✨I love being mama ✨
Cradling my heavenly angel Pueo in the carrier my coworker/friend at Kauai Farmacy’s mom gifted us from Guatemala :)
After we took this photo he napped under my breast while I painted ✨👶✨
I have not put a shirt on since I birthed him :) 10 days young!!!!
back in season 3 Eskild sent this photo to the kollektivet group chat and what did Isak say “Don’t post it anywhere we’re not official or anything”
and as a live watcher i remember thinking “THEN WHEN ARE YOU OFFICIAL?” and ever since that chat and this photo I had been thinking…when is he going to post it. When is he going to become ‘official’
I half expected him to post it right before his season ended, almost as a “here i am and i am proud” photo but it didn’t happen.
of course we still got a boyfriend selfie, but it didn’t hold the kind of significance this one does.
This one was taken when Isak was still not ready to be himself yet
this photo represents him telling eskild to still hide it. It represents Isak hiding and not being proud.
the moment he shares it with the world is the moment he accepts himself and finally is P R O U D of who he is and who he loves
so now finally here we are. Isak has posted one of the photos taken along with the one above. People are asking “why an old photo? why not one of the many new ones i’m sure they have?….why not just take a new one?”
he is finally proud of who he is and it is official.
He has to wait until Dean and Sam are sleeping, and he spends that first night just figuring out how Dean’s old boom box works.
And of course, all the music he has to choose from in the bunker already belongs to Dean, which he didn’t think about beforehand, so he has to spend another several nights making a list of all the music Dean already owns, then researching to find music to add to Dean’s collection.
And then it takes another few nights to settle on exactly the right songs, every single one chosen for a reason, a reason he hopes Dean will understand.
Buying the music and actually recording each song onto a blank tape is the easiest part of his endeavor, though it’s just as time consuming as the rest. It’s another week of stolen nights, hiding in a corner of the bunker he hopes they never use, pushing buttons over and over until he has a tape full of songs he hopes Dean will love.
“Here” he finally says, thrusting the tape at Dean the first second they’re alone.
He’s a little nervous, but he can’t stop the proud smile on his face. Surely Dean will love this as much as Cas loves the tape Dean made for him.
“What is this?” Dean’s staring down at the tape like he’s confused, even though it’s clearly labeled, and Cas’ nerves kick into high gear. Did he do something wrong?
“It’s-it’s a mixtape. Like the one you made me. I picked all the songs myself.”
Dean looks up to meet Cas’ eyes. “Did you use my tapes?”
Cas shakes his head. “No, I bought new music you didn’t already own.”
It takes a moment, and Cas isn’t sure what Dean’s facial expression means, but then he’s being pulled into Dean’s arms. He lands against Dean’s chest with a thud, has to pull his own arms out of Dean’s tight hold to hug him back.
“Thanks, Cas,” Dean murmurs, so close to Cas’ ear that his breath tickles.
“You’re welcome, Dean.”
Dean leads Cas to his bedroom, where they can listen to the songs Cas has chosen.
Where they can listen and laugh and be alone together.
Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this with Peter Parker! I’m sorry if it took some time writing this, my brain got jammed for a while. Hope you like it!
PS: Also thank you to my bae @stvrktony who helped me write this. x
You were relaxing in your bed in your spacious room in Stark Tower, Dad really overdid himself in making your room comfortable, reading a rather good book and just enjoying your evening. Sipping into the hot chocolate that Nat made earlier (she makes the best hot chocolates, mind you), you sigh in contentment. You had a great and peaceful day, as peaceful as a Stark can get though, but still, it was rare to have days like this.
“Ms. Stark, your father says dinner is ready,” FRIDAY’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you willed yourself to get out of bed.
“Right, thanks, FRIDAY.”
“Anytime, Miss.” And with that you got down to the dining room where everyone is gathered round. You sat on your usual seat which is between Dad and Wanda and received a couple of ‘hey’s and smiles, which you returned gratefully.
“Anything exciting today?” Your dad asked you as he hands you your plate.
“Besides Nat’s hot chocolate? Nah, don’t think so,” you shrugged.
description: Engraved in your skin, the time and date that you will meet the person that fate believes is perfect for you. Seven years since the marks rose from the depths of your souls, the two of you have been waiting and now the moment is finally here. But the date of your meeting just also happens to be on Christmas and unfortunately Jungkook has absolutely no idea what to get for someone who somehow already means so much to him, yet he still knows so little about.
Jungkook’s dreams are filled with starry skies. The black
expanse painted with twinkling lights and a crescent moon finish. Lying on his
back, the blades of grass falling between the spaces of his fingers. Everything
feels so calm, a light breeze mixing with the coldness of the air around him. This is perfect, he thinks to himself.
But then suddenly the gentle graze of something settles its way onto the palm
of his hand and he thinks to himself — no, this
The grip of his hand tightens around the soft and delicate
skin of your wrist. He runs his thumb along the top of your knuckles as he
tries to memorize the ridges of his self-conjured image of your being. It
induces goosebumps along his entire body. Just from your touch alone, and in a
dream no less, he is still so affected. A deep inhale enters his lungs before
he turns to look at you lying next to him in the grassy meadow of his dreams.
The edges of his vision are blurry and he can’t make out your face, but it
doesn’t matter to him because this is
perfect — you are perfect.
He wants to move closer. He wants to hold you in his arms,
and he is so close to making this a reality, even if it is in his dreams, but
“Goodnight, Joonie!” you called as the two of you went to opposite sides of the apartment.
A night out with your roommate was just the thing you needed after a long, stressful week. Namjoon was always down for a good time plus you liked going out with him because it warded off unwanted attention from potential creeps. Everyone always just assumed the two of you were together.
At first, you were nervous about your current living situation. When Hoseok told you his friend was looking for a new roommate, you immediately jumped at the opportunity to get out of your shitty apartment.
Summary: Written for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. Based on the song Good Times by All Time Low
Warnings: Language, Angst, Underage Drinking
A/N: Caro, I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write this. Congrats on your milestone! You’re awesome!
Sitting under the lights of the basketball court, you nursed
a bottle of beer that you had been sharing with three other people. Sam sat on
the orange ball, sweat dripping down his forehead. Steve’s cheeks were red from
running, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. And while Bucky was wearing
his basketball shorts, he had spent the entire evening with you.
“I gave Rogers a proper thrashing,” Sam announced proudly.
Steve rolled his eyes. “You wish.”
Normally you would have been laughing and cheering, but not
tonight. It was your last night with your three best friends and you were
feeling pretty nostalgic.