every year for the past 5 years

ajol_llama: “We don’t have time for you” Every year, I would stay at home for weeks because nothing was “coming in.” Instead of waiting, for the past 5 years I’ve been writing my own songs, making my own albums, producing, directing, and/or editing my videos, making concepts and styling, writing proposals and presenting marketing plans, and even looking for my own jobs, all so that I could do what I love for my fans. Even after 5 years, I’m given the same answer. They still tell me I’m not good enough. What more do I have to do?

This hurts me very much and makes me really upset. YOU ARE good enough. Please, never let anyone bring you down. You deserve all the love and happiness in this world. 

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Film Photographer Spotlight: Eugene Levy

Name:  Eugene Levy
Age: 27 years old
Shooting For: 5 years
Camera: Fujica GS645 / Kiev 88cm
Favorite film:  Kodak Ektar 100, Kodak Portra 160, Kodak Portra 400.

Eugene on why he shoots film:

“The choice to begin shooting film came shortly after I picked up my first camera, which was digital. I quickly jumped to film photography after being mesmerized by how the film pictures make me feel and by the process of film itself. I didn’t think much when I decide to sell all my digital gear and go back in the past by using a film camera. Since, I enjoy every second of it and can’t imagine myself picking up a digital camera. Don’t waste film, because somewhere a unicorn dies for your mistake”

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You chose her. You married her. You have a kid with her. So why is it when you’re lying in bed awake at 3:00 am I’m the one you call. Why is it that when you’ve had a rough day my number is the first you dial just waiting for me to say “Hi Prince.” You left me for her so why is it that you still have my pictures saved and even after 5 years of being apart you’ve still managed to hold on to them. You’re with her so why is it that every year on my birthday at 12:00 am you’re the first to say “Happy Birthday.” You’re married to her so why is it that when we both walk past you, your eyes linger on me. Why did you choose her if you love me?
— 

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #350

01/31/2017

8:10 pm

anonymous asked:

Actually it's about every 6 years. Just a simple google search!

You sure, non? The Sims 2 was revealed in 2003, and was released in 2004. The Sims 3 was revealed 4 years later in 2008, then released in 2009. The Sims 4 was revealed 4 years after that in 2013, and then released in 2014. A new Sims game is released every 5 years, but announced every 4. I realize I might be being a bit too optimistic with my prediction for Sims 5′s announcement, but given the pattern they’ve followed for the past decade or so, I’d say its not an unreasonable prediction.

f(x) have worked so hard for the past 10 years, when they were trainees and after they debuted and sm has given them absolutely nothing in return .. they constantly set them up to fail every time with shitty promotions and just not caring about them at all i mean waiting 7 years to give them a fan name and concert is a joke !!! looking at how many concerts and albums other sm artists get is ridiculous .. there’s a new taeyeon album every 5 seconds and a new nct subunit where all the younger ones are overworked it’s ridiculous!!!! mark hasn’t had a break since he debuted ???? waiting 2 years between each comeback and barely promoting luna during her solo isn’t fair 😔 these girls deserve so much more and it makes me so sad how things have come to this. f(x) love their fans so much and want to do everything they can for them but sm just doesn’t care!!! i really don’t understand this but whatever happens i just want them to be happy .. it just makes me so upset they really don’t deserve this

Joshifer - Press Tour 2015 (1/?)

I am dreading the fact that the last press tour for the THG Franchise has come to an end. Joshifer (okay, and Liam) interviews apart from the movie, are something I look forward to every year for the past couple of years and I’m still having a hard time accepting the fact that it is now over.

I’ve decided to compile my favourite Joshifer moments from the press tour (and pre-press tour) this year because… why not.

((This is going to be long af so I’m trimming it down into parts))

1. “WE.” [gif]

2. “We have trouble making eye contact.” [gif | video]

3. Her face when he said they would make no movies in the future. [gifs]

4. She loves having scenes on their own. [gifs]

5. Times when they know what each other is thinking. [gif 1 | gif 2]

6. How they looked at each other during the whole interview…. [gifs]

7. Or maybe just how Josh looked at Jen. [gif]

8. This.

9. When he’d gladly wreck the glass to get the backpack Jen wanted. [gifs]

10. When they acted like actual kids. [gifs]

11. He asks for what she wants. [gifs]

12. When she makes him laugh. [gifs]

13. The way they watch their scenes together. [gifs]

Bates Motel was the first series i ever watched from the start of its airing and will complete its run, and honestly it has been one of the best viewing experiences ive ever had. I barely started tumblr in the middle of 2016 and season 5 is the only season that I’ve followed outside of just watching the series over the years. I know that this fandom isnt the biggest, but it isnt the smallest either. I’m not a Bates Motel blog, but being able to be a part of something, and know that others are too, really is great. I’ve always looked forward to March every year these past few years for Bates Motel to air, and relish the two and a half months i get to look forward to those 10pm monday nights for my favorite show. It’ll truly be sad to look back fondly at the series and know i won’t get to experience more, but I’m greatful to have been a part of such a great show with amazing loyal fans! To those of us who’ve been here since the beginning, and those who waited till the season was put on Netflix early the next year, it’s been a joy! #batesmotelfamily

maryhardy51488  asked:

I think Josh And Anna will have 13 kids.

😄 😄

That´s a very specific number. Well, let´s see.
Anna will be 29 in June. Providing she has Baby Number 5 somewhere around June/July and she is fertile until, let´s say, 43 (her mother had a late pregnancy).
This leaves us with 14 more fertile years. In the past she had a kid every 2 years, so she could end up with 12 kids.
BUT she had a miscarriage between Mackynzie and Michael if I remember right (please correct me if I am wrong here!!) so if she gets pregnant every 1,5 year from now she could have up to 14 kids.
So 13 will only work if everything goes pretty smoothly from here on now. Josh, looking at you! (Annie) 

8 March

Yesterday I felt so empowered. I felt like womankind was fighting in unison and it felt good.

Somewhere, I hoped Sherlock would get it’s redemption and that we all would feel better. But nothing happened. That is why I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep waiting and getting my hopes up. I can no longer wait for Mofftiss to do something.

I’ve spent every 2 years for the past 5 years waiting for Moftiss to give us something. In the end they always did, but this time they went too far. They fucked it all up.

As a person, I’m always willing to give people second chances and see the good in every one. But I can no longer go on waiting and hoping, because it just tears me down.

So today, I’m not going to let two men dictate my happiness again. I’m happy for everything they did before series four, but I simply can’t see the point why they would make series four the way they did.

From now on, series 1-3, tab and tld is all I’ll accept. I’ll also think of this ⬇️ as real, but that’s it. Sherlock is still a brilliant TV series, but I’ll never forgive Mofftiss for series four.

I’m moving on, into other books and TV series, because I’m so done with Sherlock for now.

Thank you for everything.

Goodbye Sherlock.

Originally posted by the-cutest-shoes

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Planned Parenthood Turns 99 Today!!

Ninety-nine years ago — when a majority American women and families were struggling to access basic health care — the country’s first birth control clinic opened in Brooklyn. Back then, even distributing information about contraception was illegal — but it was sorely needed. And 99 years later, that clinic has grown into the Planned Parenthood of today: A family of health centers serving 2.7 million people every year, a network of educators reaching 1.5 million people a year, and a grassroots political movement that has stood up to attacks on reproductive health — and continues to stand strong.

Throughout that time, Planned Parenthood has been part of and witness to so many historic milestones in the fight for reproductive rights.

Here are just 10 memorable moments from those 99 years.

As we look back on our past, we’re even more excited about what’s happening right now and our vision for the future. We invite you to be a part of that future RIGHT NOW. Join our movement.

Take action to stand with Planned Parenthood.

ELI5: How come it takes years to make a 2 hour movie, but shows like Game of Thrones can release up to ten hours of movie-grade entertainment every year?

First, it doesn’t take years per se to make a movie. But there can be some delays - perhaps principal shooting only takes 2 months, but you have to wait 3 months for your lead actor to be available.

Shows like GoT get benefits over movies since the sets are all pre-built (past the 1st season) - actors have contracts stating they need to be available during a predictable time schedule if the show is renewed for the next season. GoT in particular also gets to benefit from the fact there are several plot lines that are independant - the Wall stuff, the Khalesi plot, the Westeros stuff, can all film in parallel. Not possible with a movie, where your lead actors can’t be in two places at once.

  • multiple production teams for pre, post and shooting.
  • multiple scriptwriters working on multiple episodes at once, television schedules being more demanding, less flexible to delays.
  • a lot of the upfront preproduction and ‘selling’ of the show (aka the development hell) is out of the way before the pilot gets shot. Long running series don’t have to sell the production each season - just point to a rabid fanbase clamouring for more. Each movie has to churn through what could be years of this stuff. Production stuff.
  • a movie could be 10 hours long, but noone would sit through it. But people will sit through 10 1 hr episodes no problem. So writing, timing and storytelling can be radically different.

Explain Like I`m Five: good questions, best answers.

We were best friends for around 5 years, but for the past year or so its been toxic. In the past i had helped him through his depression, but recently I’d become depressed myself so i turned to him for help and he turned on me. Did not talk to me for months even though we saw each other every day, and when he would talk to me, he would always be angry at me. It kills me to have to let someone who means so much to me go but I’m trying to learn to do good things for myself, even if they hurt.

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Another year has flown past… and it’s time to try and choose 5 favorite images from 2016 for Gray-Cards annual year end extravaganza..
(every year it seems to get harder..) Images I have chosen are above, and links to the original posts are below -

A big Thank You to everyone for following along with my little tumblr, From the chats and messages in the background to the flying hearts and re-posts it’s wonderful to have friends like all of you on tumblr!

Runnin’ up that hill  - Lillooet, BC
Adventure waits - Mono Clifs, ON
Autumn trails - Backus Woods, ON
Into the Mountains - Carpenter Lake, BC
Riders on the storm - Long Beach, Tofino, BC

2016 was also the year I started side-blogs for my B&W and “Artsy” photos, links to all my tumblrs ~ Coast to Coast ~ Shades of Black & White ~ Abstractions ~

mamamaya: That moment when Taylor Swift enters your life and continuously shows you who she is, despite all of the fame and chaos that surround her. The Taylor Swift that I know took a chance on me, a reckless, grieving mom whom she had never met. At the lowest point in my life she showed me that she believed in me, in my son and the love story between the two of us so much so, that it changed her life. She didn’t stop there. For the past 5 years, she has continued to do the most incredible things for our family and the world of childhood cancer. Some of these things I talk publicly about. Some of them I do not. For the past 5 years I have sat back and watched as the world has tried to rip her apart. Everytime I hear something negative about her I go straight into mama defense mode. I know there are always two sides to every story, but no matter what I will always take Taylor’s side. NO MATTER WHAT.
Did Taylor fuck up? Maybe. Don’t we all? Are Kanye and Kim the ultimate assholes? Probably, but I cannot say for sure because I do not personally know them. What Kim did tonight, especially in light of the recent tragedies going on in the world seems pretty petty and narcissistic to me. When you are as famous as someone like Kim Kardashian, why in the world would you waste your time and energy trying to destroy another human being? Especially a human being who has a heart bigger than herself and a soul that is constantly trying to make this fucked up world a better place.
I may not know Kanye or Kim, but I do know Taylor. I know that she is one of the good ones out there. I know that what this world needs is more Taylor Swift’s and less fucking Kim Kardashian’s. I know that a girl named Taylor Swift took a chance on me and because of that I am alive and here today when there have been so many days that I have not wanted to be. Taylor took a chance on me and because of that I will always take a chance on her. End of story, always and forever.

Male nurses have been earning thousands more than female nurses for decades.

Male nurses in the United States have earned thousands of dollars more than female nurses every year for nearly the past three decades, if not longer, and there’s no sign of the gap getting any smaller, a new study has found. The results show that male registered nurses, on average, are earning over $5,100 more each year than female registered nurses. The salary gap was present across all nursing specialties aside from orthopedics, ranging from a low of $3,792 for chronic care to a high of $6,034 for cardiology.

One Thousand Years

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

Music: 董贞 - 相思引

Chapter o7. Vows

Death must be the number one fear for human beings, for death was made synonym to “end” and when something ends, there is no more and every thought becomes past tense, every memory now became “the last”.  But you swore, even in death, your love for Park Chanyeol would never end.  For he was your everything.

Fireflies glowed like magical little lights guiding you through the darkness back to your home.  A home where the bunny can forever be with the wolf.  Where your love was no longer forbidden – you’d build this world outside the universe where the two of you were defined by your love and not identified by your species.  For even if this world deemed the two of you mortal enemies, in truth you’d die ten times to save your lover’s life – and you knew Chanyeol would do the same for you.

You felt your body being lifted up into the air.  Your cheeks were gently pinched together.  Sticky liquid entered your esophagus.  You whimpered at the heavy metal taste as you bent over and began to gag.  A beautiful voice soothingly hushed you as the owner patted your back.  Due to your weightless structure, you effortlessly sunk back.

Clunk.

Chunk.

Clunk.

Chunk.

A low whistle, followed by a poof of smoke.  The right side of your body scorched under the close proximately of the fire, while your left side was still the temperature of ice.  As you groaned, you were once again lifted up, this time you landed onto a broad yet soft structure.  It was so warm – you felt so safe.  Mumbling incoherent phrases, you snuggled closer.  His arms tightened around you as you once again drifted back into darkness.

Clunk.

Chunk.

Clunk.

Chunk.

“She needs to be evicted as the bunny goddess!  Do you not smell the stench of a wolf on her?  She’s selling secret information about our clan to our mortal enemies!” you recalled an elder holler one day as you walked passed the conference room on your way to pound some rice cakes.      

A tear fell down your closed eyes.

Again, your cheeks were pinched together.  The same metallic and salty taste lingered on your tongue.  The acid from your empty stomach rushed up to reunite with the newer substance.  Both were sent ejected onto the floor.  Your body jerked backwards and your eyes rolled to the back of your brain.

Where do babies come from?

The sudden thought popped in your mind.  You recalled flipping through the romance saga that detailed that when humans fell in love they would get married and have babies.  You wanted to have one with Chanyeol too…but maybe in your next life…

Savior…will you choose Dal-nim even in your next life?  Because Dal-nim will choose you no matter if it’s next life, next three lives, or next thousand lives…

This time you were already coughing as soon as your lips opened to invite the savory taste of liquid metal but instead of throwing up, your body began to accept the source of energy.

Heaven…shouldn’t feel this painful, should it?

A freezing breeze of air drifted across your bare body.  There was a hiss and then the sound of fabric ripping.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

You groaned in pain when you felt dabbing motions on the center of your wounded chest and stomach.  The arrow must have pierced deeply through your flesh.  Helplessly, you screamed in anguish, lashing your arms around like a prey moments before falling victim to its predator.  Strong arms held you down as the owner’s husky voice tearfully willed you to hold on and bear through it.

“C-Chanyeol…” you heard your voice desperately called for your lover.

“Shh…I’m right here!” he answered.

Though you could not see anything in the dark, you burst into tears from the sound of his voice.

“Shh…Love….I have to wash your wound so please calm down,” Chanyeol pleaded, bending over to kiss the center of your forehead.

“A-Am…I dead?” you asked dumbfoundedly.

“N-no!  No, I would never let that happen,” he tabooed the thought.

I’m not dead?

Perplexed, you lay on your bed of hay, silently staring up into the night sky, as your lover washed your injury.  As soon as the fabric met with your tattered skin, your insides curled up and you slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your strangulated cry.  Chanyeol hissed in your place.  Tears kept seeping out of your eyes against your will.  Lightheaded from the blood lost, even the darkness made you dizzy.  Fabric after fabric was discarded into a bowl of red water.  The young man twisted out the blood and used the towel to continue cleaning up your injury to prevent from further infections.

When he was done, a thick band was wrapped multiple times around your waist, then tied tightly.  Exhausted by the suppression of your cries, you dropped sloppily back onto your back.  With the stroke of your temple, you lover walked away into the shadows.  You weakly called out for him.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry,” he promised.

As your eyelids swung, a streak of light flashed and then a stifled hiss.  Not long after, you were sturdily held up, by Chanyeol, into a seated position.  The familiar taste of metal entered your lips.  Blinking a few times, you attempted to look into the bowl to see what it was but the darkness prohibited you from doing so.  In addition, you trusted Chanyeol with your life so you obediently sipped it down.  With the end of his sleeve, he punctiliously dabbed the sweat on your forehead.

“Dal-nim thought she’d never be about to see Savior ever again…” you whispered.

In an instant, you were smuggled into his embrace.

“Let’s never separate ever again,” he tearfully suggested.  With crystals forming under your eyes, you nodded into his chest.  “This will be our home from now on,” he concluded.

Smiling, you looked up from his chest to observe the forest around you.  It was a little brighter now, the sun having slowly peeped out from the east.  Instead of the withering woods you expected, the area was now significantly cleaned up.  Sprouts of vegetation began to emerge from the much healthier soil.  Even the bare, fruitless trees grew baby leaves.  You turned to Chanyeol, who had a satisfied, contented grin on to your reaction.

“I still have some cleaning to do but it looks a lot better than before, doesn’t it?” he laughed.

Our home…

We finally have a home…

You pressed your lips against his.

“This is my present to my wife, Park Dal-nim,” he announced with his shaky voice.

You blinked, staying still for a brief moment to collect your thoughts and make sure that you hadn’t hallucinated the words.  He took your hands into his and with his toothy grin asked, “Dal-nim, will your marry Park Chanyeol and let him take care of you for the rest of your life?”

Crystal eyes stared into mystical orbs as you sobbingly nodded your head.  It was just like the romance saga…Lips touched lips as a vow of love.  As you separated, your arms automatically wrapped around your lover’s.

Rocking you back and forth in his arms, you fell asleep to the vision of fireflies floating around the two of you as if congratulating you on the new union that would both be the unification and the demise of the animal kingdom.

For the next five days, Chanyeol continued to nurse you back to health.  Before every meal, he’d carefully bathe your injury.  At night, he’d step into the shadows and then return with a bowl of red soup.  Though you were curious as to what it was, you didn’t question him because you knew he wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you.

Soon, you were healthy enough to sit up and walk a few steps with the help of your lover.  The blue and whiteness of your sick skin was now more coral-like.  Giggling, you let go of Chanyeol’s hand to chase after a butterfly that had entered into the livened forest.  The winged fairy danced around in curves and swirls as if playing tag with you.  As it perched onto a flower, you picked it up with your finger.  Smiling widely, you turned to your lover to show him.

Thud.

You sucked in air.  Your lover’s body collapsed against the floor.  Swatting the butterfly away, you quickly sprinted over.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Completely bewildered and anxious, your knees buckled and you toppled over right next to Chanyeol’s weak body.

“Savior!” you cried, scooping him up onto your lap, “W-what’s going on?”

With the familiar goofy smile, he weakly shook his head and tried his best to sit himself straight but you held him close, fearing that you’d lose him if he overexerted his energy.  No.  No.  Not now.  Everything’s so perfect.  We can finally be together.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he whispered as you caressed his head against your chest.

Finally, you noticed how pale he had gotten.  His lips were dry and chapped.  Even his honey eyes didn’t twinkle as brightly.  Hyperventilating in panic, you scanned the area.

“I’Il – I’ll get you water!” you offered, forcing yourself onto your feet but he pulled you back down.

“I’m really okay, Dal-nim,” he assured.

“Y-you’re so cold,” you sobbed.

Still shaking his head, he answered, “I’ll be fine in a few hours…”

“H-how do you know that?” you asked, holding his hand that was on your tear-stained cheek.

That’s when your eyes caught the dangling strip of bloody fabric hidden in his robe.  Without a word, you pulled his arm closer to you.  Immediately, Chanyeol hid his tattered arm behind his back but in one quick move, you rolled up his sleeve.  Your heart dropped.  A deep horizontal cut ran down his limb.

“Wh-what…why…how did you get hurt?” you questioned.

“I just fell down,” he lied.

“No…no you didn’t…”

The glimpses of those nightly soups flashed in your mind and you immediately paled.  The oxygen in your throat washed away into thin air.  He…he gave me his own blood to drink…Overwhelmed with the discovery, your small hands clasped over your mouth.  You felt so disgusted, not by his way of medical aid, but by yourself for always forcing Chanyeol to save you with the cost of his own health.

“Shh…I’m fine.  I promise you, Chanyeol will not abandon his Dal-nim,” he promised, bringing you closer to him.

“B-but…but how could you cut yourself like that…every night too…” you heartbrokenly inquired, caressing the bandaged arm against your chest.    

“You lost too much blood, I had no choice,” he explained and then added, “Even if I have to cut off my arm, I will if Dal-nim is safe”.

You turned away.

“I don’t deserve…it…” you wept as he brought your face inches from his.

Closing your eyes, you unreservingly licked his dry lips until they were soft and moist again.  Separating from the kiss to breathe, you gazed into his fiery eyes with your dilated ones.

“Savior…Dal-nim has something to give you,” you spoke.

Ignoring his troubled expression, you stood up and tugged him to follow you back to sit on the bed of hay.  From your woven backpack, you retrieve the object you’ve been meaning to give Chanyeol months ago.  Again, the wolf spirit turned around in hopes that you’d change your mind but you persistently pleaded for him to acknowledge you.  When he doesn’t, you exaggerated a few sniffles to catch his attention.  At once, he turned around.  You placed the box into his palms.

“Dal-nim, Chanyeol can’t have this,” he pushed it back to you.

“But it’s Dal-nim present to her dear husband,” you suggested, both shy and nervous.

At your words, his resolve weakened.  With a smile, you opened the orientally decorated box to reveal two spheres that glowed brighter than the stars in the night sky.  Picking one up, you held it up to Chanyeol.

“Isn’t it pretty?” you observed.

“Dal-nim-ah…” your lover called, still wary of your decision to present your clan’s most treasured item to him.

“We can both become real humans once we take them…” you informed though you knew he already knew.  

“Dal-nim…”

“I know…I know Savior doesn’t want me to become the betrayer…but to be together with you, Dal-nim doesn’t mind if she forever gets banished to Hell…” you spoke, with tears slipping down your eyes.

Swallowing back his own tears, Chanyeol threw his arms around you.  The magical pill fell from your hands onto the forest floor.

To never separate again…to have our own home…that is all Dal-nim will ever ask for.

“Dal-nim…I love you…” your husband confessed, smacking his lips against yours.

Sucking back air, you fearlessly kissed him back with all the love that you unwillingly suppressed due to your early fears.  In a matter of moments, your face was wet with both your tears.  Butterflies encircled the two of you, sprinkling pink flower petals down onto the hay.  The wind whistled to the tune, similar to your love song.  Your hand found its way to cup Chanyeol’s face as he gently lowered you onto the bed.  Leaning in, he nibbled your lips.  Your robe was tugged to reveal your bare shoulders and collarbone.  With his lips, Chanyeol trailed down your milky white skin.  You closed your eyes.  At your stomach, he bit your waistband.  Your dress effortlessly fell from your body.  Wet kisses trailed along your skin.  Pausing for a brief moment, Chanyeol lovingly gaze into your large orbs to give you a chance to reject him.  You nodded.  At your permission, he lowered himself.

You gasped and held your breath.

Blood dripped as he penetrated inside of you.  Once again, he paused but despite your tears and shaken form, you wrapped your arms around him to pull him back down.  His kisses were magical spells, ones more powerful than any deity’s.  His skin was hotter than any fire.  His love was stronger than any force in this universe.  As the two of you consummated, his sharp claw-like nails accidentally gripped your shoulder too tightly, drawing blood.  You winced.  Immediately, he stopped and removed himself from you.

“N-No…stay…” you begged, tugging his arm so that he’d return.

Hesitantly, Chanyeol lay back on top of you again.  This time you hugged your arms around him to prevent him from leaving.  When he was reluctant to begin again, you closed your eyes, strained your neck, and pressed your lips against his.  His muscles loosened and he began the lovemaking again.

Romance saga…part three.  Lovemaking…the physical union of two lovers.  To be honest, you weren’t sure what you were doing but it felt enchanting and your lover seemed knowledgeable so you just innocently followed him.

You giggled when he nibbled you behind your ear.  Your laughter worked like magic to Chanyeol’s ear.  For the first time, the toothy smile appeared across his face.  Like a chain effect, you surprised him by doing the same to his elf like ears.  His eyes rolled back.

“Do you like that a lot?” you shyly whispered.

A blush tainted his cheeks so you licked his ear again.

“Dal-nim-ah…” he groaned.  You flushed red at the way your name rolled out of his lips.

“I really like Savior’s ears,” you complimented, rubbing them.

“R-really?” he questioned, stunned by your confession, “I…I always felt embarrassed by them growing up”.

“Wh-what?  They’re so pretty though,” you pouted.

A genuine grin spread across his handsome face at your statement.

“As long as Dal-nim likes it then Chanyeol will like them too,” he spoke before bending down again to kiss you.

The covers were thrown over the two of you as your husband continued to make love with you until the day turned to night.  Laying snuggly on his bare chest, you observed the fireflies that made a late night visit to your home.  Sensing your liking to them, Chanyeol reached out and cupped his hands together.  You inhaled in amazement when he released them inches from your face.

“They’re so pretty…” you murmured.

“Not as pretty as my Dal-nim…” he countered.

Giggling, you kissed his chest as he stroked your bareback.

“I love you,” you admitted, “Dal-nim wished time could stop so that she can be with Chanyeol forever…even in death, let’s never separate”.

With his chin on top of your head, your husband nodded and slipped his fingers through yours, “Even in death”.  

a/n: TwT nuuuuu one more fluffy chapter heheeheee 

Channie is so head over heels in love @_@

But yay they are meh-weed.  <3

OHHH I FORGOT TO MENTION.  I GOT AN ANON MESSAGE THAT correctly predicted an event occurring in later chapters so I can’t reply to it yet…but ~hands you a golden star~ 

2017 has been a ridiculous year so far for me. One thing I refuse to give up on is myself. In years past I would have never had the guts to post this picture. Today I posted it on my Instagram for 2,000+ people to see.

I can point out every horrible aspect of my body. But what good will that do? Do I have cellulite? Yup. Are there stretch marks? You betcha. Am I pale af? Hell to the yeah. But I love it all.

I’ve worked hard to love this butt. To love these hips. To love these legs that make me 5'10.

At the end of the day only you have to live with yourself and your opinion of yourself. How will you paint your view? I choose love.