#living love letter

[cigsaftersuh]

ㅡ living love letter.

🌹 a lee taeyong fic <3

୨ taeyong getting your doodles inked onto his skin ୧

taeyong loved being your canvas.

it started with small, lazy sketches on his arms and hands whenever you were curled up together on quiet afternoons. a smiley face here, a dainty flower there — simple little doodles drawn while you two watched movies or listened to music.

taeyong would hum along softly, letting you guide the tip of the pen or marker with care, never once pulling away.

"you trust me too much," you teased, adding swirls or stars across his wrist.

taeyong smiled, eyes fond and warm. "your art belongs on me."

what you didn’t realize back then was that he’d make those scribbles permanent.

the first one came after a particularly quiet sunday, the kind where the sunlight melted across the floor and time didn’t seem to matter. you’d drawn a tiny daisy on his wrist—crooked petals, uneven lines, but charming nonetheless.

"it’s just a doodle," you teased when he kissed it later that evening.

a week later, he showed up at your door with it tattooed in the exact same spot.

"taeyong, what-"

"i wanted to keep it," he said simply, rolling up his sleeve so you could see. the tattoo artist had copied it perfectly; every ‘flaw,’ every wobbly petal.

"it’s yours, so it’s mine now. forever."

you didn’t know what to say, just smiled at him like he’d hung the stars himself.

the second one came on his shoulder.

it had been raining all day, and you were both curled up under blankets, passing a marker back and forth as you traced lines up his arm. "let’s do something bigger," you murmured, biting your lip as you drew a little galaxy, making sure to include stars, swirls, and even a small crescent moon.

"why space?" he asked, eyes half-lidded as he leaned into you.

"because you’re my universe," you replied softly, trying not to sound too cheesy.

taeyong didn’t reply, he just smiled, tucking his face against your shoulder.

two weeks later, the galaxy was there to stay

you ran your fingers over it when he showed you, your voice caught in your throat.

“you really don’t hesitate, do you?”

"not when it comes to you," he whispered back.

the third one was a little heart on his ring finger.

it wasn’t planned at all. you’d drawn it in passing while you two were waiting for food at a small diner — “your spot.”

"to match your heart," you said, grinning like it was nothing.

taeyong didn’t tell you until months later that he’d gone to get it tattooed that very same week.

"wait, when did this happen?" you laughed, holding his hand between yours to look closer.

"it’s tiny, but it’s there," he said with a proud grin. "like you. always with me."

you didn’t know how to respond except to kiss him, your laughter tangled with his lips.

the most recent one took you by surprise.

"close your eyes," taeyong said one evening, his voice full of that familiar excitement that meant he was up to something.

"why?" you asked, suspicious but still smiling.

"just trust me."

when you opened them, taeyong was rolling up his shirt sleeve to reveal a new tattoo — a delicate outline of your handwriting, right along the inside of his forearm.

you stared, mouth open. "is that..?"

"your i love you,” he finished for you, the corners of his lips curling. "the one you wrote on my arm last week."

you remembered it — just a small moment, an afterthought as you’d scribbled the words there absentmindedly. but now, seeing it permanently etched into his skin, your chest felt impossibly full.

"taeyong," you whispered, tracing the ink gently.

he smiled at you, eyes soft. "you always say it’s just doodles, but they mean everything to me."

you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve someone like him, someone who could take the smallest things you gave him and turn them into treasures.

“you’re the most precious thing that’s ever happened to me," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forearm where the ink rested, still looking fresh.

"i’m all yours," he replied simply, his hand finding yours.

and when you looked at the collection of little tattoos across his skin — your daisy, your galaxy, your heart — you realized taeyong had turned himself into a living love letter.

the ink might have stayed, but so did he.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

[mychemicalbrromance]

Guys ive been reading peak

[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[kipsa-hoy]

It might have taken me 20 hours but I have a new lockscreen!!!

You know the drill close ups under cut

[frogfacey]

"this new generation is the dumbest and laziest ever because ai is ruining people's ability to learn!!! Why are you using ai to write emails and cover letters when you could instead LEARN this beautiful, important and valuable skill instead of growing lazy and getting ai slop to slop it for you?" oh my god. oooooh my god. oh my goooooood.

[beanghostprincess]

I got too attached to a girl who won't show up ever again so I need someone to kill me now

[naturesass]

the universe is, and we are.

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[legobiwan]

"First, let's get something out of the way: a human's ability to grasp reality is painfully limited. You don't even have free will! Don't believe me? Okay, rip a dollar in half right now. Didn't do it? Didn't think so!"

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"PS: Look what I just ripped in half! Suck it!"

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I love Stan so, so much for this.

[manzanamarim]

I love you little Nami fan! I love you one piece!!

[4him-iwrite]

Is the Bible a love letter from God?

When you think about it, the Bible is one big love letter from God to us. Like really think about! At the root of it all, the commandments, the sacrifice, the cross, the promises, all of it stems from God's love…I think we really underestimate how much God loves us. Yes even when He is correcting us, it is in love. He truly just wants what is the absolute best for us. Honestly, it’s a beautiful thing to ponder on. Every word, every verse and scripture is woven in love.

[poirott]

Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter dancing at Letters Live → November 7 2024

Source: lisasbeauty_spot Instagram Stories (Thank You!)

[mollysunder]

Jinx NEEDS to read Silco's diary! When Jinx went into Silco's safe, she didn't actually read his diary.

That means Jinx never read what Silco said about Felicis's pregnancy.

Jinx never learned that to Silco, before things went by the wayside, living and caring was an inherent act of transgression. That to bring a child into their world took bravery because there was no guarantee for their safety, there was just hope that they could make things better.

After Act 2, I can't imagine Silco's diary alone would help completely Jinx, but I think it could offer a piece of insight Jinx never had about Silco or the rest of her family. For the longest time Jinx has convinced herself she's been a curse on her family that she doesn't realize every person who's ever loved her chose to love her. Nothing in Zaun is guaranteed, not food, clean water, health, safety, or even light and but Felicia, Connol, Silco, Vander, Vi, Mylo, Claggor, and Isha all chose to love her, because that's the only risk worth taking.

In Arcane love is treated as something that inherently exposes someone, makes them "weaker". The only way love isn't a weakness, is when the world isn't a place that punishes it. Jinx was loved and still is loved because her family believed she deserved to be in a world like that and fought for it. They fought for her.

I have some hope that when Jinx returns she might learn this because the bandages in her trunk resembles her new top for her endgame outfit.

[ecstarry]

congrats on the followers loveeee!!!

💌 of reg asking effie and monty to marry james?

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter,

I write to you with my heart on my sleeve. I have loved James ever since I've know him, and if I'm honest, I believe I have loved him for longer.

As if a part of my heart knew that his love would find me and I needed to save that space for him. I could swear there was piece that had been dormant, patiently awaiting just for James Potter to claim it.

I'm hopeful that you have witnessed just how earnest my love for your son is. That even if words don't always come easy to me, you can testify to the devotion behind my eyes whenever I'm around James.

While I'm no Seer, I'm utterly convinced that I was meant to love your son. In this life and the next one.

I want to marry James.

I want to be a Potter.

I wish to have your blessing. Your word matters grately to me, Sirius and I could not have dreamed of a better place to call our home.

My promise to you is to continue loving James as honestly as I have. I truly don't think I could ever stop doing so.

He holds my heart, tenderly and delicately in his hands, the same hands you have known and cared for all these years and that I wish to continue doing so as long as we keep breathing.

As you finish this letter, and you lift your heads to what is probably the most nervous version of me you've seen, please say I have your blessing.

With all my love,

-R.A.B.

[words-at-night]

[linkedin-offficial]

please make more vivian-goombella-mario stuff, it genuinely warms my heart

feeding the brainworms