"Why are you trying so hard to change? You’re so much better as yourself” Angst for Taehyung of bts? 💞
You poked at your flaws, and prodded at what you thought was wrong. You didn’t like what you saw, you saw something horrid and nightmare inducing.
Everyday you stared at models in magazines, or actresses/ actors in shows or movies. you envied how they looked so perfect and you wished to be like them, no, you wanted to be them.
“Ugh, i would kill for a body like that” You muttered, not quite aware that Taehyung was stood behind you overhearing everything you just said.
“A body like what?” you jumped.
“Tae! you scared me” you whined, he kissed your nose and smiled, though it faltered slightly.
you both walked around, window shopping and stopped for some chocolate cream coolers that you both adore so much. Except you didnt order one.
“Y/N? How come you didn’t want one?” he said inbetween sips.
“I’m trying to watch my figure” You said without a thought. you heard no further comment from him. He was quiet the entire you were out.
when you both got home and were sat waiting for your show to start, you saw the model you admire most appear on the television. “I wish i was like them, they’re gorgeous” you could hear yourself gush with such admiration.
“I think you’re gorgeous” he kissed you temple softly.
“Are you blind tae? Have you not seen them? they’re perfection” you were to wrapped up in your admiration to realise that Taehyung was putting on his shoes, and his coat.
“I think i’m going to go” he muttered quietly. you grabbed his hand and pulled him back down onto the couch, “What’s wrong?” you asked, not clear about what had happened.
“It’s nothing, I’m just not feeling well” you could sense that it was more than that.
“it’s not that at all, what’s actually wrong tae?” you spoke with your voice light, hiding the fact that you were a little scared.
“You really want to know?” he asked. you nodded your head.
“Why are you trying so hard to change? You’re so much better as yourself” Taehyungs tone was sharp, it was nothing you were used to. you were used to his playful and kid like aura, but this, this was scaring you.
“What do you mean?” you voice remained quiet, while you watched the emotions cross over his face.
“you mean you honestly don’t see what you’re doing?” you just stared blankly at him. he sighed heavily.
“All day you have been saying how you’re watching your figure, or you wish you were this person or that person” he pointed to the television, your head followed.
“You don’t need to change Y/N. Why you want to change is beyond me, you’re beautiful now, you’re beautiful tomorrow and you’ll be beautiful when you’re old. You don’t need to look like them, you don’t need to look like anyone but yourself because it’s you that i love, not them” he sighed again, you couldn’t count on your hands how many times he had sighed at you.
“but i’m not beautiful. I’m plain, I’m ordinary. I’m not vibrantly breath taking.” you stopped.
“I’m just me” You softly uttered in hope of him not hearing you. but he did.
he grabbed you and squeezed you against his chest and kept you there.
“You are beautiful, you are breath taking and you are mine. Nothing makes me happier than to see you smiling or seeing you in your natural state. You’re completely stunning and the fact that you cannot see this, it hurts me more than you’ll know” He breathed.
“I’ve had to stare down guys so they wouldn’t approach you, i had to stop Jimin from stealing you away from me and i had to stop myself from falling too madly in love with you after the first month we dated. I didn’t want to scare you off, but it’s been a year now so listen up.” he took a deep breath and you just sat ther with wide eyes.
“don’t ever say that you want to be someone else. I understand that you may not be happy with yourself, this just makes it my mission to make you feel as beautiful as you are, and its going to be hard because you are so god damn gorgeous” He winked at you and you blushed.
“Seriously though Y/N, don’t try to change yourself. you’re unique and you’re an individual with so many qualities that i’m sure many other people don’t have” he let you go and kissed your forehead.
“If you can’t love yourself for yourself, then love yourself for me” he smiled squarely.
drabbles are open and let me know if this ok or not, i am more than happy to tweek it or change it. thank you for reading! feedback welcome.
Item #92 (IMAGE): It’s the era of streaming media! But you have scads of obsolete technology clogging your closets/attics/garage. Take your old VHS tapes, CD-Roms, decommissioned cell phones, powercords that have nothing to power, and create - and model - a haute couture look worthy of a fashion show. Pose wearing your masterpiece (as if you were a mannequin) in a shop window next to actual mannequins wearing ordinary clothes . - Monica Duff & Olivia Desianti
OR HOW ABOUT PRAISE KINK TELL ME ABOUT DEAN TELLING SAM HE'S SO PRETTY AND SWEET AND CUTE, THINGS THAT SAM NEVER GETS CALLED BECAUSE HE'S SO STUPIDLY BIG AND STRONG BUT DEAN CALLS HIM PRECIOUS AND LOVELY WHILE THEY'RE LYING IN BED AND SAM FEELS ALL SHIVERY AND GOOD INSIDE AND ENDS UP JUST HUMPING DEAN'S HIP WHILE HE PANTS AGAINST HIS NECK AND DEAN PETS HIS HAIR AND KEEPS WHISPERING SWEET NOTHINGS IN HIS EAR UNTIL SAM COMES. NOTHING IN THIS WAS A QUESTION BUT AT LEAST THERE WAS KINK THIS TIME.
hi!!! i just wrote some praise kink in the latest chapter of TCV, though it’s Sam praising Dean. ;)
but picture it, right?
nights where the weather is cooling down and chicago’s preparing for sweaters and socks again. construction on the streets keeps going, just to hurry before winter, even though the same section of 18th street will always be in a state of repair. papel picado starts showing up in shop windows. the museum rolls out their marketing for their annual dia de los muertos exhibit.
a particular night where there’s not much to do. nothing on tv. no book interesting enough to read.
their bed has a pull on them, a certain sway, and even though Sam isn’t tired, Dean is there, and that’s good enough for him. they lie close together, on their sides, facing each other. Dean comments on how much this seems like a sleepover–should they play truth or dare?
sheets rustle. bare feet bump together. and Sam kisses Dean.
this should shut him up.
of course, it doesn’t.
hands card through Sam’s hair. their window’s open and the ceiling fan works overtime to replace the air conditioning, now turned off. it’s cool, but still humid.
Sam had a glass of red wine with dinner. Dean laps at the bittersweet taste as he kisses Sam rough and commanding. but then he switches gears. takes a break. his kisses soften. his hips grind against Sam’s in a languid, aching pace. words slip out of Dean’s mouth as careful as his fingertips pressed against Sam’s jaw line–lovely. fine. wanted and needed.
originally for ml fandom week day 4: character-centric. words: 2093.
warnings: mentions of blood, illness, and violence.
not post-hawkmoth. where akumas exhibit more than just anger. ladrien (you may have to squint).
Adrien doesn’t remember exactly when he’d traded black in for white.
Sure, it felt almost sinfully good- the lack of expectations, the freedom to fly around at all hours without random Parisians or tourists stopping to snap pictures of him for some obscure blog post- but the fluttering of the akuma in his silver bell did nothing to alleviate the ache that had rested in his chest since time immemorial.
This here is Madeline aka the shopaholic. She has spent more time window shopping in Lumiose than actual traveling and packed with more clothes than necessities, Madeline seems more prepared for a getaway vacation rather than a actual journey.
Despite this, she’s a pretty decent trainer, and has made her way around with little to no problems
Here’s a look into my current sneaker rotation for the month of August. As the end of summer approaches I share with you a few gems that I’ve been sporting for the last month. Starting off with my favorite Air Jordan silhouette aside from the cement 3′s (sidetone: top 5 Air Jordan of all time) I have a huge appreciation for detail and quality suede. The Aqua 8′s are a streetwear necessity which is why whenever I sport mine it’s usually with a pair of joggers and a graphic tee.
Keeping things simple and classic is an art of mine so whenever I’m off to work or just doing some window shopping on the weekends the Nike Tennis Classic are always my go to sneaker. Built for comfort and made to withstand long walks across the city. The upper and midsole are both perforated which will help alleviate any sweat build up and to top it off a grained sole designed for better grip.
Now I’ve always been a fan of Vans and sometimes a classic pair of the Sk8 Hi’s are essentials to your wardrobe. Whether you’re a skateboarder, into streetwear culture, or just enjoy the pleasure of a versatile sneaker the Sk8 Hi’s are quintessential to any individual’s wardrobe. Stay tuned for more sneaker rotation posts to come. Stay classy ladies and gents!!!
“Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned–in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?” - Virginia Woolf
Washington, D.C., circa 1921. “Whistle Bottling Works. Woolworth window.” An elaborate dime-store window display for Whistle orange soda, “the food drink.” National Photo Company Collection glass negative.
Dreams are a tricky thing. They twist and alter everything. Time and space has no meaning. You can be at a certain place and at the same time somewhere else. Even in another time. The most impossible things seem to be completely normal.
In his dream Sherlock sees a woman. A bride wearing her wedding dress. Standing on a balcony. The bride is aiming her weapons at the street below. Shooting randomly?
The bride doesn’t aim for people … she hits a loaf of bread.
Does the bride aim at the shop window of the bakery?
Sometimes a street with a bakery is called Backer Street.
Is the bride … the wife … aiming at Baker Street?
DREAMS ARE TRICKY AND SOME PEOPLE BAKE THEIR OWN BREAD
what camera do you use to take pics? your pics look HQ! and how do you manipulate the lighting like that? let your sisters know!
Canon 550D and for the lighting on most of them I use my old iPhone and my current iPhone and stick small different coloured gel sheets onto the flashlights of them which gives it the pretty colours ! then i just face the coloured flashlights towards the subject (which is usually myself ..) while the camera is on a timer ! The flashlight thing is a good technique for quick portable lighting ! in some other pics tho ive used traffic lights and neon signs in shop windows as lighting .. queen of creativity 💋
Admin S Warning: None A/N:I had a little fun with this. Words: 972
Mark and you decided it’d be nice to go to the mall this
evening since, well, you had nothing better to do anyways. Mark finally had a
week off and that meant he was all yours for that week. You made him promise.
Not that it was hard to agree to it.