Shiro might have been a little bit tipsy, but it didn’t matter anyway, because he was retired and married and Adam looked very, very pretty in the moonlight.
“What are you doing?” Adam laughed when Shiro bowed and held his hand out—right in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Care for a dance?” Shiro said in the most obnoxious accent, wiggling his eyebrows and making Adam laugh even harder. Adam pulled him back into a standing position and dragged him by the arm.
“We are not dancing out here!”
“Why not? You look beautiful.”
Adam blushed, a small smile still on his face, but turned away to continue pulling on Shiro’s arm. “What does that have to do with us dancing? And I’m cold.”
He yelped when he was suddenly yanked backwards by the arm he was holding onto, crashing into Shiro’s chest with a soft thud. His cheeks darkened as he stared right into his husband’s stormy eyes.
“Allow me to warm you up,” Shiro leered, and his words were a little slurred together, but the flirtatious smile adorning his lips was still charming. It reminded Adam of their younger days, and he let out a dreamy sigh right before an arm wrapped around his neck like a firm headrest. He gasped as he was suddenly dipped, supported by his husband’s metal hand at the small of his back and his own foot that he had somehow managed to plant on the sidewalk before he was twirled around. The arm slung over his neck pulled him closer, until warm, wet lips met his own cold ones in a crushing kiss that took the rest of his breath away.
Adam dug his fingers into that broad back, holding on for dear life yet knowing Shiro would never drop him. But Shiro was also a little drunk right now, so he kissed back for a few passionate seconds before pulling away.
“Okay, big guy.” Adam was somehow able to wriggle himself free from the position, but had a difficult time releasing Shiro’s unrelenting hug. “Let’s go home and dance there.”
Shiro snuggled his face against his shoulder. “Let me carry you,” he mumbled, and his fingers searched for Adam’s thighs, itching to grab them and hoist the man up.
“No, no, no.” Adam giggled as he tried to dodge the sneaky fingers, Shiro tickling his neck with his prickly cheeks.
“Why?” Shiro whined.
“Because I don’t trust your ability to walk right now.”
Shiro pushed his body closer, almost tipping Adam over again. “I can do it. I’m only tipsy, I promise.”
“No,” Adam said, and this time he wasn’t laughing. He gave Shiro a stern look, in which Shiro just blinked for a few moments.
“Okay,” he finally agreed, and pulled back, “but you have to hold my hand at least.”
“Of course.” Adam was already searching for his hand, and interlocked their fingers when he found it. “Otherwise you’ll get lost.”
“No I won’t!”
Shiro bumped his shoulder, but it looked more like he stumbled into it. Adam just shook his head with a smile and dragged him along, only half listening to Shiro pronounce his love over and over until they reached the house, in which Shiro immediately collapsed onto the bed before he could take his shoes off.
With the lovely Helena Bonham Carter ❤️ Yep, she’s blonde!
My dream of meeting her has finally become true, I still can’t believe it!
Also I told her she was the main reason why I started learning english 10 years ago (and of course I’m still learning it) and she said “At least I’ve done something good in my life!”. I mean, how can you not love her, she’s so kind and precious.
Before meeting her I’ve also talked to her mother because Helena went away and I was so scared that I was gonna miss her, but in the end all went absolutely fine.
enderman snufkin and warden moomin once again bear with me guys
tfw ur enderman friend finds out that you are upset there’s no flowers in the deep dark so he brings you an entire overworlds worth of dirt blocks to grow them
I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.
I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.
Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.
This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.
what’s up, i have a new uquiz called “which van gogh painting are you?” i had a major van gogh hyperfixation for a few weeks. i worked rlly hard on it so pls take it pls
Jihyo was quite busy since the start of the new year, and with her upcoming movie’s promotions coming up soon, she was probably going to be even busier than usual. Luckily, she was able to return to her home for a short rest period. Before she could even take a step inside, she noticed a wrapped box laying right in front of her.
Did I order something…? No…. I don’t think so…. It’s not Christmas anymore, and it’s not my birthday either…. Confusion was apparent on her visage, Jihyo’s brows knitting together as her lips formed a big pout.
With careful fingers, she picked up the box with one of her hands, unlocking the front door to her home with the other. She immediately locked it once she made an entrance, not wanting anyone to see what she just encountered.
Setting the box on her dining table, she neatly got rid of the box’s wrapping paper, lifting the box’s top gently before being greeted with a dazzling item. “Wow, daebak - What in the world?!” Shock filled her expression; a hand covering her mouth while staring at the gift with widened eyes.
“Omo, ottoke?!” She squealed, finding a note and reading it as soon as she got her hands on it. She couldn’t help, but gape even more to the realization of who sent this to her. “Youngbae? Aigoo, this dongsaeng…” Obviously, she was happy to receive such a luxury, but to figure out that Youngbae gave her yet another gift out of the blue, she was also in awe.
She didn’t want to think too much about it, and decided to give a text to her friend, expressing words of gratitude within the text.
( `SMS ) Youngbae-yah, you’re too cute! Thank you so much for the gift! I didn’t expect it, but you never fail to surprise me. I need to repay you, okay? Don’t reject it! Saranghae! ^^
A present for 1/3 of the mods from the @ssminibang, to show my appreciation, here is my gift for @leondaltons! You told me about the dessert, chocotorta and while I haven’t had a chance to make it yet, I have had a chance to draw it. I think Minako would be fond of this treat and while she’s away, Kunzite grabs their children to help make it for her birthday as a surprise.
To be honest.. if more children were shown from birth that they are loved, cared for, and listened no matter their gender we might not have some of the problems we have now.
[start id: a halfbody digital drawing of Zevran from Dragon Age. He’s wearing a light grey sweater with a bi pride flag stripe that goes across the top of his arms. He’s resting his right hand ontop of his right hip, his left hand is cut off by the edge of the drawing. He’s looking to the left and smiling. The background is the same light grey as the sweater. /end id]
Just thinking about Jaehee Kang looking at old pictures and not being able to recognize herself. She ruefully runs her hand through her hair and tries not to linger on the unpleasant thought that she has lost herself somewhere along the way.
Thinking about her bonding with the newest RFA member, despite being so hesitant at the beginning. You understand her in a way that nobody has before, and she can’t help but confide in you, especially as things at work start to get hard and her doubts become harder to ignore.
Her finally working up the courage to quit her job at C&R, reveling in her newfound freedom. That idea in the back of her mind is becoming more real now: her very own cafe. And now it’s joined with the hope of it becoming your cafe, something to do together. She can’t imagine moving forward in her life without you with her.
During a late night study session at her house (these have become more common recently), you point out how her hair keeps falling into her eyes. Without a second thought, you brush it off her face and tuck it behind her ear. Her cheeks burn and she stumbles over reading the next line in the text.
You’re settled together on her sofa, in the middle of a musical marathon, when she offhandedly mentions not knowing how to style her hair at this awkward length. She hadn’t intentionally started growing it out, but she hasn’t bothered to go get it cut since life got busy. You ask her if you can try something, and end up spending the rest of the evening playing with her hair. By the end of the DVD, she has two little pigtails. You call her cute and the word keeps ringing in her mind long after you’ve fallen asleep.
For the grand opening of the cafe, you surprise her with a selection of hairbands and clips, all in colours matching the aprons you both wear. She wears them immediately and beams every time she receives a compliment on them.
She slowly gains the courage to experiment with her personal style. You pore over magazines and make pinterest boards of styles that appeal to her. You go on shopping trips and spend nights in playing with different looks. She goes out of her comfort zone and has more fun than she has in a long time.
On early mornings when she’s still tired, you offer to do her hair for her. She can’t remember the last time someone took care of her like this. Secretly, she loves it.
It’s two years after she first quit when she absentmindedly looks in the mirror and realizes that her hair is mostly grown out. It brushes past her shoulders, able to be tied back and styled however she wishes. Without her realizing it, time has flown by.
Just thinking about Jaehee Kang feeling content and fulfilled for the first time in her life. Thinking about her finally feeling like herself.
