Shit Nct Says: Taeyong Ver.happy Birthday To The Best Boy In The Universe, Lee Taeyong! As Years Pass,

shit nct says: taeyong ver. ♡ happy birthday to the best boy in the universe, lee taeyong! as years pass, we love you more and more: from your undeniable musical talent, your unwavering perseverance, and your inherent cuteness and love for animals. we hope you have an amazing day ♡ 

I WOULD DATE YOU 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 🥺💖💖💖💖💖

—btw! I am wishing every single one of my lgbtq+ 🏳️‍🌈babes a good start into pride month! I am so proud of you guys and hope you know how loved and appreciated you are. This blog is a safe place for you, too, don‘t ever doubt that. Sending you lots of love and sweet hugs!!💞

Hey! Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable) SPREAD POSITIVITY 💞

my lips

my tighs

my sense of fashion i think???

the fact that i have a mature way of thinking things and everyone says it's a good thing so i guess i like it???

the fact that i become cold hearted when someone does something wrong to me. basically the fact that i can easily cut off toxic people or people in general from my life

if you tag me in a chain post and i don't do it it's not because i hate you it's because i am very lazy. i love you thank you for tagging me.

Escape

Childe | trans!m!reader Warnings : silent comfort, dysphoria.

  Sometimes words were too complicated. Sometimes, silence was needed with perhaps a bit of help of soft hands. Complex words of comfort weren’t what a tormented brain wanted, just a deep silence of birds whistling and wind waltzing with flowers. The quiet cry of a heart was heard and as quiet as he was, comforted. An embrace, a kiss, words replaced by actions. They talked for him, whispering sweet nothing with caresses. It was all this heart needed, embrace and a deep silence. A deep silence to mourn his pain, to bury the ache he felt all day. A pain that grew into a torment, an intense silent torture devouring his being during a day, plus a day, then a week, then a month, then long years of agony. Cries drowned into a secret which only he knew, only he held around aimlessly without reaching to a point of satisfaction. He simply carried this secret around in hope of delivering it a day, without shame, without guilt, without fear.

  Every day felt the same, repeating itself while you weren’t yourself. Smiling, hiding, crying, a loop which you held on your heavy shoulders. The rain poured onto the window you sat in front of, listening in silence. Silence felt like a synonym of solitude and yet, it was comforting. Your eyes noticed flowers holding with vain droplet of waters but it crushed them to the ground. Like a secret they held on too long, it pushed on their last flow of energy. Some shared their droplet of waters, it relieved their stem. You didn’t need to share it; you simply needed to relief your shoulders. You wanted none than a single presence to share this comforting silence.

  Words were too complex for your pain, it would only confuse it. Perhaps this deep silence was enough of communication but you were understood. Long arms slid around you, a red-haired head resting his cheek on your shoulder as he exhaled a deep breath. Neither he nor you wanted to break this silence, craving for it to heal your wounds. You both shared an experience, different and yet relatable enough for you to understand what you needed. His arms tightened around you, waiting for your shoulders to relax. Your heartbeat fastened, eyesight drowning in tears as they slowly hanged to your lashes, ready to fall.

  A simple gesture was enough to talk. “You’re not alone”, his arms said. “I love you”, his closing eyes whispered. He allowed himself to break the single rule you both had, he permitted himself to let a few words slip out of his mouth as he knew how much you could need it. Perhaps because he knew how many times you could forget it, how much you were scared of the outside world because of it. It was a permission you knew you needed, a whisper which almost vanished in the silence as you struggled to hear it with the rain.

  “My precious boy.” His lips murmured, words settling in your mind comfortably. It soothed your heart which let tears fall, cheeks stained with pearls of salt water. Your shoulders relaxed, it was all he wanted. The little heart was glad to meet the one he needed, to meet the one he could share this heavy secret with. Sometimes he did forget, he could find the other heart’s arms, to rest and cry in silence. Sometimes you did forget, he was here, for you. And as he was here for you, he let you cry in the silence you needed and craved, holding you as he slowly rocked you. His head was now resting on yours, your eyes stuck to the outside you were so scared of and yet you find so comforting now.

  You could let your mind ramble, let his thoughts run to let it free from all the darkness it kept. The softness of your lover’s sweater made your nose engulfed itself in it. It was like shoving his face in a cloud, the soft cotton caressing your face. His arms around you, his head resting on yours, his sweater cradling you, it brought peace and calmness to your brain. Eyelids grew heavier as his breathe lulled you into slumber, it was like a soft melody shushing you to sleep. Your heart needed rest from all those years, it needed to let his thoughts stop and simply appreciate the silence of nothing. After all, you were his precious boy.