So I haven't been on here consistently...ever and I always try to write and take requests but it never works. With that said, I won't really be using this account anymore. I'm sorry for disappointing anyone who left me a requests. I really wanted to finish them but it didn't work out. I am so grateful for the people who read and enjoyed what I was able to publish and I hope my stories made you smile and escape reality for a bit. I'm currently in college now so with everything going on, I've just lost any passion I've had for writing. I may try to put out the stories I was close to finishing but I'm not sure if I'm keeping this account much longer. I love and appreciate you all. 💗💗💗
You don’t have to do it but I’m trying to be more social with everyone <3 If you see this then and I didn’t tag you then I invite you to do it too!! !!! Let’s all get ready for this new era together <3
How the actual heck am I coming up on my 2 year ARMY-versary?? I became a part of the fandom right after Dynamite was released…time flies when you’re having fun, I guess!
(1) Hello everyone. I'm from Ukraine. Please help spread the information about African and Nigerian students in Ukraine. #AfricansinUkraine
I read from @ nzekiev on twitter that the day before yesterday it was very hard for Africans to get on any train in Kyiv, they were letting them in the last, many managed to get in only coz they started pushing African women into the train so they had to allow everyone in. Before that if they managed to get on the train they were sent back outside with the phrase "Ukrainians first", but nobody was checking anyone's passports.
Today, February 27, he says the Ukrainian soldiers at the Polish border were holding them at gunpoint if they crossed the border before Ukrainians. These are students, they can't be fighting this war!!! Other people of color share on twitter that it's harder for them to cross the border, a Nigerian medical student told @ stephheharty they were told Ukrainians go first and were sent to the back of the queue by Ukrainian soldiers on Polish border.
@ Damilare_arah shared a video where Ukrainian soldiers block Africans from getting on trains. (https://twitter.com/Damilare_arah/status/1497654141350522880?t=rkNx-B9TffKopCRtfgZodA&s=19)
I can't figure out how to download videos from Twitter so I'm attaching screenshots. (https://twitter.com/Damilare_arah/status/1497855205098106880?t=gi_dUgx8nFI36KqlH-CeEA&s=19) (https://twitter.com/nzekiev/status/1497805019311218689?t=hz-3gS0hFxwAZQddLZI85w&s=19)
We must help. They can't be denied shelter while every other white Ukrainian gets to cross the border right before their eyes. @ chylady and @ Damilare_arah share all the important information for Africans and Nigerians on where to find help and also donations.
@ korrinesky is actively sharing all the information. This thread increases to this day and time:
They also have a Telegram chat for African and Caribbean students who are in Lviv but I can't seem to be able to copy the link directly so I'm sending the link to the tweet:
Use the hashtag #AfricansinUkraine and mentions @UN @RedCross @UNESCO @wateraid @amnesty @gatesfoundation @FordFoundation @ActionAid @Oxfam on twitter.
OMG ELLE I LOVE GRIMES (against all odds really) but she is just such a likeable and creative person
I don't think I've been told I look like a celebrity but I was once told my personality reminded someone of a female Chris Evans so I'll take it!
-Tagging: @ydyf @liquefied-cat @sunfloey @romanovvass @sunnysidefangirl @moonboohoo @ushijimacentral @armin-ocean-eyes @s-rosalia @nina-and-the-mirror-realm @imjustanuser @kath-in-bluebonnets and anyone else I feel like i am forgetting people lol
nice to meet you as well! what can i call you by? <3 if you ever choose to interact with my blog i'll need to know your name or a preferred name for the tags :D
You did well this year. I'm proud of you. Now send this to 5 people to continue the chain. The goal is to spread positivity!
hihi thanks for sending this !
1. in my bag, well, i don't carry bag but i do carry my purse around skksks. i've got some cash and coins, atm card, two antiseptic band aids, tissue paper, tylenol, aspirin, pen and paper, my phone, salt candies in case i get dizzy, and a hair tie / clutch !
2. ok so first one is google classroom lmao my future depends on it. then my sketching app, fitness record, calls and lastly, google.
3. not much except getting a hold of myself and keeping up with studies, health and diet. also, continuing piano and art is one of the most imp ones too
i'll just tag people : @rinesei @mysterystarz @animated-moon + anyone who wants to join !
1) What's in my Bag? Money, Lactose Intolerant pills, my erasers and headphones.
2) Top 5... I'd say Spotify, Crunchyroll, Insta, Tumblr and my notes app
3) Everytime I say I'll do something, I don't. So a resolution is out there window. However, I do have basic expectations I want to live up to, and I should set on doing that.
@gojosimpehe @kayasmind And anyone who wants to join,,,
1) I don't carry a bag around! I have a wallet that fits in my pocket and that's pretty much it. If I am going to the gym have a backpack, but other than that I don't like the stress of having to be responsible for my stuff lol
2) Hulu, Crunchyroll, Instagram, Youtube, and Chess (oops)
3) sorry for being boring but I don't make resolutions! I think you should make changes in your life whenever you need to and shouldn't wait for the end of the year but I would love to hear about all of yours ;)
↠ warnings: some parts weren't edited (whoops), swearing, tooth rotting fluff <3
↠ summary: he'd think endlessly about throwing the 'Mrs.’ into your name as if this were his wedding. but he couldn't help it when you looked the way you did
↠ work count: 2.2k
a/n: big thanks to the lovely @hoshblr and @gyukult for not only taking the time to beta read this, but also for all of your sweet comments! i absolutely adored them! hope you all enjoy <3
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He’d forget that God was watching him.
The blunder would recur in a respite pattern, pliant eyes shifting back and forth from you to the subjects of the revered ceremony. He’d spent all that time mulling on who to throw the blame on; you, the motherfucking dress code or the sun well within its intention to embrace you so amorously; embracing you in a way that Jungkook was strictly prohibited to, as far as most wedding ceremonies go.
It was an entire fucking hour of his brain in wearing vim. Scenes upon scenes of how he’d so wanted the candied revelry to play out for himself. For you. And he is so secure within the thought of such.
It was a good thing you hadn’t missed the impish little glances thrown in your direction, too. Roe-deer-like irises, amiable grins and the sugary mouthing of “I love you”s; nothing short of a searing-red rose amongst a formidable vine of dingy thorns.
The sky’s ever-shining orb was in his favor this time - now that the two of you were alone - generous in its part to venerate your deep brown, oh so kissable shoulders, the glitter on your face as well as the decorative assemblage of blossoms in your winsome cloud of coils.
It was the sunflowers he’d taken interest in, how simply consonant they were with your dress gleaming in its audacious yellow and dancing along with the sweetly gentle breeze. He’d always thought the color yellow went well with your skin. There was just something about the sunny hue that roared with praise to the melanated abundance. An unfathomable enigma, but yet a very eye-catching phenomenon. And the sunflowers in your hair? They stayed in spite of every movement, forever in your gorgeous debt. And he adores it. He adores you.
“Okay, what is it now?” Amused, you chime in.
“Just enjoying the view.” The response was delivered painlessly. A bashful smile at the benign simplicity had threatened to make its way across his pretty face.
He’d excluded a minute detail from that treacly answer: he wasn’t just enjoying the view. He'd pictured tenderly calculated steps towards his idle form, whilst numerous eyes tread your heavenly feat with arrant focus. Your eyes would be on each other, gleaming a frustratingly unexplainable ardor worth a role in churchly folklore. And you’d have a bouquet in your hands, of course.
He could hear it now, the fanciful utterance of “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” and his heart did somersaults. The following giggle hadn’t done anything to help the situation either.
“You’ve got something to say, Guk. Talk to me.” You prod gently.
“Well, what should I say?”
“Exactly what it is you’re thinking about saying.” Consonantly, you’d answered his question, the fantastical timeliness sending a bright red rush to his cheeks. His hands itched and quivered about on his sides, a shrill urgency to cover the comically rubescent mess. But he’d kept his hands at their place, anyway. He’s so stubborn, but in no way is that an aidable oddity.
Words, sentences, exalted phrases and aforesaid love confessions; they all hung fire in a line, dancing atop his tongue in a lusty delirium. And all the while he is somehow brought back to your little car-hosted parley, prior to your arrival, about how absolutely rude you have to be to propose at somebody else’s wedding.
Why the fuck did it have to be somebody else’s wedding? That’s what he’d then asked himself after searing cries of excitement from the recurring reception pierced sharply through the peacefulness of the garden. It had to be somebody else's wedding, somebody else’s romantic merrymaking, that steered him to such an embarrassingly amorous rapture. Somebody’s else's wedding was the reason you looked so pretty today. Somebody else’s wedding was the moment he’d fallen in love with you more than he thought he would.
And perhaps that is what he should say to you, if only the abiding chance of a “you’re crazy” slipping from your lips had ceased to exist. But fuck it, he thought. Every fervid flicker of the heart, every seemingly ceaseless musing, had escaped his mouth in the form of a simple tack of praise he at least felt was due.
“You look so beautiful.”
“Is that all?” You challenged, smiling brightly.
“Well.. I-”
“So do you.”
And you were still grinning.
Just when he’d sought the (thought to be) simple task of a love confession, you’d made this more difficult than it was meant to be.
That’s you, his sunflower bride-to-be; charmingly difficult. He’d first uttered the term to one he’d dubbed as his confidante, the lasting beat of that conversation so agonizingly vexatious he’d cursed upon his pliant brain for thinking that one too many shots of vodka was a good idea. Every word of recall entailed a splitting image of what you'd presented on your umpteenth date: a blown out cloud of hair with flowers in it. It was one of two things he’d failed to mention on that amiable night. The other thing was that cruel constraint of gut-wrenching fear that stopped him from proposing to you on the spot. He would’ve at least put back the flower that had cheekily escaped your hair.
But he’s alone with you now, favorably cheated of a derisive body. And time was of the essence. The moment’s vivacity was yet to die out in aid to the bride’s need for her maid of honor. Her maid of honor being you. Fuck, he needed to speak.
“What now, lover? Since when did compliments render you speechless? Thought you were the charming gem.”
“Looks like my said-to-be-common role had been stolen, then,” he expertly replies, poise rekindled.
The both of you treat the disjoining space to its shortage, chests nanometers away from each other. Jungkook’s hand had a mind of its own, slyly tracing its way across the small of your back in deliverance of a recondite intimation.
“Really?” Up goes your eyebrow, along with your hand in sheer keenness to fondle with his dark locks.
“Mh-hm.” He hums in response.
“Hm. But I know you’re still thinking about something. Tell me what you’re thinking about.” You egg on.
It was his queue to perform the required task. It begins with a breathy “fine,” before a zestful touch of his lips on yours follows along.
A light press on the small of your back and your lips alternate with his recurring eagerness… that is before he starts pausing in between kisses to finally abate your intuition.
“M’just thinking about…” he pauses to kiss you again, “…how beautiful you look today…” He kisses you slowly this time before continuing, “…and how I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you during that ceremony.”
“I happened to take notice,” you murmur, ever so impishly. He’s undeterred, all semblance of heed stuck strongly onto the feeling of your warm breath against his face.
“I saw something the other day, something inside me said it would have you all tingly.” He began, adoring your oh so inquisitive cock of the head.
“What is it?”
“An 18-karat DY Unit Cable.” His words escape in a balmy cadence. He continues smoothly, as if quelling waves of confusion weren't made so exceedingly evident, your eyebrows intensely furrowed and all. “It was so pretty. The diamond was so gripping, I’d spent so much thought on the mere modesty of it…”
“Okay, and why are you tel-”
He cuts you off, shakily this time, “I’d also thought about how pretty it would look… on your left hand.”
It hit you with a staggering brunt, the apt realization. And he’d noticed it, unsure of how to take your priceless facial cast. Starstruck was the only possible way to describe it.
He hadn’t even a clue if he was terrified, because right after you’d delivered a stifled “Jungkook…”, more words soberly escaped his lips like he’d prepared for this many days prior.
“It’s a good thing I don’t have it on me. Otherwise it would’ve been quite the show.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Am I?”
“You are!” You interject, an uncontrollably bright smile present.
“Then you should know something else.”
The pair of arms that snake ever so lovingly around his neck incites him so benevolently. He’s convinced that you're ready for his impeded confession, by your justly curious gaze. He takes a deep breath, in hopes to deliver his fantastical piece the best way possible - despite the urge to kiss you again approaching his bodily throne at a minacious velocity; he ought to save that for when it’s considered expedient.
So, here it goes…
“Throughout that tedious ceremony, I’d imagined it was you in a wedding dress, with a bouquet in your hands, standing under that altar and all. I couldn’t possibly identify why. Something at the back of my mind told me that it was simply the way you’d carried yourself. Not to say that I haven’t felt this way for a while… because I have.” He stands taller, if that was even possible, at absolute pains to trounce the heat of his burning cheeks. “But I- fuck. Today, something… happened. Not to be all super syrupy or anything… but it was like some sort of button was pushed. Like… right at that very moment. And I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you. About what we could be. About what I would really, really want us to be.” he sighs, “ what I’m trying to say is…"
“Is…?” You cheerfully goad.
He shakes his head, irked breaths heaving out like he’d had some attack mounted in desperation for his dear life. Always so dramatic. But he'd accept that judgment, anyway.
“It’s not even a question. You have to marry me.”
And that was it right there. His bit was complete.
It was now your turn, to set free the desired tidings of your expression. A sentence; the simple corollary of what is the vibration of the vocal cords paired with the sweet actions of your lips, tongue and teeth; an awaited tool that has the man breaking into cold fucking sweats for whatever reason. It was too bad. His soothing conscience was on mute, and it was from you whom he’d learned the colossal insignificance of those recurring jitters.
“I- I mean… has that ever been a question?” You ask, seemingly stirred.
He freezes, thrilled, an effortless mein of ‘wait… is this really happening?’ “I- so… I’m assuming that’s a yes?”
“I’ll let you figure that out,” were your last words before his lips were back on yours, gleeful chuckles vibrating against each other’s pillowy zest. He’d made it a point to slow down in warmth to time’s relatedness.
Time doesn’t move when he’s with you.
Your hands, catching at the nape of his neck with an unrelenting greed, seemed to agree too, from which his moans and heavy sighs joined in with the breeze’s sweet song of service. He’d swear he could stay, be it all day, all week, all year… forever? Your touch is what he deems a seminal mark of healing worth wars. And many times more, he’ll state the newfound creed.
“Jungkook,” You murmur against his zealous lips.
“Mhm?”
“The wedding.”
“The wedding?” He questions, before helplessly freeing a proud smirk, “Are we planning that now already?”
“I’d wish so too, baby,” you reply, voice dripping with honey in spite of the playfully derisive tone. “Unfortunately, I’m talking about the wedding we’re at now.”
He’d question how at this point his face hadn’t reduced to some eerie liquid substance. A darker shade of red was the best it could do.
He, quite dramatically, throws his head back with a sonorous groan. But that thick subcurrent of irritation dies down in an unearthly flash when he makes eye contact with you again, hand expertly making its way to your cheek for his thumb to graze the miniscule patterns of your skin.
“I love you,” He finally murmurs, ”And I don’t need you to say it back.”
“But I will anyway, you know that.”
He chuckles at that, aware of you in every respect.
“I love you too.” You murmur sweetly.
More screams of excitement lash out in a clamorous, reproofing manner. But as a show of thoughtful mercy, you’d decided that a few minutes wouldn't really harm anyone if they’d put in the effort not to take it to heart.
“As magical as this moment truly is, my devilishly materialistic side is thrilled to see what kind of show you would’ve put on.”
A tongue in cheek was all you’d intended the silky utterance to be. Truly. And he knew that. Even so, keen eyes found their way to the ground, all regard to the aforementioned diamond ring being put to rest.
His fount of influence lay barren among the vividly green streaks, yellow petals still attached to its treasured brown bundle of seedlings. He slowly bends down, as if trying not to scare it away, picking it up with a godly precision by its petal.
He’d remained aware of your feverish gaze. It lingered all the way through, and he himself was at his very best to maintain it the moment he stood to his feet again.
There it was, that frustratingly unexplainable ardour, dragging on and on as his hand delicately delivers the strayed sunflower its refuge within your curly tendrils.
You’d gotten the picture, he was certain. But a sweet purr was owed to sustain the tranquil sentiment.
“It would’ve been something like this.” He whispers.
you are home. you are the feeling of lasting peacefulness. it resonates in your bones and stabilizes your surroundings. you like routine and the familiarity of things. it brings you satisfaction to have a grounded life. you want to build something you're proud of and share the benefits with your loved ones. you are the glue of your friends and family and essential to the functioning of the group. others admire your responsibility and how they can rely on you for anything. you are amazing.
No pressure tags: @katsupeach @dreamkenn @patchworkpuzzle @arquitecturadelanada @wuhllow @better-in-pencil @lowkeystan @prettyboykatsuki and everyone else who wants to
@evierena thanks for the tag! your result is lovely!!!! ♡
creative touch
you are a gem. you pride yourself on creating and sometimes you feel it defining your personality. sometimes you can be a bit scattered and messy, but it just helps your brain think that way. you have your own aesthetic and you know its incredibly cool. you are most in your element when you are doing what you love. sometimes the process is SO frustrating but the proudness of a finished product is what keeps you going. you often compare yourself to others and are the harshest critic of your own work. you are immensely talented and you are inspire others. keep doing what you are doing, love.
sensual touch
you are classy, glamourous, and eye-catching. the way you carry yourself leaves others speechless and wanting to know more. you take pride in your appearance and pay extra attention to details. you're probably very in tune with your emotions and body. you know what makes you feel good and you make it known. also, your love language is definitely physical touch. youre a hot bitch, damn
@armin-ocean-eyes @sunnysidefangirl @sunfloey @sweetkugisaki @ydyf @liquefied-cat @moonboohoo @romanovvass @kath-in-bluebonnets and anyone else!! <3
you are classy, glamourous, and eye-catching. the way you carry yourself leaves others speechless and wanting to know more. you take pride in your appearance and pay extra attention to details. you're probably very in tune with your emotions and body. you know what makes you feel good and you make it known. also, your love language is definitely physical touch. youre a hot bitch, damn.
Mostly accurate, my love language is words of affirmation though....maybe secretly physical touch
