i love when the cute shojou girlies lie in bed and ponder
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i love when the cute shojou girlies lie in bed and ponder
Frutiger Miraculous 2
Ughhh spent a whole day finishing this
Frutiger Miraculous
Yeah this might be the end I’m so tired of drawing atp💔
worst part of being an adult is how often youre forced to nag. you Have to be annoying or youre never getting anything done. which is unfortunate considering how common it is to teach kids to never nag and be annoying ever
original version
Imagine Sylus whose heart breaks anytime he finds out you didn't buy something you like because of a tight budget.
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We all know he loves to spoil you but he really gets that weird heartache anytime you tell him casually about the times where money limits you.
He knows you are capable of affording your own stuff, and that you don't want him to buy you expensive things just like that. You'll say "I don't want you think that I'm with you cause of the things you give me" or "Sylus it's not a big deal, we could have used that money to buy necessary things like groceries" and he almost wants to scoff right at your face.
How could you deny yourself the good stuff? You work hard, are a literal angel on earth and you more often than not put others needs before your own. Hell, you even give more presents to him than to yourself.
That's why he learned not to ask when buying something for you. He takes quick glances at your phone screen, that item you'd been eyeing for weeks on display for Sylus to memorize while you look at the same picture with a pinched brow, waiting for that discount that was honestly never gonna come.
In a few days a package is at your door and Sylus couldn't be more happy seeing you smile and giggle the moment you open the box.
Another day he notices the tiny pout of your lips and couldn't help himself from asking you "What's the matter kitten?" He says putting his polished gun down to pay full attention to you. At first you are reclutant to tell him, a silly matter making you sulk was a bit pathetic in your mind, but you couldn't help the sour feeling, you really wanted a cute expensive pair of shoes and when your savings finally made it to cover the price of it, the shoes weren't available anymore.
Deception still lingers in your eyes when you say it's fine, so of course Sylus can't have that. He is gonna search in every website for those damn shoes behind your back. And when he finally finds it and checks the quality of it, he is annoyed with the people who had the nerve to charge that much for an ass quality thing.
You deserve much better, and Sylus is so down to find you a customized pair of shoes, something unique and exquisite just for you. Needless to say, you forgot the ugly feeling when you tried on his gift.
He doesn't want your pretty head to worry about something so trivial for him as money, nevertheless he still notices every time your head starts doing the math, keeping mental note on how much things cost and how much he's spent on you. He hates it, and he is gonna kiss you every time just so you lose count.
He wants to spoil you but more than that he wants to give you something that makes you happy.
He wants you to feel completely capable of anything, for you to not worry about buying something for yourself, about wanting stuff, about surviving when you, out of everyone he knows, should be living.
He knows more than anyone that money gives you freedom, maybe that's why he insists on providing for you, saying "Kitten I can take care of anything if you want me to, you just have to say yes"
When you say no he'll respect it even if it hurts him a little, however he still treats you something fancy when you eventually figure your financial matters out. He says it's a present for being his smart and hardworking sweetheart, and you can't help but melt in the praise.
And when you do accept his help, he is the happiest man alive and will take care of any expenses you might have. He doesn't want you worried ever again.
With him you don't have to worry about making it to the end of the month, you don't need to think about debts, you don't have to choose between what you need and what you want, you can be greedy and choose both.
Sylus is a giver, whether it's money, material stuff, support, company, a confident or a lover he is happy to spoil you rotten, you could totally take everything from him and he will thank you in the process.
The truth is, you're only selfish when it comes to him. Everything could disappear in an instant, but he's the only thing you'd give anything to keep.
The only one you refuse to let go.
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a/n: Not me fantasizing about financial stability.
Inspired by some custom made heels I saw online and found out that they are made in my country, but the company is not selling them anymore :( (not that I have the budget to buy them but I wanted the possibility of it)
find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her
soft mornings
content: fluff, sleepiness, soft intimacy
you wake up slowly.
not because of noise — but because of warmth.
the room is still dim, morning light barely slipping through the curtains, painting everything in soft gold. you’re half-aware of where you are, wrapped in unfamiliar sheets that already smell like him. clean. comforting. safe.
joshua.
he’s asleep beside you, on his back, one arm thrown lazily over your waist like it ended up there without asking permission. his breathing is slow and even, chest rising gently beneath your cheek. his face looks softer like this — lashes resting against his skin, mouth slightly parted, completely unguarded.
you stay still, afraid that moving might break the moment.
your fingers trace lazy patterns over his t-shirt, barely touching, just enough to feel the warmth of him beneath your hand. you think about how this is the first morning you’ve woken up like this together. how natural it feels. how your body already knows where it belongs.
he shifts slightly. you freeze.
but instead of waking up, he tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer without opening his eyes. his chin dips, forehead resting against your hair, like his body found you before his mind caught up.
“mm,” he hums quietly, voice thick with sleep.
you smile into his chest.
he doesn’t say anything else — just breathes you in, nose brushing your hair, like that’s enough. like you are enough.
a minute passes. maybe more.
then, barely above a whisper, he murmurs, “don’t go.”
your heart stutters.
“i’m not,” you whisper back.
his grip relaxes, satisfied. his thumb starts tracing slow circles against your side, absentminded, intimate in a way that feels domestic already. he still hasn’t opened his eyes.
“good,” he says softly. “five more minutes.”
you laugh quietly. “you said that ten minutes ago.”
“i know,” he smiles, eyes still closed. “i’m asking again.”
you shift slightly, settling more comfortably against him, legs tangling with his under the covers. the morning stretches, unhurried, wrapped in warmth and silence.
this — this is the part you’ll remember later.
not the dates. not the big moments.
but the way he holds you like he’s afraid you might disappear if he loosens his grip. the way he presses a sleepy kiss to your hair without thinking. the way staying feels easier than leaving.
eventually, he opens his eyes.
they soften immediately when they find you looking at him.
“morning,” he whispers.
“morning.”
he smiles — slow, real — and pulls you in closer, forehead resting against yours.
“i could get used to this,” he says.
you already know he will.
© mingyusgfr
“𝒇orm of love.” ₍ j.ww ₎
───── ABOUT a good boyfriend is someone who ties your shoelaces so you don't trip and fall.
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A/N: finally back with a drabble 😭😭 i promise I'll make good out of my time and hopefully post more often, tysm we're almost at 900 followers 🫶🏻
“If we're going to Italy, we'll need to wear something classy. Right?”
DOGS & EXES — J. CHANGMIN
૮ - ﻌ • ა SYNOPSIS ! exes co-parenting a dog?! you see yourself facepalming when you see your ex's text, asking if you could see the dog you adopted together, ghana, because he keeps waiting for you by the door of the apartment you once shared. the next thing you knew, you were walking to the park you agreed to meet up.
CHARACS ! ex! ji changmin x fem! reader; ghana; tbz' sunwoo & haknyeon, xg's jurin & hinata
GENRE ! smau, exes to ?, crack, fluff, angst, slowburn
WARNINGS ! some jokes may be offensive (using 'lord' in the whole series), cursing, if i missed something tell me!
STATUS ! on-going (08.06.24 — )
UPDATES ! every thursday
DOGS & EXES — J. CHANGMIN
CHAPTER 21 ! # ... gaslighting failed !?
minghao hums to himself, lost in his own thought.
the sight of you making your own tea (but with the technique he taught you) in the mug you bought during your first trip together, wearing his blouse, humming to a song as he packs his bags (one of them being a suitcase he borrowed from you) to leave for a concert once again makes him think.
he realizes that he enjoys that type of intimacy. he enjoys it quite a lot, actually. minghao realizes that he doesn't like when he gets home and doesn't have your perfume lingering in the air, just like he doesn't like it when your favorite show is playing somewhere but you're not there to watch it with him.
"do you want some tea?", he hears you asking, already pulling out his mug (the one that matches yours) from the cabinet. "i think i miscalculated, i made too much."
minghao doesn't answer, but he doesn't stop you either as you pour some tea for him.
"i love you", he says it firmly. he had said that before, way too many times, but this one feels like a statement, like he's burning the words into the universe.
"what?", you laugh.
"i love you. life isn't complete without you."
minghao watches as you turn around, looking back at him with his mug in your hand. his body is physically in your living room, with hats and scarfs and many types of accessories on your couch as he chooses what to take for his trip; but as the you get closer to him the smell of herbal tea in the air takes him to a future he hopes it's not too far away - you and him, a bit older than now, drinking that same tea together while reading a book about babies, in a different, bigger house.
he realizes then how easy it is to share a life with you, and how he wants to do it for the rest of his life.
"okay, mr. romantic", you smile. "you know i love you too."
I don’t want to know what people say about me when I’m not there because frankly that’s not my business
Sometimes you need to vent about people you like and them hearing the things you say about them won’t be helpful to anybody. As long as someone isn’t going around trying to convince everyone that I’m the zodiac killer I don’t wanna know.
I know that negative things must be said about me sometimes and if they don’t think I need to hear it then I don’t need to hear it.
This is why you have at least two children. So they can complain about you behind your back. Giving other people in your life space to be frustrated with you is good. But you don’t need to hear about it. If it’s that important they should say it to your face. If they don’t tell you and they think you ought to know then that’s their problem.
Everyone is inconvenient and annoying. It comes free with being alive.
Hey babee, fujii kaze icons pleasee??? ❤️
HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE | ハウルの動く城 (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki