#—requests.

[amateurasterism]

hi!! do you take requests? cause i cant stop thinking abt jeonghan being rlly rlly flirty with reader (she never responds to it) but when reader flirts back he gets so shy :( and he tries to pretend not to be but his cheeks get red and he gives that shy cute little laugh yk :(( just pure fluff and maybe reader teasing him abt it until he kisses her :(

ahh i love this concept sm!! shy jeonghan:( tysm for the request!<3

such a flirt !

synopsis ; it’s simple: jeonghan knows he’s a flirt, but didn’t realize you flirting back was the key to breaking him.

pairing ; yoon jeonghan + gn!reader

notes ; pure fluff. jeonghan is down horrendous bad. not proofread. i need me a flirty jeonghan tbh

word count ; 0.6k

“My hand is kinda heavy, can you hold it y/n?”

As he asks, Jeonghan is staring at you like you’re the only thing that exists in this world. His pinkie finger brushes every so slightly against yours with the tiniest sliver of hope behind the action.

Not to his surprise, you keep on walking along the park trail, eyes watching the stars in the midnight sky, the only reaction to his question being a sarcastic roll of your eyes and the faintest show of pink painting the tips of your ears. Your hand doesn’t move any nearer to his, continuing to walk in step with Jeonghan but not saying anything to his comment.

Which is normal. Jeonghan expects no reaction further than that pink on your cheeks whenever he flirts—he has been for the past two years. But its okay; just being with you is enough. He likes the look of your smile and the sound of your laugh to his sarcastic jokes too much. A future with someone else walking beside him like you are right now is impossible for him to think about, so he settles for this. And it’s enough. He wouldn’t be selfish.

“Let’s sit down here, I want to look at the stars for a bit,” you venture towards an empty grass field on the side of the trail. Jeonghan places the small blanket you insisted on bringing on the ground for you both to sit on.

“The sky is especially clear tonight,” Jeonghan isn’t sure if your thinking aloud or to him, but he’s happy to listen no matter what. “You can see every star.”

Jeonghan hums in agreement and places his chin on your shoulder, trying to see what stars had caught your eye. You take turns tracing constellations with your fingers on the sky’s pitch black and white freckled map.

“It’s crazy to think that out there with all those stars is an infinite amount of universes,” he says thoughtfully. “And in one of those universes, you could be my girlfriend.”

You look him in the eye. “Or it could be this one.”

Fuck. He was not expecting that.

Jeonghan had no idea six words would come to be the decline of his flirty facade. But the moment they can out of your mouth, the air had increased temperature and he felt just as red as a tomato. He seriously couldn’t recall the last time his entire face had been as red as this. He suddenly was fighting his own hands to not cover his face of its flustered state.

“Are you okay?” You tilt your head, concerned for your best friend’s suddenly quiet aura.

“I’m fine,” he replies in the most normal voice he could muster. “Got kinda hot out here, huh?”

“Not really…?” Realizing what was going on, your worried frown turns into the biggest smile he’d ever seen. “Wait. Yoon Jeonghan? Blushing?”

He lets out a frantic laugh that shakes out of nervousness, somehow turning even more red when you continue staring at him with that smile. “What are you talking about?”

“Aww, was it because of what I said?” An uncontrollable laugh bubbles from your chest and can’t stop. “I’ll admit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this red, Hannie. It should happen more, it’s cute.”

“Since when were you such a flirt?” He mutters under his breath.

Laughing, you cup his cheeks in your hands. “Since now. I like this.” You drift the tip of your pointer finger over his reddened cheeks in a way that make him wonder: what are we?

“Well, you know what I like more?” Jeonghan gently grabs your wrist and averts you away from his red cheeks.

“What?”

“This,” he says, right before pressing his lips against yours.

one reblog = one flirty jeonghan

[siriusly-parker]

Hey I have a Rafe x reader request but I dont wanna spoil anything for you!!! So I was wondering if you’ve finished S3 yet before I send it my request xx

omg yes i forgot to mention! i finished obx3!! so feel free to talk about anything!!

[hauntedhotel]

Me, on the welcome desk in the library: Good morning, how are you today?

Customer: I have welcomed Jesus into my heart and so I am well today and every day.

Me, a little unnerved: Okay then! Is there something I can help you with?

Customer, digging around in his bag and pulling out an iPhone in a box: Unfortunately, Jesus can't help me with this fucking phone, so I came to the library.

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[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[mdq]

pet cigarette

[great-and-small]

Reached out to a biologist to request some info about an extinct species of freshwater shrimp and the email she sent in response was not only lovely and helpful but also kind of poetry to me? People who study invertebrates are actually the most hopeful and compassionate scientists that we have.

[theygender]

Having a vagina honestly sucks bc it's like you have to do fucking alchemy just to prevent yourself from getting sick. You've got an intricate ecosystem of microorganisms down there that you're dependent on for your own well-being and they can be set off by the tiniest fucking thing

Keeping your pubes too short can cause yeast infections, but letting them get too long can also cause yeast infections. Washing the area with specialized soap can help prevent yeast infections, but it can also cause them. Your periods can cause yeast infections, and so can the medicine you take to stop your periods. Having sex can cause yeast infections, especially if the person you're having sex with is diabetic (???). Being diabetic can cause yeast infections. Wearing the wrong clothes or eating the wrong things can cause yeast infections. Not getting enough fucking sleep can cause yeast infections. The list is neverending

Luckily, yeast infections are fairly easy to treat with OTC medicine that you can find at any Walmart. BUT! Even if all of your symptoms indicate that you have a yeast infection, you have to take a test first to confirm that it's a yeast infection (they do not sell the tests at Walmart) bc you might actually have the opposite of a yeast infection (bacterial vaginosis) which has the exact same symptoms as a yeast infection but is caused by an imbalance of different microorganisms. And if you use yeast infection medicine to treat a bacterial infection it will light your pussy on fire. So if you have a bacterial infection, you must instead visit your local witch doctor (gynecologist) and get prescribed special potions (antibiotics) to treat it

Antibiotics can also cause yeast infections

[nikoco11]

there is something horrifically grim to it, but illustrations for gaza and palestinians tend to catch more mass attention that actual photos of people. this made me feel incredibly helpless for a long while, seeing both how people would rather look at a neat drawing of red black green and white than look a human in the eyes, and how online platforms would rather push a viral drawing while suppressing those begging for help at the same time.

a way to cope with this feeling has been taking advantage of it to directly guide people to helping palestinians.

if art gets better traction, then there’s an incredible amount of good that can be done by creating art that immediately links to fundraisers. creating art of the many images of those who are asking for help.

within hours of posting my drawing, there has been jumps in the thousands for bashar from gaza’s fundraiser. it’s a small effort in the grand scheme of things. it’s not a fix it. but it’s something good. please take care of each other and do what you can. i think this could help a lot of people if a lot of people did it.

here is bashar. i’ve drawn him, spoken to him, and known him now for a few months. any shares help, any art helps. draw who you see, draw what you see. thanks all

[heritageposts]

It seems Tumblr is continuing with their mass deactivation of Palestinian blogs. This time they've gone after @nourfamily1989, a mother with five young children in Gaza. Please continue sharing and supporting her fundraiser while she tries to get her account back.

[Vetting info / Nour's most recent post]

[darthteeth]

URGENT!!!Help Abdul Salam Al-Anqar and his family get through this war in Gaza!!!

(URGENT) THEY ARE AT €3,445 OUT OF €50,000 GOAL

I was asked by @nader5555 to make this, if u cannot donate please please share this post. Copy pasted from a message i was sent:

"Only a Few Hours Left Before We Enter Our First Year of War, Genocide, Starvation, and Displacement A Final Plea from the Heart of Hell: Save Us Before Hope Dies 💔🔥 I am Abdel Salam, and I have nothing left but words written by a trembling hand ✍️. The war has not only destroyed our lives; it has taken everything from us. Our home, which was once our refuge, is now a pile of rubble 🏚️.

My car, my only source of livelihood, was destroyed in a sudden strike 🚗, and the work that sustained us is now a distant memory 💼. Today, I live in an endless nightmare. Under a sun that burns everything in its path 🌞🔥, my family and I sit in a worn-out tent, a tent that shields us neither from the summer heat nor the winter cold ❄️. Insects 🦟 invade the place, diseases consume our bodies 🩺, and my younger siblings cry from hunger and thirst 🍞💧. We have no clean water or a crumb of bread to ease our hunger. Each passing day deepens the weight of this hell we live in.

My Daughter Eman is Dying from Malnutrition 😨 My daughter Eman suffers from malnutrition; I have nothing to feed or treat her with. The deterioration of her health is killing me slowly. Every glance in her eyes, every pain she endures, crushes my heart 💔. How can I explain to her that what was once our hope has now turned into nothing but a mirage? The Night Only Adds to Our Pain 🌙 The night does not bring us rest; it only adds to our pain. We sleep on hard ground, feeling the cold in every bone of our bodies 🥶, with nothing but pieces of cardboard 📦 to cover us. My wife Aya cries in silence 🥺 as she watches our daughter’s future fade before her eyes. My mother Eman suffers from illness and needs urgent medical care 🩺💊.

My Father Ahmed is Sick with Cancer and Needs Emergency Treatment My father Ahmed, who is sick with cancer, needs emergency treatment outside Gaza, and the cost of his treatment is at least $10,000, not including accommodation. As he suffers from severe pain, I cannot provide the treatment he needs due to our dire situation.

My Siblings Are in Constant Suffering ⚰️ My brother Omar was unable to continue his studies due to the situation. My brother Nader could not take his high school exams, and my younger brother Mohammad suffers from brittle bones and needs treatment we cannot afford. Every day we live brings us one step closer to the end. Death surrounds us from every side: if not from hunger 🍽️, then from illness 🦠. And if not from illness, then from the despair that devours our souls. Where is Humanity? Where is the World? 🌍💔 We want to leave the devastated Gaza Strip to escape the machinery of destruction and killing and the severity of hunger and poverty. The cost of travel for each person is $5,000, and we are a family of seven members, bringing the total cost to $35,000.

Where are the compassionate hearts? Are you waiting for us to disappear into the depths of this suffering? Are you waiting until death takes us before you act? We are drowning, and we don’t have enough strength to scream for help 🆘. Will you let this cry go unanswered? 😭 Your donation today is our last thread of hope. With the little support I received, I was able to buy a simple phone 📱 to reach out to you. But the bitter truth is that what I and my family need is much greater. We are not asking for much; just enough to save our lives from this hell 🔥. Every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death for us 👐. Don’t Let Us Disappear in the Darkness of Suffering 🌑 Don’t let our story end here. Be the light that guides us to salvation 🕯️✨.

With every tear, with every pain, I write this final plea to you, Abdel Salam."

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[amateurasterism]

could i perhaps request a college au with jeonghan ? 😳👉👈

i loveeee college au jeonghan, tysm for the request!!<33 sorry if it’s longer than expected, i got carried away lolol

deeper in denial !

synopsis ; if there’s one thing you know about jeonghan, it’s that he’s a tease. what happens when the teasing makes it to soonyoung’s game of spin the bottle?

pairing ; yoon jeonghan + gn!reader featuring ‘95 and ‘96 line

notes ; fluff, college!au, non-idol au, suggestive towards the end, making out, reader is in HEAVY denial, jeonghan is a blatant flirt, mentions of eating and drinking alcohol, closet action, second half is a 100% not proofread but whatever. something about college aus hits different, i love reading and writing them

word count ; 2.8k

You’re a smart person, but when it comes to Yoon Jeonghan, you don’t understand why you’re so stupid. Everything about him feels complicated, and you can’t tell if it’s him or your own feelings that are making it that way.

Right now, you’re sitting next to Jeonghan in your shared sociology class, and it’s so hard to grasp the reality that you’re just staring at him laugh and somehow that has you smiling like an idiot; looking at him like he was your world and everything revolved around him.

You’re so caught up in your rush that you don’t realize Jeonghan looking above your shoulder, his breath suddenly hot against your newly flushed ears as you become aware of his presence. You thought he left, but this seems to work out in your favor.

You’re so caught up in your rush that you don’t realize Jeonghan looking above your shoulder, his breath suddenly hot against your newly flushed ears as you become aware of his presence. You thought he left, but this seems to work out in your favor.

You’re so caught up in your rush that you don’t realize Jeonghan looking above your shoulder, his breath suddenly hot against your newly flushed ears as you become aware of his presence. You thought he left, but this seems to work out in your favor.

“Can you send me your notes for this section?” You ask him hurriedly, shoving a notebook in your bag.

To your surprise, his answer comes without one of his signature teases. “Yeah, I’ll send it when I get back to my dorm.”

Relieved, you don’t even process the words that spill out of your mouth, “Thank you so much! You’re an angel Jeonghan.”

You stand up straight, ready to leave, and look him straight in the eye. As his eye glints with mischief and possibly a bit of something else, you finally register what you had said. Your face heats up at the realization, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk.

“I’m an angel?”

Oh my god. You don’t even want to start dwelling on the feelings those words coming out of his mouth unraveled within you. “Jeonghan, don’t even—”

“Say it again.”

You start walking towards the exit for your normal route to the cafe, but Jeonghan keeps up, your steps slowly falling into sync. “What? No. If you’re so desperate, just listen to me for once.”

“I’m always listening to you, y/n. I just liked hearing you say it.”

There it is, again. He was on your nerves five seconds ago and now with one flirt and you’re trying so hard just to keep down a smile.

“You’re blushing again,” he says in an almost sing-song way, like it was a prize to have you in such a flustered state.

“I’m not blushing. You’re delusional. I don’t blush.”

“Please, everyone sees it but you.” You had a feeling he was referencing other things than just your blushing.

“Whatever,” you pull your bag further up your shoulder, picking up the speed of your steps and leaving him behind. “I’m busy and late, so if you’d shrug off that’d be great.”

“This act of yours is getting old!” Is the last you hear of Jeonghan before his voice fades.

Five minutes later, you’ve walked across the campus to the your daily cafe stop. A croissant and latte sound especially good right now, and you can’t help just smile in excitement as you walk though the doors.

The smile fades as soon as you spot a certain shoulder-lengthed black haired guy at the counter, watching as the cashier packages the final croissant in the display case for him.

This stupid motherfucker.

“Yoon Jeonghan!”

He turns around, an expression painted on his face that tells you he knew damn well what he was doing. Mockingly, he pulls out his credit card and swipes it through the reader in an excessively more amount of time than what was really needed, staring at you the entire time.

“I hate you,” you say lowly.

“You’re cute,” he replies, the faintest whisper in your ear as he walks past you, croissant in hand.

“What did you say?” You know damn well what he said, so you can’t figure out why you bothered to make him say it again.

“I said you look like a boot.” Before you can reply, he’s gone and sat at one of the tables.

You keep your internal groans to yourself, refusing to let Jeonghan see you visibly frustrated, and settle for just ordering your usual latte. They bring it up to the counter for you in a flash, you look around for an empty seat.

Jeonghan catches your wandering gaze (like he somehow always did), and beckons you to the single seat across from him.

And placed on the table in front of you, was the croissant.

You sit down at the offered seat because you would never turn such a gesture down. And also maybe because you just liked sitting here with Jeonghan.

“You’re taking advantage of the fact you know how to tempt me to hang out with you,” you say just before you take a bite of the pastry.

“And what’s wrong with that, if being with me is is what you want?”

Fuck. You’ve turned the same shade of red as the strawberry filling in your croissant. “Are you flirting with me?” You curse yourself in your head, because seriously? That’s all you can come up with?

Jeonghan leans back in his chair cooly, but you don’t miss his slightly pink cheeks. “You just noticed?”

“I…” You take another bite in attempt to stall and hide how red you’ve gotten. “Shut up.”

Thankfully, Jeonghan has the decency to save your blood circulation and switch the topic, even though he would keep going at flirting with you for his entire life if he could. “Are you going to Soonyoung’s party later?”

Right. You had completely forgotten about that. By some coincidence, you and Jeonghan had landed in the same social circle, and were tied by many mutual friends. Soonyoung was one of your closest friends, and Jeonghan’s, so you were always both invited to his frequently thrown parties. Both of you suspected he was trying to get something going on between you two through his parties, and if he was, he hadn’t gotten any results yet. Both of you were too stubborn, and had too high of a tolerance to let alcohol have its way.

“Probably. Heard him and Junhui were planning something about spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven.” You roll your eyes. Of course those two were up to something. You suspected their plan revolved around Junhui, because he was one of your best friends and had been talking about this girl he’d been crushing on for a long time.

Jeonghan nods. “Fun. Apparently all of our friends have a bet that we’ll end up together.”

“Whoever betted for us as endgame is loosing money,” you scoff.

“Looks like I’m loosing money then.”

—

You’re walking to Soonyoung’s dorm with Junhui when he suddenly says, “You definitely like Jeonghan.”

“What are you talking about?” You say after a moment of panic. Is your mess of feelings obvious?

Junhui almost giggles. “Everyone saw you two at the cafe today. And have you seen how you guys have been acting around each other since freshman year?”

“That doesn’t mean anything. And even if I do—which I’m not even completely sure of—does he even really like me? Or is he messing with me?”

“Many boys will mess with you. That’s the nature of it. And maybe Jeonghan messes with you too. But there’s a difference. The Jeonghan who teases you is the same boy who takes the time out of his day to see you every day, trying to show you he loves you without actually saying it because he is waiting for you to reciprocate. When you ignore his flirts? It doesn’t matter because he is more than content—maybe even above the clouds—just being able to know you on a level nobody else does.”

You stare at your best friend dumbfoundedly, realization washing over you so intensely, it’s almost like being tossed in ocean waves. “Wow, Jun. Your little crush really brought out the romantic in you, huh?”

He flushed a bit of red, eyes wandering and hand rubbing his neck, “Shut up.”

You laugh a bit, though halfheartedly because Junhui’s words have gotten your mind in a tornado of feelings and thoughts all spiralling down to one person.

Speak of the devil, Jeonghan is the first person you make eye contact with as you enter Soonyoung’s dorm. He doesn’t say anything, just the smallest quirk at the corner of his mouth as his brown eyes averted to the game in front of him. Which was, you realize as you piece together the circle of people sitting around an empty beer bottle, spin the bottle. Soonyoung and Junhui’s game went through after all. And it was working in Junhui’s favor; your best friend spots his crush and is immediately grabbing a red solo cup with tequila for luck and taking his spot between Jihoon and Soonyoung in the circle. You recognize Seungcheol and Joshua, Jeonghan’s best friends, sat next to him, and a couple other guys and girls you’ve seen at these parties before. Most of your friends were dating people, and had other…games to be playing than this one.

The insane amount of red solo cups scattered between everyone told you most were definitely past sober, except for Jeonghan. You knew his tolerance for alcohol was high.

Soonyoung and Junhui estatically wave their hands to bring you to the circle, and you shake your head. With Jeonghan here, you didn’t want to risk something stupid happening. But Soonyoung wasn’t having it.

“Come on, y/n!” He dragged you by the wrist to sit next to him and some other girl you’ve only spoken to a couple times. You can’t help but notice the same shade of red on her lips is just barely peaking out from under Wonwoo’s neckline. “Spin the bottle, but whoever’s picked has to do seven minutes in heaven whenever the wardrobe is open. It’s getting good, Wonwoo and Hoyeon just got picked! It’ll be good, promise.”

“Fine!” You take the cup Soonyoung is offering you and take a long sip for nerves as you watch the game continue. After Wonwoo was Jun, two girls, and then you. As you waited for your turn to come around, Jun miraculously landed the bottle on his crush and she agreed to seven minutes in heaven, but was hard to play the part of excited for them when you could feel Jeonghan’s stare burning into you the entire time. But alas, your turn came. Thankfully, Junhui and his crush were still occupying the closet, so you wouldn’t have to deal with seven minutes in heaven.

Somewhat confidently, you give the bottle a good spin. For the first time since you entered the game, you saw Jeonghan’s eyes actually paying attention to the bottle. You’re hoping it lands on someone easy…

Fuck.

The bottle comes to an agononizing slow, and five seconds has never felt so long as the neck of the bottle gravitates towards Jeonghan. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst with how fast it’s beating. When it finally stops, it lands directly between Jeonghan and Joshua.

What the hell.

For some reason, your mind is entirely focused on the fact that you could be five seconds away from kissing Jeonghan, and not that you can avoid it by kissing Joshua. You’d heard he was a good kisser anyways, polite too. But all your mind can think about now is Jeonghan, and how his lips, which are currently caught between a smirk and frown, would feel so good against yours.

The crowd “oohs,” ushering you to pick between them. You’re a bit lost in your thoughts to be making a decision. Jeonghan doesn’t say a word, but Joshua is smiling teasingly at his friend.

“If you don’t want to kiss her, Jeonghan, just say so. You won’t mind me kissing her instead, right?”

It was as if those words flipped a switch in Jeonghan’s head, because in the span of the next five seconds, he had taken the bottle in his hand, pressed the neck of it against you, and pressed his lips to yours in what feels like the most heated yet perfect kiss you’d ever had; two years of bottled up tension and pining all came down in this.

Right when you thought things couldn’t get any better, you pulled away from the kiss for air to see Junhui and his crush fumble out of the closet, a hot mess. That didn’t matter right now, though, because everyone was pushing you and Jeonghan inside before you could process what was happening. The door shut, trapping you both inside with nothing but unresolved feelings lingering in the small space between you.

“Kiss me again,” is all you can say, because whatever happened outside wasn’t enough and you didn’t give a damn about your dignity, all you wanted was that same sensation from five seconds ago when his lips where against yours.

“Wait…” Jeonghan manages to mumble, voice just barely pushing into a whine as he stops himself from dropping kisses at your jawline and to your collarbone. “Do you like me, y/n?”

You step back almost comically, as if those five words brought you back to reality. He’s staring at you, expectant yet patient for your answer, eyes doe-like, the complete opposite from just moments before.

“Before I met you,” suddenly the walls of the closet feel ten times smaller and the lint on the floor is very interesting, “I used to understand my feelings. Now, it’s all…mixed up.”

You take a deep breath, then the confession flows out. It feels like bricks being taken off of your shoulders with every sentence, but building up on your heart with the piling dread of his response. “I told myself I wouldn’t get attached, but deep down I knew I would. Because I’ve known since the day we’ve met in this same apartment, that I like your smile too much. I like the feeling of being over the moon whenever I’m with you, and trust me, I didn’t expect feeling this way. I’ve been in denial, I know that, but I also know to the depths of my soul that no matter what river denial throws me in, it will always lead to the same ocean; you.

“There is nothing worse that the slow tortue of waiting for someone, and I’m sorry for making you feel that. After making you feel such pain, I know it’s selfish to still beg you to stay. But god, Jeonghan, your smile is what makes me happy. I have never felt like this for anyone ever before.”

The feelings in every word you said are a heavy weight in the air, almost pressuring against your body. But it all comes crashing down when Jeonghan smiles, “Just one glance, one tease, one laugh, and my world starts running again. You’re stupid for not thinking I wouldn’t stay by your side no matter how long it took, y/n.”

All you can think of in response to that is kissing him, so you do. “Didn’t know you could be so romantic, y/n,” he says, hot against your neck. You feel his smirk against your skin.

“Shut up,” you say breathily, but you’re smiling. “Didn’t know you could be either.”

He hums, then a loud alarm of tigers roaring (way to ruin the moment, Soonyoung) interrupts.

“Shit, seven minutes is over,” you say, trying to pull away in panic. But Jeonghan tightens his grip around your waist and bites the slightest on your neck, not stopping his kisses at all, in fact, his lips travel lower as if to say “stay here.”

“Jeonghan, my friends are about to open this door and I know I said I like you but I don’t want them to see your lips making hickeys on my neck right now.”

“Then tell them to look away while I bring you to my dorm instead, alright?”

one reblog = one flirty classmate

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patron request for RAYQUAZA WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

[keirahknightley]

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

🎬 Peter Jackson

+ IMDb trivia

[themouthwashes]

Could you draw Anya getting angry at daisuke over their game. I think she deserves being more than just sad or scared

I bet Daisuke won with probably the worst card i can think of.