#:(( <3

[distopea]

@viciousbite​ answered your post

Michi at Mika: Kick, on the ass. 

“Tsst, control your dirty paw, damn thu cù!”

Michi at Mads: Run away 

“What a pitiful and childish creature right here...” 

Noir at Mads: Sneaky Embrace :3c

“Missed me?” 

[of-wine-and-blood]

@stringswoven sent: ❝you  don’t  have  to  be  strong  right  now.❞ (kate for yelena)

one  moment,  yelena  thinks  that  she's  doing  alright  and  then  it  sneaks  up  on  her,  all  the  bottled  up  grief  over  losing  her  sister  resurfaces  again,  and  there's  nothing  she  can  do  about  it.  no  way  to  fight  it,  to  fix  it,  to  run  away  from  it . . .

she  tries  the  third  option — and  that's  how  she  finds  herself  in  kate  bishop's  apartment  at  one  in  the  morning.  no  macaroni  and  cheese  this  time,  just  a  slice  of  leftover  pizza  that  yelena  doesn't  even  bother  to  reheat  in  the  microwave.  the  crust  is  stale  in  her  mouth  but  it's  better  than  choking  up  on  sobs.  kate  herself  is  not  here  yet  and  yelena  doesn't  know  whether  she's  out  there  on  some  mission  or  with  barton  or  partying  or  anything,  but  it  only  makes  her  feel  worse.

she  doesn't  know  for  how  long  she  sits  at  the  kitchen  table  when  the  door  unlocks  and  the  light  is  turned  on.  yelena  sniffles  upon  seeing  kate  enter.  she  should  say  something,  at  least  an  explanation,  but  all  she  can  muster  is  just, ❝nat . . .❞  it's  not  even  her  sister's  death  anniversary  or  birthday  or  any  other  special  day,  it's  just  a  random  tuesday  and  that  somehow  makes  it  worse.

upon  hearing  kate's  words — supportive  and  full  of  solace — yelena  can  only  fight  another  sob.

[sam-loml]

do you want me to cry!!!

[minyoonjin]

I feel this may be redundant, but how proud do you feel about Yoongi. The fact that you waited so patiently and were rewarded with something so touching, you may not be able to fully vocalise how much you love him

As to how proud I am... I cannot even begin to tell it with coherent words. I can't seem to find them ever since we learned about what he did... for once I am failing explaining myself.

I even find it hard to express myself reading this ask with how emotional it made me... there's a poem... in hungarian. It's my favourite poem ever... and only that poem could tell how I truly feel. Yoongi is the most beautiful human being I've ever had the pleasure to 'know', beautiful both inside and outside. I can only whisper my never ending thoughts into the air hoping the wind will carry it all the way to him, and when he feels a gentle breeze he will know just exactly how important and loved he is. I can only look up the sky and ask the sun to shine on him a little warmer today so he can feel warm and happy. I can only wish for the stars and the moon to always guide him and show him the way so he can never ever feel lost again.

How I wish I could show him my love... my gratitude... it's a whole hidden constellation deep in my soul, shining through me so I can have reasons to go on....

I would do anything for him... and just the fact that I can be here, listening to his words, finding comfort in his songs because he allowed me to experience them.. and heal from them... feels like a lifetime can't be enough now. To thank him. I never loved an artist this much. I never had an opportunity to love anything or anyone this much. And I hope I can support him for as long as I can. As much as a fan can love an artist.

He was there for me in all my hardships, he hold my hand through his words while I faced battles... he made me believe in that life can be meaningful and made me believe that I can heal and get better and pushed me to be brave and actually do something about it.

Yeah it's for a lifetime now. With Yoongi and with bangtan.

[darlinluxx]

𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : none

summary : when you and your girlfriend are taking a walk at night, you spot a stray cat

a/n : i have a strong feeling she has a soft spot for cats

if you have any requests, feel free to message me <3

𝐓he city hums around you, a low, throbbing heartbeat of a million lives. neon signs flicker, painting the wet pavement in streaks of electric blue and fiery orange. you and Saebyeok walk shoulder to shoulder, your hands brushing occasionally in the cool night air. her usual guarded expression is softened by the dim light, the lines around her eyes less pronounced. you appreciate these moments, the quiet intimacy that blooms between you in the spaces between the chaos.

Saebyeok’s silence isn’t the uncomfortable kind. it’s a comfortable quiet, one that allows you both to simply be. she glances at you, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. you return it, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the barely-there summer warmth.

you’re just past a small alleyway, the air suddenly damper and smelling faintly of rain and discarded cardboard, when you hear it. a small, plaintive meow, barely audible above the city’s din. you stop, your head cocked, listening.

Saebyeok pauses too, her sharp gaze scanning the darkened alley. you follow her line of sight, and there, huddled beneath a rusted dumpster, you see it. a small stray cat, its fur patchy and matted, two luminous green eyes blinking up at you both in the gloom.

it meows again, a little louder this time, a sound that tugs at your heart. it’s almost comical how small it looks next to the huge dumpster.

“poor thing.” you whispered, and Saebyeok’s gaze flicks back to you, a flicker of something in her eyes. is it empathy? you’re not sure, but it’s there. she’s good at hiding her feelings, a skill honed in a life that demanded it, but sometimes, she lets a sliver of herself show.

you move slowly towards the alley, your footsteps quiet on the pavement. Saebyeok follows, her hand resting on her pocket knife at her side just in case — a force of habit, you know, not aggression. the cat shrinks further back at your approach, it’s little body trembling, fear etched into its small features.

“it’s okay.” you say softly to the cat. you crouch down, extending a hand slowly, palm up, letting the cat see that you’re no threat. Saebyeok stands behind you, silent and observant. you can feel her gaze on your back, a comforting weight.

the cat hesitates, its head tilted as it studies your hand. then, ever so tentatively, it takes a step forward. another meow, quieter this time. it’s a cautious sound, mixed with a hint, you think, of hope.

“come here, little one.” you murmur, closing your hand just enough to gently reach for its head, stroking lightly the soft fur — surprisingly soft given its matted appearance. the cat starts to purr, a low rumble in its tiny chest. it rubs its head against your palm, a trust unexpectedly given to you. you feel a wave of tenderness wash over you, a warmth that spreads from your chest to the tips of your fingers.

you look up at Saebyeok, a smile on your face. she’s watching the scene unfold, a strange expression on her face, something akin to… contemplation? it’s hard to tell, but the harshness you sometimes see is absent.

“we can’t just leave it here.” you say, your gaze moving back to the small creature in your lap, who is now kneading at your dress.

Saebyeok doesn’t reply immediately; she kneels and looks at the cat, studying its thin frame with a critical eye. finally, she speaks, her voice low and steady. “fine. let’s find it some food.”

you smile again, this time, it’s for her. you know that behind the stoicism, Saebyeok has a soft heart. she just doesn’t show it to everyone. as you gently scoop the cat into your arms, feeling its fragile weight against your chest, you know you’ll take good care of this small, unexpected addiction to your night. and you know, without a doubt, that Saebyeok will be there, right by your side, watching over you all. the car nestles deeper into your embrace, purring contentedly in the darkness of the alley. and in that moment, amidst the hum of the city night, there’s a sense of quiet peace, a feeling that everything is, for now, exactly as it should be.

[okaioh]

ain't no way phil and kristin had two crows on their roof after the stream where chay and lullah left - orz

[pipfrankenstein]

the duo ever!!!