"You Have Enemies? Good. That Means You've Stood Up For Something, Sometime In Your Life".I Am Reaaally

"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life". ° I am reaaally bad at photographing my own sketches

I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love.

it’s dangerous to go alone! take this. *kisses you straight on the lips*

That's it

I have three moods, and that's it...

Mood 1: "I'm pretty sure 1+1 is 2 but I'm gonna check on a calculator anyway just incase."

Mood 2: "Ow I just got a sharp pain in my chest this is it goodbye everyone I had a lovely life."

Mood 3: "Fuck."

Reposting my Hobi drabble for his birthday <3 Happy Birthday Jung Hoseok <3

Jung Hoseok Imagine

[18:43]            It was the first snow you’ve seen in years. Born in a country that snowing wasn’t a frequent event, you found yourself staring out the huge windows of the dorm, wet cloth in your hands fully forgotten, dusting not really occupying your mind right now. Suddenly someone shakes you from behind and you yelp, diving to free yourself of the firm hold on your shoulders. “Why would you even think to do that” you whisper-yelled to Jungkook irritated and you flicked the cloth against his forearm for emphasis. “I wanted to inform you that me and the guys are heading out to play with the snow, but you were too enchanted with your dusting to notice me”. Before you had the chance to answer he interrupted you again. “Wanna join us?”.

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Lee Felix drabble

[18:30] Felix likes skinship. That is something I noticed from the first day I was assigned on the group's management team. What I understood later is that every kind of skinship he expresses goes hand in hand with what he is feeling at the moment. He holds my hand when he is anxious, he puts his head on my shoulder when he is tired, he cuddles me when he feels content, he interlocks our hands when he is giddy and he kisses my face when he is happy. That helped me take care of him better, as I knew what he needed by the type of skinship I was receiving.

So I was quite surprised when, one evening, he returned from practice and he immediately came to me on the sofa and rested his head on my lap, face upwards, eyes closed and lips pressed together and sealed. It was not something he've done before, because in his book this was a little too pushing of my boundaries for him to do on the daily, mostly because of it's meaning: it meant he was sad. "Lix is everything okay?" He took his time, to the point I had started rereading my book when he answered, eyes still closed:"I miss home. Can you play with my hair? It calms me down". "Of course Bok, I only have to leave when the rest of you do for the show, we have plenty of time". I started comping through tangled strants of hair, doing my best at smoothing them out, scratching and petting his scalp as I went. He visibly relaxed after a couple of minutes and started humming a tune. I whispered to him, hoping to confront him, saying that his parents are proud of him, his sister is proud of him, the boys are so happy to have him in their lives and stays love him. "I am glad I met you as well. You are a bright sun in your best days and a strong tide in your lowest and I am so happy I get to experience and help you trough all of them."

He took my hand from his head and brought it to his lips, kissed my palm and interwining our fingers he pressed them to his chest. "I love you too". Eyes still closed.

Yes, that was I trying to say myself Bok. I love you.