not slowly enough

Does anyone else sometimes get the thought/feeling of “maybe if I do this slowly enough the laws of physics won’t notice”

Like I can be pouring noodles into water and realize I added way too much water and instead of stopping I’ll just pour really slowly like somehow that will allow me to displace less water. 

Sorry for the lack of art this Friday. Mod’s been busy with last minute visits with friends and preparing to go back down to college. So here’s an animation of Agny forever attempting to pack away her 3DS, pillow, and assortment of stolen clothing.

3 Days (M)

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Summary: 3 days. That’s how long your family was visiting. You had to endure 3 long days because Yoongi was a master at teasing and you had no self-control.

Genre: !Yoongi! + smutsmutsmutsmut + fluff (rated m of course)

Word count: 9.6k+

A/N : Surprise again? Idk how I ended up writing this fic but yes. 9k+ of Yoongi smut. I’m just going to leave this here and disappear. I hope you like it!!!!!!


When Yoongi woke up, it wasn’t because he wanted to. He would have gladly remained resting in the land of dreams where he was comfortable and warm until nature called if it wasn’t for the other side of the bed being completely empty of your usual figure.

Actually, he would have remained resting even if your side of the bed was cold because here you were, standing above him, shaking his arm violently and calling his name which was slowly but surely enough increasing in pitch until he was certain he was going mad. He would’ve exchanged a cold bed over this any day.

Yoongi groaned into the pillow and tried to shake you off because it was too early and too loud to hear your voice at this ungodly hour of the day but you were persistent and soon enough you were shrieking so loudly that he couldn’t possibly endure or even ignore you any longer

“In the nicest way possible” Yoongi croaked, cracking one eye open to glare at you, his lips pursing together tightly in a very well shot scowl, “Can you fuck off?”

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I didn’t have this feeling before because I didn’t know any different. I didn’t know what it was like to have you in my life, and now that you’re gone, I’m left with what I started with, and now that’s just not enough.
—  n.k.//8:23

If your loved one has a mental illness pls be supportive and understanding!!! Don’t make them feel like shit for things they can’t control or for not doing as much as other people, because they are doing their best and their best should be enough for you 

You hear news from the east of entire towns fading away in the mist, never to be heard or seen again. It slowly creeps. Towns scramble to raise all of the buildings and create walkways. It works for some time, however towns still need to trade with each other. You’ve been tasked with walking the ground with a large cart full of item. There are countless undead roaming the streets. They pour mist from their mouths. The mist is slowly rising.

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Can we talk about Nicaise living and Laurent picking up his offer to buy his contract (you know he’s try to be a friend first instead and Nicaise would be all no fuck u I can handle myself)

Nicaise having all the freedom of before with none of the pain, getting to start freely and openly exploring his sexuality by flirting with and teasing Laurent, without the slightest risk of Laurent actually trying to fuck him

Laurent and him slowly getting close enough to talk, about the regent and what he did, about sex and relationships and what they should be. About how very proud Laurent is of Nicaise and how much he adores him.

Damen carefully keeping an eye on him and subtly whisking him out of harms way when he pushes someone too far, basically fulfilling the ‘touch him the wrong way and d i e’ threatening dad role

Them discovering that he has a head for strategy and slowly transitioning from a pet to an advisor, casting off the contract but never the jewels or the attitude

He could’ve had such a lovely future :( Everything he deserved :(

“My heart was hammering against my ribs, and the air around my face was full of a fine gray dust that gave me an irresistible urge to cough. I risked a look over my shoulder, and was in time to see the longboat being hoisted aboard ship. Of Ian and his two captors, there was no sign.
The gunport closed silently as I watched, and the rope that held the anchor slithered up, streaming water. The ship turned slowly, seeking wind. The air was light and the sails barely puffed, but even that was enough. Slowly, then faster, she was moving toward the open sea. By the time Jamie had reached my roosting place, the ship had all but vanished in the thick cloudbank that obscured the horizon.
“Jesus” was all he said when he reached me, but he clutched me hard for a moment. “Jesus.”
He let go then, and turned to look out over the sea. Nothing moved save a few tendrils of slow- floating mist. The whole world seemed stricken with silence; even the occasional cries of the murres and shearwaters had been cut off by the cannon’s boom.
The gray rock near my foot showed a fresh patch of lighter gray, where shot had struck off a wide flake of stone. It was no more than three feet above the crevice where I had taken refuge.
“What shall we do?” I felt numbed, both by the shock of the afternoon, and by the sheer enormity of what had happened. Impossible to believe that in less than an hour, Ian had disappeared from us as completely as though he had been wiped off the face of the earth. The fogbank loomed thick and impenetrable, a little way off the coast before us, a barrier as impassible as the curtain between earth and the underworld.”
Voyager
Diana Gabaldon

“—Dios mío —fue todo lo que dijo estrechándome con fuerza—. Dios mío.
Luego se volvió hacia el mar. Nada se movía, salvo unos jirones de niebla.
—¿Qué vamos a hacer? —pregunté. Me sentía aturdida. Parecía imposible que, en menos de una hora, Ian hubiera desaparecido como barrido de la faz de la tierra. Mi mente insistía en repasar las imágenes: la niebla que se levantaba en los contornos de la isla, la súbita aparición del bote, los hombres caminando por las rocas y el cuerpo larguirucho del adolescente bamboleándose como un muñeco desarticulado.
Jamie tenía la cara rígida y profundas arrugas entre la nariz y la boca. —No sé —dijo—. ¡Maldita sea, no sé qué hacer!”
Viajera
Diana Gabaldon 


hey so i’m getting into hbowar and it’s one of the better things that’s ever happened to me so could you please reblog/like this if you post stuff about band of brothers, the pacific, and maybe generation kill(i haven’t watched it yet so idk)? i’ll follow you if you do

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