing each other

I knew I loved you then (but you’d never know) by nutaella - ‘You asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks I’m married with a baby’ AU

Of Angels, Dicks, and Chance Encounters by NeraB - Jeon Jungkook is one of Seoul’s leading corporate attorneys, and when he isn’t making his clients billions, he’s taking care of his son. All seems to be going well, until he gets called to the principle’s office. Don’t get him wrong, he’s seen his fair share of principle’s offices growing up, but Jinyoung was different. Kim Taehyung was one of Seoul’s most creative architects, on the fast track to becoming the top designer at his firm, until a sudden accident killed his brother and sister-in-law, leaving their four year old son in his care. Two years later, they’re making things work. It’s taken some time, but Taehyung is finally in the swing of things. Well, until he gets a call that Minjun has been caught fighting at school. Taehyung is ready for a lot of things, but he’s definitely not ready to meet Jeon Jungkook…

Free Fall by trashsae - Jeongguk wants to fall for Taehyung, Taehyung doesn’t think he’s worth the risk.

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DIORAMA “ Bring me flowers “

@teaberrybee for you my dearest friend and fairy,thanks for all your support and love <3


GOD BLESS WHOEVER MADE THIS VIDEO. It’s so amazing. Watching his journey, which has not been smooth by any means…it’s plain inspirational.

ETA: Made by 明日晴Sissi, translated by @yuzusorbet, subbed by Stella Chen. Thank you.


Happy 23rd Birthday to Monsta X’s main vocal Yoo Kihyun


best of hong jisoo ♡
happy birthday dearest josh!
thank you for bringing the memes to seventeen and for always making us laugh. one of my favourite things about you is how you’re such a gentle presence in the team, and I think a lot of us appreciate that about you. thank you for being a part of seventeen, and for always working hard for us, your carats. we love you, our favourite meme ♡

Les Misérables (1862) but if Lemony Snicket was the author

to Enjolras–darling, dearest, dead.

Chapter One

If you’re seeking a story whose tragic beginning is followed by a less-tragic middle and an inevitably uplifting denouement, this book should be avoided at all costs. The approximately six hundred and fifty-five thousand words that are about to follow contain the tales of several bright and brave young people who each meet an unfortunate end and several less-bright, less-young people, including myself, who unfortunately survive to recount the events. “Unfortunate” is a word which here means “luckless” and “miserable”, the latter definition having been used for the title of this novel, designed to dissuade you, the misguided reader, from continuing past the cover page.

There are other techniques I have employed in this book that are designed to stop you from yourself becoming miserable by reading this story in its entirety. Firstly, the physical novel, which as you may notice shares the same dimensions and weight as a standard housing brick, for the utmost inconvenience. Secondly, I have included several hundred pages of information which are both uninteresting and have little bearing on the grander story in the meager hope that you will come to your senses and place this novel back on your shelf or better, in a lit fireplace, where I solemnly believe it belongs. 

For example, the use of candlesticks. The word “candlestick” is derived from the purpose of the item itself, that is an object, most often metal, commonly silver, in which one can stick a candle. Many dictionaries define “candlestick” as  “an often ornamental holder for securing a candle or candles”. “Candleholder” is another, less commonly used word for “candlestick”. Candlesticks come in a variety of forms and sizes, and can contain a variety of numbers of candles often demarcated by their names-a “trikirion” contains three candles and a “menorah” contains seven. If you have had the fortitude-a word which here means “strength of mind”-to make it this far through this dull paragraph, it may be of some note to say that the candlesticks with which we concern ourselves in this story are single candlesticks, that may each contain one candle. 

Thirdly, not only have I named the main character in a redundant manner-Jean Valjean-I have decided to tell you here that Jean Valjean perishes on the final page of this novel. That is my story’s conclusion.

With all this information in mind, and having the ending already known, I now give you my final warning and pleading suggestion to forget about this book. Put it down. Hide it away. Bury it in a cemetery late at night with the assistance of a man named Fauchelevant. Forget it ever existed. For now the story must begin.

It begins in a town called Digne, on a grey and dreary night under the roof of a very kind but elderly and poor man, the bishop of the town, whose name was Myriel.


Dearest You

This touching fan-video made me cry…..   I have translated it to share.  (Song by Taiwanese singer Fan Fan/Fan Wei-chi)

-Thank you very much to 明日晴Sissi for permission to do her video in English
-Thank you very much to Stella for subbing my translation.

anonymous asked:

dearest seymour why would you blow up the unesco world heritage site of aït benhaddou. what would possess you to be so cruel.

I Am A Dense And Bullet Shaped Animal

I Am A Dense And Bullet Shaped Animal

ᚠᚨᚾᛁ ᛈᛁ ᛒᛟᛁ
ᚺᛁᚢᛃ ᚠᚨᚾᛁ ᛈᛁ ᚱᛇᛏᚢᚨᛚ ᛗᚨᛊᛏ ᛊᛁ


Prompto_overload (comic 4)

TRASH panda. 

This was done during Grouch ( @chocobaes )’s streaming today. It was an amazing stream. Thank youuuuu >W< <3

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Here’s a gift I made for my dearest @firebandit-shitposts. Thank you for being an amazing partner and helping me become a better person. Now take the xmas bois we love so much.