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I have loved them since I was five.
Just because something is popular, doesn't mean it's bad or dumb or some other thing. More people like it, which means more engagement, which means more people become friends and so on and so forth.
i love how whenever something gets popular the underground tormented avant garde bloggers start becoming self conscious of liking it/finding it funny, and it eventually evolves into aggression towards it. doesnt matter what it is. unrelated but i saw someone call isopods cringe today
Happy Nojiko day 🌷 i tried to go for a more dramatic light, this is my favorite fanart so far 💕💕
devoted (m) | jhs
⇢ summary: jung hoseok is infamous for wanting nothing to do with commitment of any kind, at least until he decides he wants to knock you up. (fuckboy au, biker au)
⇢ genre: smut entirely pwp
⇢ word count: 2.31k
⇢ warnings: sexual content (impregnation kink, cum play, dom & sub tones, penetration, dirty talk, sex on a motorcycle, light degradation, creampie)
⇢ note: i’m blaming this on my primarily smut writer friends (who know who they are) for corrupting me as well as the fact that i am too ill to write much better. i am so sorry jksgaf
More than anything, after all these years of pointless hook ups, Jung Hoseok makes you want to light yourself on fire. You mean that in both the absolute best and worst possible way.
Twenty minutes prior, you were in the club. Vodka sloshed through your bloodstream like liquid adrenaline as you rocked your hips back and forth, dizzying lights overhead blurring your vision. The club was just as terrifyingly sweaty and close-knit as the ones you see in movies. People’s bodies crushed against one another in a fit of hormonal liberation, grinding and pulsing on each other in the hopes of bringing someone home for the night.
At the time, you had absolutely no idea where Irene went in the past twenty minutes. Probably scrambling off to fuck someone she met on the cold floor of the club bathroom, leaving you behind to the figurative wolves.
Someone tall gripped at your hips with ferocity, their nails digging into your skin through the tight, thin fabric of your dress. You pushed your ass back into their already half-hard crotch upon instinct alone before the familiar scent of woodsy cologne cut through the alcohol infused air.
“Up for a quick fuck, princess?” Hoseok had asked, his rough voice tickling the shell of your ear.
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🎗️🦾 my mind was blown when I looked up the VA!🎗️🦾
Vhope, really did that IM-
I-i just… let me.. god damn… I’ll just leave it there.
📌credit to the right artists! (if yk the artist write it down)
THE SHIRTS
ace in batik *smiles*
Part 11!
EEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE I wanted to draw this scene for sooo long >:D
Part 1
"I promise you I'm not broken, I promise you there's more / More to come, more to reach for, more to hurl at the door"
sketch
the people have spoken