HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY 💙💗
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY 💙💗
How was your V day?
I know it’s a little late for Valentine’s day, but I meant to do it yesterday. In some time-zones, it’s still V-day, so I say this counts.
Anyways, my mom and siblings and I have had a tradition for a few years now where we write down what love is to us. This year, unlike all the others, I wrote a poem for it.
Dedicated to my gf: @thatoneartsyweirdo
Love is the fire that burns you so you’ll never forget.
Love is the water that heals you so you can move on.
Love is the winds that change you and get you somewhere.
Love is the roots to remind you where you came from.
Love is the spirit that keeps you alive.
Love is freedom after years in a cage you didn’t know about.
Love is sunshine when you didn’t know there were clouds above you.
Love is new glasses when you thought you had perfect vision.
Love is hearing a song without knowing what music was until that moment.
Love is hearing your name when all you were called before was a word.
Last year, I thought love was a chemical released into your brain.
Love is when you want to cry, but see her for a moment and can’t help but smile.
Last year, I was wrong.
Love is not being able to breathe, but living more than you ever thought you could.
Last year, I didn’t think of anyone that way.
Love is a heart beating concerning fast, but staying in sync to the one that matches.
Last year, I didn’t have anyone to love.
Love is wanting to film every smile, every laugh, every frown, every word, every moment.
This year, I can finally say it: I love you.
I want to give a little shoutout to my buddy, Sam. @nerdoographics. I wanna just take a minute to thank you for everything you’ve always done to hook us up when we need help with graphics or we just need somebody to be there. You’ve reminded me countless times that even when I feel like no one on this Earth gives a damn, you’re still there, and just like you’ve always had my back, I will always have yours. I want you to know I appreciate you, man. Thank you for all you’ve done, just keep being you, bro. And I hope you have the best damn V-day ever today, you deserve it, sweetie!
[image description: drawing of the artist, a thin white person with short blue hair and glasses, wearing a red and gray crop hoodie, a pale blue sweatshirt like a cape, a multicolored pink and blue skirt, black tights and shoes, and a blue heart pin that says “no”. They are holding their hands to their head, face screwed up in frustration. The background is bright red and says “keep it in your head” in bright blue around them. end id]
too many tabs open in my brain
the best autocorrect I’ve ever seen in my life… feb 14th is now only Honey Violence day to me
“As fun as it’s been, both of us have really gotta get some rest. After all- big day in the morning!”
“See you soon, everyone!~ And Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖💞💚”
Kagome sighed, warm water dripping off of her hair and down her back in wet rivulets. She grabbed the towel she had left out and slowly squeezed the water from it before wiping away the beads on her skin.
A light knocking came from the door and she called out to Inuyasha, telling him that she would be out in a moment.
The knocking came again, more firmly this time, and she repeated herself, rolling her eyes. She wrapped the towel around her body and examined herself in the mirror and picked up a brush, slowly working it through the ends of her hair to detangle it.
She jumped when she heard the door handle turn and he came in anyways, prowling towards her with a predatory look in his eyes.
“Inuya—Mm!” She squealed, his lips finding hers as he wrapped her in his arms. It was wanton and fiery and demanding and her arms wrapped around his neck of their own volition. She gasped as he pushed her against the wall, ripping the towel from her body.
His skin felt warm and delicious against hers as he leaned down to suckle the junction of her neck, nipping her lightly and tracing an invisible pattern onto her skin. When had his clothes disappeared? Did it matter? She certainly couldn’t bring herself to care. His hands were everywhere, burning her - scorching her flesh as he seemed determined to find every secret her body held.
“Inuyasha,” she breathed, clinging to him and wrapping her legs around his waist. She felt his need press into her, sliding into her body. Her head fell back against the bathroom wall, an unbidden mewl clawing its way from her throat as she felt him satisfy a craving she hadn’t realized was as strong as it was.
Their bodies worked together, feeding off of each other’s pleasure. Each trying to make the other feel better than their partner was making them feel. Her eyes closed, the sensations running through her body making it too difficult to keep them open.
Everything was burning. Everything was on fire. Sounds she didn’t recognize we’re being ripped from her throat with every thrust, every slide of his body against hers.
Maite: Ayyy. How cute qwq ❤️
Tonight I’m desperately trying not to think of Ghosts of Valentine’s-Days-Past by doing something productive: I’m working on my thesis.
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…. y’all know me. I’m just playing with you. I’m actually dodging the Ghost of Saint Valentine by processing trauma for fictional people instead of myself like a well-adjusted human!
I haven’t done anything with Skeeter the Skunk in a while, and thought this would be a good excuse to also introduce Reese the Red Panda! (I tried searching my blog but can’t find the post where someone suggesting making a red panda animatronic, I’m so sorry I really wanted to credit you)
I had zero interest in watching the new adaptation of Emma BUT THEN i saw that Miranda Hart plays Miss Bates and now I must see it