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i'm actually gonna crash out- LET JECKA BE HAPPY FOR FUCKING ONCE MAN. THE TALIBAN ENDING WASN'T NECESSARY THE FOOT ENDINGS WEREN'T NECESSARY THE ARI AND JEFFERY DEATH ENDINGS WERE NOT FUCKING NECESSARY if you can't tell i'm pissed off and if you excuse me i'll be in a corner crying my eyes out.
okay lets all collectively agree that whatever the fuck co09 the flipside was never happened
and whatever the fuck the devs where smokin when they made this need to be confiscated immediately.
okay... So they're just gonna... keep using him?
QUESTION:
were they just using Go Seung Tak's body to go on a date???
real
The First Date - Hyunjin
Simptober First Dates M-List
Pairing: Hyunjin (skz) x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff ;))))
Warnings: idk lmk
Notes: hes so prettyyyy :(((
-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people
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The story of your first date with Hyunjin begins with the foundation of a budding friendship in a college art class. From the very first time you laid eyes on him, you were captivated by his striking beauty – the silky strands of his hair, the depths of his eyes, and those lips that you couldn't help but wish to kiss. He was someone you admired from afar, never daring to hope for more.
Then, one day, he asked you out, and your heart soared. You had tried to conceal your excitement and act calm, but the moment you said yes, it came out a little too loudly. You both burst into laughter, sharing a moment of lightheartedness that set the tone for your date.
Hyunjin had instructed you to dress nicely for the occasion, and he arrived to pick you up. It was a thoughtful gesture that warmed your heart, as he remembered your conversations about a new gallery that you had often discussed. One of your friends had their artwork displayed there, and it touched you that he had paid attention.
You strolled through the gallery, taking in the art with a sense of shared enthusiasm and awe. You were both art geeks, and the connection you shared over your shared passion for creativity was truly special. As you reached the end of the gallery, Hyunjin asked you to wait at the cafe.
When he returned, he was holding a bouquet of flowers. Your heart melted at the sight. The gesture was sweet and thoughtful, and it made you realize that this was no ordinary date. It was a moment of connection that went beyond the surface.
You reached out for the flowers and embraced him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. As you pulled away and looked into each other's eyes, you both hesitated, your gazes lingering. The unspoken connection between you was undeniable, and in that charged moment, your faces drew closer.
As your lips met, it was a rush of emotions – excitement, longing, and the sweet sensation of a first kiss. It was an electric moment, one that held the promise of a future filled with affection and shared feelings. The intensity of the kiss made it clear that this was not just any first date; it was a beginning, a turning point in your connection.
You broke away first, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. You hid your face in your hands, but Hyunjin didn't miss a beat. He pulled you into another hug, both of you laughing and giggling. You couldn't help but feel like you had known him for an eternity, even though it was just your first date.
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he's my warren kepler in the flesh.
he's the opposite of a southern gentleman.
this is my only physical headcanon of this man. he infuriates me and i need to say it.
Still going on with this, smh
Ahhhhhh your talent is unparalleld, this fic is seriously so beautiful! You’re a super cool person too!
home is wherever you are - my piece for @gendryabigbang
gendry struggles and heals, and discovers it’s not all bad to let someone in
special thanks to @livhatesolives for being a super cool person and for the amazing piece of artwork!
me and my pals when we all share one giant Floatie together and snooze as we silently drift down the glowing water that came out of ponyo
Will come home.
Welcome home.
*Insert Isabella's Lullaby in the background*
I'm simultaneously mad at the authors of Ever After High for saying there are no fairytales that go against the norm of damsel in distress and prince that saves her because it's possible they might not have done their research OR it could be a world building choice and for that i applaud them.
im reading Semi-Charming Kind of Life for a project im working on and im getting so angry by them saying there are no fairy tales where the princess saves the day or rescues herself or goes on an adventure but there are!!!! My personal favorite fairytale is exactly that, she literally carves a hole in the stone wall of her tower with a goddamn bread knife to escape when she realizes no one is coming to save her. There's so much more to that story but that's the start of it.
But it makes so much sense that a story like that, one where the details aren't simple and expected that someone like Headmaster Grimm would cut it from the lineup of stories told in the modern day. To make everyone believe that there is only one way of doing things and nothing has ever veered from that ever. That's part of his whole goal to begin with, isn't it? so to what extent would he be willing to go to confirm that? We already know he's willing to lie and deceive literally the whole world to fit his narrative, so what else would he do?
Just something I decided to sketch. I'm not the best at drawing characters, so when I'm in a mood to sketch, I usually just bring random lines together and see what becomes of it.
"Muffled, from the other side of the door" with KdFd 💜
Here we go! KdFd with a little angst.
Muffled, from the other side of the door. [KdFd]
Kidou's heart was beating rapidly, still racing from the soccer practice that had just finished and from seeing Fudou leave without even bothering to go to the locker room to get his things, visibly upset by the comment he had made shortly before. Kidou went after him, running. But by the time he managed to reach him, the green-eyed boy had already entered his room in the residence where they were staying and closed the door abruptly.
Kidou recoiled from the impact of the door that if he hadn't been paying attention would have struck him in the nose, he gave a low, gravelly grunt, rubbing his face, and reached for the handle to open it, revealing in that way that Fudou had locked the door which was firmly shut.
He cursed that moment, and hit it with his fist.
"Fudou, open the door."
From the other side of it came a cold voice.
"Go away."
Of course, he didn't have the slightest intention of leaving until he made peace with Fudou after what happened in the training. He crossed his arms ready to wait as long as it took until he achieved his goal.
"Open the door."
"Leave me alone."
"I'm not leaving until we talk."
"Have a good night in the hall."
“Oh, come on, Fudou. Open, please!”
“No.”
Kidou snorted and rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily. In truth, he could not deny that it served him well to say something so ugly about someone he loved so much in front of the others simply because he was in a bad mood and that they laughed at them for always being together had made him explode in an unfair way towards Fudou.
He didn't even have to go against Fudou who had not only done nothing wrong but was also the target of ridicule at the time. He put his hand to his chest, which hurt terribly, he felt his entire interior writhing with guilt.
"I am so sorry…"
He had no reaction from the other side, there was no sound in the room, but he knew that Fudou was listening near the door. He rested his palms on the smooth surface and took a deep breath trying to stop the bitterness that spread through his veins.
"I know you are there." But at the lack of response, Kidou had a whiplash of impatience and snorted. "Fudou!"
He let out a growl and stamped his feet on the floor in annoyance. Then he calmed down again, no, he couldn't lose his composure, much less after that situation was his fault.
He shouldn't have yelled at him in front of everyone else during training, he shouldn't even have thought to open his mouth to say that he didn't need Fudou by his side and that he was mostly just a nuisance. It was true that Fudou was always bothering him, but that didn't make him a bother, on the contrary, that game of tug of war between them drove him crazy, Fudou's flirty smile and the reflection in his green eyes when he laughed when he won the battle made his chest quiver with warmth. And even on the occasions when it was Kidou who was victorious in that game, Fudou's amused reaction with his lips in a cocky grin made him want to go further.
But that day there was none of that, there was no complicity, there was no teasing, there was nothing but cruelty.
He knew as soon as he saw the way his green eyes narrowed and his lips pursed. The way he ran off without responding with a sarcastic comment that would make Kidou look bad in the end and all his friends would laugh in amusement at that dance between the two of them while Fudou would look at him bragging about his verbal superiority.
He knew his words really hurt him in the way his eyes let out a distant waterly sparkle and his lips trembled.
"Fudou, I want to apologize to you properly and through a door is not the best way."
The teenager in his late teens heaved a heavy sigh and began to move in circles in front of his friend's locked room. Would it be okay if he forced the door?
His friend's lack of response worried him deeply. How much did he hurt him that not even at the idea of seeing him uncomfortable apologizing did he open that door for him? Fudou wouldn’t pass up such an opportunity.
He called his name again with impatience and anxiety, a feverish pulse dulling his senses.
He was grateful that all his other teammates were in the showers at that moment, plus the fact that Fudou's room was the last one in the corridor helped them not to be disturbed at that critical moment.
He rubbed his forehead, still sweating from training and the stress of not being able to solve his blunder. He imagined that Fudou would be the same, inside his room.
“Fudou, I know I've been a jerk. Please open." For a change, no one answered; but this time he thought he heard a gasp on the other side of the door and he leaned his forehead against it, his pulse pounding painfully. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Fudou. You’re very important to me."
At that moment he clearly heard a noise on the other side, and that noise to his despair was a sob. He opened his eyes, completely shattered, fuck. If there was anything worse than making Fudou angry, it was making him cry. Making his dear friend cry was a point he certainly never wanted to get to; Not at least in that way, if he had to make him cry he wanted it to be with laughter, joy, happiness, love...
Love…
Kidou's hands slipped down the door and his entire body shuddered at the revelation. Of course.
Love.
It could not be otherwise. Why had he been so stupid? He loved Fudou, he loved all his gestures, all his expressions, all his crazy things, all his smiles, all his pranks, all his pedantries.
“Don't cry, don't cry because of me, Fudou. It's not true that I'm better without you, it's not true that I don't want you by my side, it's not true that I consider you a nuisance. The person I want to always be by my side is you…” Kidou's own eyes watered and he lowered his glasses to wipe those helpless tears. "You are someone very dear to me, if you disappeared I don't know what I would do..."
The silence lengthened like the shadows in the corridor and Kidou dropped down in front of the door, on his knees with a defeated face. In the distance he could see that some of his teammates were returning to their rooms before dinner time. He rose with a gleam of determination and certainty in his red eyes. “Fudou, I love you.”
Those words came muffled from the other side of the door, but they had enough impact that Kidou could hear the click of the lock being unlocked.
build for the brand YUULI
I’m just saying P’s got some big man-booba under that shirt.
johnny // nct 127 'favorite’ mv
silly small low-effort yukiko bloosh face edit but tbh i didn't know how i'd even go about it but i thought she looked cute so here we are
i'd like to do an actual, fully-rendered redraw when i have some time on my hands but yeahh
You know what would be fun?
Pretending there are 25 hours in a day. Just consistently going to sleep one hour later every day, so your sleep cycle just slowly shifts out of sync with the rest of the world. Every two weeks you become nocturnal. Your schedule is like one of those weird gear things* kids used to make weird squiggly designs with- just slowly diverging and converging with the circle of society. Everything moves too fast. Just let me be stupid and get nothing done for an extra 60 minutes a day, will you?! I just want to sit!
*****that’s the bitch
“that’s my favorite fictional character and I get to torture him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤”
— AO3 fanfic writers