no words can describe my love for you

“Most of the time I’m running around in circles in my head struggling to find the words that will adequately describe a certain feeling. You know, like when you try to paint the picture for someone so they can recreate that emotion themselves. I’ve always had a hard time trying to put into words what it feels like when she meets my eyes. I guess it sounds kind of corny, but it feels like she actually sees into me. That she’s not just looking at me like you’d look at someone you’re trying to get by in the crowded aisle of the grocery store. I can see that she loves me when she looks at me, but that doesn’t describe the feeling. It’s a mixture of things. It feels like when you look up into the sky at night during a new moon and you can really see the stars,  even the tiniest ones. You remember how vast everything is and how small you are, but in a good way, and it reminds you how insignificant little troubles in life really are. It’s that feeling of being completely present. Even the colors hold certain feelings. I’d tell her how pretty they are and she’d just brush it off and say they were plain hazel. They aren’t plain to me though. What I haven’t told her is that they remind me of one of my favorite memories of walking through this forest of pines. The ground was covered thick in the dead needles. They were soft and reddish brown and I lay down in them to rest for a while. It was early morning and the sun was hitting the branches in a way that when the wind blew them the green needles would turn gold and it looked like honey was pouring off of them. There was a different kind of comfort there. I felt safe all while being in awe of how beautiful it was. Maybe that’s why when she looks at me I feel the exact same way.”

A Letter to Chester Bennington

I came into this world when Linkin Park didn’t yet exist. I experienced the first albums, the hype behind Nu Metal, my parents blasting Linkin Park in the car, singing along relating to every word. I went through some things you went through. I have felt what you’ve felt. Your death has filled me with a pain I can’t even describe. I can only imagine what it must feel like to be you. May your death be a reminder that mental illness is just as deadly as any other and that it should be taken seriously. You will be forever loved and missed from your family, your friends, and your fans. Rest in peace.

I recently saw a video of a young woman talking about all of the reasons our generation, the Millennials, sucks and that’s she’s sorry for what we’ve become. Here is my, a fellow Millennial, response:

You say we’re just ‘existing’ and not ‘contributing anything to society.’ The oldest Millennial is 34, the youngest is 12, we haven’t had time to contribute anything yet. We’re trying to survive in a world that no other generation has had to grow up in, with a tanked economy and most of our childhood hearing nothing but war in the Middle East on the news while also being profoundly connected. We didn’t do that.

You say we’re no longer polite, we don’t say ‘no, sir’ or ‘no ma’am’ anymore and we no longer hold the door open for our elders or women. We also don’t expect low-paid workers to break their backs for us, or at yell at them when they make a mistake, like my 60-year-old grandfather does. We say ‘no problem’ when there’s a mistake in order, and politely stand by while the 40-something-year-old soccer mom huffs and rolls her eyes as the new girl struggles to punch in the correct code.

You say our music objectifies women and glorifies drugs and criminals. There has been no significant change from the songs that were once sung or the singers who sang them. Many of the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s performers were drug addicts, womanizers, and criminals in their own right. Elvis Presley was child abuser, John Lennon raped his many girlfriends and most of the music I grew up listening, which was 80’s rock, were performed by habitual drug abusers. Let’s not pretend like human nature took a drastic turn when 1983 rolled around.

You say we cuss to prove a point. We, as a generation, have learned it’s not the words we fucking use, it’s the passion in them that we care about. As a generation, we’ve become more interested in politics and the world around us, cursing is minor problem when we consider the political climate the older generation has plunged us into.

You say we use ‘bae’ to describe the ones we love. Bae, originally, means ‘before anyone else’ which is incredibly romantic in my opinion. Bae is also hardly ever taken seriously, it’s a jokey way to talk about someone you love. Language changes, I doubt people were happy when we changed ‘wherefore’ into ‘why.’ The greatest injustice we can do to our language and culture is not allow it to evolve and grow with us.

You say we idolize people like Kim Kardashian and shame people like Tim Tebow. Kim Kardashian is a business woman who had a private video she made with a lover illegally revealed. Instead of fading into obscurity, she stood tall and did not let the sexual shaming she endured stop her and now runs a multi-million dollar industry, is married to one of the richest men in the world, and had two beautiful children. Tim Tebow is a Christian who was criticized by a few people for praying in an open stadium while most people just wanted to see a game.

You say we’re lazy and entitled, we want to make a lot of money and get a free education but we’re not willing to put in the work. We are not lazy. I cannot tell you how many people I meet who have gone to school full time while working a part or even full-time job just to make ends meet. We’re not entitled, we’re bitter. In the 70’s, you could work a part time job over the summer and pay your way through four years of school because tuition was $400, now just to walk in the door of your local community college you need to drop $14,000. We have kids who aren’t even old enough to drink, yet are already $20,000 deep in debt. Debt that won’t go away because even filing for bankruptcy won’t erase it. And even with that education, there’s no guarantee you’ll find something in your field. I have a friend who has a degree in microbiology and she’s making $9 an hour selling $15 candles. I have another friend who has a masters in Sport Psychology and Counseling. She’s a bartender. My parents bought a three bedroom house in the suburbs in the late 90’s while my generation is imagining apartments with breezy windows and trying to get enough money to get food while we scrounge up less than $8 a week.

You say we spend more time online making friends and less time building relationships and our relationship’s appearance on Facebook is more important than building the foundation that relationship is based on. We are a generation that is profoundly connected and no other generation has seen this before. We have more opportunities to meet people from all over the world and better chances to understand other worldviews and lifestyles. Being able to stay home and talk to people over the internet is cheaper and more relaxing than having to force yourself to interact with people in public settings after a long day of minimum wage labor. The people I talk to more over the internet are people I have been friends with for years. It’s easier to talk about the day’s events over Skype or Facebook Messenger than arrange a day to meet in person when you have conflicting schedules. I truly don’t believe most people care what others think of their friendship or how their relationships ‘look’ on social media. Most often what you are calling ‘our relationship’s appearance on Facebook’ are documented and searchable memories.

You say our idea of what we believe in is going on Facebook and posting a status on Facebook. Not everyone can join in with the crowds of protesters. It’s easy to see what others have to say through the comments and argue back without the threat of violence. And when this generation does organize events to stand up for ourselves, it’s met with childish name-calling or being reduced to a ‘riot.’

You say we believe the number of follows we have reflects who we are as a person. It’s nice knowing there’s 20 or 50 or maybe even 100 people who care what you have to say or think. We live in an age where we can and will be heard.

You say we don’t respect our elders, that we don’t respect our country. Our elders grew up in one of the greatest economic booms in history and in turn made it the worst economic situation since the 1930’s all while blaming kids who were only five at the time for it. We stand on our flag because it means nothing, it’s a pretty banner for an ugly lie. We’re a country that says you can make it if you just work hard enough while, in the end, that will almost never happen. We’re a country that becomes irate at the idea of 20-something college kids standing on some canvas dyed red, white, and blue but seem to shrug off the millions of homeless, disabled veterans.

You say we’re more divided than ever before. Ever before what? When black folk couldn’t drink from the same fountain as white folk? When women couldn’t vote? When white southerners fought for the idea that they could keep black people as slaves? We’re a generation that is done with injustice and when you fight for social change, you will divide people.

You say everything that was frowned up is celebrated. What does that mean? We frowned up gay marriage. We frowned upon wives being able to say no to sex with their husbands. We frowned up interracial marriage. We frowned up black folk being allowed to go to school with white folk. We frowned upon women being allowed to vote. Are those things not worth celebrating?

You say nothing has value in our generation, that we take advantage of everything. We value friendship more, we value the fists of change, we value social justice and family and the right to marry those we love. We value the right to be yourself, wholly and fully. We value the right to choose and we value the idea of fighting what you believe in, even when everyone older than you is telling you you’re what’s wrong with the country.

You say we have more opportunities to succeed than those before but we don’t ‘appreciate’ them. We are a bitter generation. You can finance a boat for 3.9% but you have to pay back college tuition plus 8.9%. We may have more opportunities but those opportunities cost money we don’t have.

You say you can see why we’re called ‘Generation,’ but we’re not Generation Y, we’re Millennials and we do feel entitled. We were promised a strong economy and inexpensive education. We had the world in our hands and we were going to make it better. And it was ripped away from us because of incompetent rulers, illegal wars, and greedy corporations and we get blamed for it. Crime has gone down, abortion and unintended pregnancy has lowered, people are living longer, people are more educated, people are less likely to die from violent crime or diseases, yet my generation is touted as the worst generation and for what? Crimes that we’re accused of that happened before we could even wipe our own ass? We were raised better, and we were raised in a society that treated, and continues to treat, us like garbage. And we are done. We are not sorry, we did nothing wrong.

Here's a little word of advice to you all:

don’t let her go. don’t.
no matter how hard she tries to, just don’t.
don’t let the girl of your dreams just up and leave.
if you know deep down that she’s the one that’s made for you, then prove that to her by your ACTIONS.
not just your words.

if you love her, tell her.
if you love her more than words can describe,
if you love her more than actions can show,
then that’s when you know she’s the one.
that’s when you know that you are in love.

don’t let this girl go because of your stupid mistakes.
don’t let this girl be the one you tell your kids years from now that “she was the one you let go”
because I promise you from days, weeks, months, and years from now that feeling of love and regret will never go away no matter how hard you try.

so please I beg you, don’t let her go.
don’t let me go.

Let's Talk About Love...! ❤️

ARIES:

Aries - Aries: “I love you like every action I take.”
Aries - Taurus: “I love you more than batman loves his cave.”
Aries - Gemini: “I love you like Winnie the Pooh loves honey.”
Aries - Cancer: “I love you more than a watch loves to tick.”
Aries - Leo: “I love you because you’re awesome just like me.”
Aries - Virgo: “I love you more than all the answers on the Internet!”
Aries - Libra:  “I love you like French Fries.”
Aries - Scorpio: “I love you like a cat loves a mouse.”
Aries - Sagittarius: “I love you like my Xbox.”
Aries - Capricorn: “I love you more than zombies love brains.”
Aries - Aquarius: “I love you more than you can ever imagine.”
Aries - Pisces: “I love you like a sea of flowers. More than a garden of smiles and a world of hugs.”


TAURUS:

Taurus - Aries: “I love you more then I love Netflix! And that’s a lot.”
Taurus - Taurus: “I love you like there are grains of sand in every beach, of every planet, of every galaxy in the universe.”
Taurus - Gemini: “I love you like a flower loves the rain.”
Taurus - Cancer: “I love you more than Edward loves Bella.”
Taurus - Leo: “I love you like distance everybody loves Raymond.”
Taurus - Virgo: “I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.”
Taurus - Libra: “I love you more than Peter Pan loves Neverland.”
Taurus - Scorpio: “I love you like a pig loves not being bacon.”
Taurus - Sagittarius:  “I love you like I love food.”
Taurus - Capricorn: “I love you more than the Beast loved Belle.”
Taurus - Aquarius: “I love you more than a letter loves an envelope.”
Taurus - Pisces: “I love you like the butterflies in the gardens, the rainbow over the blue sky, and the greeneries in the meadow.”


GEMINI:

Gemini - Aries: “I love you like a bee loves honey.”
Gemini - Taurus: “I love you like I did yesterday, but I not as much as tomorrow but always forever.”
Gemini - Gemini: “I love you more than Charlie loves Wonka bars.”
Gemini - Cancer: “I love you like cookies, and believe me I love cookies!”
Gemini - Leo: “I love you like the sun loves redheads.”
Gemini - Virgo: “I love you like you can possibly imagine.”
Gemini - Libra: “I love you more than an emo boy loves tight pants.”
Gemini - Scorpio: “I love you like old ladies love blue dye.”
Gemini - Sagittarius: “I love you more than a sailor loves swearing.”
Gemini - Capricorn: “I love you more than time loves a paradox.”
Gemini - Aquarius: “I love you like words can describe, numbers can count and the forever growing universe can discover.”
Gemini - Pisces: “I love you like a skinny person loves salad.”


CANCER:

Cancer - Aries: “I love you more than a woman loves fixing up a bachelor with one of her single friends.”
Cancer - Taurus: “I love you like an Italian loves pasta.”
Cancer - Gemini: “I love you more than the British love their tea.”
Cancer - Cancer: “I love you like the sun, the ocean and the mountains.”
Cancer - Leo: ”I love you more than an incontinent person loves a toilet.”
Cancer - Virgo: “I love you more than Jack loved Rose.”
Cancer - Libra: “I love you more than schoolgirls love to gossip.”
Cancer - Scorpio: “I love you more than a junkie loves weed.”
Cancer - Sagittarius: “I love you more than the plague loves rats.”
Cancer - Capricorn:  “I love you like you say you love me times a million more, and just so you know I love you MORE square root that by infinity.”
Cancer - Aquarius: “I love you more than older people love tapioca.”
Cancer - Pisces: “I love you more than pizza.”


LEO:

Leo - Aries:  “I love you like women love diamonds.”
Leo - Taurus: “I love you more than a dentist loves crooked teeth.”
Leo - Gemini: “I love you more than commercials love annoying us.”
Leo - Cancer:  “I love you like the sun loves the moon.”
Leo - Leo: “I love you more than everythIng in this entire world. With every step and every breath I take, every rush of blood, every whisper of thought, and every beat of my heart comes the reminder that I love you, and I live for you. Because you are my whole world, my everything, and my life.”
Leo - Virgo: “I love you like iPhone and iPad combined, which I cannot live without.”
Leo - Libra:  “I love you like there are stars in the sky.”
Leo - Scorpio: “I love you more than a duck loves water.”
Leo - Sagittarius: “I love you more than a lawyer loves money.”
Leo - Capricorn: “I love you more than a hippie loves his long hair.”
Leo - Aquarius: “I love you like Brangelina loves adopting kids.”
Leo - Pisces: “I love you like burritos, tacos, and nachos.”


VIRGO:

Virgo - Aries:  “I love you like there are words in books.”
Virgo - Taurus:  “I love you like a child loves his teddy-bear.”
Virgo - Gemini: “I love you like a cop loves thieves.”
Virgo - Cancer:  “I love you like the Cookie Monster loves cookies.”
Virgo - Leo: “I love you like the distance between us.”
Virgo - Virgo: “I love you like a mother loves her child.”
Virgo - Libra:  “I love you like a movie geek loves his/hers popcorn.”
Virgo - Scorpio: “I love you like a smoker loves a cigarette.”
Virgo - Sagittarius:  “I’ll love you longer than forever.”
Virgo - Capricorn: “I love you more than money and more than the stars above.”
Virgo - Aquarius:  “I love you like any word can say.”
Virgo - Pisces: “I love you like a dog loves biting a piece of bone.”


LIBRA:

Libra - Aries:  “I love you like apple pie, lemon meringue pie and chocolate mud pie.”
Libra - Taurus: “I love you like “Harry Potter,” and that should have been impossible.”
Libra - Gemini: “I love you more than words can show.”
Libra - Cancer: “I love you like the unforgettable first kiss.”
Libra - Leo: “I love you more than dad loves his daughter.”
Libra - Virgo: “I love you like any person loves sleeping.”
Libra - Libra:  “I love you like an angel loves the heavens.”
Libra - Scorpio: “I love you more than a teenage boy loves masturbating.”
Libra - Sagittarius: “I love you like I love sushi.”
Libra - Capricorn: “I love you like you’ll ever know.”
Libra - Aquarius: “I love you more than words, in all the books, in all the world.”
Libra - Pisces: “I love you more than free WiFi.”


SCORPIO:

Scorpio - Aries: “I love you like a pervert loves porn.”
Scorpio - Taurus:  “I love you more than a child loves candy.”
Scorpio - Gemini: “I love you like cheesecake, carrot cake and chocolate cake.”
Scorpio - Cancer: “I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I’m with you.”
Scorpio - Leo: “I love you more than I love naps.”
Scorpio - Virgo: “I love you more than there are grains of sand on every beach, of every planet, of every galaxy in the universe.”
Scorpio - Libra: “I love you like a nerd loves his glasses.”
Scorpio - Scorpio: “I love you higher than the sky and deeper than the water in the ocean.”
Scorpio - Sagittarius: “I love you more than yesterday and that’s how I feel every day.”
Scorpio - Capricorn:  “I love you more than a drug addict loves heroine.”
Scorpio - Aquarius: “I love you like a hooker loves a street corner.”
Scorpio - Pisces: “I love you like all the raindrops that fall in a summer thunderstorm.”


SAGITTARIUS:

Sagittarius - Aries: “I love you like a fat kid loves cake.”
Sagittarius - Taurus: “I love you more than a child loves Christmas.”
Sagittarius - Gemini: “I love you like the Godiva chocolate, my favourite.”
Sagittarius - Cancer: “I love you more than stinky cheese.”
Sagittarius - Leo: “I love you more than the government loves taxing its citizens.”
Sagittarius - Virgo: “I love you like my iPhone, and I wish I can hold you in my hands, every minute of the day.”
Sagittarius - Libra: “I love you more than Russel Crowe loves throwing phones at people.”
Sagittarius - Scorpio: “I love you like when I get a seat on the crowded train so that I can play games on my smartphone with both hands.”
Sagittarius - Sagittarius: “I love you like the Lemon Meringue Pie which my mother bakes, that reminds me of the sweet memory of my childhood.”
Sagittarius - Capricorn: “I love you more than Brazil loves football.”
Sagittarius - Aquarius: “I love you more than a fly loves crap.”
Sagittarius - Pisces: “I love you like a little girl dreams of love.”


CAPRICORN:

Capricorn - Aries: “I love you like my cat, and no one has replaced her so far.”
Capricorn - Taurus: “I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love.”
Capricorn - Gemini:  “I love you like a nerd loves homework.”
Capricorn - Cancer: “I love you like the sand loves the sea.”
Capricorn - Leo: “I love you more than Johnny Depp, George Clooney and Leo DiCaprio combined.”
Capricorn - Virgo: “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
Capricorn - Libra: “I love you like Santa loves cookies and milk.”
Capricorn - Scorpio:  “I love you like the thrills I get from roller coaster ride, skiing down an icy slope, and bungee jumping.”
Capricorn - Sagittarius: “I love you like guys love football.”
Capricorn - Capricorn: “I love you more than Snape loved Lily.”
Capricorn - Aquarius: “I love you like my morning coffee.”
Capricorn - Pisces: “I love you like trees love water.”


AQUARIUS:

Aquarius - Aries:  “I love you like a surfer loves his board.”
Aquarius - Taurus: “I love you more than a sad woman loves chocolate.”
Aquarius - Gemini: “I love you like my next breath.”
Aquarius - Cancer: “I love you more than a punk loves his hair gel.”
Aquarius - Leo: “I love you like words can describe, numbers can count and the constantly grown technology can discover.”
Aquarius - Virgo: “I love you like a cat loves chasing its tail.”
Aquarius - Libra: “I love you like a grandma loves her grandchildren.”
Aquarius - Scorpio: “I love you more than coffee, but please don’t make me prove it.”
Aquarius - Sagittarius: “I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow and many days to come.”
Aquarius - Capricorn: “I love you more than a blonde loves her hair-dye.”
Aquarius - Aquarius: “I love you like anything you could ever say or imagine and every breath I take is for you.”
Aquarius - Pisces: “I love you like Cinderella loved Prince Charming.”


PISCES:

Pisces - Aries: “I love you like my dog, and that should have said enough.”
Pisces - Taurus: “I love you like I love penguins, my favourite animal since the third grade.”
Pisces - Gemini: “I love you like lice love an elementary school.”
Pisces - Cancer: “I love you like Romeo loves Juliet.”
Pisces - Leo: “I love you more than the Imperial March loves Darth Vader.”
Pisces - Virgo: “I love you more than an emo loves black.” 
Pisces - Libra: “I love you like I love beer.”
Pisces - Scorpio: “I love you like fish need water!”
Pisces - Sagittarius: “I love you like a mouse loves cheese.”
Pisces - Capricorn: “I love you more than Voldemort loved killing people.”
Pisces - Aquarius: “I love you more than an alcoholic loves beer.”
Pisces - Pisces:  “I love you like Mickey loves Minnie.”

I wish I had the skill to write about how your eyes shine in the morning. When you are tired…and that feeling you give me when you hold my hand. I wish I could write about how much you mean to me but they have not ever created the adequate words that can describe my feelings for you.
she’s funny
always making me laugh,
if I didn’t say so myself,
she’s my second half.
the longing that has been haunting
her internal consciousness is finally regained.
she’s finally wanted
and heres how this will be explained.
Her father left, her mother unexpressed.
raining down tears of sadness she remained well-founded
and suppressed her fears.
Assisting everyone as she’s collapsing at the bridge of her feet, shaking down not able to stand for much longer.
All she wanted was to be relaxing.
Her body ached, her eyes enlarged, not baring a single minute of each school day.
She found purpose.
and she stood tall no longer nervous for the sadness to flood her veins.
She remodeled and rebuilt who she was to who she is now.
Her sadness will remain forbidden in the pits of her soul, away from the surface above.
and this is where something called love is in control.
Love is guiding her gently through the horrifying abyss.
finding her way through the terrifying reality that not everyone will bow to her feet.
Looking around, her palms sweaty, people talking, as if their lips were walking. But what they were articulating, was echoing through her manipulating sanity.
love guides her out of the insanity that is aching to fill her foreign constitution.
the difficulties she encounters are only mountains to be climbed and oceans to cross.
Never the less will love help her across.
She’s stronger than love, she doesn’t need love.
But without her love she wouldn’t be above the rest of society.
Cancer is her sign, very vulnerable at any given time.
But she doesn’t usually face her design head on.
compatible with a pisces, they fit just fine. heightened emotions mixed with romantic ambitions, the two will eternally love each other like fine wine at a celebration.
she knows how to make you feel invincible.
Like you are the most visible sight in her journey through this universe. No need to question her love because she will devote herself to the one she cherishes most.
Beautiful is an understatement.
She has honey sweet lips. They are lilac soft.
she has a soothing voice. And a joyous personality.
Only anyone around her felt warm inside.
Uneasy at times she does not notice the rays of sun that radiate when she smiles.
They would travel for miles, at least 3,032 to a place called New York.
Big city, bright lights. Not a fantasy but a dream, you could almost imagine hearing her adolescent tittering about the unfamiliar city.
Her heart internally placed in New York, but not the city itself.
A girl perhaps, holds her heart, firm- like a scholar and his smarts.
undying trust in one another the two of them slowly developed into one.
fighting the distance soon enough it’ll be all done.
No more distance no more patience.
So here I am, describing my extraordinary girlfriend, the love and compassion she has for her beloved family, friends and me. Enough to last a lifetime.
when you read this I hope this gives you the confidence that lies between my eyes and yours. I see the girl that can get through it all. Who will never truly fall.
—  She’s my world 
Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!


Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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The Friendly Wager (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,562

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, bad jokes, angst

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Tags are closed. Only two parts left after this! I’m really sorry for pushing out two updates but I’m running out of time and work is going to be tough, so…

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ORIGINS OF LUST ੭  YOONGI

Contains : CEO!yoongi, singledad!yoongi, babysitter!reader, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Suga/Min Yoongi

Words : + 3k

Summary : Yoongi’s life was amazing, he had to admit. CEO of a rising company, he had everything : money, the love of his daughter, the love of womens. He also had to say that his sexual life wasn’t monotone at all, he had every card in his hands, he controled everything.
But one thing that he couldn’t control was fate, and he quickly realized that when he understood that the new babysitter was one of his one night stands.

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Captivated, fascinated, charmed, you couldn’t think of enough words to describe the mixture of feelings crashing over your body. Your body was gasping for air, trying to process everything that was happening, your soul was aching to feel his skin against yours.
You hated it, you hated how he had every card in his hands, all the power dripping from his fingers. And he knew it, he knew what he was doing, he knew that the smallest brush from his fingertips on your skin would leave you breathless.

Without knowing anything about your life, he got all of your senses awake, all of you for himself.
Your heart was beating, fast, you never expected anything like that from a one night stand. But here you were, gripping the soft and certainly expensive sheet with your fists.
He had taken one of your sense, the tie you were gripping on earlier now firmly tied behind you head.

Pressing your thighs together, you asked yourself, what was he doing ? Was he carefully watching you, waiting for you to snap and beg for him to touch you ? Was he enjoying how vulnerable you looked on the hotel bed, your black lingerie hugging your body ?
Another though formed in your mind, making you bite your lower lip, was he touching himself ?

Your mind immediatly pictured it, his black jacket on the floor, the first buttons of his white shirt open, revealing his tan skin, where all you wanted to do was leave scratch marks. You portrayed his fingers around his cock, length certainly above average, his pants barely pulled to the middle of his muscular thighs, the boy’s hand moving up and down as he watched you, his cold metal rings contrasting with his hot skin.
Your mind drew a picture of his expression, his head to the side, looking at you through his fringe, his pink lips parted as he tries not to moan, pearls of precum leaking from his tip, as pink as his lips.

You licked your lips, your head slightly moving when you heard the sound of fabric, he was getting up.
The air was thick, and it grew even ticker and hotter when you felt the matress under the boy’s weight, the sent of his stronge cologne took over your odora, all your nerves on the edge, trying to guess his next move.

You felt his breath ghosting over the skin of your cheek, lips parting. You were panting and he hadn’t touch you, you had to hold back a moan when you though about how hard he was probably going to make you come.

A sigh left your lips when his thumb caressed your lower lip, his hands were the second thing you noticed, his long digits decorated with a few silver rings, his eyes a dark color, promising so many things.

“Yoongi.”, you breathed, the whisper breaking the silent. It slipped out from your lips, and Yoongi tsked, his touch disappearing.

“What were the rules ?”, he asked, his voice deeper and clear, cutting the air.

Even if his tie was blocking your view, you closed your eyes, remembering what he had told you before taking away one of your sense. No talking, no touching.

“No talking.”, you whispered, gripping the sheet a bit thighter in your sweaty hands.
Yoongi hummed, the matress shifted as he moved, taking something from the nightstand. From the clinking, it sounded like a glass, the sound soon stopping when he placed it on the console again.
You didn’t know how long you’ve been waiting, trying to keep your hands away from your body, but it felt like the beginning of your release when you felt the tip of his nose under your jaw. Your body jolted when you felt the coldness on your skin, and you tried not to curse when you understood that he was using the ice from his champagne.

Your body focused on where he was dragging the ice cube, both his hands placed on each side of your head, his body towering you.
It was pure torture, your body aching to touch his skin, your nails digging in your palms as your tried not to tangle your fingers in his dark locks.

But Yoongi was testing your limits, seeing how much you could handle, how submissive you could be, he was drinking in your image, hypnotized with how quickly the ice was melting on your skin, leaving a wet trail.

You couldn’t help it when Yoongi left the ice between your breasts, his soft lips ligtly brushing your skin, his hot breath ghosting over the cold water. Your hips bucked, your legs brushing agaisnt the fabric of his pants.

“You really want me to punish you, don’t you.”, he asked, his hands grabbing your hips to pin them on the matress, your body arched, wishing he would move his hands a bit down.
You didn’t respond, not knowing if you should or not, but you soon got the answer as Yoongi grabbed your jaw, “Answer me.”

“No.”, you quickly said, hearing him hum in agreement. You whined when you felt Yoongi move, the heat of his body disappearing. Was he going to let you here, trembling for his touch ? Your eyes widen underneath the fabric blocking your eyes, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, you though.

But all those thoughs vanished when his hand fully made contact with your skin, fingertips caressing from your ankle to your knee, his hand cupping the back of it to hook it on top of his hip. His torso brushed over your chest as he lowered himself, a sigh leaving your mouth when his lips pressed under your jaw.
Between your legs, you could feel his boner under the rough fabric of his pants, fighting with yourself, trying not to buck your hips against his.

Instand, you tried to focus on the little satisfactions he was giving you, condensing your attention on his lips leaving kisses down your neck. Your head moved backwards, giving him full access to your skin, which he immediatly took to his advantage, biting on the skin were your neck and shoulder met.

You hissed at the pain, but somehow, your body begged for more, your breath hitching, your chest rising and falling. His lips met the skin of your collarbone, where he started sucking, your hand flying to your mouth to contain a moan.

Your senses were so awake that you felt Yoongi smirk against your skin, placing a single kiss on the mark before leaving your skin.

“Do you want me to take it off ?”, he asked, refering to the tie. You nodded, even if you knew that he wouldn’t simply take it off without asking anything in return.

“Words.”, he harshly said.

“Yes.”, you whispered, biting your lips.

“Be a good girl and I’ll take it off.”, he hummed.

His hand cupped your cheek, your head leaning towards it. “Now tell me what you want.”, he said, his thumb tracing your lips.

“I want to suck your cock.”, you said, bluntly, but visibly, your works affected him, hearing him take a deep breath, his thumb momentarily stopping any movement.

“How can I say no to this.”, he said, regaining his act together. You licked your lips as he softly took your hand, pulling you towards him. Your legs swang out off the bed, your feet feeling the soft carpet.

“Get on your knees for me.”, he asked, still holding your hand as you did so.

“Hands behind your back.”, he instructed, and you held your hands behind your back, hearing the zipper of his jean.
A sigh left his lips, he was touching himself, a groan leaving his lips when you opened your mouth.

“You’re so eager.”, he chuckled, “Look at you, ready to suck my cock. You want it, so bad.”

His fingers still wrapped around his cock, he placed his tip on your lower lip, a drop of pre-cum dripping on it. Instinctively, your closed your lips, tongue wrapping around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, making you moan around his cock.

Yoongi immediatly took a fistful of your hair, taking control. But in the back of your head, you knew he would at least lose a bit of control, you also knew what you were doing.

After sucking of his tip, you took a deep breath, starting to bob your head. And you were right, his length was definitely above average, wishing you could wrap your hand around what you couldn’t take.

You relaxed your jaw, focussing on Yoongi’s reaction. You couldn’t see his expression, but at least, you could hear him. It started with regular sighs, quickly transforming into heavy breaths, whines and full moans.
You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride, who knew that you could get a man like Yoongi to moan like that under your touch.

His whimpers were making your heart quicken, your panties starting to feel uncomfortable.

Yoongi bucked his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The action making you moan around his dick, the vibrations making Yoongi groan. Moans and groans filling the hotel room, he took several deep breaths before talking, “Stop.”, he said, breathless, his hand leaving your hair.

Unwillingly, you opened your mouth, catching your breath. Yoongi was also trying to catch his breath, his fingers grabbed your chin, indicating you to get up, his arm wrapped around your back, leaving a single kiss in the corner of your mouth, teasing you.

His other hand finally grabbed his black tie, taking it off of your eyes. Releaved, you blinked, your eyes immediatly finding Yoongi’s. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils dilated. His lips were parted, red from all the biting and kissing, sweat starting to form.

Yoongi leaned in, capturing your lips, and you quickly kissed back, moaning at his soft lips. He immedialty obtained dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth.
Your hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, but before your could take it off, he detached his lips from yours, eyes hooded, “Get on the bed.”

Quickly climbing on the matress, you leaned your back against the headboard, watching in awe as Yoongi took off his shirt.
Button by button, exposing his smooth skin. You wished you could touch his skin, drag your nails along it, kiss every bit of his skin.

But Yoongi had something else in mind, climbing on the bed after throwing the fabric on the floor, sitting at the end of the bed. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at him with a questionning look.

“Touch yourself.”, he asked. And your breath got caught in your throat, biting your lips.
Your head was spinning, all you wanted was his touch, his fingers, his tongue or his cock, anything, you needed a release, but if the only way was to touch yourself, you were too desperate to decline.

Your fingers played with the hem of your panties, the other grabbing the sheet, your clit was throbbing, but you wanted to tease Yoongi a litte, seeing that he was also about to touch himself again.

“Spread your legs.”, asked Yoongi, and you did so, shamelessly parting your legs and exposing the wet patch on your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”, gasped Yoongi.

Catching your lower lip between your teeth, you started to rub yourself through the fabric, carefully watching as Yoongi’s hand started to move up and down, his tip as red as his lips.

You couldn’t tease yourself anymore, your fingers sneaking under your panties. A moan tumbled from your lips as the tip of your digits started rubbing circle on your clit, trying to keep your eyes open.
Yoongi’s movements immediatly escalated, his hand pumping up and down, his mouth dropping open, a heavy breath escaping.

“How does it feel ?”, asked Yoongi, tongue liking his lips, eyes glued on your movements.

“So good.”, you gasped, rubbing faster, a moan following your words. Spreading your wetness, you allowed two fingers to enter your heat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”, breathed Yoongi, a groan coming from his lips.

“I wish it was your fingers.”, you confesed, moving your fingers faster. Sweat was starting to form on your forehead, your body burning.
A smirk on Yoongi’s face appeared, as his thumb spread his pre-cum on his shaft. “Yeah ?”, he asked, “Only my fingers ?”

“Your tongue, your dick.”, you breathed, unable to form a full sentence, to focused on the pleasure you were receiving.
The men moaned, his head dropping backwards.

The knot on your stomach was growing bigger and bigger, and soon, you were feeling your walls tighten around your fingers, your eyes closing.

You felt your Yoongi move in front of you, but you didn’t pay attention, too focused on reaching your release, but suddently, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements.

Your eyes flew open, eyes wide, breath uneven as you stared at Yoongi, feeling the promise of your release fade away.
As you were about to talk, Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, soft lips aggressively kissing you. Biting your lower lip, he pulled back, catching your eyes. His eyelids were as heavy as you, lips as swollen as you.

“Fuck, I’m going to wreck you.”, moaned Yoongi, head dropping to the crook of your neck.

Pulling your hand out of your panties, he after got rid of his pants, grabbing a condom from his wallet. You, on the other side, quickly kicked off your panties,letting your back rest on the matress, before Yoongi towered over you.
His hand sneaked behind your back, swiftly taking your bra off, tossing it beside the bed.

His lip immediatly wrapped around your nipple, sucking, toying with the other with his fingers.
You arched your back, your hand intertwining with his hair, a groan coming from his chest when you tugged at it.

He didn’t seem to care about the rules anymore, the act slowly crumbling down.
“Yoongi.”
, you moaned, catching his attention.
Leaving your nipple, he hummed, before kissing down your neck.

“Please.”, you begged, closing your eyes, you were craving to get your release. By now, you knew that he would ask for words, so you took the matters in your own hands.

“Please, Yoongi, I need you.”

Truth be told, he couldn’t wait any longer either, aligning himself with your entrance after putting a condom on, he waited for your nod to push in. Both hands on each side of your head, eyes closed, he waited before starting to move his hips.

“God, you feel so good around me.”, he cursed, hips rocking back and forth.
Head thrown back, you didn’t care about staying at least a bit silente, loud moans filling the room alongside Yoongi’s groans.
Quickly, way too quickly, the knot in your stomach started to form again, threatening to release at any moment. But you wanted to last longer, feel his cock slid in and out of you longer, keep the feeling of his skin against yours longer, hear his moans longer.

Yoongi wasn’t going to last either, the feeling of your walls driving him to his edge, he trying to muffle his moans in the crook of your neck.

Heavy breaths right beside your ear, his thrusts were growing slower and deeper, chassing his release.
Wrapping your leg around his waist, he started hitting a deeper spot each time, your mouth falling agape.

“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, a loud cry tumbling from your lips.

His movements immediatly escalated, snapping his hips faster, eager to feel you come around him.

“Cum for me.”, he said through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t hold back any longer, coming around Yoongi. Your mouth fell open, eyes shut, small dots blurring your vision, and Yoongi followed soon after, his loud moan filling the room.


“Daddy !”, screamed the little girl, bouncing around the living room. Her footsteps ehoed through the silent living room, her voice louder as she ran to her father.
Yoongi lazily smiled, resting his head on the couch, and he swore to himself, he would never ever party at the end of the week-end again. His muscles were still half asleep, eyelids heavy, all of his thoughs blurried with the lack of sleep.

Rubbing his eyes, he sighed before looking at his watch, the metal shinning under the cold rays of the morning sunlight. 

She should be here in 5 minutes, if she wasn’t the late type of person.

The little girl climbed the couch, sitting on her father’s lap, grabbing his wrist to inspect the strange object.

He was waiting for his new babysitter, he couldn’t bring his daughter to work anymore. Sure, he was the boss and all, but he liked to keep things professional and clean, and having a crying child in his arms during an important meeting wasn’t the definition of those two words.

He wasn’t used to let his daughter alone, he knew that he was only leaving her with a babysitter for a few hours and not for days but he still felt strange. Now, he was used to dress his daughter, bring her to work, where his employees were fond of her. He was used to having her around his office, and he didn’t know if the place would be too silent for him without her.

On the other hand, the little girl didn’t care at all, she didn’t seem to be too sad about letting her father go to work without her. Maybe she was more excited to meet a new person, even if it was another adult and not someone of her age.

Finally, someone rang at the door, and Yoongi quickly got up, taking the little girl in his arms.
Quickly, he reached the white door, she was just in time but he had just a few minutes before being late to work, which, again, wasn’t really important since he was the boss.

Kissing his daughter on the cheek, he opened the door, his eyes not leaving the expression of his giggling daughter. But eventually, she turned her attention to the person waiting at the door, her father following her gaze.

And his jaw dropped,

“Y/N ?”

Sheith Fic Rec

I figured that I wanted to contribute to the fandom in some way and I read a lot of fics, so why not make a rec list? I included the summary for each fic, plus some commentary from me in italics. I hope the authors don’t mind that I linked them, at least the ones I know of. Thank you so much for contributing to this wonderful ship, it wouldn’t be as great as it is now without you. Feel free to talk to me about sheith anytime, I’d love to make more friends.

One-Shots (Canon-verse)

the whole town’s sleeping by astrainclinant (T) 18k 

Of inevitability and stars.

Alternatively, how Keith and Shiro come together.

Basically what I’d consider a classic Sheith fic, and a must read for any Sheith fan. I will never have the words to describe how I feel when I read this.


the fear of falling by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (G) 4k

Keith can pull off a downward spiral. It’s the kind of maneuver he does in his sleep.

Keith character study, with implied Sheith. Different attempt at Keith’s backstory.


 ‘til you set fire to my atmosphere by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (T) 2k 

And it’s like the first punch Keith ever landed on him: quick and glancing, right at the ribs, out of left field and yet simultaneously a long time coming.

Pining Shiro, because Pining Shiro is everything.


the body remembers (what the mind forgets) by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics)/ @shirosredknight (E) 10k

Shiro’s fingers slide up to touch his skin, warm points of contact that make Keith shiver. “It’s just a year,“ Shiro reassures him quietly, "I’ll be back before you know it. It’ll be like the time you were studying to come here.”

His lips twitch up, trying to be supportive but it’s hard. Keith knows its the right thing to do, to be happy for Shiro. But it’s hard when he’s imagining a space without Shiro in it. Loneliness is already creeping up his torso, curling around his heart and lungs and choking the happy pride he feels for Shiro.

He already misses Shiro so terribly.

tldr: Keith and Shiro were together pre-canon but then Shiro went on his mission and came back with no memories of his time with Keith. How does one even begin to deal with the love of your life forgetting you?

That Shiro forgetting Keith and their relationship AU we all need. The feelings in this were A+.

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My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Here’s a hug for everyone who can’t find a label that fits them perfectly! 

- If you use a label that doesn’t feel quite right but you don’t know any that would fit better

- If you use umbrella terms only because you can’t find a specific label to describe you 

- If people accuse you of stealing or misusing terms because you don’t fit the definition 100% 

- If you feel like you fit somewhere in between two labels 

- If you feel “too gay for straight people but too straight for gay people” 

- If you think you might know which label would fit but are afraid to use it, for any reason  

You are welcome in our community, no matter what anyone says.

Labels are confusing, you are not silly or too complicated or a “wannabe” for not instantly finding the perfect one! 

Labels are just words. We attempt to use them to describe all the complex and diverse individual experiences of humankind - but they simply can not cover everything. 

Labels can be adjusted to fit a person - a person doesn’t need to change to fit a label! 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom  

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[Image: An Instagram photo from my account. The photo is a close-up selfie of my face and upper torso. I am wearing a purple t-shirt with purple, blue, and yellow bubble font and yellow starbursts on the front. The words on the shirt say CURE ABLEISM! I am wearing my eyeglasses and smiling while looking down.]

I love this shirt. I get into fights with ableists over this shirt. It’s a good shirt.

You can get this super cool shirt here > link

I can't even explain how much it meant to me what Jared said. (Please Read This)

My depression has been horrific for the past two months. There isn’t an honest to God day where suicide doesn’t cross my mind. My moms trying everything. Doctors too. Nothing is working and I’m about at my ends reach.

I told Jared on his Facebook live video how much the AlwaysKeepFighting campaign meant to me. That I battle depression daily and this is a true inspiration to me. Nothing could have prepared me for what he said.

He said these words with a genuine touch that really made me cry my damn eyes out. Telling me that “you are a brave, powerful soul. I’m sorry for your battles, but I’m proud of you that you’re battling daily and you’re still here. You’re stronger than I will ever me.” His words quite literally shook me to my core. As if having somebody that you look up to notice you, but to say what he did….

It’s the simple sweet things that this man does on a daily basis that really and truly helps people get the courage to keep on fighting. I admire Jared. I look up to him. I strive to be half of the amazing and kind man that he is, to make a difference in this world. He is my hero along with many others. He’s my superman. And hearing MY HERO tell me that I’m stronger than he will ever be, and that I’m a brave and powerful soul, I was at a loss for words. I still am.

There isn’t a single word I can say to describe how I feel. Never in my life (no matter how short) did I ever EVER imagine Jared Padalecki telling me these words. For him to share his love and support to my daily fight. MINE. It’s an unrealistic thing. It doesn’t feel real.

If you took the time to read this, then I hope in some way that this amazing man has somehow touched your heart as he has touched mine. Please remember, taking even a minute of your day to spread some love can really effect people as it has for me.

While his words didn’t cure my mental illness, it did do something else. It gave me hope.

Twenty-six letters

“Twenty-six letters in the English alphabet,” whispers Victor, gently stroking Yuuri’s cheek as he sits next to him on a folding chair on the Hasetsu beach, the stars twinkling in the sky, the waves gently crashing onto the sand with the sound of serenity and privacy.

“Twenty-six letters,” Victor repeats, and Yuuri stares at him, wide-eyed and beautiful, hair soft as Victor runs his fingers through it. The breeze whips by, and Yuuri laughs. Victor’s fingers briefly tangle in Yuuri’s locks, and Yuuri reaches up his own hand to help Victor out.

Victor’s heart pounds, loudly, accompanying the rhythm of the waves, creating a wild dance between his emotions and the world surrounding him.

He can’t pay attention to the waves, when he’s in front of Yuuri. He can’t be bothered to shift on the chair, where he’s slightly twisted as Yuuri holds tightly the hand that is furthest from him. He can barely breathe. They’re engaged, and they’ve known each other for nearly two years now, yet Yuuri never fails to set his heart aflame.

“More than twenty thousand,” says Yuuri, and Victor responds with a confused expression.

“More than two thousand commonly used kanji,” clarifies Yuuri with a small smile. Victor loves that smile, when his eyes crinkle and his face softens sweetly.

“That’s right,” answers Victor. “And thirty-three letters in the Russian alphabet,” he adds.

“Yes,” says Yuuri, and he’s smiling fully now, but still looks confused.

“There are twenty-six letters in the English alphabet, thirty-three in the Russian alphabet, and more than two thousand commonly used kanji,” says Victor, holding Yuuri’s hand tighter. “With those, I can string together any words I want. I can feel your eros in the letter E, taste the katsudon in the letter K, hear your name in the letter Y.”

“Victor–”

“But Yuuri,” continues Victor, as he feels his eyes begin to water. “But Yuuri, despite all of this, despite these twenty-six letters, these thirty-three characters, these two thousand kanji–I could never, never, have enough letters to describe…” 

“Oh Vitya…” whispers Yuuri.

“My love for you.”


Inspired by @actualyuuri‘s post: the Victuuri Alphabet

Kaisoo stare moments

Lets begin with KIM JONGIN

As kaisoo shipper know, Jongin was caught staring at kaisoo many times..

Acoustic segment is made for Jongin to stare at Kyungsoo



Jongin is always mesmerize with Kyungsoo’s face and voice .. That is why he always stare at his lover hyung. 




Who says that Kyungsoo does not have caught staring???


Kyungsoo just stare at him in silence .. no words need to describe his adoration to his Jongin.



 Last but not least, stares at each other .

Can u see their beautiful smiles???

Their height different …




BONUS


then

Jongin-ahhh please control your happiness


This is my favourite so far *love*love*



you can watch this video for more kaisoo staring moments


Notes: the things are obviously not mine . I am using all these pictures and videos for throwback. Credits to all the owner (Jongin’s fansites, Kyungsoo’s fansites and Kaisoo’s fansites). Please ignore my poor engslish *sobs*