How many times do we hear cases of people complaining about life suddenly becoming bad, evil eye and many spiritual illnesses. However, my question is how are we using social media? You’re looking extra good, you put upload it on Facebook. A new house, your wedding photos, that expensive dress, the delicious food, the latest car, the new suit, the coolest phone- you put it on social media. You bought a new headscarf or thobe and it matches your shoes - boom put it on social media. Your smile looks extra nice today, so the world has to see it. You been banging weights and all your mates have to see the 6 pack or the new vein in the bicep so upload it for all to see. That new make up has made you look extra pretty so your friends must see it. You prayed, fasted, cried and gave charity, so your 5,000 friends have to know. Be careful of how you’re exposing your blessings to the world. Not everyone possesses what you do and not every person wants to see you happy. Make sure you pray, recite verses of protection daily and before you sleep. Not everything has to be for social media.
Summary: Your best friend Yoongi has something to confess to you.
He parked the car in your driveway and turned off the engine. Suddenly it got really quiet and you remembered what he had said earlier. “I have something important to tell you before you go by the way.”
Nerves crept up your spine, but you kept your cool, waiting for your best friend to say something.
He hesitantly shuffled in his seat and then turned his head to look at you. You raised your eyebrows when he didn’t say anything. Regaining his confidence, Yoongi patted his legs, indicating you to move to sit on his lap. A bright blush crept on your cheeks and you prayed to God that he wouldn’t be able to notice it in the dimly lit car.
You didn’t want to seem too nervous, so without hesitation, you kicked your shoes off just to make sure you wouldn’t dirty his car. Your body responded to his request so fast you were afraid it was too fast, but he didn’t seem to react to it.
You carefully slid yourself on his lap, taking support by placing your hand carefully on his thigh to lift yourself up enough. Yoongi kept his cool, even though he was screaming and panicking from the inside.
You nervously brushed some of your fallen hair away from your face behind your ear. Yoongi placed his arm protectively behind your back, his fingertips brushing your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt, sending shivers down your spine.
He locked eyes with you again, took a small deep breath to prepare himself.
“So you remember when we first met at that music store?” he started calmly.
“Why do I sense this is going to be the most cliche thi-” your words were cut off by Yoongi covering your mouth with his hand. “Don’t ruin this now (Y/N).” he shook his head and you giggled to his hand, raising your hands in surrender. He removed his hand and continued.
“The real reason why I came to talk to you was not because I wanted to ask you about the latest Justin Bieber album-” he was interrupted by your small giggle, glancing at you, but soon going on. “-truth is, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” he finished. Realization hit you like a train at what he was saying and all you could do was stare at him while he was looking anywhere else but your eyes.
“So, I guess this is my confession.” he added, confident enough to bring his eyes back to yours. Not much to his expectations, you just kept staring at him with a hint of shock on your face, combined with a sly smile.
“Oh God, say something!” he threw his hands in the air out of frustration, which made you smile wide, realizing how nervous he actually was.
“I’m still processing this!” you defended yourself, half joking.
“Still processing? It’s God damn daunting!” he chuckled nervously at you.
You needed to give the boy a relief, after all it must have been difficult to confess like this, so you put on the widest smile and basically dove into his chest, hugging him.
“This is me accepting your confession.” you smiled and mumbled against his chest. Yoongi instantly let out a huge sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around your smaller figure, pressing his head against yours. He smelled so good and felt so warm. You felt so safe and protected wrapped in his arms like in a cocoon. As you rested there comfortably, you soon felt a pair of the softest lips press a kiss in your hair as his thumb rubbed calming circles to your back. Pure happiness.
A/N: This is pretty short and it sounded a lot better in my head hahaa *nervous laughter*
So, I am the same anom whom asked for the your shoes poem. I really hope that you could write one that has a different story I want you to write one about young love. Take your time.
The kind where you kiss grazed knees
And hold hands in the dark
Look into mine
Before the toil of life
Has torn out my smile
Under broad sunlight
What a wonderful feeling
To brew inside
This was another thing I thought of after I saw the comic. Genji’s proud, of course - Hanzo is finding his aesthetic and Genji thinks this is adorable as heck - but that won’t stop him from making fun of Hanzo about it.
(he needs to warn McCree before he goes in for a sudden glomp though)
have you ever been in a situation where you could catch someone in a lie, except the lie was so piddling and the evidence is such a weird thing to notice that you’d end up being the asshole
like “you said you hurried and even took the back route to get here faster but there’s no mud on your shoes, clearly you took the sidewalk that takes ten minutes longer”, who even cares, how do you call someone on that without looking like
anyway i propose a new show about someone who would be a master detective but they’re been letting people get away with murder for years because they were awkward and didn’t want to say anything
y'all are mean. what if komaeda’s shoes have feelings? do you think they cry themselves to sleep whenever someone calls them ugly? “wELL TOO BAD THEY CANT BECAUSE THEY’RE SHOES AND SHOES DONT HAVE FEELINGS” IS WHAT YOU WOULD SAY. but hey what if komaeda’s shoes have them?? WHAT IF THEY GOT THE ABILITY TO FEEL FOR 2 MINUTES AND THE ONLY THING THEY GOT TO FEEL IS YOUR HATE and they spend their whole life depressed bc they can feel nothing but your salt. why dont we talk about amami’s shoes.. they’re horrible anD YET NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT THEM like really what the fuck are those… i’m also fighting momota’s slippers. i’ll fight your shoes too btw. i’ll fight your friend’s shoes. i’ll figHT EVERYONES shoes. fuck it im becoming a sjw. I AM BECOMING A LAWYER. watch me make a positivity blog for the double zippered shoes. poor shoes were cursed from birth its not their fault… and y'all are just blaming them like that..what if they were having a nice dinner with family and suddenly they remember what username monodaddy said about them being a disgrace and tHEY CANNOT ENJOY THEIR DINNER ANYMORE. GOOD JOB YOU RUINED IT. IT IS TOO LATE NOW. dont come asking for forgiveness later… what are they supposed to do when their children ask them why cant they live the same normal life as other shoes? wHAT ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM?? even if you hate komaeda’s shoes and you’re like “hah serves them r i g h t"you should at least respect komaeda’s fashion sense… this boy did his best to look cool for you guys and thats how you repay him.. smh. they try ok. they do their best.