I Don't Think I've Ever Met Anyone Who Didn't Like Daft Punk

i don't think i've ever met anyone who didn't like daft punk

gym goals: red kangaroo

there's this one tweet i think of every time i hear jungkook's song my time and i thought i should share

credits to op for making this

i drew this a while back but i just recently redrew it because 134340 does not get enough love (neither the planet or the song)

writer culture is posting something on ao3 and checking your dashboard every 7.4 seconds to see if someone gave you kudos

The Patient (m) (teaser)

randomly announcing a new fic coming soon! (this was my first time using canva in a long time so sorry if the moodboard sucks)

pairing: detective!joon x fem!forensics!reader

rating: explicit

warnings: mentions of sexual abuse, murder and necrophilia, violence and foul language, explicit sexual content

You both stare at the corpse laying in front of you. The young woman is covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe.

"Just like all the other ones. Manhandled and left to die." You click your tongue, writing a few notes down in a notebook.

"No particular connection or motive, either." Namjoon notes. "Unless the killer knew all these victims."

"Highly unlikely. This is a really big city. It's almost impossible to truly know everyone here." You tap the tip of your pen to your chin.

"Whatever's going on, we need to figure it out soon. This is the sixth murder this month."

You nod, stepping aside to let the workers put away the body.

"Thanks for letting us come to see." Namjoon follows you to the entrance.

One of the workers nods. "No worries! You guys are doing great work on solving this case, I can tell. Have a great evening."

You walk out the door and let out a sigh of relief. "We got some good information in there. What do you think?"

"I think we might be closer than ever to catching that murderer."