#0917

[for-jaemin0608]

— ig.jae_minee

슈퍼star.🎸

[for-yoongi0309]

🔴 슈가🌟 started their live : 오랜만입니다

[celebratedaily]

September 17th - Fictional Birthdays

Randy Pearson (That '70s Show) Whitney (Animal Crossing) Anya the Caticorn Mermaid (Squishmallows) Ashlyn the Cheetah Fairy (Squishmallows)

[asia-japan]

[ashes-onthewind]

I. guess I'm an adult now?

anyway! birthday boy right here

[kbandtrash]

So dcoy and iz are both disbanding huh 😔 an L for the kband community indeed

[ceburealestate88]

PRIVEYA HILLS PREMIUM RESIDENTIAL LOT TALAMBAN CEBU CITY

[rennebright]

0917 by mac_star [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[nununiverse]

Calligraphie de vers persans et turcs.

[for-jaemin0608]

— 230917 | bubble 🫧

[thepersonnamedsam]

he needed more than me - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x gn!reader

summary:

tears over beers - modern baseball

not strong enough - boygenius

iris - goo goo dolls

warnings: s/h, sui$ide, bad mental health

!don’t read if you feel triggered!

word count: 1k

note: don’t ever feel like there’s no one that cares, there’s always someone that does, even if it’s a stranger on the other side of the phone call.

masterlist / taglist

pls, for the love of god, if you ever feel like this is the end, talk to someone

if you are american, you can call/text 988

if you are australien, call 1300 659 467

if you are from the uk, call 0800 689 5652

if you are from the philippines, call 0917-899-8727

if you are german, call 030-44 01 06 07

these are all suicide/crisis hotlines, free and confidential, open 24/7

reach out for help, even if it’s just a friend, you can always talk to me too

——

He was my one true love, you know? He was my everything. And even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, or hold him through the night, I still knew, he was the one that I loved and I couldn’t ever let him go.

He was the sunshine in my life, the life I never quiet lived. But he brought out the best in me. The warmth spreading through my body as he smiled at me. Nothing could ever replace that feeling inside my body.

„I love you“, he murmured against my skin. Tattooed hands softly scraping my thighs. Goosebumps arose on my body and I shivered. He quietly chuckled. His laugh warmed my soul. „I love you more.“

And it was true, I loved him more than anyone ever did. My love for him was like warm milk with honey on a cold winter day. My love was all I had for him.

But it was never enough, at least not for me. I can’t speak for Daniel, you know his head, don’t you? Always smiling and never letting his true emotions shine. I just hoped he had some piece of mind with me.

„I’m so proud of you, honey“, I whispered and he squeezed me tighter to his body. He toward over my frame, a small smile playing on his lips. „So, so proud, you don’t understand.“

„I do“, he whispered back, lips against lips. I smelled his perfume on his skin. I felt his beard scratch my cheek. I felt his smile on my lips. I felt everything, his every atom, his every emotion; everything. It all felt too much, but I’d feel hell for him.

„I’d do everything for you“, he told me, softly kissing my lips. His lips tasted of honey, my favourite chapstick, that he stole once again.

„I’d do more for you.“ He never once argued over my statement, because he knew it was true. He’d kill for me, but I’d die for him.

Even when it all became too much, with all the hate and all the emotions involved, I still stayed. Even when I didn’t feel myself, even when I only felt him if I bled. I still stayed.

He was my one true love, and even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, hold him in my arms all through the night, I still knew he was the one for me.

But I wasn’t strong enough, always an angel, never a god.

The blood always hidden inside my body, his eyes never touching it. He didn’t know, or he didn’t tell me he knew.

Either way, I’d do anything for him, even if it meant, that he needed more than me. I wasn’t strong enough for him.

My skin etched to be bleeding, my thoughts begged to be stilled. He was my one true love, you know. I’d do everything for him.

Like the Goo Goo Dolls said: „Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.“

I’d give up forever to touch him, I knew he’d understand and feel me somehow. I knew he’d solve the puzzle and riddle me a new one. I knew he’d understand, even if he didn’t.

You know Daniel, he wouldn’t ever cry, not once did I see him cry in front of anyone but me. He saw me cry thousands of times. Held me close in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into my ears.

„You got this, beautiful, just hold on a little longer. „We’re gonna buy a house outside any civilisation, with a big garden. Vegetables and fruits, so I only have to go into town once a month. It’s gonna be great, I’m gonna put a diamond ring on this finger and we’re gonna hold a small wedding in our backyard. You just have to hold on a little longer, please, just eight minutes until the paramedics arrive“, he begged and begged and begged.

But my body was so tired from all the fighting, from all the hate, from all the pain. Eight minutes was too long. And I knew I hurt my love that day. But I couldn’t stand to live much longer.

Always an angel, never a god.

And when I tell you, that he finally cried in front of other people, my heart skipped a beat for my one true love. He was opening up. That was an other reason why he needed more than me.

To Daniel,

I may not get to see you as often as I’d like.

I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.

But deep in my heart I know, you’re the one that I love and can’t let go.

Don’t ever hide your emotions. Please Daniel. Don’t ever only be the sunny boy, just once in your life, be the boy crying.

Time, you just need time. You needed more than me, trust me. Because time can be two things;

The healer

or

The killer

and I’m the latter.

And as Lorelai so beautifully said;

in between

„hello and goodbye“

we loved.

Don’t ever doubt my love for you, as I always said: I’d die for you and I did. I did, because you could’ve never kill someone. You would’ve never lived with the consequences. So I died for you, took my life, so you don’t have to take any others. I took away your decision. I took it away to make your life easier, believe me.

So, stop starring at the ceiling and breath in and out. I’ll always be your angel.

Love you always and forever.

°°°

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[celebratedaily]

September 17th - Holidays

This One's for the Dudes (Game Grumps CalendAPRIL) L33tmas (Video Game High School) Fox Day Constitution Day

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

Been on a seungkwan kick lately… enjoy

[0917]

By the time Seungkwan’s eyes flutter open, the sun is making its steady way across the sky, streaming in through the filmy curtains of your shared bedroom window. It’s rare for him to wake up before you, but it was a long night for you at work, and so he wakes up beside you instead of to the noises of you making him breakfast in bed.

He likes it much better than he thought. Silently, he props his head up on one arm and lets himself drink you in -- the way your messy hair splays all over the pillow, your long eyelashes curling daintily, the sunlight hitting your shoulders and giving him a new way to interpret the word “sun-kissed”. Because who wouldn’t want to kiss you? You look so tiny in sleep, so precious. He grins as it dawns on him that if he plays his cards right, he’ll be waking up next to you his whole life.

Slowly, he sits up, not wanting to disturb your sleep. He watches you carefully as he makes his way to the door. You must really be tired, because you don’t stir at all -- not even when the door creaks loudly on his way into the kitchen.

He inspects the two-day-old flowers he gave you -- peonies, your favorites. They’re holding up, but he re-trims them for you just to be safe. Then he starts boiling some eggs, only to turn and jump about a mile in the air out of fright, yelping. Because there you are, watching him from the doorway, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You laugh as he clutches at his heart. “You were so quiet! You scared me!” he scolds, laughing too.

“I’m sorry,” you say, shuffling forward and opening up your arms. “What are you making?”

“I was going to make eggs and put them in a bowl with some rice,” he says as you wrap him up in your arms and the blanket. “Are you hungry? I didn’t want to wake you. I know you must be tired.”

“Let me help,” you say. “We can make some other things too.”

He tsks. “Eggs and rice aren’t enough for you? Wow, after everything I’ve done,” he teases.

You bury your face in his neck and nuzzle in close. “I’m just really hungry. I don’t mind dressing it up a bit.”

“Leave it to me, honey,” he says gently. “I’m good at the dressing part.”

“You are,” you agree, pushing onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “What should I do while you dress up the eggs?”

“Keep an eye on me,” he says, looking down at you and marveling at the light in your eyes, at the freckles on your nose — at you. But he just smiles, and you know what he means.

So, although it constricts his movement, you wrap your arms around his waist while he works in the kitchen, resting your cheek against the space between his shoulder blades. This is what home feels like.

[filipinofoodart]

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[asia-japan]

[rowanphotographyagain]

0917, 10/24