#tae.

[stickylikea]

                        closed      for:      @ezhypen!

                              ❝      so      ...      did      you      get      the      money,      or      what?      is      everything      all      taken      care      of?      ❞

[amoreemioo]

plot. “i’m glad you’re okay” but said by someone who has just had the shit beaten out of them, to someone who is not hurt at all, is a brilliant trope and i lose my mind every time. connection. anyone. muse. tae.

"you're okay?" from what tae could see they looked okay — god, he hoped that was true. he hoped looks weren't deceiving, you know? "they were fuckin' dicks, i wasn't goin' to let them keep talkin' like that." tae scoffed softly as he let his eyes drift back towards the bathroom mirror of the single stall they had holed up in. both hands lifted to push his hair out of is face to get a good look at the damage done, assess and all. it was, quite literally, his money maker, after all! how long until a busted lip and bruised jaw healed? he'd just have to google it, he supposed — "we should have left," a sigh — now they risked running into those jerks on the way to the uber and tae wasn't looking to do all that again.

[bananamilkstans]

I took one too many selfies cause i’m really loving my hair colour right now 🥰

[jungkookiebus]

just my bf sending me selfies from bed that's all 😭😭😭😭

[lavishedinjimin]

idk if it’s me but i strongly do not believe that jk’s gifted down there. i mean he got them hips and performance but his dick ain’t monstrous 😔

yeah anon, it's all fun and games anyway and I write it just for the sake of smut. nothing's real lmao so.,,,

[astagfirullah-house]

My Nametag

It had been 13 years for us. 

I loved to read. I know there are people who treat books as trophies, I wasn't one of them. I used to write notes, highlight my favorite quotes and even dog eared my pages. Most of all, I wrote my name in each one of them.

We were moving to another neighborhood so I had to get rid of some stuff. Moving isn't exactly cheap. With a heavy heart I packed a few of my books that I could bear to part with and sold them to an old bookstore just across the road. Now that we are moving away, it will be a 10 minute drive to get to my favorite bookstore. 

It was strange what happened. A few days later I got a MySpace request from a guy. He had travelled to a different state to meet up with a few friends. There, he happened to pick up one of my books. Curiousity about my little notes and unique name drove him to search for me. I accepted his request since his intentions seemed clean. After all he loved to read too. 

We grew close little by little. Whenever he would visit his friends, we would hang out. We would talk about books and the characters and make up theories and laugh at the more ridiculous ones. Until one day he suddenly pulled me to him by the roadside and kissed me under a streetlight. 

It's been 13 years. We have a beautiful son who loves to read as much as we do, a husky and a lovely home in my hometown. We still go to that bookstore to buy books and I still write my name in every single book we buy. Except this time, my second name is his.  A/N: This is based on a true story I saw online and decided to write a cute one shot on it

[byebyedumb]

howdy i met a dog that isn't my dog and the rumors are true i do in fact have pigs on my sweater