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jkvjimin · 6 days
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JK, V, JIMIN ♡ cr. namuspromised
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heretherebedork · 4 months
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That was, in fact, my still beating heart getting torn out of my chest by Tharn's desperate screams into the silence of the field.
And this is the only shot of Phaya in the entire preview.
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spellbooking · 2 months
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𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 + Gale's Patch 6 Kisses
captured with freecam
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thefairmaidenoffandom · 3 months
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gfs <3
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crimson-roots · 1 year
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s. something wicked this way rides
[more versions under cut!]
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been strugglin' with art block, so have a little pearl sketch!
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illiana-mystery · 1 month
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🤩🤩🤩
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ataraxetta · 3 months
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I have been introduced to Mysterious Lotus Casebook and I am fully invested. Have made it to the endearment "xiaobao" getting dropped and am losing my mind over it. They're SO EMBARRASSING I LOVE THEM!
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justmochi · 8 months
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The girl slept peacefully under her covers, in such a deep slumber that she didn’t feel or hear the man get up from the bed and start readying himself to leave. He loved falling asleep at her place. It felt more spacious and cozy and less suffocating than his did.
So when she did manage to fall asleep with him there, he would be damned if he did anything to disturb her. But she always told him no matter how far in dreamland she was, that he always say goodbye to her because she hated waking up alone and not knowing when he left.
Seokmin pulls her covers up on her, bundling her up so none of the cold air gets in through any openings in the blanket. He reaches down and pushes her bangs apart to kiss her on the forehead. “E?”
He strokes her cheek with his hand, smiling as she shuffled awake. Her eyebrows furrow as she doesn’t open her eyes but instead hums.
“I have to leave soon.” He whispers, rubbing his hand in circles on her back. And he prepares himself, waiting for the next part in their routine.
She turns her head into the pillow, her speech slurred and quiet. “5 more minutes.” In no time, she undoes all his tucking in and holds the blanket up for him to get under. She would never know that he gets ready to leave 5 minutes earlier than when he’s supposed to, just so he can spend those spare minutes in bed with her.
He sighs with a smile on his face, putting his bag down and climbing into the bed with her. “5 more minutes.” He watches as her lips curl upwards, scooting closer to him so they can feel both of their heartbeats against each others.
His arm works its way under her pillow, pulling her closer and hugging her against his chest. He pecks just above her eyebrow as her arm draped over his side. She’s snuggling into him like a cat, inhaling the scent of his shirt. It’s almost enough for her to drift off to sleep again, but she fights to stay awake so she can enjoy the pure bliss of holding the man she loves and cherishing his presence.
He loves this. She loves this. They both love this short and sweet time they have just before the other leaves for their duties for the day. It is the closest thing to heaven that they experience while grounded to the earth.
He will sometimes hum to her or trace his own piece of artwork over her skin as they count down the seconds before he has to leave. It is almost the exact same scenario whenever she stays at his place and has to leave earlier before him.
In no time, their 5 minutes are up and now he wishes that he got ready to leave 10 minutes earlier so they could have double that time.
He sighs, hugging her tight and kissing her temple. “E, I really have to leave this time.” They both frown and Eden is hesitant to let her grip around him go. She regrettably nods, fumbling under the sheets for his hand and holding it.
“I love you.” He whispers, scooting out from under the covers and bundling her up again. He kisses her eyelids and cheek before leaving a peck on the top of her lip. “I’ll text you later, okay.”
“I love you more.” She mumbles with a nod, sleep threatening to take over her. He just smiles, brushing his hand through her hair and patting her shoulder that is covered with her blanket. He tiptoes out of her room, quietly shutting the door and in no time, she falls back into sleep.
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birdsean · 1 year
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insomniac-dormouse · 7 months
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This BMO shit has me unwell
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mvement · 2 years
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yuzuru hanyu, double olympic champion, leaving olympic ice as a competitor for the last time. he will now go pro, and continue to pursue the 4A dream. 
全てを信じていつも自分らしく ♡
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heretherebedork · 3 months
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Go and be happy. Learn to love yourself. Learn to love others and love yourself. I hoped that seeing yourself through the eyes of another would help. Make Myungha happy.
And he went back and he was able to promise Yeowoon that he'd be there, able to tell him to stop worrying to go there for his race and to see him again and to be there for him and to, finally, be loved. To love and be loved.
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(He hated himself and he saw that in Yeowoon but even as he taught Yeowoon to love himself and to be loved, he never let himself think about that for himself, never let himself be loved or love himself because that was a step too much. But now he remembers his own tragedy and he can find his own joy after that.)
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ltlthetrifecta · 2 years
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You Are My Sunshine
☔️: how do they make up after a fight?
tanbug/tangbug fighting and then making up. pls be kind and gentle w/ my writing. fic/drabble/one-shot requests are open.
ladybug x tangerine: fluff, angst, cheesiness (lots of it) ensues
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"Fuck." Tangerine softly let his head bang against the wall in front of him. Ladybug had locked himself in the bathroom mid-argument, something he only did when he was so overwhelmed he just couldn't stand to be in the same room as Tangerine.
They had had a good day, had spent time with Lemon at a board game cafe and had ended the night with dinner at Tangerine's favorite restaurant. The dinner had been going well, so well, until Tangerine's ex-boyfriend had sauntered over to the table like the snake and prick he was.
Ladybug took pride in the fact that he wasn't a jealous or hateful man. But fuck all of that when it came to this man. He knew about Tangerine's past with his ex--he had really done a number on him. Had cheated on him their entire relationship, the last straw being when Tangerine had come home from a mission to see him and his trainer fucking in Tangerine's home, in his bed, with his robe on of all things. I mean fuck--that would've been enough for anyone. But unluckily, for Ladybug it didn't end there. The prick had kept trying to contact Tangerine, especially in the recent months. It had unwillingly become a source of tension for them.
So when Ladybug saw the prick now at the table, he had almost lost it right then and there. Lemon sat there in shock, Tangerine sat there mouth, slightly ajar looking back and forth between Ladybug and him.
"Who's your little friend?" He'd said looking at Ladybug with disdain.
Little friend? This motherfucker, he was Tangerine's fiance that's who. And to his surprise, Tangerine hadn't corrected him, hadn't even told the prick he was engaged. What the fuck was that about? Ladybug could've been wrong (with his limited dating experience and all), but he was sure that when you had a fiance, you introduced them as such.
Hence their current situation. As soon as Ladybug had abruptly stood up looking so upset and hurt, Tan knew he had fucked up. He didn't even know why he had let his ex get to him. He didn't mean anything to him. Not at all. After, he had met Ladybug, the possibility of him loving anyone like he loved him was gone. Ladybug was his everything. His sunshine when his days were dark, the gravity that kept him grounded, one of two reasons he stayed sane even in the times he felt like he might just lose it. No one had ever made him feel the way Ladybug did, so good, so safe, both of which were foreign concepts to him most of his life.
He knocked on the bathroom door softly. "Sunshine?" He heard a small sniffle through the door.
"My love, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking when I introduced you. I wasn't fucking thinking and fuck. I-I. I was just shocked to see him there." Silence.
He had an idea.
"You are my sunshine..." Tangerine started singing softly. He could hear Ladybug pause what he was doing.
"My only sunshine." He heard Ladybug groan softly in the bathroom. He had always hated when Tangerine sang this to him, it was so cheesy he always had to laugh (which is why he loved it). But this time he wanted to be mad and sulky dammit. Nothing as stupid as someone making you laugh when you were mad at them.
Tangerine started smiling softly to himself, he slid down the door to sit on the floor with his shoulder leaned against the frame. "You make me happy--" God, Tan was such a bad singer, Ladybug loved his voice--loved him so fucking much.
"--when clouds are grey. I never told you how much I love you--" he stopped and fell back as the door opened. From his position sprawled on the floor, he looked up at Ladybug, his eyes slightly red and watery, but his face forgiving.
"Please don't take my sunshine away." He sang softly. As Ladybug reached down, he reached up and pulled Ladybug into a hug, both of them now on the floor together.
"Don't ever do that again, Tan."
Tangerine swiped his thumb across his cheek catching a tear before it could fall from those beautiful blue eyes.
"And fuck that fucking prick." Tangerine laughed.
"Yeah, fuck him sunshine."
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Not edited so pls be gentle w/ me. I wanted to get this out there.
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septembersghost · 1 year
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i've been examining and emotionally/internally poring over this for a few weeks now (it's a subject i do ponder and feel immense gratitude and connection to a lot, but especially thinking about it recently) and the thing is, harry unequivocally saved my life in 2019, not dissimilarly from how taylor and fob did in 2009, but, because of the quite different circumstances between those two terrible points, harry's embrace had a much softer edge. i am still here in ways i can't measure because his music and presence was there. but i still wasn't okay and was barely clinging on with my fingernails, and then mired headfirst into grief and terror all over again that i've been battling and clawing past through these past years.
and then, in a way perhaps inexplicable and indescribable and transcendent, the piece of the broken mosaic that made my heart a whole picture again...has been elvis... *i* know the reasons, but not how to explain them? it's the reignition of something in me that's formative and close, that i'm not sure i've even had at all since the beginnings of my illness seventeen years ago (separate from the fictional comforts and outlets). he's given me back to myself.
and i told a friend last night that right now, where i have finally healed and where my heart and mind is in this moment, is the most wholly me i've been in a very long time. certainly since i left almost four years ago. some wounds mended and others scarred, but steps taken and won to bring my heart back. maybe it doesn't seem like a lot and maybe it's not outwardly measurable. the dark things are always there and on the horizon, the grief and fear are always there (the rain is always gonna come), but knowing how i've come up from underwater to feel the sun again is so important just to me. and if something were to happen to me tomorrow, i'd still be glad that i could find it, i'd still be able to know that i had recovered some first. only music does that for me, it's the one thing. the most sacred thing. the one thing that can never be taken from me or diminished from me or made any less miraculous. my home and heart and soul.
maybe you don't know what's lost 'til you find it. out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle.
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broomsticks · 1 year
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otw guest post led me to find fancakes (dreamwidth community) which led me to this. gorgeous. rec
1k, remadora, Easy by Penknife
This fic packs a LOT of character study and situation study into just a thousand words.  And does it while Remus does the shopping.
wonderful rec for a wonderful fic. all these sensations and all these images!
p.s. if you haven't read Penknife's wolfstar October 30, 1981: It's the last good day. ...... do it.
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sl0wdiver · 2 years
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that little girl's reaction when lanzini gave her his shirt 🥺🥺
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