#But here goes nothing

[manfuckthisimout]

I promise to god if that man looked at me like this?

FOLDED IMMEDIATELY!

Let me take you through my mid for a moment:

Yoongi doesn’t argue.

He simply doesn’t have the energy to waste on something little and petty like that.

Unless it’s something relationship changing, he’s not going to dwell on it. He prefers to squash the little stuff in favor of peace and solitude.

But that doesn’t mean you can talk crazy to him.

“You know what, fuck the dinner! I don’t care anymore, you can starve for all I care!” Yoongi has been coming home late for three days now, often taking his work home with him. You came into his home studio to ask him what he wanted you to make for dinner, but you were only met with short answers. “Like I said babe, make whatever you want. I’m gonna eat it regardless, just lemme finish this.”

Yoongi was knee deep in producing something or another for some artist in the industry. His work was superb, but he often threw himself into it, often neglecting eating or sleeping for hours at a time. You just wanted to sit down and have a nice meal with your boyfriend, is that too much to ask? “I’m asking you because I want to make something you’d eat now, not after I go to bed.” You spat, eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m still gonna eat regardless, what does it matter the time?” Yoongi replies, his voice cool. You can’t see his expression, for his back is turned to you, but you just know that furrow that appears when he’s focused on two things at once is present between his brows.

You storm over beside his desk, forfeiting your position in the doorway a few seconds prior. “I know you eat Yoongi, but it’s timing that matters! You can’t keep neglecting your needs for some stupid beat that will still be here tomorrow!” You holler, your frustration getting the better of you. His eyebrows raised at the mention of his name. You kept going, “Y’know, why is it you keep bringing this shit home anyway? Are you too busy at work doing something else than get this done? Or someone? Am I not enough for you anymore Yoongi? Is that it?” You seethe.

Yoongi’s head whipped up and over to you so fast you hardly saw it happen. His chair was turned around now, parallel to you standing beside his desk.“What did you say? Say it again.” He says, his voice dangerously low. He was looking at you, daring you to make your assumption again. You were taken aback, almost tripping over his chair due to the sheer closeness of him. But stupidly, you did not yield. “Are you sleeping with another girl! Is that why you seemingly never have anytime for me anymore?” You hiss. His brows raise further, pinching at the top of his forehead to make wrinkles in his skin. He looks positively bewildered, speechless by your audacity.

You two stay like what feels like an eternity. Not blinking, hardly breathing. Suddenly Yoongi turns in his chair and unceremoniously closes his laptop. He’s up and out to his chair a moment later, and approaching you. Cornering you onto the couch that sits besides his desk. “You think…I would cheat on you? Over something as petty as dinner?” His voice is still that same tone, and you suddenly feel like prey about to get eaten whole by its predator. You’re fucked. Suddenly your knees are weak and you can feel your heart hammering in your chest. Yoongi’s eyes are slits, his brows still in that same pinch from when he was sitting down.

“I get the taking care of myself part. I get you wanted to do something nice for me. But assuming I’m cheating on you because I took home some work? I don’t know how you could think that,” Yoongi says, cool and collected. He’s cornered you so far that you’ve fell onto the couch, on your back, facing him. He climbs on top of you. Lowers his face inches from yours. “I have everything I need laying out in front of me. Why would I ever step out?” He says softly.

You’re speechless, a flush crept onto your cheeks. You can feel his breath fanning over you. He’s looking deep into your eyes, following your head movements to keep the contact going. “Answer me, hm? Why would I do that?” Yoongi leans down to press fleeting kisses into your neck. “I-I don’t know…” You say, meek and shy with your words. You feel like an idiot for ever thinking it. Here is this man, tired, hungry—still proving to you that he loves you no matter what.

“You don’t know and..?” Yoongi replies. He pulls from your neck, resting his lips onto your forehead. “I was silly for thinking it. I-I know you would never do that to me. I’m sorry honey.” Yoongi pecks your forehead, leaning back to look at you. He smiles. “I forgive you. Just—don’t do that to me again, please? I don’t know if my heart can take it.” You nod. “Can I have a kiss?” You ask, shyly looking into his eyes. “Of course my love.”

Note: I’ve never written anything this long! (At least not about yoongi lol) this was going to be short like the rest of my content, but it turned into this.

I hope you enjoy!

[sun-and-flames]

“… and then, in a few years we could-“

“Please, marry me.”

She freezes, the words a plea carried by the wheat stalks around them ruffling in the breeze as she turns around with lips parted and eyes wide.

She catches him rubbing the back of his neck, a hint of red on his cheeks. Wheat teases his sides in the small path they have created amidst the field, the sun shining down on them, dipping the tips of his hair in liquid gold.

Beautiful. But, in this moment she barely registers how ethereal he looks.

“I… I’ve been practicing this in my mind so many times waiting for the right moment, but…” He lets out his small laugh, a sound she gets to hear more and more these days. Ever since the dawn returned, when fate’s ties got severed and lives were granted, he has slowly found his smile again.

She's still so grateful for that.

“Guess I still can’t stop the thoughts from just... spilling sometimes, huh?” he asks more himself than her. He shakes his head then, before taking a deep breath. When he finds her eyes again he seems calm and yet nervous at the same time. His gaze keeps hers, but it’s almost as if she can hear how hard and fast his heart is beating.

If it wasn’t for her own threatening to burst from her chest any second. She heard him. This… This is real? Is he going to…?

“Let me do it right,” he says and takes a few steady - confident - steps towards her. He reaches for her left hand, cradling her much smaller palm in his.

And then he drops to one knee.

For a moment Lina feels like she may faint, her eyes burning before he even says a single word.

He takes another a deep breath before raising his head, clear blue eyes - full of nothing but love, devotion and gratitude - meeting hers before he finally speaks, his hand holding hers steady.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe that we’re here. Together. And after seeing how far we’ve come I don’t know where I would be without you. Where Amphoreus would be without you. You stood by me this whole time. When I came to your shop and made you laugh by hiding in that… ridiculously huge vase neither of us knew the journey ahead of us. But you never left. Not even at my lowest. I would’ve lost myself to the the urge to let it all go, I would’ve given in to the hopelessness and believed that everything was futile. If it weren’t for you. You never faltered nor doubted me. And I know my light could never shine for anyone ever again without having you by my side. For what is the sun without the sky to embrace and hold it? So please, my love, will you marry me and allow me to become your husband to one day give back all that you’ve given me throughout this journey?”

She almost doesn’t see the tiny box in his other hand, nor the ring nestled in white velvet.

Time stands still and tears fall before her mind catches up with how her heart is crying out in joy and surprise and relief and-

“Yes! Yes, yes, of course,” she keeps chanting and she watches how is eyes light up, even brighter than before, that puppy look she always enjoys seeing so much finally returning. He lets go of her hand only to properly take the ring out of the box.

Her body trembles as she watches how he slides the ring on her finger. Gold, resembling wheat stalks - so undeniably and beautifully him - and three tiny gems. One golden, one blue, one black.

A thought crosses her mind, breaks through the haze of the joy of the situation and she finds his eyes. He understands her without her saying a single word. Of course he does. He slides his fingers over the band on her finger, lingering on the gems with a small smile on his face.

“They’re supposed to represent all that I am. All that I have ever been. And I need you to know how much I appreciate and cherish that you so unconditionally accept every side of me.”

She feels fresh tears running down her cheeks, unable to keep them in, too overwhelmed by him, by her own emotions and everything this moment means to the both of them.

And in an instant she pulls her hand from his and throws her arms around his shoulders instead, burying her face in the crook of his neck. His small laugh washes over her like a tidal wave and she holds him tighter to herself.

“I love you,” she says, voice broken by a sob. “I love you.”

She feels his heavy exhale fanning over her ear as his arms hold her steady against him, still kneeling on the ground. “I love you too.”

I've been in a sappy mood recently and been thinking about Phainon's and my wedding.

I've been thinking about how he proposes for so long, so writing it down came way too easily actually 🙈

Also the design of the rings asdfghjkl I'm so glad I found them. The one with the 3 gems was edited by me real quickly 🙈

I hope you liked it <3

[justgoji]

I made a bunny piko ref sheet lmfao

[anastasia-orlov]

Tiktok kinda hates me, in the last two days I got so many anti Nesta on my FYP.

And seeing at least few of them till the end got me in to thinking.

What are reasons that I love her so, so much. Like seriously people she is my “roman empire” and she is not even real. And I came to this conclusion.

Nesta might be not a “good” person in the sense of how you portray heroes in the media as a whole.

But she is without doubt the most interesting and best written character in the whole series. At least in my opinion.

There are characters who are likable or a few of them were interesting for a period of time but somehow they lost their emotions and personality along the way. They became somehow empty and hollow. And at least me myself lost the connection to them, lost the ability to feel for them.

Nesta is through the whole series someone who brings strong emotions out of me and to the story itself be it negative or positive.

She is someone who brings conflict and realness. And that I find most refreshing is. She is someone who self-reflects her own persona and one of the few characters who actually feel remorse. Her wrongdoings aren’t romanticized, there isn’t some pretty excuse for it. She did wrong things because she did wrong things, just like that.

She is gray not as “morally grey” but gray like a real human being. If you think about it we as humans are all somewhere in the gray area. I think not one of us sees himself or herself as just bad or evil person. We all have reasons for the things we do.

And Nesta is a perfect character to show that.

And I am sorry but even-though she is a real bitch sometimes and even tough she is absolutely not the perfect “good” person for me she is the only, reason I stayed with this series as long as I did. Like seriously THE ONLY reason.

I love her because she is the most interest in most captivating and the best written character. That’s it, that’s the reason.

[gunkyengines]

Genuine curiosity talking here, to those who see this post within the community: what do you classify as a proshipper and/or an anti? because there's never any consistency in the definitions I see, and because of that I have a subzero understanding of what most of the discourse actually is about. I feel I'm a little removed from the situation because I'm not necessarily aligned with anything bc of the lack of ideological read I'm getting from it. Only rule on this post is to not start discourse on it, I'm fucking begging, just let me know how you define the terms.

[blueheronpronouns]

One of my friends said that Pearl (from the hit game series Splatoon) has the same energy as Angela (from the hit YouTube channel Smosh) and something possessed me to create this,,,, (image under cut cause it's really big for some reason)

[thedenofravenpuff]

Netværksmøde for aseksuelle i Danmark, på Buens Bogcafe i Aalborg, lørdag den 19. august!

Jeg medbringer hjemmelavet muffins!

Translation: Network meeting for asexuals in Denmark, at Buens Bogcafe in Aalborg, Saturday the 19th of August.

I bring homemade muffins!

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[studiopathos]

new logo for the game!

which game?

i dunno, but i think it's cool!

[keyboardsmashorsomething]

@templeofvengeance

First, just to get this out of the way, this is all purely hypothetical. Any bingos or almost-bingos that I happen to get or don’t get do not constitute any kind of further obligation to any parties involved. The act of filling this out does not automatically imply interest in any job opportunities that may or may not be open. Okay? Good. Now that that’s out of the way, here’s my bingo sheet.

Detailed breakdown of all the squares (because I’m nothing if not thorough) under the cut.

Prior combat experience: I took a couple of weeks of archery lessons. I’m a terrible shot, but I guess I technically know how to use a weapon. The “technically” in that sentence is carrying a lot of weight.

Willing to commit murder: Never know until you try, right? First time for everything? (For legal reasons this is a joke)

Swear to protect the travelers of the night: Yeah. That’s an important job.

~*Dramatic*~: I’m like the least dramatic person ever. Also, what are the asterisks and tildes for?

Will follow orders: Look, blame my PDA profile or whatever it’s called. Not me.

Trauma: No idea what counts as trauma. Honestly, probably. My therapist says I have most of the signs of childhood trauma. But I remain convinced that because I wasn’t almost eaten by lions or something that I can’t have trauma.

Speaks multiple languages: I took two years of Spanish in high school? That I forgot most of? Yeah, that probably doesn’t count.

No prior religion/would pray to an Egyptian god anyway: I grew up atheist. No idea what I am now, but not someone who cares a whole lot about hard restrictions.

Willing to look crazy in public: Brother, I do this part all on my own, without your help or any god really. (I have so many stories) (No, you don’t need to hear them)

ANGRY: Anger is best emotion <3

Likes the moon: Moon = cool.

Vigilante vibes: What does that even mean?

Few family or friends: No friends. Plenty of family members, but no one I care a lot about I guess. I don’t know how you’re supposed to feel about your family.

Had an Ancient Egypt phase: Who didn’t?

Dislike of other gods: Nope, sorry. Hephaestus they could never make me hate you.

Likes alcohol: Smells terrible. Plus, I don’t need my brain more messed up than it already is.

Likes to travel: No. (I don’t like staying home either, but that’s entirely beside the point)

Knows how to make offerings/willing to learn: During my religious crisis (which is probably ongoing and I’m just repressing it) I dabbled in paganism for a bit. Didn’t stick, but I remember how to do offerings.

Believes in revenge: Very much so.

Belief in ghosts/supernatural: I won’t say I’m a hardcore believer, but I’m fairly open-minded

Talkative: Nope. Like, at all.

Loyal: I’m honestly not sure what loyalty encompasses. And I really don’t like most definitions I’ve heard of it.

Calls him by his PROPER NAME: I mean, usually. But freedom of speech is important too. This is my PDA profile leaking through again, isn’t it?

[fenristheulv]

Hey! I just saw a post that suggested green ad the colour of hope cause its the colour of new growth after a forest fire and stuff(if this interpretation of the poll is incorrrct then shh! I'm running with this), but I've always thought about it as yellow, cause of lights in windows when it's dark out so I've always associated it with heat cause its cold and dark where I live. And now I'm wondering if its a regional connection.

Now, for all others options, please tag what you think, also i understand that "somewhere warm/cold" are subjective but I think of it as if it regularly snows in spring then its cold(for me that's March forward, i know the layout looks a little different in other parts of the world)

Please reblog for a larger sample size

[angelshizuka]

Autism Acceptance Month: Autistic Headcanons

"Prince, all alone, upon your throne. Your power is so frail. You raise your voice, you have no choice. Inside your gilded jail." ↳ Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia (Helluva Boss)

[gendersucksstartaband]

Okay, friends, I'm posting my first Kinktober writing here. It's for #15, which is Bratting/Brat-taming. It's between my two characters Avery and Logan.

Some warnings before we get into it: Avery does slap Logan across the mouth, but it's more meant to stun him than hurt him.

This writing is short, because I'm still figuring out how to write Logan's bratting and how Avery deals with it, but here we go. Posting the prompt under the read more. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think, if you're so inclined. <3

Also tagging @amingusamongus as you were the first person to suggest a number to me. Thank you!!

“If you insist on acting like a brat, I’m going to have to treat you like one,” Avery says testily. He’s not close to snapping at Logan, he has too much self-control for that, but sometimes his pup needs a reminder of who exactly is in charge in their relationship.

Logan opens his mouth to say something snarky, but he doesn’t get a chance because Avery’s hand quickly darts out to smack him across the mouth. It’s not a hard slap, and Avery’s not angry, but it certainly does the job and Logan shuts his mouth, looking stunned as he does so.

“That’s it,” Avery says smugly. “If I knew all it would take to get you to shut up and listen was smacking you on the mouth, I would have done this a while ago.”

Logan narrows his eyes and opens his mouth again, but Avery raises his hand and Logan reluctantly shuts his mouth. Not that he didn’t enjoy the slap, it certainly got him interested, but he knows that Avery doesn’t often choose corporal punishment as how he gets his point across.

Avery smiles then, like he often does when Logan finally obeys him. If it weren’t for Logan’s contrary nature, he’d do whatever it took to keep Avery smiling at him like that. However, considering his difficult nature, Logan often finds himself facing down Avery’s frowns until he corrects his behavior. 

“You’re a good boy,” Avery tells Logan, whose eyes narrow like he’s certain Avery is fucking with him, but he lets Avery continue, “You just need to be reminded of that sometimes, don’t you?”

Not sure if that’s a trick question or not, Logan reluctantly nods, and Avery smiles at him again.

[itsscaredycat]

meet marcos and harley! my newest ocs, they do urbex and ghost hunting together

top pic is their up-to-date designs, second is the very first sketch i did of them back in july, and the last two are more early sketches that i like

i have more art of them to come….. i’ve been drawing them nearly nonstop for over a month now in-between work and other projects 😅

[owocontroversy]

because i'd like to do this on diwali (and also because i'm not very original), here goes...

if this gets 7k posts by jan1st 2024, i'll learn how write a song. and write one. that i'm happy with.

if it gets 10k posts, i'll do my best to produce + record it.

[bloggingboutburgers]

Yeah, I know "not all aro/aces" and all, but please don't use "not all aro/aces" as an excuse to not explore anything exclusively aro/ace ever. Otherwise any trace of aro/aceness might end up effectively lost to fandom osmosis.

To sum up... If you wouldn't be homophobic that way, please don't be aphobic that way.