this is a precious sight

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the lip reach

barasuma  asked:

SAJEONNNNNNNNNN

Anon: HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JUNGKOOK’S 3 MINUTES LONG VIDEO

Anon: sajeon-nim i hope you’re doing fine after watching that golden closet film in tokyo💕

I’ve been busy with some freelancer work today, was a bit behind on fandom stuff until I saw Korean fans freaking out. I went in not knowing what to expect and I think, more than anything, I was emotionally caught off guard. I know that I joked about “knowing better” than to expect anything from Jungkook, but I was wrong. It was like a punch to the gut. I was awestruck. And just…

First thoughts? This is a labor of love. The production in this is amazing; every individual frame is beautiful. The details, down to the choice in song, are stunning. And in the center of it is Jimin.

Another Korean fan said this (and I’m sure it’s obvious to everybody), but I want to repeat it. KM may have the same theme in both their videos, but the key difference is their focus. Jimin’s focus was “us.” Jungkook’s focus was “you.”

And I think that was what was why it was so emotionally charged. You can feel Jungkook’s love for Jimin. This entire video is through his eyes, and at the end of each important shot was what - or who - mattered the most. This trip wasn’t just to see the sights and have fun. It was about spending precious time with a loved one. And Jimin is so loved.

casablancamarina said: Share with us how km shipper there holding up. Its been rollercoaster week for us ji/kookies ❤️                  

Nobody is sleeping. It’s a mess in Korea right now. Group hugs and tears all around.

Anon: sajeon-nim are you officially down            

I’m throwing in the towel, anon. It was a good fight.                 

baby, my baby | 07

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  2.9 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy! the series is on hold for now.

part one ↠ ↠ previous part ↠ part seven part eight

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BTS Reaction to you cuddling up to them in your sleep-

(for anon)


Jin-

Originally posted by seokjinies

As Jin had already woken up for the day and was on his phone still in comfortable in bed, he felt you unconsciously swing your arm around his waist and pull yourself closer to his body. He turned over slowly to look at the precious sight in front of him and blushed while brushing hair out of your face. “So, so precious.” He whispered. 


Suga-

Originally posted by meanyoongis

As Yoongi was finding it particularly difficult to fall asleep that night, he tossed and turned in annoyance. And while in your deep slumber, you snuggled closer to his side, wanting skin to skin contact and warmth. He felt your body pushed up against him before he threw his arm around you and held you tighter to him. Falling into an amazing sleep.


J-Hope-

Originally posted by ttaegiis

Hoseok and you were in the middle of watching a movie together when you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. You were getting slightly cold in your slumber and wrapped both of your arms around Hosoek’s torso, cuddling yourself close to him. He looked down in surprise when he felt you holding him tighter and smiled widely, resting his head on top of yours. “Sleep tight, baby.” 


Rap Mon-

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Namjoon was finally able to crawl in bed after a long day and sighed with total relief when his back hit the mattress. He then felt your body cuddle closer to his, as you subconsciously wanted him to hold you. He smiled that sweet dimpled smile and placed a soft kiss on your head before wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you to him “Night lovely.”


Jimin-

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jimin let out a sigh of love and contentness when you cuddled close to him during your sleep. He pulled the sheets up higher, above your shoulders and continued to stare at you with love. “How’d I get you?”


V-

Originally posted by mvssmedia

As Taehyung finished up writing letters to his fans in bed, he felt you move closer to him in an attempt to cuddle. “Baby I didn’t know you were still awa-” He looked down to find you peacefully asleep. He couldn’t help but blush before setting his pen and paper down, turning off the lamp, and holding you tightly to him as he fell asleep.


Jungkook-

Originally posted by boyfriendjungkookie

Jungkook was right in the middle of falling asleep when he felt you pull yourself closer to his body. He looked down at your sleeping face and craned his neck a little before giving you a kiss on your nose. “Sleep good, sweet baby.”

“Why doesn’t he care?” 13.06 Finale.

 Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst & slight Fluff

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by bwipsul

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was patiently waiting for Taehyung’s arrival, and in the mean time I had changed into a black oversized hoodie which hid my baby bump completely. I didn’t want to let him see just yet, there were a few things I needed to confirm. A few things that I needed to know before I could make the decision to let him know. 

My doorbell sounded, and I took that as a signal to prepare myself before opening the door. Once I had opened the door, I looked him in the eyes momentarily before gesturing him in. For the first time in so long I finally got to see him again. Aside from his hair colour and style, he hasn’t changed one bit, he’s still as handsome as ever, his eyelids still slightly uneven - but I’ve always loved his eyes. We just stood there in the hallway not knowing what to do, until I plucked up the courage to finally say.

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just Soft bucky things to make u wanna actually pass out 10x

  • bucky gettin his hair brushed which he finds is actually relaxing once he gets past the initial :/// of having things near his head, so sometimes he’ll just sit on the floor in front of whoever’s closest and they’ll brush his hair and it’s veyry Nice™
  • falling asleep curled up on the couch which should be Difficult because bucky is not smol but he fits so he just burrows under the blanket that’s usually left on the back of the sofa and can be asleep in minutes. clint once sat on him thinking that bucky was just a huge pile of blankets. that did not go well. clint was apologizing for weeks even though he was the one with the dislocated shoulder. no one sits on the couch anymore when bucky’s nowhere to be found. they just assume he’s curled up there. 
  • flowers. so many flowers. bucky apparently loves them so when steve buys them a house (bc of course he does lol) he makes sure there’s enough space in the backyard for a garden. ((maybe against his better judgment he doesn’t tell mention that bucky used to love flowers Before everything happened. because he doesn’t want bucky to subconsciously change his feelings/reactions based on What Used to Be. still, he secretly marvels about the fact that after all this time, bucky still lights up at the sight of pretty roses. it’s precious))
  • bucky has a thing for mittens. he’s not even sure why but once, at the nursing home (where he visits sometimes; they get a real kick out of him there for some reason), one of the elderly lady’s knitted him a pair to keep his metal hand warm after he touched her accidentally one day and made her cold. he’d felt bad about it for so long until she gave him a pair of mittens for his birthday as a surprise and told him to stop pouting and looking at her like he stepped on her dog. he barely takes them off now and when he does, they sit right next to the hat the old lady taught him to knit for himself. it’s their thing and he loves it.

soft bucky is the only good thing left on this dying earth thank u this has been a PSA

Title: Just Purr-fect
A/N: i finally wrote something for the cat au ayyyye

Three.  Three cats. Thomas had three cats when he wanted only one.

Oops.

Granted, Logan originally was meant to be an only cat. He was the lone calm cat sitting by a window at the shelter, and was the only one to headbutt Thomas’s hand when he presented it.

Roman came next, soaking wet and covered in cardboard when he scratched at the door in the middle of a thunderstorm.  The tiger stripe kitten barely weighed anything and sucked down a bottle of kitten formula and asked for more when Thomas gave it to him.

Patton came last, but he came by Thomas’s own choice.  The kitten claimed him when he went over to Talyn’s house and the rest was history.  Thomas loved all three of them, and they were completely adorable, but come on!  Three?!

Thomas couldn’t help but still have these thoughts four months after getting Patton.  He grabbed three cans of food from the designated Cat Food Cabinet and popped the tops off, emptying the contents into any of the three bowls.  Logan always used the green bowl with the fish on it while Roman preferred the red one that was shaped like a cat head and Patton used the yellow one with cats and yarn balls on it.

The sound of cans opening was enough to call the cats. Logan could be heard hopping down from his fish tank viewing spot and Roman darted in from Thomas’s bedroom. But…Patton didn’t come running? Furrowing his brow, Thomas went to the door and opened it up, thinking he’d forgotten about letting Pat go outside.

He spotted a flash of yellow across the street and sighed in relief.  “Pat! Patpatpatpatpat!  Food time!”

The cat let out a meow and came jogging across the street with…something in his mouth.  

“No!  Drop whatever that is, Pat!  No kills in the h-“  Thomas stopped short when he realized what exactly was in Patton’s mouth: a little black kitten.  Patton gingerly set the kitten down at Thomas’s feet, sitting back and staring up at his human before letting out a drawn-out meow.  

Thomas picked up the kitten, checking it over.  The kitten cried when he touched it’s backleg, recoiling and stretching out the other direction.  Thomas gave a coo and held the kitten to his chest, shooing Patton inside and slamming the door shut as he headed to his car.


Four!  Four cats! Thomas had four cats, now, and one had a cast on its hindleg!  

“OK, in the crate you go…” Thomas said as sweetly as he could, gently placing the little black kitten inside the crate he’d just bought. Inside, he’d laid down a fleece blanket, a cotton baby blanket, a small, shallow box to act as a litterbox, and a small woven basket of plush toys and jingly bells.  

The kitten cried out when Thomas set him down, making the man fear he’d hurt him.  But, once sat down, the kitten slunk over to the corner of the crate and laid down, glaring at Thomas.  

“I know, I know, that’s gotta be embarrassing…” Thomas said with a snicker.  He stood up and tried to shut the door, but was cut off by the quick flash of orange. “Pat, no!”  

Patton sniffed the kitten’s bandages and nudged the leg with his nose, making the kitten retract its foot.  With that, Patton laid down.

“Patton, I know you wanna help, but the kitten needs to rest…” Thomas tried to reason, reaching in and pulling out the cat.  “Go sit with Lo or go find Ro…”

Patton let out a pitiful mew and slunk along the side of the crate, eyeing Thomas the whole time as he sat down beside the kitten and flopped on his side.  Thomas side and shook his head, leaving Pat to his own devices.  


Later that evening, Thomas found Patton exactly where he’d left him.  The kitten, however, had moved.  And the basket.  

Toys were strewn about the crate, and the basket was on its side with the kitten curled up inside.  The basket was dragged close to the walls of the crate, just close enough that one of Patton’s paws could reach inside and hold down the handle.  

The sight was so precious, but it had to be disturbed. So, with the pop of a can, Patton jumped up and followed Thomas into the kitchen.  Once all three cats were fed, Thomas prepared a bottle of formula. Apparently, the little kitten wasn’t even five weeks old.

Bottle feeding a kitten was difficult.  Bottle feeding a kitten with a broken leg?  Nearly impossible.  

“Sit…sit still…please, stay still.  You need – you need foo – You little!”

The kitten darted around the table.  He was surprisingly fast for having to drag a cast.  Thomas snatched him by the scruff and plopped him on his belly, holding on gently to the neck.  He’d only done this a few times, so each time was difficult. Nevertheless, Thomas pushed the bottle to the kitten’s mouth and…

……

“You know, you have to put forth some effort, now.”

……

………

“Any day, now.”

The kitten eyed him, a look that Thomas would call a glare on his face.  Groaning, Thomas gently squeezed the bottle’s sides to make some of the liquid come out. He ran his thumb over the kitten’s throat to make him swallow, and slowly but surely, the bottle’s contents started to go down.

“You’re gonna be impossible, aren’t you?”

The kitten started to purr, slowly blinking.  He finally started to latch on to the bottle when Patton jumped up on the table.  Patton laid down and propped himself up against Thomas’s arm, rolling on his back and rubbing his head on the man’s arm.  

“In a minute, buddy,” Thomas said, dipping down quickly to kiss the cat’s head.  

Finally done with the bottle, Thomas got up to get a towel. The kitten was such a messy eater; he was covered in formula.  But, when Thomas turned back to clean the cat, Patton was doing that job for him. The kitten mewed and cried gently, raising a paw to grab ahold of Patton as the orange cat licked him clean.

“Alright, that’ll work,” Thomas said with a laughed, reaching down to pet them both.  He sat down and pet the two cats, rolling his eyes when Roman hopped up and demanded attention as well.  He looked at the kitten and watched him swat at Roman and roll around.  “…You’re gonna need a name…”

The name “Virgil” came to mind, and when Thomas spoke it, the kitten sneezed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Virgil sneezed once more.

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Bad Days

In which Harry and Y/N are a little too busy for loving


Y/N was tired, stressed, frustrated, miserable and lonely, she really shouldn’t be feeling lonely. Y/N has the best boyfriend, anyone would be lucky to have someone like him, but he came with a baggage, she knew this was going to happen. She knew he would be busy and his world couldn’t revolve around her, she didn’t expect it to, but she felt like was no longer a priority in his life.

With Harry gone doing promos for Dunkirk and his album and on top of that Y/N has her studies with finals right around the corner, she couldn’t remember the last time they spent a decent amount of time together, apart from when they were asleep.

“H, are you home lovely?” Y/N called as she walked into their shared flat but of course she got no response. She wasn’t surprised she expected this, but however she was disappointed. She really just needed a cuddle or two right about now.

A loud sigh escaped Y/N’s lips as she trudged into the kitchen to make herself a cuppa to calm her nerves after such a tiring day.

“Petal, didn’t hear yeh come in” Harry stated as he walked into the kitchen to find his girlfriend.

A loud shriek left Y/N’s mouth as she turned to find Harry staring at her with an amused look on his face due to her reaction. “I didn’t expect you to be home” Y/N grumbled as she shot him a dirty glare which he didn’t quite catch.

“No need t’ be grumpy now pet” Harry muttered as he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulled her closer.

Y/N let out a loud huff in response. She really wasn’t in the mood for Harry to be calling her grumpy, she felt angry. Who was he to be calling her grumpy she thought to herself, and maybe he would know why she all grumpy if he was home.

“What’s got yeh all grumpy anyway pet?” Harry questioned as he placed a soft kiss to her neck

“Well maybe if you were home more you would know” Y/N snapped back while shrugging Harry’s arms off of her body.

“Hey now, tha’s not fair yeh know how it is for me” Harry calmly spoke, he didn’t want to fight, he hadn’t spent a fair amount of time with his girl in weeks and all he wanted to do right now was curl up with her and sleep.

“I’m not in the mood for this.” Y/N muttered as she stormed out of the room.


A frustrated sigh left Harry’s lips as he rubbed his hands over face. He knew he had been neglecting her due to all the promos he’d been doing but he thought she understood, he thought she was okay with it, he’d assume she would’ve let him know if otherwise.

Harry let out a loud groan as he dug the palm of his hands into his eyes, he’s been so tired and frustrated, he really didn’t want this and he doubt he even has the energy to handle fighting with his girl right now.

Harry was overwhelmed, he’s been so overwhelmed with work, he barely got time to sleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full eight hours of rest. He’s on the verge of a break down, he can feel it and all he needs right now is Y/N’s comfort but he knew there was no way he was getting that, not anytime soon at least.

Harry let out a load groan as he grabbed the cuppa Y/N had made for herself and dragged himself up the stairs in an attempt to apologize to Y/N


“Y/N, baby?” Harry softly called as he walked into the bedroom to find his girl curled up under their sheets asleep with her face nuzzled into his pillow. A small smile played upon Harry’s lips as he admired the precious sight before him.

Harry gently placed the cup of tea on Y/N’s bedside table. Harry began tugging off his pants and removing his shirt before slipping into bed with Y/N as he was careful not to wake her.

Harry could feel Y/N stirring beside him as slowly and carefully climbed into the bed. 

“H?” Y/N questioned her voice laced with sleep as she squinted her eyes trying to adjust her eyesight.

“S’just me pet” Harry rasped as he laid next to her. He carefully reached out to her signaling her to scoot over to him, he was thankful she obeyed as she curled into his side.

“I’m sorry about being such a bitch H, it’s just there’s so much going on and I haven’t seen you in forever, you’re what keeps me sane and pull me through all this but you weren’t here to help.” 

“Awh petal, yeh know I love yeh, yeh’re such a strong girl, my strong girl” Harry cooed

“I love you too” Y/N replied as she pressed a chaste kiss on Harry’s shoulder.

“M’ sorry f’ not being her f’ yeh pet, s’just work s‘been a lot lately and m’ so overwhelmed with the album and Dunkirk release around the corner” 

“Baby, I’m so proud of you H, look at how much you’ve done for yourself and how far you’ve come”

“What if it’s not good enough, what if people say I’m not good enough?” Harry worriedly questioned.

“Oh H, you could have an entire movie made with you saying the worlds umpa lumpa for 2 hours straight and I’d still be proud.”

A loud chuckle erupted from Harry’s lips and it was like music to Y/N’s ears.

“I’ve missed that laugh” Y/N said as she looked up at Harry with her eyes filled with love and adoration

“And I’ve missed you” Harry muttered as he pressed his lips against Y/N’s.


Hello lovelies feedback would be much appreciated as always 

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Eyes Closed ;; Tom Holland

a/n: AHHHHHHHHHH IM SCREAMING BECAUSE BROOOOOO THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR SO LONG AND IM JUST NOW WRITING IT AHHHHHHH. but on another note, lemme know what you think!! please!!

summary: tom and the reader are roommates and he has to close his eyes to help her out in certain situations

warnings: uhhh mentionings of nudity and some foul language

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“Thomas!” I yell from the bathroom, hiding my bare, cold, and wet body from behind the shower curtain.

God this was so embarrassing, but an honest mistake as well. My face started to heat up, my mind making up scenarios and the things Tom would say. He’d probably think I’m a major dumbass and who wants to live with a dumbass? Idiots. And Tom is not an idiot so therefor, after this is finished with, I am expecting him to start boxing up his stuff or something.

“Y/N? What’s up, is something wrong?” I hear his concerned voice muffled behind the closed door.

A soft smile is brought to my face at the sound of him, but I hurry to answer his question, “I’m fine, just forgot my towel on my bed. Can you like, I don’t know…”

There’s a brief silence between us and I hear his lighthearted chuckle, “You want me to bring it in there for you, Y/N?”

“I’m that much of a trouble?”

“Not at all, darling.” I listen to his footsteps fade away and then another light knock against the door, “I’m coming in, my hand is over my eyes so I won’t see you.”

I peek from behind the curtain and hold my hand out. The doorknob twists and he opens the door. It hits the door stopper and he walks in. I can’t help but let out a little giggle at how adorable he was acting. I’m glad he let me have my privacy and that he didn’t seemed phased by this. I grab the towel and thank him, our hands brushing in the midst of him handing off the towel.

“You’re great, T.” I smile, drying myself off from behind the curtain.

I hear him shut the door then on the other side of it say, “I’ve always wanted to hear you say that about me!”

;;

“Shit.”

Well actually, not really, more like piss but whatever. I’m still stuck on the toilet with no toilet paper. Why am I always stuck in this situation, and why do I always drag Tom into them? By this point, he probably doesn’t care, but I always feel so guilty afterwards.

“Tom!” I yell his name, setting my elbows on my knees in an effort to lean closer to the door. No response, “Thomas Stanley!”

Quick footsteps sound and they make their way closer to the door until it swings open, Tom appearing on the doorframe right in front of me, “Sorry love what’s up-“

“Tom! Get out what the fuck!”

The door slams as I grab the hem of the oversized sweater was wearing and tried to hide myself with it. My face burns with embarrassment, knowing all too well that he saw more than either of us wanted. I hold my head in my hands, mortified. Man, I need to start locking the door.

“I am-” Tom sighs from the other side of the door, “so stupid. And so so so sorry, Y/N.”

I breathe out a laugh, letting go of the sweater, “Your not stupid, it’s fine.”

“What did you need, darling?”

“Uhhh, toilet paper. Sorry.” I chuckle, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was walk back in to the bathroom with me still sitting on the toilet.

“Alright, I’ll close my eyes this time. I promise.” he says, the smile on his face was evident in his voice.

The door handle twists again and I pull my shirt down again, just in case. His entire arm is thrown across his eyeslids this time as he holds out the toilet paper. I snatch it and he quickly turns around, blindly finding the door and walking out. It was a hilariously precious sight, and so nice knowing that I had at least a little dignity left.

“Thank you! I love you!” I call, tearing off some of the paper, the ripping sounding like angels singing.

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to deliver toilet paper to anyone other than you.”

;;

“Arrghhh!” I groan, throwing my arms down at my sides and stomping my foot in frustration, “This is why I should always wear sports bras.”

The clasp on the back of my bra was stuck and wouldn’t come undone. I would try and pull it over my head, but being that this is my nicest one, I wasn’t willing to risk damaging it. I look at the time on the stove and huff before throwing my arms behind my back again and struggling miserably, again. I should probably head back to my bedroom instead of standing in the middle of the kitchen with no shirt. But alas, the flat door opened and in followed Tom.

And like any sensible girl does when she’s only wearing a bra, I collapsed to the ground, hiding behind the kitchen island.

“Tom!”

“Y/N? Why are you broached behind the island?” he laughs, confused by my hiding.

“Uh,” I mumble, trying to think of a reasonable excuse but none are believable, so, i just blurt, “I’m not wearing a shirt and I can’t unhook my bra. Help?”

“My eyes are already closed, love.”

I rise slowly from the ground, watching him navigate his way towards me by touching everything. I guide him, and finally he’s behind me. His fingers cold against my hot skin, causing goosebumps to rise as he fiddles with the clasp.

“Oh, lacey? Who were trying to impress, Y/N?” he hums teasingly, playing with some of the small ruffles on the straps.

“I thought your eyes were closed, hmm? Don’t be a peeping Tom now, Tom.” I laugh at my own pun and can practically sense Tom rolling his eyes at my terrible comment.

“They are love, I’m a man of my word, I can feel the lace though.” He says, his breath hitting the back of my neck, causing a slight shiver to go down my spine, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Myself.” I state matter-of-factly.

“Atta girl.” he chuckles, finally twisting the clasp free.

“Wow, you must have experience, Holland.” I chuckle, wondering how in the world he unhooked it with his eyes closed.

“Well,” he mumbles, eyes still closed as I start to walk away, “I may have peeked once or twice. And the blue looks nice on you I must say.”

“Thomas!” I squeal, running back to my room and shutting the door behind me.

Lucky

For the anon whom I promised Niall fluff to the other day: this is my gift to you. ❤️



“But Niall, look at her!

You were cradling your newborn baby girl in your arms as you looked at your husband, distress coloring your features. Your baby was fast asleep in your arms—she had your lips and Niall’s nose, and a mixture of both your stubbornness.

She was a tough baby, in the sense that it had been incredibly difficult to get her used to any kind of sleep schedule. She cried at all hours of the night and had a very difficult temperament at that time, so you took the whole “when baby’s sleeping mom should be sleeping” thing very seriously.

You had to admit, caring for a baby was difficult. You and Niall had never felt exhaustion like it before—you had been sleeping in no more than three hour increments for the past two months, and it was all catching up to you. You had bags under your eyes like never before, and sometimes it took everything you had inside of you to keep up a simple conversation. Sometimes you would walk into the kitchen, baby in your arms, and catch your husband half-asleep as he brewed the coffee.

It took it’s toll on the both of you, but it was completely worth it.

“C’mon babe, give’er to me,” Niall reached for the baby in your arms, causing you to huff stubbornly.

“Don’t wanna,” you complained, cradling her closer to your chest and nuzzling your nose against the top of her sleeping baby head.

You had been cooped up in the house ever since your daughter had been born. It had been two months since you stepped foot out of your home—you gave your one hundred percent into motherhood, and you were getting the hang of taking care of your baby for sure. But there were times when Niall would have to kindly remind you to shower, or make you eat something before going to sleep because you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

You were drained, and it had been so long since you’d done something for yourself. Which is why Niall had scheduled this brunch with one of your best friends.

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BTS Reaction to seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you

Anon Requested:  Can I get a BTS reaction to them coming in and seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you please? Thank you in advanced 😄😄😄😊💕

I hope you like this ♥ & my apologies for having such short reactions on this omg


Jungkook: Jungkook would be shocked at first but be pleasantly surprised that you felt affection for something that he had gotten you such a long time ago. The smile would grow the longer he looked at the cute little scene in front of him. 

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


Taehyung: Taehyung had just got into bed when he noticed the small brown bear curled up in your arms, he scooted closer trying to see it properly in the dim light and smiled lightly once he realized it was the bear he had won you on your guys’ first date.

Originally posted by jiminarmy


Jimin: This little sunshine boy wouldn’t be able to keep his smile hidden when he saw you on the couch with the little plush animal laying on your chest with your hand limply laying on top of it. His heart would honestly swell ten times in size because the sight was just so precious to him.

Originally posted by bwipsul


Jhope: “Aww!” Hoseok couldn’t help but say loudly causing you to stir in your sleep. He’d quickly slap a hand over his mouth hushing any more sounds to unexpectedly come out of him before he decided to snap the photo of you and your plushie in your arms.

Originally posted by chimchams


Namjoon: He’d honestly be so shocked upon seeing the sight in front of him that he had to call over Jimin who was just walking past his bedroom. “Woah Jimin! Look at this.” He pointed towards your sleeping picture and Jimin would chuckle. “She still sleeps with stuffed animals?” Namjoon would immediately nudge him, “I won her that months ago, I didn’t know she liked it so much.”

Originally posted by sugaa


Suga: Yoongi didn’t really have an opinion on seeing you sleep with the small stuffed bunny he bought you for the past valentine’s day. He thought it was cute but didn’t see the need for sleeping with it when you had him to sleep with.

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jin: He’d be the weirdest goofball about this. He’d chuckle seeing the little stuffed animal in your arms and walk closer to you, hovering you and end up doing some weird dance whispering. “Look who likes Jin’s plushie, that’s right you do.”

Originally posted by crimsonspeedsterr

new version: dear fellow LGBT+ Christians

The last version wasn’t as clear, and could be misconstrued into a sort of surface level support for q*eer folk. This was not my original intention. Please reblog this one instead, or the add-on on the old post by me which explains it’s intent.

your sexuality and identity are not a burden to God.
your sexuality and identity are not a burden to God.
your sexuality and identity are not a burden to God.
your sexuality and identity are not a burden to God.

your sexuality and identity are NOT a burden to God.


they are means of holiness.
they are means of holiness.
they are means of holiness.

they are means of HOLINESS, created by GOD just the way he INTENDED.

you are PRECIOUS in his sight, just as he made you to be.

Dear sis, don’t get caught up in trying hard to look attractive because everything in that arena is temporary. Attractive in the kingdom is a woman of God who is in love with Jesus, the imperishable beauty of a quiet (meek) and gentle spirit, which is precious in the sight of God.

Blind Side - Chapter 2

Intro | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

You sat on the balcony of your Manhattan apartment, a glass of chilled rosé in your hand. It was a warm summer night, and you had come out to watch the sun set. Not your usual cup of tea, but you had to do something. It had been a week since your encounter in his office, and you still couldn’t get Mr. Thomas W. Hiddleston off your mind.

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Dragon Aesthetic

Fire crackling in the dead of night, smoke slithering and choking its victims, scales chinking like armour, being underestimated, skulls piled high from your previous enemies, a blazing inferno that no one could hope to stop, being famous worldwide, being feared by all who know you, hoarding everything precious in your sight, being worshipped as a god, taking out your rage against the world, the small smell of burning that makes you question your safety, appearing out of nowhere, dramatic entrances and exits, trying to live up to your name but knowing you’ll never make it.