Checkerboard Square Blanket By Erangi Udeshika

►In which Unknown learns not to ‘Catphish’ IRL◀︎ [Cheritz’s spelling ;D]

An alternative ending 💞 and a blossoming romance feat 🍗 (this idea wouldn’t leave me alone haha!) *GETS SHOT BY UNKNOWN*

Easter Bunny by Claudia Capriotti

Free Crochet Pattern Here

Posting a drawing of Saeran every day till his AE comes out: day 338

character in a fight scene: *restrains their opponent by pinning them against the wall by their wrists*

me:

U̶̝̹̞͓̱̯̒ṋ̷̨̛͎̼͕̊́͋ͅk̶̲̭̄n̷͈̭̘͇̘͗̕ő̸̢̥̣̣͙͚͆w̶̯̽ń̸̡̡͈̻̮͝ ̶̘̙͙̀͋́ͅe̸͎̟͚͋͐͒n̵̟͖̣̐̿̚t̵̜͗̈́̾ē̶̛͕̲̦̣̰̓͝ŗ̴̤̀̂͛͝ŝ̸̳̗̇ ̴̣̏̒̎͝t̴͕̎̓̓̀̂̚h̴̻͙̰̊̃͒e̵͙͗́̋́͘ ̵̺̞̤̦͔̜́̑̊̍̽̕c̸̳̘͔͚͌̆̑̀̏͂h̷̲͆͋â̷̢̰͓͚̓ť̷̰͔̘͎̼̆̈́̈̇͜  🖤❤︎❥                                   

[@mc-amps​! Your boy!!]

He Loves Her the Most

Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuumin.....*heart eyes*

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He loves her the most in the morning, before the rest of the world wakes up and it’s just the two of them, side by side in the calm, cool quiet of their bedroom. They’ve drifted apart during the night– Jumin on his back, his wife curled away from him on her side– but as soon as he wakes, he tucks himself against her backside and pulls her close. The scent of her shampoo still lingers in her hair and it stirs his senses; he hums, content, into the softness of the skin at the nape of her neck. There’s a subtle shift in her relaxed posture then, and she points her toes to stretch.

She smiles, but he can’t yet see it. He pulls her tighter against him and says good morning with a kiss upon her shoulder.

But the more he thinks of it, he loves her most in the afternoon, when he calls to chat with her or meet her for lunch. It’s become the highlight of his day to hear her voice, to listen to her bright laughter when he shares a dry joke or teases her about her bold taste in socks. Kissing her hello and goodbye (and sometimes throughout their shared meal) helps fuel him with enough serotonin to get him through even the most dull afternoon meeting. He’s always a little pouty when she leaves, but she reminds him that they’ll reunite at home in a few hours, and the thought of it always makes him smile, even while signing documents at his desk while he daydreams about holding her in his arms.

Come to think of it…

It has to be evening when he loves her the most. When he comes home after a long day of meeting deadlines and arguing with investors, her embrace is the one cannot wait to fall into once he’s slipped his shoes off and hung up his overcoat. She loosens his tie and presses a kiss to his throat, his jaw, his lips that bear a smile made of pure adoration. The love that radiates from her is enough to set his heart throbbing happily within his chest. They share dinner, a bottle of wine, a walk around the rooftop garden, and quiet conversation. 

Or maybe it’s just before bed that he loves her the most, when they’re ready to retire for the night, and she’s seated at the vanity to brush her hair and moisturize her skin. He stands behind her and watches the reflection in the mirror as he bends to press a kiss to her temple, broad hands resting on her shoulders. How lucky can one man be? he asks. She covers one of his hands with hers and leans back against him with a smile. I’m the lucky one, she says. 

He loves her the most. Every hour of every day.

Star-crossed

If you would like it as a print you can purchase it at my store <3 

GRRRRRR WOOF WOOF

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