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TUMBLR ACCENT CHALLENGE!!!
Your name and username.
Where you’re from.
Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.
What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
Choose a book and read a passage from it.
Do you think you have an accent?
Be a wizard or a vampire?
Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.
i’m listening to some 80s shit rn and i can’t stop thinking about how some of these songs fit ateez perfectly and what they’d be like as an 80s boy band or something 😭 like i need y’all to walk with me rn fr fr
❝ my life is my reputation. it is all i have. ❞
— Cassandra Fatesworth
I refuse to look for this meme rn!
Anne’s left hand flattens for a moment against the bottom of her bodice before shakily smoothing it down. She slowly lets go of Fatesworth’s wrist, clearing her throat and taking a step back from both the woman and the door. (Anne can only hope that left hand, which had strayed for her hidden knife, remained unremarked. She’d decided against taking it out, after all.)
“I’ll take ye at it, then,” Anne agrees, nodding jerkily. It feels…uncomfortable, letting the strange and somewhat estranged Miss Fatesworth go at only her word, but…what other option is there? A repeat of Charleston? She swallows thickly against the thought.
She reaches up and tucks the necklace away again, two simple gold bands on a thin leather chain that disappears beneath the neckline of her dress once more. No one is supposed to know about this—certainly not about this much of it. Even Fatesworth knowing is…luck, fate, happenstance. Anne caught in a moment of reflection, privacy broken purely by accident.
So. Fatesworth’s sworn in her reputation not to speak of the rings. Their obvious implication. Anne’s cheeks faintly burn before she nods at the door.
“Go on, then.” The stupid posh accident has never been so hard to mimic before. “On your reputation, yeou’ve seen nothing. So we’ve nothing to discuss.” Fuck. Hopefully she doesn’t notice. Doesn’t press. Doesn’t question. Just…fucks off. Or rewinds time.
i'm thinking of writing fics with the hyung line included now.
because i love poly bts fics, and i want to write some here. but my entire blog has just been maknae line content so will be weird to suddenly publish ot7 works?
and not hyung line on it's own, i mean ot7 where all seven members are in relationship... like make it three but make it with all the members.
i'm feeling conflicted.... help-
official LOVE LOVE GUILTY MV btw. (english lyrics)
