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[347-emeraldbitch]

Percy: I am bored and depressed.

Percy: I’m going to go get another degree. Bye ✌🏻

Fred, George, Ron, & Ginny: Nooooooo!!!!!

Molly: Yesssss!!!!

[spyboy2000]

ʙᴏʙ ᴅʏʟᴀɴ ʟᴏs ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴇs - 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟼 - ʙʏ ʟɪsᴀ ʟᴀᴡ.

[hedonicghosts]

would you believe that this took three months to do? either way... something something hearing innerworld commotion in the front while trying to sleep sucks. especially when a bunch of teenagers are playing mental guitar hero

[momoksha]

books & cats & music & coffee!📚🐈🎶☕️🌙🖤(x)

[multi-joong]

Introduction Post

Happy weekend everyone. We’ve settled in and now it’s time to have fun~

Fun? Fun? Not all of us get to play around all day

Something about the all black that makes me feel… powerful

I miss the warmth of the sun

A little sweet. A little savory. A lot of imagination

Just because I’m on the other side of the camera doesn’t mean I can’t be cute

Is can it be time for nap time cuddles?

[alastor-simp]

Nothing beats listening to lofi and reading a good book📚🎶

[blackyumegirls]

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[d-amore]

answering this post but with each of my s/is:

Mari, Suri and Clara: don't know their boyfriends yet, have no idea what the person is talking about

Lissa: ofc she knows Bruce Wayne, who doesn't? but she thinks the person might be crazy or trying to be Too Nice with her (why? she doesn't know). i mean, who would come up to a total stranger and nobody and tell them they'll end up with famous and hot billionaire Bruce Wayne? they must be out of their minds

Akio: considering she's 10 years old and aizawa was still an underground hero (if i'm not mistaken), she knew juuust a little about him, but enough to think "yuck him? that ugly guy?". crazy to think where they are now

[ziggydabiggy]

pspspspspspsp haaai self shippers. rb this with a drawing of you (or your s/i) thinking abt ur f/os

here's mine :)

(this isn't even all of them. i have lots more)

[queenangella]

Emily Dickinson // FOB “miss missing you”

[winterchimez]

IM SHOCKED HOW INSANITY ONLY HAS 100 NOTES CAUSE THAT SHIT DESERVES OVER 1K LIKE THAT WAS A MASTERPIECE 🙏🙏‼️‼️

also i love ur theme al its gorgeous 🫶🫶

omg hello sonata it's been a while!! 😭💕 pls asdjid thank you sm for reading insanity!! it's my very first superhero au so there are certain parts where i felt i could've executed it better 🥺 but i'll def make it up for it in the next installment fs 🫣👀

and thankiew!! it's finally time for sixth sense era so ✨ (also how are you after watching the mv are we doing good 😭)

[cetoddle-archive]

ต(=ω=)ต

☁︎ 𓆩 lia 𐂴 she/her ♡ 22 𓆪 ☾

mass like/rb = okay ˖°🦇ִ ࣪

｡*: RENTRY | TAGS | MY CAT ✩*

[star1117-archives]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐏. 𝐒𝐇

❏ Pairing : park seonghwa x m!reader

❏ Genre : angst + hurt/no comfort

❏ W.C : 1646

❏ Warnings : badboy!y/n, nerd!seonghwa, mentions of alcohol consumption + drug use, shitty parents on both sides, intimacy, crying, homophobia, forbidden love (?), one gay joke, Seonghwa referred to as babygirl once, a lot of profanity, kissing, semi-rejection (?), school age reader + seonghwa

❏ 𝐀/𝐍 : 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 + 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ♡ -𝟏𝟔’𝐬 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

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© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

YOU WERE A BAD INFLUENCE.

To be honest, when Seonghwa had told you his parents forbade him from seeing you, it didn’t surprise you. You’d heard just how amoral, depraved, and disgusting you were from almost all areas of life; your teachers, ex-friends, exes, hell, even your parents. Your own mother had told you she hopes addiction drives you to an early grave. Lovely woman. It had come to a point where you simply didn’t care about opinions anymore. You were gonna live your life, and you were gonna live it to the fullest, because fuck consequences. What’s life if you can’t have fun? Because that’s not living.

It was this mentality that you lived by, which made it even more confusing when a shy boy tapped your shoulder one day, holding a few books and his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. While you were notorious in your school for your behaviour, the boy that introduced himself to you was your polar opposite. Park Seonghwa, the exemplar student, the goody two shoes, the bookworm. Surprisingly enough, he had asked you a simple sentence. A sentence that had started this whirlwind of a friendship. A sentence that started a fire within you that couldn’t be contained.

“Show me how to live.”

You sighed as Seonghwa sniffled, head hanging forward. The two of you were sat on your favourite park bench, the one you both frequented when the weather permitted. It had a beautiful view of the lake, and the way the sky burned with ambers and peaches when the sun set made the place look ethereal. As tears rolled down Seonghwa’s cheeks, you bit your cheek to contain your anger, wrapping an arm around him and lightly pushing his head into your chest.

“Don’t be a baby, Hwa.”

His eyes glistening, Seonghwa looked up at you with a glare, bottom lip wobbling.

“But I’m never gonna be able to see you again! They don’t want me anywhere near you Y/N, how can I still spend time with you?”

Ruffling the top of his hair, you chuckled at his words, trying to stay lighthearted. In actuality, the fears Seonghwa was expressing were gnawing at your insides. The thought of being without him felt foreign, it felt wrong. But you couldn’t tell him that, he’d just freak out even more.

“Seonghwa, your parents forbade you from drinking. What did we do two nights ago?”

Seonghwa smiled faintly at this, his voice barely above a mumble as he spoke.

“Got shitfaced.”

Mockingly, you cupped your hand to your ear, lowering it to him.

“What did you say, babygirl?”

“Got shitfaced! And stop calling me that!”

You let out a wolffish laugh at this, scoffing before replying.

“Stop acting like a pussy and I won’t treat you like you have one.”

Before Seonghwa opened his mouth you raised your hand, cutting him off.

“Moving on. Yeah, we got shitfaced! We got so shitfaced you puked all over that cat!”

Seonghwa shook his head in pure horror, eyes wide as if he was still haunted by the ghost of the sight.

“Don’t remind me, I’m trying to actively delete that from my memory.”

“Whatever.”

An idea then came to you, and you turned quickly to Seonghwa, the other pushing up from your chest as you began speaking avidly.

“Hey, they also forbade you from smoking! What did we do at that house party last week?”

Seonghwa broke into a wider smile, arm going onto the backrest as he recalled that night with a fond face.

“We got high as fuck.”

You let out a laugh at this, slapping his arm and ignoring his protest.

“That’s right! Higher than the fucking sky!”

Seonghwa brow soon furrowed however, his body tending once again.

“But what does that have to do with anything?”

Rolling your eyes, your voice took on a patronising tone.

“Your parents have forbidden you from doing things before, Hwa. We’ll be fine.”

Seonghwa bit his lip before nodding, holding out his pinky finger.

“Pinky promise?”

“Miss me with that gay shit.”

Seonghwa slapped your chest and you chuckled again, interlocking fingers.

“Aaaand seal it with a kiss!”

While Seonghwa moved his thumb against yours, your heart pounded within your chest. It dawned on you that you couldn’t be certain what the future held, and for the first time, that thought scared you. Where before it had brought a loose canon like you comfort, now you had something to care about. Someone to care about. You wanted to show him the world but still keep him wrapped in cotton wool. You wanted him to have everything his heart desires. But most importantly, a selfish part of you wanted him to love you just as much as you loved him.

So, you did something stupid.

Seonghwa didn’t know how to react when your lips crashed onto his. I mean sure, the two of you had been intimate in a platonic sense, but this was a whole new level. From this close, he could see the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, he could smell the intoxicating scent of your cologne, he could taste the mint and cigarettes on your breath. But most importantly, he could feel how your heart raced as you embraced him, he could feel the way you shook with fear as he didn’t reciprocate, wanting the embrace to end but simultaneously not wanting to pull away. When you eventually did however, the look of shame on your face broke Seonghwa’s heart.

“I-.. Seonghwa… I’m sorry, I just thought-“

“You thought what?”

Your face burned at Seonghwa’s tone, eyes now welling with tears of your own. His eyes scrutinised you, and you hated it.

“That you… liked men… liked.. m-me.”

Seonghwa sighed, his head falling into his hands for a second before he pulled up and looked at you with teary eyes once again. It was a stab in the heart knowing you had caused him such pain.

“Y/N, we can’t.”

Grabbing his hands, tears began to roll down your cheeks as you cupped Seonghwa’s face, sniffing when he tried to turn away.

“Seonghwa, please. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You- you give me purpose. You make me wanna change myself, become better for you.”

Seonghwa had begun crying again, shaking his head as his nose tinted a deep shade of red. Despite the mumbled, faint protests now leaving his lips, you persisted.

“I’ll-I’ll clean up my act. No more fucking about, I’ll settle down and-and I’ll focus in school and-”

“They would never talk to me again, Y/N!”

Pulling out of you grip, Seonghwa stood up, wringing his hands as he paced back and forth, breathing scattered as he tried to order his thoughts into coherent sentences. You in the meanwhile had become blank with shock, watching him move without a word. Eventually, Seonghwa finally turned to you.

“I’ve loved spending time with you, Y/N, I really have. You’ve made me feel alive for the first time in my life, that I was living instead of just… doing as told. I-… I’ve never felt so… free.”

You looked up at him expectantly, a smile beginning to form on your face. Coming to a stand, you closed the distance between the two of you.

“So.. you-”

“If my parents knew how I feel about you, they’d kick me out.”

Your expression brightened, tears still falling as you cupped his face with both hands. The sunset reflected with such brilliance in his beautiful eyes, and even the tears running down his cheeks didn’t prevent him from looking like an angel. Speaking with fervour, your thumbs wiped away the trails of tears, your voice shaking with emotion.

“We’ll figure it out, Hwa, together. You gotta give us a chance.”

Seonghwa gave you a weak smile, pressing his lips to your cheek before burying his face in your nape, taking in your familiar scent as your fingers interlocked. Your voice was faint as you whispered those fateful three words.

“I love you.”

You wrapped your free arm around him, holding him as close as you possibly could, scattering a plethora of kisses along any bare parts of him your lips could reach. You muttered ‘I love you’s onto his skin, taking in the sweet smell of his shampoo, the softness of his skin. When he eventually pulled away, you were a snivelling mess, gripping his jumper lightly, voice broken and hoarse. You were a broken shell of a man, and it only drove the stake deeper.

“Please, Hwa. Don’t give up on us. Give us a chance.”

Seonghwa gave you a sad smile, brushing your hair back so he could kiss your forehead again.

“Y/N, there is no us. I love you, but we can’t.”

He grabbed your head and pushed it into his shoulder, partially to comfort you but to also hide your tears. He couldn’t bear to see your red eyes.

“It’s best if we stop seeing each other, it’ll only hurt too much.”

You nodded into his jumper, wrapping your arms around his waist, your tears soon soaking through the material.

“Just… hold me. Just for a little longer, please.”

Seonghwa sighed and patted your back, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I’ll never forget you, Y/N. You’ll always be my first love.”

“I’ll never forget you either, Hwa.”

You inhaled his soft, sweet smell one more time before your world came crashing down as he pulled away and waved goodbye. The words were too much to say, hanging over the two of you like a heavy blanket, suffocating you. As Seonghwa walked away, your throat constricted and your breathing became laboured. You fell to the ground, shaking with your head in your hands. You had ruined everything, just as everyone had always predicted.

He was gone, and with him, your heart.

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[imstuckintheloopsofyourmind]

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Ooug- Just an old(ish) poorly made clip that I made based off an idea of everyone going to a fast food place it was originally supposed to be silly but I had changed my mind while making it- xd

Maybe next time I'll do that- msns-

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By the way- I had already changed a bit of Mr. Ambrose's design and he's crouching- xD

Also his hair is just really poofy- lmao-

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[multi-joong]

𝕂𝕚𝕞 ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕘

Believe it or not, scientists say that statistically, every person has roughly SIX doppelgangers out there in the world.

Come meet the 7 that are Hongjoong.

Dad || Rockstar || Mafia || Barista || Student || Hybrid || Vampire

|| Relationships & Status ||

Posted updates for each boy can be found on their profiles.

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Warning: Themes of violence, blood, use of weapons, and NSFW. Please read all rules before interacting.

Disclaimer: This chatbot does not claim to be, represent, or be associated with the artists or any of their companies. This is for entertainment purposes only. No Photos used are mine unless otherwise noted.

[beadculture]

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