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February 9, 1981

Happy 36th Birthday precious snowflake !

Do you ever wonder if bread itself has the option to emerge from the toaster either golden and perfect or burnt and crusty? Like, maybe when it’s lowered into the heated slots it uses that time to just reflect on its life, look back on all the steps that led it here. Bread surely has dark days like we do—getting sliced, discarded, staled, ignored by the anti-gluten sect. That would be enough to darken anyones spirit. Maybe when the toast pops up burnt and crispy, it’s just really, really…sad. Maybe it doesn’t want you to fix it. Maybe it doesn’t want you to scrape off the charred outer crumbs of disappointment with the old butter knife of regret. Maybe, just maybe, if it had wanted to come out golden brown, it would have.

Season 6B:
  • Killian: *angst*
  • Emma, who is usually angsting, or definitely too scared to take big steps in her relationship: oh
  • Emma: let me go canoeing
  • Emma: omfg I love my kid
  • Emma: dumb kid forgot the life jackets
  • Emma: who needs lifejackets?
  • Emma: if Killian finds out we had Poptarts AND didn't wear life jackets he'd kill us omg
  • Emma: Better go home to get the life jackets
  • Killian: *is angsting*
  • Emma: KILLIAN MY FAVE ILY
  • Emma: YOU'RE SO CUTE, DON'T EAT MY WHOLE FACE LOL
  • Emma: wait, what are you hiding? Did you buy a puppy? Cause I've been thinking, a puppy would maybe be something I-
  • Emma: wait
  • Emma: don't be sad, I love you and we're alive and there is no angst in our lives bae
  • Killian: *gallons of angst*
  • Emma: see you later, alligator! <3
  • *several hours later*
  • Killian: *angsting outside the house*
  • Emma, flying down the steps: KILLIAN
  • Emma: I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU FOR 4 HOURS I MISSED YOU
  • Emma: I'm making melty yummy popcorn COME INSIDE
  • Emma: did I mention I LOVE you!!!!! and we have pOPCORN!!
  • Killian: *angst*
  • *the next day*
  • Killian: *wakes up at the crack of dawn to get an early start on angsting*
  • Emma: *wakes up*
  • Emma: I'm all alone :O
  • Emma: *gasp* Killian's so cute he's probably getting the puppy today
  • Emma: I miss him
  • Emma: look at his cute little sea chest
  • Emma: I wonder if it's locked
  • Emma: IT'S NOT LOCKED!?
  • Emma: what's even in here? He's never...wait, what? omg. OMG. OMFG.
  • Emma: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Emma: I can't look at it. I can't. I can't.
  • Emma, an hour later: *spinning around her room with her ring on*
  • Emma: MRS EMMA SWAN
  • Emma: MRS EMMA JONES?
  • Emma: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Emma: when is he gonna be HOME
  • Killian: *getting drunk, drowning in angst*
  • *way too many hours later, the door opens*
  • Killian: Emma? You home-
  • Emma: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
  • Emma: *flies down the stairs at 99mph*
  • Emma: MY FAVOURITE PERSON AND FUTURE HUSBAND HAS ARRIVEDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
  • Emma: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WILL KISS YOUR FACE AND YOUR SCRUFF WHEN WERE YOU GUNNA GIVE ME THIS RING I'VE BEEN WEARING FOR THE PAST 12 HOURS WHILE YOU WERE TRYING TO PICK OUT THE RIGHT PUPPY???
  • Emma: dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
  • Emma: so that I can finally marry the most wonderful person in the entIRE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Killian: .....*angst*
Can’t Sleep Without You

a/n: Not requested, but something that just popped into my head. A lot of stress and not enough sleep makes me want Shawn in my life so much. 

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It has been a few weeks since your last solid night’s sleep. You honestly are not really sure what has been going on with you or why you haven’t been able to sleep well. You’ve spent so many nights tossing and turning in bed, unable to get a peaceful rest, but then the morning comes and you practically feel like a zombie. These last four days have been the worst, and it doesn’t help that you’re in the middle of midterms so you have a lot of exams and presentations. For some reason, no matter how tired you are, you just can’t sleep well when night comes. It could be due to stress, since these last few weeks have been uncharacteristically stressful, or because you’re missing your boyfriend who you haven’t seen in a month, and you’re just tired of having to sleep without him every night. 

The one good thing that has come out of the fact that you haven’t been sleeping more than a few hours a night for the past four days is that you’ve been awake to text your boyfriend whenever he has a free minute. He’s off traveling in Europe for work so the time difference is pretty big considering you’re in LA. Normally this would mean you barely get to talk to him much, since you’re both so busy. However, every night this week, Shawn’s texted you at about three in the morning LA time because that is when he’s been free, and you’ve been able to respond because you’ve been awake. He, of course, questions why you’re awake in the middle of the night, but you’re unable to offer him much of an explanation because you’re never quite sure yourself, considering you’re so exhausted, but yet sleep won’t come.

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natalie-j-cross  asked:

Just wondering, how do you manage to stay motivated? I always struggle to do so. Thanks!

Honestly speaking, I really struggled with staying motivated in my final two years at uni. Basically, this gif was an accurate representation of how I felt up until graduation: 

[assuming that I got out of bed at all. tbh. you can track some of it here.] 

Here’s a few things that helped me stay somewhat motivated aka: 

“mate, teach me how to give a shit about my studies”

1. Start small. 

Sometimes, its just a matter of momentum. Start with a small task for the day. Something that can be completed in 10-20 minutes. Knock off the easiest things on your list of things to do. That way, even if your arvo falls into an endless pit of procrastination, you’

2. Target your study method.

I think one of the strongest demotivators was studying for long hours and then failing to get the results I wanted. On my lowest days my thought process would be something along the lines of, “what’s the point of studying this - heck, I’ll just do as poorly as last time.” 

The only way to get over that was to target my study for the examination at hand. I saved a lot of time whilst achieving decent grades. Two birds, one stone.  

3. Shake things up 

Study the same shit but in a different way. Whether that be writing notecards, finding videos online, group study, drawing up some mindmaps, screaming it at the mirror. 

4. Look for inspirational shit 

Whether it be something related to your field of study or not. It might be as simple as going on a youtube spiral on an aspect of your field of study, or finding an aspirational figure. 

If you’re the type that responds to motivational quotes - great! Print out great A3 sizes of motivational quotes and plaster them all over your study space. 

Personally, I respond better to the the dry humour sarcastic motivation. In that respect, #reallawblr and @lawschoolruinedme were very much my sources of inspiration. 

TL;DR find what inspires you. 

5. Fuck it all 

Look, sometimes you need a break from studying in order to get back into studying. Kinda like those long term old-couple relationships you see in tv soap operas where the biggest plot point of the season is “oh, I’m so bored of my long term partner, how will I ever keep this relationship alive!” (bad analogy, but i feel like this is a good time to admit that I’m running on 2 hours sleep here).  

Remind yourself of who you are outside of your school/university life. You are much much more than the sum of your academic achievements.

….to be frank, I found that I needed to take a small break from studying in order to be motivated ‘to’ study. That includes pursuing interests outside my academic life - catching up with friends, tv shows, heck even doing physical exercise.

Heck, you might even find a new hobby! I got into hockey due to a procrastination spiral. 4 months on and I’m a frickin’ hockey nerd. And i live in Australia, where there’s hardly any ice/snow to speak of. 

And that may mean stop trying so hard to find motivation. Because that may be exhausting. While I know many people turn to studyblr as a source of motivation, I’ll admit there was a long period where I just had to avoid studyblr. Because it was draining to come home to posts about pens/study/stationery/TIPSFORA4.0GPA or whatever. After a 10 hour stint of study, the last thing I wanted to do was to spend my free time talking about studying lmfao. 

My ramblings aside, here’s a list of ‘targeted’ tips that may help with those motivation levels!! 

All the best hun! 

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Today we are going to look at an amusing historical fact: The time that beloved poets Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman met, got drunk, and slept together.

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Happy Valentine! (。´∀`)ノ ❤

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It's 5:00 AM and my Thoughts are too Loud to Sleep

Take a deep breath. It will all be ok.

I made this playlist for all you wonderful people that struggle with life every single day. 

Tracklist
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Flatsound - You Said Okay 

Dandelion Hands - Invisible

 Hotel Books - I always thought I would be okay

 Real Friends - I’ve Given Up On You 

Twenty One Pilots - Kitchen Sink

 Listener - Wooden Heart 

Front Porch Step - Drown 

Bon Iver - Skinny Love 

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 

Flatsound - I exist I exist I exist 

 Brand New - Jesus Christ 

The Front Bottoms - Twin Size Matress

Twenty One Pilots - Addict With A Pen

Dandelion Hands - How To Never Stop Being Sad 

Citizen- Sleep 

Brand New - Good To Know that if I ever needed attention all I have to do is die

TSSF - Navy Blue 

Old Gray - Wolves 

Modern Baseball - How do I tell a girl I want to kiss her? 

Twenty One Pilots - Goner 

anonymous asked:

It's funny. As a human, I find myself wondering over and over again "what is my purpose?", and the thought of not having one at all utterly terrifies me. What if I am nothing more than a useless glob of meat and bones whose only purpose is to perpetuate itself? How can it be a wonderful thing to have no purpose, and to instead be just a useless meatball?

Purpose? Psh. That’s Homeworld talk, friend.

We aren’t on this rock- or, well, any rock, really- to have a purpose. We’re here to live, and living is experiencing. You could spend every day of your life pickin’ flowers and you’ll still have lived, because you felt something, experienced something, believed in something, even if it was just that you liked flowers.

Don’t be so hard on yourself, friend. 

thedarkenedkeeper  asked:

Hi there! Bear with me here, all of this Anti hype has made me feel the need to throw out my own thoughts, so here I go: So in January, when Anti (or Jack, depending on the theories) started showing up again, we all started wondering when something big was going to happen, right? We first thought it was going to be on Jack's birthday, and then Valentine's day - both of which nothing happened. Now we're all theorizing it's going to be in the 100th RYC. Part 1/5

But…what about April Fools day? I mean, think of the possibilities! Imagine this: Jack uploads an average everyday video of himself playing a new game. And then suddenly, just like what happened during “Say Goodbye”, things begin to get a tad bit strange. Jack keeps getting distracted by sounds here and there that aren’t a part of the game, his behavior is beginning to seem off (head twitching, changes in his voice), and the screen glitches out a few times to show either Anti or Jack.

And then we finally get what we’ve wanted: an actual on-screen struggle for control between Anti and Jack. We’re all rooting for Jack to gain control, of course. It’s getting intense and it’s looking grim, but in the end, Jack comes out as the winner; Anti letting out a frustrated scream as he’s forced back inside. And at this point, Jack drops the act and straight out says “April Fools” to all of us and makes a small speech about how much fun he’s had bringing Anti back. 

He wishes us a happy, fun, and safe April Fools day before doing the outro. We think it’s over as soon as the screen goes black, but it’s not. Suddenly, the screen goes glitchy. Anti (or who we think is Anti) shows up on screen, panting shakily, looking beyond desperate and frightened. He leans in close to the screen and pleads in a raspy, drained voice, “Help me. Please! He never left! He’s still - !” Only to unexpectedly get cut off by a pair of hands reaching out from behind him,

covering his mouth, muffling his screams for help, as he gets pulled backward into the darkness. And then the screen cuts to black so suddenly, we don’t get to see anything else, leaving us in horror at the realization that THAT was Jack and that Anti is still in control! That this WHOLE thing was all a sick, cruel joke from the start, basically just Anti toying with us into believing we actually got our precious green bean back! Sorry for the REALLY long speech! Just freaking out is all ^^“


I CAN’T EVEN PUT INTO WORDS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS

10/10 I REALLY HOPE HE HAS SMT LIKE THIS IN STORE

First day on the job.

Where in the world do I begin? Hello, my name is Jonathan Dart and, as of today, I am officially the IT guy at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

You read that correctly. It took them until 2016, but both students and staff alike have finally caved and demanded that their cell phones work on school grounds, and with that request they had to find a “muggle” (a term I’m quickly learning to detest) to install wifi and maintain any technology that functions on school grounds.

So let’s make this clear to any wizards, witches, or IT muggles allowed into their circle out there. I just entered this “wizarding world” 3 days ago. This is all entirely new to me. I’m writing this because I’ve learned through the grapevine that other magical schools are planning on making the same jump, and I’m hoping my experiences can help other outsiders down the road.

As its my first day I really don’t have much advice to give. All I can do is stand here and wonder to myself what the hell I was thinking. For the record, I’m typing this on my iPhone while I ride a magic staircase. They better have beer in this world because I’m going to need a drink tonight.

Don’t wait until you are dying.
You are dying.
So live.
Live this day, this precious day, this immediate day, so pregnant with potential, so saturated with wonder.
Tomorrow is a wish, a promise, a hope, a longing, an expectation, a happy dream.
Yesterday served its purpose well.
Today is all that is left.
Today is everything.
Feel life pumping through your veins today.
Risk. Speak out. Forget there was ever such a thing as the status quo.
Be unexpected.
Laugh at the idea of a fixed ‘self’.
Sacrifice your certainty on the altar of aliveness.
Be here, on this day.
Cherish its pains and its joys.
It is yours, forever.
—  Jeff Foster
Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading.
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“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

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Not from here
This isn’t my home
But then again – where is?


From small town to city lights
There’s a silence everywhere
Even amongst the noise


Even if I step away for a moment
This is where I am
And where I return to


Only silence here


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More than city lights
In those mint leaves for eyes


And for a moment
The world lied to me


It told me to believe
That you were different


But, the world has its ways
To convince you of what isn’t there


Hope can do that to you
Hope can make you lie to yourself


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Faces in the crowd
Along the footpath
In class rooms
And everywhere really


But, you’re at the cinemas
Eating a meal
Listening to that one song
All on your own


And you wonder why
That’s all you ever do


***


You don’t know it
Most days you don’t


But, the walls show cracks
Slowly, at first


They tell you to be yourself
But chain you to the ground


And with clipped wings
You try to fly


***


Even whispers sound like screams
The Devil stares back at you
And you avoid mirrors


Even the bed has stopped creaking
A deathly silence
Haunting to the core


The questions never subside
But the responses
Never surface


***


And just when you thought giving up was the only way
The voice echoes in your ears
Sweet deception is this
Perhaps you have another day left
For today – this lie holds you together


Better than any lie you told yourself
The words you wrote in black ink
The whispers from faceless souls
And the songs written for the world
This was your lie alone


You still wanted to ask why
But the words never came out
Spiralling in your own mind
You were destined for silence
Even with a lie that held you together that day


***


Everything is a fragment
Just another word for incomplete


Living in pieces
Gasping for air


What kismet is this?
To be thrown into a madness


Bound in silence
Even when all you do is scream


There are no answers here
Even under the city lights you call home


***


Today you learnt the difference…
Between alone and lonely


And what a way to learn
Surrounded by people
Immersed in their conversations


You weren’t even the decorative piece
You stayed
With false hope


Perhaps spring break would bring change
It did
It broke you


***


But, you always want to try
No one told me


I was caged remember?
In silence
On my own
Not of my choosing
But, eventual resignation


But, you always want to try
No one told me


Broken wings
And chains
Words lost
Into the forever changing winds
But, here I am


But, you always want to try
No one told me


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Oh, my friend
This is the end


Fragments thrown into the wind
Words – once unseen, now unwritten


Still remaining in silence
Where else would I be?
Where else did you leave me behind?


Words don’t have a place here
Screams drown out
Even before leaving one’s lips


Everything has slowed down now
Even the chaos


Oh, my friend
This is the end


***

—  Navin E. (city lights and loneliness)
*Inspired by 13 R3ASONS WHY
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Marcus Flint & Oliver Wood ♡ Time Traveler AU

There’s no traces of Oliver when Marcus wakes up the next day. It’s like he’s never been here in the first place. All those silly dancing, and morning hikes together seem like a remnant of his past life. Or future. Marcus wonders, amused, how can you miss your future life when you don’t even know if you’re gonna be still alive tomorrow to, well, live it. But those days that he had shared with Oliver… are in the past now, aren’t they?

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Hello! We’re excited to host the second Kunikidazai Week taking place July 9th-15th!

It’s been wonderful to see this ship grow since last year and decided to celebrate the two of them again this summer.

Prompts

Day 1 (July 9th): 

  • Team Up/Partners
  • Panacea (n.) - a solution for all problems

Day 2 (July 10th): 

  • Summer Fireworks
  • Toska (n.) - a Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause.” - Vladimir Nabokov (See the full quote about ‘toska’ here)

Day 3 (July 11th):

  • Dreams
  • Hygge (n.) - a Danish word used when acknowledging a feeling or moment, whether alone or with friends, at home or out, ordinary or extraordinary as cosy, charming or special.

Day 4 (July 12th):

  • Illness
  • Accismus (n.) - The pretended refusal of something one keenly desires.

Day 5 (July 13th):

  • Alternate Universe (Fairy Tale, Mythology, High School, College, Magical, Coffee Shop, etc.)
  • Boketto (v.) - a Japanese word roughly meaning, to gaze vacantly into the distance, without thinking

Day 6 (July 14th):

  • Sacrifice
  • Ennui (n.) - A feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement.

Day 7 (July 15th):

  • Free Day
  • Beach Trip
  • Kairosclerosis (n.) - The moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.

Rules

1) All submissions must be tagged with #kunikidazai week. Please put this tag within the first five tags so that we can find it easily. If we do not reblog your post, we may have missed it, so let us know.

2) Other characters/pairings are allowed, but Kunikidazai should be the main focus.

3) Any form of media is allowed. However, this must be your own creation (ex. fanart, fanfic, graphics, AMVs, cosplay, etc.). If you are using any art/work from other artist, please have explicit permission to use their work.

4) NSFW content is allowed, but all NSFW fics must be put under a read more and have a short description of the content. Art should be tagged appropriately and have a warning.

5) Be kind, have fun, and respect everyone who is involved!

anonymous asked:

OMG 19 days update!1!! asgdshjfk

GOD BLESS YOU FOR WARNING ME ANON YOU’VE BEEN MY SAVING GRACE TODAY

i haven’t checked old xian’s weibo all week because these past few days have been hell for me (why is it that every time i say im gonna be around more shit happens and im forced to stay away sigh), and since they said they didn’t have much inspiration i was prepared to have to wait way longer for a new update, so i got really excited when i saw your message!!

if i have to be honest, this storyline still leaves me a bit perplexed, and i can’t help but think that i would have enjoyed it more if it happened AFTER a serious conversation between jian yi and zheng xi, but!! i think many good things could come from this if old xian got their inspiration back, like jian yi finally meeting his father, the boys finding out about all this mafia related stuff, he tian and his brother interacting again, and of course that confrontation between jian yi and zheng xi we’ve been waiting for since the kiss first happened

(one thing im still not sure of: how much does jian yi know about his father and his family in general? he seems to know nothing, but at the same time how could he get almost kidnapped and not demand some explanation from his mother? and how much does he tian know of jian yi’s situation?)

AND NOW LET ME SCREAM A LITTLE BECAUSE I DID NOT EXPECT TO SEE HE TIAN AND GUAN SHAN ANY TIME SOON AND I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM AND KNOW THEY ARE WELL I MISSED THEM SO MUCH (i know it’s not the time or the place for it right now, but am i a bad person if i really wish we could get even half a chapter with guan shan taking off his shirt and he tian zoning out and blatantly staring at his chest?? my son looked beautiful playing basketball and both me and he tian are very weak, don’t judge us [also i can handle only one of my ships to be sad at a time])

Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

태형 ; avantgarde

taehyung 

음모 ; an affluent aesthete has a curious obsession with beauty, but when he meets an encapturing lone wolf with an eclectic taste, his fascination stems passed the canvas.

평가 ; mature (smutty as hell and worship kink mention) ; she/her pronouns used, female specific

Originally posted by changkyuh-remade

“Sir, your glass,” Taehyung’s eyes flickered to the crystal between his slender fingers, a droplet of red wine lingering at the bottom, begging for company. He handed the glass to the waiter with quick eye contact and a small smile.

“Merci,” His lips curved around the words slowly, arousing goosebumps on the flustered waiter’s neck. Taehyung paid no mind, as he knew nothing of the effect he cast. Instead his head rolled back and looked at the grand cathedral ceilings, the ash blonde hair brushed from his face by gravity. It was on the nape of Taehyung’s neck that goosebumps now arose. His mind whirled with amazement at the architecture, until a voice slowly brought his head back to a straight fix.

“Sir, the new installment is in the room just beyond this.”

Taehyung smiled, no longer interested in what this room had to offer despite being captured by it just moments ago. The boy had an appreciation for art, laced with a greedy obsession. He loved it more so long as it was new and unseen by his eyes. At the end of each month, every piece of art in the empty, quiet corridors of the house was taken down and replaced with pieces Taehyung would pick out earlier in the month, while he scoured art galleries and museums across the globe.

“I’m sure something will catch my eye,” He spoke hopefully, a darkness in his tone that was almost entirely masked in his innocence, but not quite.

He walked swiftly through the doorway to the next studio, followed quickly by staff members that were sure to be left with the thought of him long after he exited the museum doors. They knew he wouldn’t be back, he never was. He only liked to see things once, when all you can be captivated by is it’s beauty; He hated seeing things twice; when all that captivates you is every tiny flaw.

They walked beyond the walls of the exhibit, as his eyes gluttonously took in the surroundings of the next room. They flickered to a corner near a few familiar pieces, and widened significantly at a stunning work of unframed beauty. It was unlike any he had ever seen, and he needed it.

Taehyung glanced at his staff members, offering a slight nod towards the being with long, bared legs shaped in heels, and hands tucked softly behind her back. She shuffled mindlessly, staring at the paintings and sculptures intently, but even so walked with such a grace it seemed as though she floated on air. She felt a pair of eyes on her back, and so turned her head to meet the face they belonged to. Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat, but even still he offered no indication of his surprise. Instead, he looked at her, entranced. He was mesmerized, he had never seen a piece of art so enthralling. She was the newest, most exquisite beauty that he had ever laid his unmoving eyes on.

She returned his prolonged glance, curious about him as well. His face was twisted in excitement and awe; It was beautiful and painfully alluring.

As if an unspoken agreement had been made between the two, Taehyung began walking in her direction. Her eyes shifted back to the artwork in front of her, the actual artwork, but his remained on her, his artwork. Moments passed that felt like centuries while she anticipated his presence behind her.

“Hello,” His voice was low and velvety, sent chills through her body. She turned to look at him, now making significantly closer eye contact. His heart jumped at the slight upwards curl at the corner of her lips. “I see you like Vermeer,” he stated coolly.

Her head cocked to the side while she processed what he had said. The painting, the artist, in front of her. Johannes Vermeer.

“Oh, I…” She grew flustered, suddenly losing her confidence under his stare. He beamed with adoration, tilting his head to get a better look at her beautiful face flushed with pink. “To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure who the artist was, I hadn’t read the… thing, yet.”

Taehyung chuckled, his eyes moving from her for the first time to close slowly into his laugh.

“It’s called Girl With A Pearl Earring, perhaps his most famous piece.” He glanced toward the lively eyes that contrasted against the milky white skin on canvas. “He had a close friend of his be his model, while wearing his wife’s earrings.”

Her eyes flickered to his, which she had expected to still be on the painting, but were not. She cleared her throat, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach.

“Well,” She began, and Taehyung patiently waited for the words to draw from her perfectly hearted nude-colored lips. “That’s quite scandalous if you ask me.”

“Artists were not saints.” He concurred, answering matter-of-factly. “Truthfully, the majority of them had demons you couldn’t possibly imagine.” His eyes darkened but remained soft, igniting heat in the pit of her stomach.

“One could only try,” She offered with a miniscule smirk, meeting his gaze once again and this time challenging it. His eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly, perplexed by her change in sheepishness to sudden seduction. Neither of them had to wonder what intentions lied beyond the eyes of the other person, but both remained curious.

“Would you like to tour the museum with me?” Taehyung knowingly called on a server and made a request with nothing more than a glance of his eyes. The server nodded softly, disappearing momentarily.

“I suppose you don’t offer me much choice,” She teased, sending a small wave of excitement through Taehyung’s body.

“Oh, no, you always have a choice.” He offered seriously, but the playfulness in his tone cancelled it. A glass of wine had already been slipped between her fingertips anyway.


The mystifying pair waltzed through the museum’s displays, conversation shifting from the art itself, to humorous anecdotes, all laced with subtle hints of sensuality. With each word that dripped from her mouth, Taehyung found himself more and more bemused. As Taehyung stared at her she felt herself becoming more and more vulnerable, all the while excited. In him, she saw something she had never seen in someone else before: wonderment.

“Sir,” Spoke one of the staff members timidly. Taehyung’s attention was directed towards them, as they whispered something as disappointing as it was thrilling. This exhibit had been the last, but Taehyung had no intentions of parting with any of the art yet.

“Unfortunately, we’ve reached the end of our journey,” Taehyung leaned closer to her ear. His deep toned echoed for moments after he spoke. “But I can’t bear to leave you just yet.”

Her eyes perked up perhaps too visibly, as Taehyung chuckled. “We could grab something to eat, my treat?” It was implied as a question, yet something in Taehyung’s voice always sounded imperative, almost demanding, but always soft. Something about it made her feel safe.

“I’d love that,” She smiled. He softly snaked his arm around her waist, resting his palm on the small of her back. She was surprised to find the two were escorted to a town car, complete with chauffeur, just like in the movies. Taehyung took in every ounce of her bewilderment, soaking in her adorable awe with awe of his own, at how her cheekbones lifted so slightly when she smiled, and her eyes were hidden under long, dark eyelashes.

He watched her gaze through the tinted window as they made their way to the destination, silently taking in the world around her. Really she was taking in him, the scent of his cologne, his hand that rested on her thigh right below where the black stockings began to end and her upper thigh was exposed. Not letting herself be overcome by thought, she felt relieved once the car pulled into a garage and slowed to a halt. The door was opened for her before she could even lift a finger to find the handle. Taehyung’s hands didn’t move from holding her, only his hand was now positioned at its original place above her tailbone.

“Where are we?” She asked curiously, wondering what kind of restaurant they had arrived at, if one at all.

“My parents bought an apartment here years back, I use it every now and then when I come to the city during a search.” Taehyung had explained that he spent most of his days traveling, hunting new masterpieces and fine displays of artistry. All she could hear was the smoky voice dripping from his lips. She found herself paying no mind to the hunger in her stomach, as it began to unravel into a desire of a different kind.

The elevator ride seemed painfully slow as Taehyung make slight small talk with the attendant. He felt the girl jump slightly as the abrupt ‘ding’ signaled the arrival to his floor. He smiled, staring as she looked expectantly at him to lead the way.

Taehyung’s apartment was the last one down the hall, of course the furthest to walk to while trying to avoid how his fingertips circle softly on her back now. He didn’t need a key as he typed in a quick digit passcode to unlock the door. He held the door open for her while she confidently entered the apartment, his arm then reaching around her to close it behind them.

She realized that their faces were mere inches apart and his hand began to drag down the door. His fingertips fell upon her shoulder and slowly traced downwards, his eyes locked on hers. She felt her body begin to heat up, fluttering her eyelids shut. His hand appeared quickly to hold her cheek. He leaned in close, his bottom lip grazing against her earlobe.

“You’re so beautiful,” He smiled. Her hands found their way to his back, as if to make sure he didn’t pull away which he had no intention of. Taehyung’s low chuckle became muffled as he pressed his lips to her neck, feeling jolts of electricity from touching her for the first time.

Her head spun with desire, not pondering the logicality of the entire situation. All she felt were the kisses the enticing aristocrat placed around her collar bones. He felt her breathing pick up, admiring every part of her from her scrunched nose to the fingertips that began to pull at his shirt. He ran his fingers down her arms, and laced his hands together with hers.

To her dismay, he pulled away, but the look he offered her was almost more pleasurable than the kisses he peppered across her chest. Her face was painted with an expression of exhilaration, and once again the boy found himself completely stunned by her beauty.

“I thought we were going to get something to eat,” She said this with no intention of diverting back to their previous plan, but more so to tease the boy for not stating his true envisages.

“This is true,” He stepped backwards graciously, not letting her eyes wander elsewhere but his. She was led to a bedroom, and felt an immediate flip in her stomach. She swallowed, her body growing almost painful with anticipation as the boy stepped closer to her. “But I never said I don’t still plan on having something to eat,” She nearly whimpered at his words, filling him with pride.

He finally connected their lips, a kiss filled with immediate hunger and lust. His hands worked to remove the articles of clothing on her torso, while pulling her back until he was seated on the edge of the bed and she stood before him.

Taehyung admired her for a long moment.

He ran his hands across the curvature of her hips, up to cup her breasts and place chastening kisses upon them. Her hands flew to grab fistfuls of his strikingly blonde hair, not wanting his body to ever leave contact with hers. Luckily, he had no desire to pull away. He wanted to take in every aspect of her magnificence.

He was as curious as he was man, and alongside the desire to adore every part of her body, he wanted to make every part of it yearn for him. He had never received the pleasure of worshipping a piece all the while having the beauty beg for him in response.

She felt every nerve ending on her body overcome by flames, the small shudder in each kiss he placed moving downwards. He stopped for only a second, enough to make her head snap down and her eyes meet his. His dark eyes glanced at her so lustfully, her back arched involuntarily. She felt his teeth graze her thigh as he let out a soft laugh, rolling down her black stockings slowly and kissing his way back up to repeat. Every single one of his movements was slow and caring, and seduced her further with each touch.

He stared at her bare in front of him and let himself praise her for moments until his desire was too strong, and he softly pushed her onto the bed. He found himself between her legs, running his tongue across her inner thigh. She let out a soft whimper, and clutched the sheet beneath her in a fist.

“Tell me what you want,” He whispered, while his tongue still dragged across her soft skin, closer and closer to her core. He knew exactly what she wanted, and he knew that he wanted nothing more than to give it to her, but he needed to hear her quavering voice tell him.

“I want you,” She stated, her face twisting in sexual frustration.

“Are you sure?” He teased, placing a kiss between her legs, and sucking softly as he pulled away. She let out a sharp gasp, and nodded her head rapidly. “Seeing as how you capture every essence of my attention, I want to make this all about you,” He wasted no time in attaching his lips to her sweet spot, feeling his heart beat faster with the sound of every moan that escaped her lips.

Her back arched off the bed, one hand grasping sheet while the other grasped his hair. The pleasure coursed through her body as his tongue moved in unpredicatble patterns against her core. His hand trailed up her body, pulling her closer to him by her waist. She couldn’t help the way her hips bucked to meet his mouth, the whines that escaped her when he slowed his actions, nor the squeals she released when he sped up again.

He couldn’t contain the arousal in the pit of his stomach as he heard her softly whisper ‘please’ amongst the encouragements to continue his actions that sent her over the edge. Her moans quickened, and he could tell she was close as her breathing became irregular and sharp. He took this opportunity to go faster, watching her whole body begin to shake with the anticipation of her orgasm.

Her face twisted in complete pleasure as she felt the buildup of heat in her core. She saw white spots scatter across the inside of her eyelids, hearing the blood rush in her ears as she clutched the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. The feeling of complete and utter pleasure rushed forcefully through her whole body, as she released a final string of moans.

Taehyung felt a release himself, but one of excitement and pride at how her thighs shook and her struggle to regain her breath was audible. His motions slowed to allow her time to ride out her orgasm, as once she did he planned on going for another.

He planted kisses on her hip bones, watching as she propped herself up on her elbows to gaze at him. Her forehead was shiny, small beads of sweat forming slightly, and her eyes remained lustful.

She watched him kiss his way back to her center, his eyes mischievous yet still inquisitive. “All about you, my masterpiece,” He whispered with his lips against her, sending vibrations through her core.

He watched as she threw her head back in pleasure, and smiled devilishly once more at the most exquisite piece he had ever come across.


She awoke to soft sheets laid daintily across her bare skin, her eyes opening slightly and fixing to a light room. Memories flooded back to her and she shifted slightly, feeling the sensitivity throughout her whole body. She smiled, remembering him, his touch. She looked next to her, finding an empty bedside. Her heartbeat quickened slightly as she felt the disappointment flood her. Upon the bedside table was a small note, a ‘T’ scribbled neatly across the front of it. She leaned over, allowing the sheet to fall and expose her skin to the empty room. She opened the small card, and read the neat handwriting inside:

‘When you look at artwork once, you’re captivated by its beauty, but if you look at it again, you become captivated by every flaw.’

hi ! its ella, yesterday i reached 2000 followers and i thought it would be a good idea to do another follow forever. the last time i did one was when i’d just reached 500 followers so i thought now would be the perfect time to do another.

so here is a thank you to all the people who follow me and all the lovely people who i follow ! i love you lot and i hope that you are all having a wonderful day ! (sorry if i missed anyone out, i love you all !)

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