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Omg!!!! Dad!!!! Meet the parents w badboy tae and him saying the corniest shit like!!!!! "What can you offer our son" "Nothing" !!!!!" If he asked for the world I'd bring him the stars and the galaxies"

“You cheated.” 

Taehyung pouts as his hand nervously pull at the sleeves of his sweater. Yoongi’s parents had been asking about his boyfriend for weeks now and they were finally tired of his same old “Oh Taehyung is busy” excuses. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Yoongi totally does know. 

There’s a small smirk on his face as he opens the door to his house. It was the first time he saw Taehyung so nervous over something it was just so funny to him. The brave and tough Kim Taehyung with a fucking tattoo on his face of sweating through his jacket all because he was meeting Yoongi’s parents. Yoongi wants to actually laugh. 

“You know damn well what i’m talking about. You can’t ask me to meet your parents when my dick is in your mouth. I would agree to literally everything with your mouth on my dick.” 

Of course Yoongi’s father and mother choose to walk in right at that moment and by the look on their faces they heard exactly what the two were talking about. 

“Mom, dad, this is Taehyung.” 

“So you’re dating someone with no future. No wonder you never brought him home.” 

Yoongi’s eyes widen and he quickly turns to hold Taehyung back as soon as his father’s words leave his mouth. Taehyung instantly goes into fight mode.


“So Taehung. What can you offer my son?” 

Really no one knows how they’ve managed to move to the living room to sit on the couches without Taehyung killing someone but damn is Yoongi’s father really trying his luck now. Taehyung stiffens and Yoongi laces their fingers together to try and calm him down. 

“It’s Taehyung and i can offer him anything he wants.” 

This makes Yoongi’s father raise an eyebrow.


“Yes, anything. The fucking moon is his if he wants it. The stars, my entire wallet, every cloud in the sky.” Taehyung smirks. “I would offer him great dick but he’s already getting that so anything else he wants it’s his.” 

Finally Yoongi’s dad laughs. 

“I like you. By now any other guy would have ran out the door, Yoongi needs someone that will be able to hold their ground.” 

Yoongi’s mother smiles and giggles too as they both hold their hands out for Taehyung to shake. Yoongi’s father squeezes Taehyung’s hand extra hard. 

“Welcome to the family, mention your dick and my sons name in the same sentence in front of me again and i’ll kick your ass okay?” 

“Oh that’s pretty what does it mean?” 

There’s a look of awe on Yoongi’s mothers face as she touches her finger to the new moon tattoo Taehyung had right under his ear. Yoongi lets a small smile grace his lips. 

“It’s for Yoongi. He’s my moon, i’m the sun always following him because i love him.” 

mjalti replied to your post “marigold & poppy ������”

i’ve never had apple tea that sounds so yummy ALSO i used to dip in shakes n ice cream lmao

apple tea is so beautiful. i have vivid memories of going to a rug shop in in turkey and sipping it while my parents negotiated w the seller. i think its custom for the owners of the shop to give potential buyers apple tea and its just so warm and fruity and sweet and its smells divine. omg i still do that and a lot of my friends call me nasty but like i love it… the saltiness w the sweet just compliment each other so nicely….

well im not old enough to vote yet so i guess my only choice is to shove 13 american flags up my ass and fucking pray


Ladybug and Cat Noir(e) x 1st Year NozoEli

Cat Noire → ♡ → Ladybug
Eli → ♡ → Nozomi

Bonus: Nico runs the LadyBlog and ships LadyNoire

Being an Arab, I can imagine Damian kissing his father’s hand at some point (when there’s nobody around-and only at a point where it’s like really emotional) it’s kinda ooc but in Arabian culture it’s common for children to kiss their parents’ hands (or foreheads) to express appreciation and respect.


this competition means more to me than life itself, and not even you are gonna get in my way

We are but a compilation of those who raised us.

When I am told I look like my father,
my stomach clenches
I guess I look like a recipe for unhappiness.

My mother’s favorite insult is
“Keep it up and you’ll become just like your father”
I do not want to become a king-sized bed made for two that has the pillows for one.
I do not want to want to wake up next to my self-loathing.
I do not want my children to see me cry.
I do not want to become a sad excuse for a person.

I have my mother’s impatience and her capacity for knowledge but
I have my father’s nose and thin lips and sometimes my mirror confuses the two of us.

Children with two brown-eyed parents
have a 25% percent chance of having blue eyes
I am told my eyes remind people of the ocean.
I wonder what the chances are that I will not inherit the life my father leads.

—  “When I was 12 I caught my dad cheating on my mom, he never knew that I knew. I never told anyone.” By Lindsay Brooke

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