this has been sitting in my drafts for forever

Boyfriend Namjoon
  • i literally don’t even know where start
  • he’ll always treat like a fucking princess
  • always taking you shopping
  • expensive dinners at a 5 star restaurants
  • you name it  
  • watching conspiracy videos together
  • listening to him ramble on about the conspiracies with his head in your lap and your playing with his hair
  • he is super protective of you
  • always taking huge chunks of time out of his schedule to be with you
  • and whenever he couldn’t he’d be constantly apologizing or find a way to make it up to you
  • leaving you different books that he thinks you’ll like
  • “Hey jagi have you heard this song”
  • sharing headphones in the car
  • any moment could turn sexual
  • like you’ll be and one wrong move and he’s kissing all over your neck with his hands all over your body
  • he loves it when you kiss his nose but will refuse to admit it
  • waking up to random stuff broken
  • “Namjoon!“
  • "I honestly don’t know what happened it’s not my fault tho”
  • accidentally talking till 3am
  • super sweet good morning texts when he’s away
  • he loves to call you “princess or baby girl”
  • his hand never leaves the small of your back
  • watching kdramas together cuddled up next to each other with like 3 blankets and popcorn
  • his hand also never leaves your ass
  • picking out each others outfits is
  • “Namjoon I can’t wear this”
  • both of you making songs about everyday things
  • like you guys would have a cooking song a cleaning song literally everything
  • helping handle the 5 man children
  • when your in public he likes to intertwine your fingers with his
  • and kiss your hand
  • if he’s nervous he’ll play with your fingers
  • after fights he’ll always make it up to you ;)))))
  • and then buy you 3475274 different teddy bears
  • honestly Namjoon would be such a considerate and understanding boyfriend ugh he’s just so sweet just protect him  

Originally posted by jiminrolls

The Not-So-Glamorous Side of Being an Angel

-eating way to much or not enough because you really can’t tell how much this body needs
-a l w a y s t h i r s t y
-“what do you mean I have to wash the vessel AGAIN I just did that 36 hours ago”
-never really adjusting to having to use the bathroom regularly
-saying something that only divines/angels would understand around your human friends and they don’t get it and it makes things awkward
-“should I tell this friend who I really am I mean we’ve been friends for like 10 years and we trust each other with our lives but STILL”
-seeing fictional angels being depicted or described completely inaccurately and getting unreasonably frustrated
-being super clumsy because you can’t quite get the hang of piloting this dumb human body
-lying awake at 3am because you just feel so lonely and empty inside
-“what if my brain is just making all this up and fabricating memories because I subconsciously want to be Different and Special”
-being afraid to have children because you’ve heard nephilim described as “abominations” and you fear you won’t be able to protect them
-running into someone irl and just KNOWING they’re Angelic too and “omg do they realize I am too do they even realize /they/ are wHAT IF THEY KNOW ME”
-being Fallen and wondering if you actually are the bad guy of your story
-having a disability or chronic illness and wondering if it’s because your vessel can’t handle your powerful soul

Just…being an angel isn’t all fun and games.

they say the crown is always heavy but i wonder if they truly know:
how it wears you down like a stone around your neck and leaves you begging for a gulp of air. how it snaps your wings and reins you in, how it takes and takes from you like the most experienced of thieves.
and i wonder if they’ll ever see what the crown really took from me:
my love, my heart, my freedom, whipping past me like the ocean breeze i’m not allowed to get in touch with anymore;
and yet how grateful i am still —
for the countless hungry strangers that try to rob me of this newfound glory i did not ask for, and how they try to decorate their precious crown with the jewels they’ll readily steal from my very veins, red and rich like rubies.
but most of all, i wonder if they realize:
each scar, each fat drop of blood, each tear is a new day their sharpened knives and monstrous teeth have missed my lifeline.

and the crown is still not theirs.
—  long live the king / nikolai 
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i’ve been putting this off for the longest time ever, and i meant to do this at the beginning of this year to celebrate my first anniversary + 1k, but procrastination happened… and now i’m past 2.5k :”) i’m so thankful for every one of you who supported me right from the beginning and even those who’ve just found me, you’re all precious to me!!! i know i’m just a teeny tiny blog compared to all those other HUGE amazing writers out there, but i am grateful for everything nonetheless <3

thank you all so much for reading my works and enduring my trashy thirsty self giving me so much love and encouragement! u all deserve the greatest prize ever for putting up with my constant hiatuses (real life smh) and for always being so patient! every message i receive makes me so grateful, and i hope you will be able to feel my gratitude and appreciation even though sometimes i am bad/ slow at replying and answering to them!! rest assured i will work even harder to bring u all quality stories to enjoy <3

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Mother Sappho, I was never good at hiding
I stare at girls a bit too much for my own good
I hide my true intentions under jokes and too many compliments

I’m tired of hiding
tired of letting opportunities fall from my hands
and me just sitting there, a blushing mess.

But trust me, I’m slowly making my way out.
I carefully make the first step, right foot first,
just like my culture taught me to.

The first few meters are overcalculated and overthought
but between friends smiling encouragingly and playfully teasing me,
I get hungry for more.

“I also like girls”, I say to the first girl I liked
and I only think about it for 2 minutes beforehand
and she’s smiling, and that feels like everything.

Mother Sappho, I’m not saying it loud and clear yet.
It’s easier for me to solve math than come out, but

just let me clear my throat first.

—  Mother Sappho, this heart is finally learning to accept its fate.