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To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.
so @tayegi and i were just talking about how jimin has changed and we came up with some interesting points.
firstly, he’s matured. he used to clown around a lot during their debut days. but now hes more quiet. he’s still soft and laughs at everything but he is more control with his emotions. like before he would get angry really easily and it would show on his face.
secondly, he’s always been really seductive but his method of seduction seems to have changed, he used to exaggerate sexual gestures e.g. the excessive running his fingers through his hair, the excessive tongue, the abs. the muscle shirts, now, he uses just the right amount to make everyone swerve. he just has to look someone in the eyes and smile and they’re gone. his sexiness has become more subtle now with side glances instead of the abs in your face. also his voice.. according to lu, “the man learned how to growl!”
thirdly, his physical appearance has changed a lot. his baby features have matured, his make-up has become more modest (he used to go crazy for eyeliner lol remember guys good times), his foundation matches his skin tone, they dont use concealer on his lips anymore. remember when he considered himself the ugliest of bts, i feel like now he’s comfortable in his skin. he knows that he’s attractive, not to everyone but to a lot of people, and tbh, confidence is very sexy.
this being said, as a jimin stan, i love both sides of jimin. the man that he was and the man that he is becoming.
I wanted to do something while waiting for the "Full Moon" as my head is boiling with thoughts. Hang in there, Blitzy-flower! I believe in you!
Is Rob still paying back his mortgage? He can't stop talking about it lol
He is lovely <3
Interview from Spanish TV, 2011.
@helpmemarty
Thomas Barrow stripteases for your pleasure!
I mean I’m not sure how to answer this ask except to say uh, yes please? Oh how about:
Thomas slips off his tails with measured movements, slate-grey eyes never leaving yours across the room, before slowly unbuttoning his waistcoat, those dexterous fingers moving assuredly, as if with a promise that they’d move across your skin in such a manner later. The tie goes next in one smooth flourish - he throws it into the air and it flutters down like a forgotten streamer from some ticker-tape parade. Shoes are toed off and kicked to one side, sock-garters and hose discarded; then come the bracers, snapped off one shoulder then the other. He lets them hang there for a moment and licks his lower lip before popping off his collar, studs falling to the floorboards and rolling away. Then his cuff links get the same treatment - left to sit in the fine layer of dust on the floor. He’s too busy now, occupied with the task of stripping for your pleasure, to worry about a lost link. He pauses for a moment, waiting for the moment you’re about to beg, before continuing. Buttons are slid free of buttonholes, then the shirt is untucked and cast aside. Trousers fall to the floor in a billow of black, pooling at his ankles. One layer remains; a white undershirt and shorts, fabric almost thin enough to reveal whats beneath. But not quite. The undershirt goes first, up over his head, revealing the expanse of pale chest beneath like dawn rolling over a snowy morning. Nipples as red as his lips; a dusting of coarse black hair that tapers down to a stomach, slightly soft from age and Patmore’s cooking. Half-nude Thomas changes from a cold statue to something soft, warm, tactile - something that begs for hands to be run all over it. For fingers to scratch through dark hair. Thomas does just that, trailing a hand down his own chest and stomach until he reaches his waistband. He hesitates and for a moment you catch the uncertainty, the fear of rejection, the need in him - so you nod, a smirk pulling up the corners of your mouth. He returns it and emboldened, pushes his shorts to the floor.