#🌻 notes

[onlyseokmins]

🌻 sending love and kisses and comfort to my favorite person also <3

🚚 ~ Beep boop, here comes a sunshine delivery for Honey! ☀️

📝 Send a 🌻 to place your order ~

dearest wifey, you know how much i love YOU and your kitties~ you are the sunshine in my day and i only hope that you are always happier than you could ever be. one of my favorite people in the world!!! you've always been a mingyu girly to me but you are also now my seokgyuchan + pretty women girly!! andddd the prettiest girly to ever exist. *that's my wife and no one gets to love on her as much I do* /lh actually though i hope you receive ALL the love everyone has to give you because u deserved to be wrapped in a bubble of affection all the time <3 i could go on and on and on about how much you mean to me and how much i adore your presence in my life because it's true - i'm so grateful that we could bond honestly, you will forever be the biggest icon in my tumblrina life <3

[sunflower-eddiediaz]

«C’est l’histoire d’un homme qui tombe d’un immeuble de cinquante étages. Le mec, au fur et à mesure de sa chute, il se répète sans cesse pour se rassurer : jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien. Mais l'important c’est pas la chute, c’est l’atterrissage.» — Hubert Koundé, in La Haine (1995), written by Mathieu Kassovitz

[literally-just-there]

Little seekinfo doodle page I made today, I was offline for nearly the whole day, needed rest. I had a lot of fun doing this !! (..◜ᴗ◝..) 🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼

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🌸 • @rhiatargoed-selfships || @cinnamon-phrog || @deathnot-e || @kylilah || @katswellkisser

🌸 • @disabledbears || @sunflawyer || @bobmckenzie || @retrojem || @pinky-in-blankets

🌸 • @frozenhi-chews || @princess-hope-selfships || @faerie-circle-ships || @alwaysyaoi || @wisp-herr

🌸 • @catships777

[sittingwithflowers]

Miku in a leek dress 🌱

[asketho]

oh you poor innocent soul- not that kind of shipping- the fandom kind- well you see do you know about ethubs cause that’s a ship that’s shipping, alternatively there’s also smalletho-

-🌻

(I’m about to ruin this man’s whole career /silly)

I- oh.. oh, Void. What on earth are you people doing? Is this allowed? Does Xisuma know about this?

Is this why Bdubs laughed when I told him I made a blog?

Oh no...

[wurmwizzard]

latest doodles from my tiny little booklet!! carrying around a tiny pad n' my trusty Marshmallow Scented Peeps™ Pen certainly helps pass the time

[thesunflowerdyke]

✨Daydreaming about taking Polaroids of my future lover.✨

The first few would be of her smiling a sweet toothy grin at me behind the camera. She’s just so damn beautiful, cozied up in my clothes with her hair a little messy. I just have to document the moment.

Somewhere along the way she loses the sweatshirt of mine she was wearing. I’d hesitate, lowering the camera in an attempt to catch a glimpse with my own eyes rather than through a lens.

She would simply smirk at my always eager reaction to her, reaching out to gently nudge the camera back upwards.

She’d whisper, urging me on,

“Keep going, baby.”

Keep snapping photos, these next few undoubtably just for us.

Next thing we know she’s completely bare for me, spurred on by the way I look at her with love, lust and absolute adoration. She’s spread herself out on the mattress now, biting seductively at her lower lip. She looks at me with those eyes, mirroring my own lust-filled gaze.

Eventually I tear my eyes off of her, just long enough to lift the camera back up and take a perfect final shot.

It’s my turn to bite my lip in anticipation as the photo develops painstakingly slowly.

She sits up and reaches forward, taking the photo just as the picture begins to show itself. She saunters across the room, my eyes never leaving her gorgeous body. She makes her way confidently towards the bureau in search of her lipstick, a perfect shade of deep red.

She holds my gaze as she applies a coat before placing the softest kiss against the back of the Polaroid, leaving her lipstick mark behind.

Back at my side now, she hands me the photograph with a Cheshire grin and whispers once more, this time just loud enough to hear as she tucks the photograph into the pocket of my flannel.

“For your eyes only, love.”

[sysboxes]

[Text: This alter is a Misa Amane introject.]

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[onlyseokmins]

My mom always told me to give things in threes bc i love you is three words so: 🌻🌻🌻 <3

🚚 ~ Beep boop, here comes a sunshine delivery for Kai! ☀️

📝 Send a 🌻 to place your order ~

ahhh that is so cute i love it - a lot of precious things have come in threes for sure and wow! a whole bouquet of sunflowers!! kai!!! i actually think you are so v sexci - in mind, thought, personality, writings, and 100000000000000% visually too (you see i just know these things) and i think your writing blog url fits you perfectly - definitely a lovely individual with a touch of being a (good) menace haha i hope the end of your week leads nicely into the weekend <3333

I!🌻LOVE!🌻 YOU!🌻

[literally-just-there]

I saw two lovers in this position at the train station the other day (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)🌸*.ﾟ

Played around with brushes and rendering, IbisPaint counted almost 20 hours on this 🥲👍 also trying the watermark thingie !!

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🦋 • @frozenhi-chews || @princess-hope-selfships || @faerie-circle-ships || @alwaysyaoi || @wisp-herr

[eclairfair98]

“I lost my father to a war, Tom,” he whispers, heat pressing down on his shoulders, burning the inside of his ribs, slamming into the pit of his roiling stomach. “I know flying’s dangerous. Better than most people, I’d think.”

And he sees it then. The purple sun rising across the horizon. Its faint light glancing across the slope of Dad’s brow, catching in his close-cropped hair, bouncing off his wide grin. Sees Dad’s face every time he got a perfect score on a test. Won a prize at the science fair. Outran every single one of his classmates.

Sees the warmth of pride, of happiness that lit up his eyes. Made them shine. Made Pete think that he could shine, too.

“Why do you want to be a naval aviator?”

Despite himself, he reaches out a tentative hand and touches Tom’s cool cheek. Brushes his fingertips down the slope of his strong jaw, wishing he could banish the stress from his expression.

Tom’s hands still, then crumple into tight fists as his eyes harden into pools of ice.

“I want to serve my country. Be a part of something bigger than myself. Honor my family—” Tom says, and that’s it, isn’t it? It’s that simple.

“Then why is it that I can’t do the same for my country? For my family?” he interrupts, knowing that Tom has to see reason now. That it’s all so very simple when you put your mind to it. “Don’t you see, Tom? If my father was here today. If he was alive… he would’ve been so proud of me.”

Pete hastily wipes the wetness rolling down his cheeks. Tastes the saltwater on his lips.

If he was here today. If Dad was alive. I wouldn’t even be here.

There’s stars dancing in front of his eyes, and he can make out each individual pin-prick of light. A dazzling, blistering white. Like Magnesium burning in the air with a brilliant, luminous flame.

Tom’s silent for several seconds, his eyes dark, almost black in the dim light of their bedroom. “I think if your father was here today, he wouldn’t want his only child to fly in active combat. To risk getting shot down, or captured, or killed.”

The rings on his left hand feel a lot heavier than they did an hour ago, like they weigh a thousand tons each. Like they’re rusted metal chains shackling him to the cold, lifeless ground.

“You keep talking as though we’re actually at war,” Pete says. You’ve no idea what Dad would’ve wanted for me, Pete thinks. You didn’t know him. You don’t even know me. Not really. “The Cold War’s practically over.”

“I guess we should write Brezhnev, then. Wonder how long it’ll take them to tear down the Iron Curtain now that you’ve declared the War’s over.” Tom deadpans, his voice flatter than Pete’s ever heard it. Unwavering gaze flickering down to his belly before settling on his tear-stained face. “You know this isn’t just about the Cold War, Pete. As long as we’ve had history, there has been combat. We aren’t going to enter an era of world peace just because our military has started commissioning omegas.”

“You’re being a hypocrite. You do realize that, don’t you?” Nausea burns the pit of his stomach. Punishing and hot. His chest aches like someone’s taken a sledgehammer to it, ragged breaths rapidly burning his insides. “You stand there and talk about the dangers and unpredictability of war when you’re fully prepared to serve in one, if and when duty calls. I’m supposed to live with the knowledge of not knowing when you might be sent off to combat. Deal with it as a part and parcel of my life. But God forbid, I ask you to do the same for me—”

“I shouldn't have to be the one to tell you that alphas and omegas would be taking on a very different set of risks going into active combat duty,” Tom bites out. His expression’s a mask but Pete can see the carefully-restrained fear in his eyes. An emotion so out of place on Tom’s face, it almost stuns him speechless. “Say you get shot down over enemy lines one day. Say you don’t go out in a blaze of glory as you might imagine… What then, Pete? Do you know what the prisoners of war lived through at Hanoi? Do you have any idea how bad it got for them? Imagine how much worse it could get for an omega…”

“What are you saying?”

Pain sparks through the base of his skull, making him drop his head down and press his clammy fingers to his brow. It feels as though he’s slowly being ground into dust. These days, it always feels that way.

How much worse could it get?

“Please, don’t make me spell it out for you,” Tom whispers, somehow instinctively knowing that Pete doesn’t understand. That he hasn’t thought about getting shot down. About getting captured. Getting killed.

“Everyone’s gotta die someday, right?” His throat hurts from the effort it takes not to cry. He closes his eyes. Thinks about his life. The seemingly endless hours spent at home alone. Doing laundry. Washing dishes. Dusting shelves. Throwing up until he’s sobbing from the relentless pain in his head. Thinks about the second line on his test. Bright pink and impossible to ignore.

About how maybe, there are worse things than death. Than being eighteen and feeling like your life’s over already. Than not being where you want to be.

Even if it doesn’t feel that way.

“I could die five months from now. Or in five years. Or fifty. That’s not upto me, Tom. Some things are just… out of our control. But what I can do is make my life matter. Make it worth something. I want to learn. I want to grow…”

I want all of the same things you do.

“And I want all of those things for you. I want you to study. I don’t care about how much it costs us, as long as you get to learn. I want to do things your way. When we got married, I promised myself we’d do everything your way—” Tom pauses for a moment. Weighs what he’s about to say next. Seems like he doesn’t want to say it but soldiers on anyway, jaw set in a tense line. “But you need to stop chasing ghosts, Pete.”

Something cold and heavy swoops up from Pete’s belly. Settles on his chest. Presses hard against his ribs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The heavy feeling worsens. Squeezes his lungs. Sharp and unkind. Almost like he’s cracked a rib.

“I think you do.” Tom’s mouth twitches, and he looks away. Runs a hand across his tired face, looking much older than his twenty-one years. His Annapolis ring glints a caustic blue in the dim light. A potent reminder of all the things in the world that just aren’t meant for Pete. “You don’t need to join the Navy to make your life matter. You don’t need to seek validation in what you think your father would’ve wanted for you—”

“Fuck you.” His stomach wrenches and he presses his hands over his abdomen, struggling not to vomit. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s angry. To recognize the raw, painful thing lurking under his sternum. To give it a name. Tom takes a step towards him, concern flickering across his face, bleeding into his ice-cold eyes. And Pete leans away. Lets the tepid air rush in between them. “Fuck you, Tom.”

Because that’s his father. That’s his life. His dreams Tom’s talking about so callously. Dismissing like Pete’s just a lost little child who doesn’t know right from wrong. Doesn’t know what he wants. Who doesn’t know himself.

“Yeah, fuck me.” Tom sucks in a breath. His next exhale a little bit sharper. A lot less steady. He stares down at Pete’s bloodless fingers still clutching the flat of his belly, before looking up and meeting his eyes. Wistful and angry and resigned. “But that’s how we got ourselves into this situation. Didn’t we, Pete?”

[asketho]

Etho. Mr slab. Ethoslab. Shaking you back and forth

Ask him!!!!!

-🌻

No. I don't want to lose him as a friend. I can live with things as they are.

[team-avia]

There is something about the way Cassandra holds her coffee cups that invoke a primal instinct within me and I just wanted to give you a heads up that I'm going to have to sue. (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh) I put the scream in bracket so you wouldn't get startled.

:) everything is going according to keikaku (keikaku means plan)

finch

[sunflower-eddiediaz]

Indelible is your name. Your name is indelible in my thoughts.

INDÉLÉBILE by Yseult

[taeddybearkim]

Them: "Damn bro who's got you smiling like that??"

Me:

[yournameoverandover]

bullet journaling is the best actually bc it allows you to romanticize your life a little bit and revisit your memories to enjoy or process :) pass it on