#I was at a concert when I remembered this

[leonastarry]

{ 9 } Yours. ✧. ┊    idol!jinwoo x fem!reader.

You have admired Jinwoo for a long time.

The two of you were high school friends, in the same class, and deskmates. You have always paid attention to him. His dream is to stand on stage, you know. In fact, all of your classmates know that through a future orientation sharing session, and everyone in the class knows that he has a great singing voice.

But you know for sure that no one believes in him more than you (at least except for his family). You are a silent fan, you have followed him since he was a nobody in the music industry until he shined brightly on stage.

You feel very proud.

It seemed like your relationship would only stop at being classmates, but it seems that fate did not allow it.

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Jinwoo has a concert at the end of March. And of course, as his longtime loyal fan, you have to come too.

Jinwoo stands on stage, the lights shining directly on him, creating a brilliant aura around him. The sparkling outfit is exquisitely designed, with every detail reflecting the light, making him look like he stepped out of a dream. His hair is carefully tended, slightly messy in a natural style, highlighting his artistic charm.

His eyes are bright, full of passion and confidence. The smile that flashes across his lips is enough to make the audience's hearts flutter. When he sings, the sound echoes throughout the space, strong yet gentle, touching every emotion deep in your heart.

Around him, the stage lights change with each melody, sometimes bright like fireworks, sometimes dim like a rain of light. The orchestra behind him blended perfectly with his voice, creating a space filled with lively music.

When the song ended, the applause and cheers were loud, as if wanting to prolong that moment. He bowed, sweat beading on his forehead but his smile was still bright. He stood there, like a blazing fire, a symbol of passion, dedication and sublimation of art.

You left the concert with an emotion that couldn't be more satisfying. Standing in front of the stage, you couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Suddenly, you heard someone calling your name, it sounded very familiar.

"[Name]."

You turned around with a surprised expression "J-Jinwoo?"

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Sitting in Jinwoo's private office, you couldn't help but feel nervous.

You bowed your head, rubbing your hands together in worry over this situation.

Can you consider this a successful idol chase? You didn't expect that one day your idol would invite you to his office. You didn't expect that he would still remember you no matter how obscure you were in high school.

Should you show it to everyone? No! This will affect Jinwoo.

Your mind screamed silently.

"Sorry for bothering you at this time," Jinwoo appeared, sitting down across from you and interrupting your thoughts. "I didn’t expect to see you again at my concert."

This man's voice never fail to make your heart flutter.

"It's okay! I mean, you sing really well… I like you a lot! No, I mean, I like your song a lot… Oh.." You panicked, talking nonsense.

He blinked and chuckled "Oh, thank you."

"I haven't seen you since high school. I tried to contact you but it seems you changed your number."

"Oh, I lost my old number." You rub the back of your neck. "Huh, what are you contacting me for?"

"It's nothing, I've just thought I wanted to keep in touch with my old classmates. Can I have your number?"

No, you can't. You really don't deserve to continue being friends with him. "Okay!"

[Name]!

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Since then, your relationship has taken a step forward. The idol you've admired for so long, who you thought you could never reach, texts you every day.

You even hang out together sometimes. But it's a bit tricky because he's so famous, so you have to be careful.

You don't know what's going on anymore. It feels like you're dreaming.

And then one day he confesses to you. And boom. You're lovers.

What's going on? You don't understand.

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It turns out Jinwoo has liked you for a long time,

He has always liked you, his shy and introverted deskmate. He has always liked your quietness and your secretive concern for him.

He was sad that the two of them could not contact you after graduation. So when he saw you after his concert, he knew he had to seize this rare opportunity.

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So the person you admire, the voice you love has become yours.

Every day Jinwoo will nag, when he is with you he will always talk, when he is not with you, he will also want to call you, talk until the battery runs out, charge the battery and call again.

Every day he uses the voice you like to wake you up, every day he uses the voice you like to wish you good night. From morning to night, from now until the end of life.

Jinwoo is yours.

Such a voice that is loved by many people, in the end it only belongs to you.

Tet holiday has started, I will write more kkkk

[uniquexusposts]

Neighbours again (C. Leclerc's Version)

Summary: After 10 years of not seeing each other, Charles randomly spotted his old neighbour on the stage of a world famous artist. He was lost for words and actions. But what would he do when he had the opportunity to see her again?

Attending a Taylor Swift concert was certainly something you had to approach at your own risk. The roaring engines of F1 cars were nothing compared to the cheers, no, the roars, of the crowd when Taylor Swift began her next song. The bright stage lights cast a kaleidoscope of colours across the arena.

Charles Leclerc stood slightly behind his friends, glancing around at the thousands of fans singing along, their phones lighting up the darkness like a sea of stars.

He wasn’t the biggest Taylor Swift fan; this was Pierre’s idea, not his. In fact, he had been dragged along by his friend, the others, and their partners. Charles had begrudgingly accepted, though he couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out, being the only single person in the group. Still, he had to admit, the energy was infectious. He found himself nodding along to the beat, betraying himself now and then by mumbling along to lyrics he hadn’t realised he knew.

“See? This is better than you thought,” Pierre said, nudging him with a grin.

Charles smirked. “Yeah, yeah. She’s good.”

He was about to tease Pierre for being such a diehard fan when the massive screen above the stage flashed to life, displaying a montage of the dancers backing Taylor Swift. His breath caught in his chest, the world narrowing to a single point.

It was her.

Y/n.

She moved with effortless grace, every spin and leap perfectly timed. Her focus, her power, her radiant smile; it was mesmerising. Even with just a fleeting image on the screen, she commanded attention.

Charles straightened his back, his heart pounding faster and faster. “Wait-” he started, standing on his toes to get a better look, but the camera shifted back to Taylor before he could fully process what he had just seen.

“What?” Pierre asked, noticing Charles’s sudden shift.

“That girl,” Charles said, his voice barely audible over the music. “On the screen. One of the dancers.”

Pierre frowned. “What about her?”

Charles shook his head, his gaze fixed on the stage as if willing the camera to return to her. “I think I know her. No, I do know her.”

For the rest of the concert, Charles couldn’t take his eyes off the dancers. Every time the camera panned over them, he searched for her, a mixture of disbelief and awe bubbling in his chest. Y/n wasn’t just there, she was there. A professional dancer, touring the world.

His admiration grew with every glimpse. She wasn’t just part of the show; she owned it, moving like the music was alive in her veins. This wasn’t just any stage; it was Taylor Swift’s stage. Y/n had made it to the top, and she looked so confident, so alive.

By the time the concert ended, Charles was still staring at the stage, hoping for one last glimpse of her. The others around him were gathering their things, but he stayed rooted in place.

“You good?” Pierre asked, nudging him lightly. “Blown away by a dancer?”

“Yeah,” Charles admitted quickly, though his mind was racing. Over a decade had passed since he had seen her. Back then, she was his bright-eyed, talented neighbour, and now she was here, living this incredible life.

But as they made their way out of the arena, a wave of disappointment hit him. He had no way to contact her. Their families had lost touch years ago, and they were practically strangers now. He couldn’t even remember her last name to look her up on social media.

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Charles slowed to a jog as he approached his apartment complex, the crisp evening air cooling his flushed skin. Monaco had settled into its quiet twilight, the golden hues of sunset fading to soft lavender. His muscles ached pleasantly from the day’s effort, and he was looking forward to an uneventful evening.

As he neared the glass doors of the lobby, he noticed someone outside, struggling with crutches. One hand awkwardly pushed against the doorframe while the other juggled a paper bag that seemed on the verge of giving out.

Frowning, he quickened his pace. The figure, slightly hunched in concentration, muttered something under her breath.

“Let me get that for you,” he said, easily pulling the door open.

The woman looked up, her startled expression softening into gratitude. “Thank you,” she said, a little breathless.

A polite smile grew on his lips. His eyes fell on her face; the woman wouldn’t look at him. Her cheeks were flushed. She was probably embarrassed. The woman moved slightly, exposing her face more. Charles’ face straightened, he froze, his heart skipped a beat. 

Y/n. 

“Thank you so much,” the woman said again. “I don’t know how to live with this. These crutches are horrible,” she mumbled. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be complaining.” 

Charles didn’t know what to say, not even if this wasn’t Y/n. What would someone reply to this? His heart skipped a beat when Y/n’s gaze met his. 

Her forced smile quickly turned into her signature smile. “Charles,” she smiled. 

“It’s you,” he murmured, unable to mask the surprise in his voice.

Y/n’s gaze met his, and after a flicker of hesitation, her lips curved into her signature smile; the one he thought he had forgotten but realised now he hadn’t.

“It’s me,” she said warmly, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Charles.”

For a moment, the years that had passed seemed to dissolve. The noise of the city faded, leaving only the two of them standing there as if time had bent in on itself.

He cleared his throat, stepping aside to let her through. “What happened?” he asked, gesturing to the crutches and the brace on her knee.

Y/n adjusted her grip on the crutches, her expression slipping into something practiced and calm. “A bad knee, an old injury, and an accident,” she explained, her voice steady despite the exhaustion creeping in. “Surgery was a few weeks ago. Recovery’s been… slow.” She tried to smile but faltered.

His brow furrowed, the concern in his dark eyes deepening. “An accident?”

She nodded, glancing briefly at the ground. “Just bad luck. I’m managing, though.” Her tone was light, but there was a brittleness to it that didn’t escape him. “I’ll get there. Eventually.”

Charles hesitated. He wanted to ask more, but the vulnerability in her voice stopped him. Instead, he said quietly, “If anyone can handle this, it’s you.”

Her eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension in her shoulders eased. “Thanks, Charles,” she said gently. “That means a lot.”

He hesitated, suddenly unsure of what to say next. There were so many questions on the tip of his tongue, so many things he wanted to know about her life, about the accident, her world. And yet, the words felt tangled, caught in the whirlwind of emotions that seeing her again had stirred. It felt strange, standing here like this; two people who once knew each other so well, now trying to navigate the weight of everything unspoken.

“You haven’t changed much,” Y/n said, breaking the silence with a teasing smile. “Still holding doors open for people, like the gentleman you’ve always been.”

He let out a soft laugh, the sound easing some of the tension between them. “And you’re still finding ways to make the best of everything,” he replied.

She grinned, shifting her crutches slightly. “Someone has to.”

Charles glanced at the bag she was holding, noticing how the straps were barely holding together. “Let me take that for you,” he offered, reaching out.

“Oh,” she started, momentarily reluctant, before handing it over. “Thanks. That thing’s been threatening to fall apart since I left the store. I should have brought a backpack or something.”

“No problem,” he said, falling into step beside her as they made their way toward the elevator. He couldn’t help but notice how her pace was slower, measured, as if every step was a calculated effort.

“How long have you been here?” he asked.

“Just a couple of weeks,” she replied. “I’m staying with Jeanne while I recover. She’s been… very accommodating. Begrudgingly so.”

Charles smiled at that. “Jeanne? She moved back?”

“Yeah, work brought her here. And now she’s stuck taking care of me.” Y/n smirked. “Not her favourite role, but she’s been good about it. She won’t admit it, of course, but I think she secretly doesn’t mind.”

He chuckled. “She always had a soft spot for you. Even if she’ll never admit it.”

As they reached the elevator, Y/n pressed the button, leaning slightly on her crutches for support. “I didn’t realise you live here,” she said, glancing at him.

“I’ve been here a while now,” he said, his tone easy. “Apartment 32.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Above us, then. Never imagined we would be neighbours again.”

He gave her a wry smile. “Life has a strange way of working out, doesn’t it?”

She tilted her head, her lips curving into a smirk. “Strange, or just a cosmic joke.”

The elevator doors slid open, and he let her step in first before following. The quiet hum of the elevator filled the space, but the air between them felt alive, charged with something unspoken.

“Do you need help with anything else?” he asked as the elevator reached her floor.

“No, you’ve done plenty already,” she said with a soft smile. “Thank you, Charles. Really.”

He helped her carry the bag to her door, lingering for just a second longer than necessary as she unlocked it.

“Well,” Y/n said, her tone light, “it’s nice to know I have a good neighbour upstairs.”

He grinned. “And if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her voice warm. “Though I should warn you, Jeanne might take advantage of that offer.”

He chuckled, stepping back. “I’ll be prepared. Take care, Y/n.”

“You too, Charles,” she said softly, her eyes lingering on him for a moment before the door clicked shut.

As he walked back to the elevator, Charles couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. Seeing her again had stirred something deep within him, a mix of nostalgia, curiosity, and something else he wasn’t quite ready to name.

Back in the elevator, he leaned against the mirrored wall, a small smile playing on his lips. “Neighbours again,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Life really did have a strange sense of humour.

Taglist: @itsjustkhaos @crashingwavesofeuphoria @maryvibess @ironmaiden1313 @blodwyn4u @sltwins @heart-trees @npcmia @llando4norris

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

chasing city lights

chapter 3 - and you are?

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

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cw: language

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carrying all 3 drinks, you found your way back to the entrance where sarah told you to meet. a rush of nerves coming over you after the realisation that the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life was not only your new best friends brother, but also the lead singer of city lights. and you were about to meet him.

"y/n!! over here" sarah called for you.

"oh hey guys, here are all your drinks" you passed them around. "so what's the plan?"

"ok so, as you have just found out, rafe is actually my brother" sarah started. "he's asked to come say hey as he saw my story and didn't recognise you."

"what?"

"rafe has to know everyone in my life. over protective brother and that. anyway, we'll wait until the boys have finished packing everything up and then we'll meet them out the back entrance."

"ok cool cool."

"he's just texted me now actually, you ready guys?"

"yea lets go!" kie replies.

you followed the group as they weaved their way through the crowds of people leaving the concert, adrenaline levels hitting high. you've never been in this atmosphere, of course you had been to concerts, but going backstage and meeting the band? you were living out your wattpad fantasies.

you finally got to the backstage area, sarah presenting a badge you didn't know she had "they're all with me" she explained, and the security guard let you through.

you walked through the long corridor until you finally reached a door that said 'city lights'. sarah knocked on the door, and your heart rate picked up, feeling like everything was about to change.

and it did.

rafe opened the door, eyes instantly finding yours.

"and you are?" he smirked, leaning against the framing of the door. "i know most people around here, but can't say i've ever seen your face before. i would remember"

heat flusterd over you with this words, "i'm, y/n. just moved here from obx."

"an outerbanks girl huh?"

"that's me" you returned his smile.

"well now introductions are out of the way" sarah laughed, "should we get going?"

"yea let me get the others. jj, top, you coming?"

two other blondes popped their heads out the door, almost as handsome as rafe. almost.

"kie, john b, bring it in!!" the first blonde, came out with wide arms bringing the two into a hug. "nice to meet you?"

"y/n"

"y/n! well sarah rarely lets us meet her new friends so you must be special" he says as he also brings you into a hug.

"and i'm top" the last boy grins as he shakes your hand. "it's nice to meet new faces, especially when they're as pretty as you"

you giggle at his words, but out of the corner of your eyes you could see rafes breath slightly hitch, like the words didn't sit right for a moment. but before you could turn to look at him, his face changed back to neutral and he was leading everyone out the door.

"i have a quiet bar we can go too, security will follow so hopefully papperazi shouldn't be too bad" rafe spoke as you all followed him out the venue.

a few fans lingered out the back, but you quickly cut your way through and made it to the bar.

you found a table and took your seats, everyone went up to buy their drinks, except you and rafe, who lingered behind.

"so what bought you to new york?" rafe asked you, his head tilting and direct eye contact making you nervous.

"just needed a fresh start." your gaze looking away from him, not willing to tell him the truth, a conversation not needed to have just yet.

"this is a big change then a little beach town. you think you can handle it?" he challenges you.

"what you think i can't?"

"i don't think anything yet."

"hm" you respond, just as everyone starts to return with their drinks.

"let me get you a drink. what do you want?" rafe asks.

"i'll take a rum and coke. thanks"

"no problem sweetheart" he gets up, the nickname leaving your cheeks red as sarah comes to sit next to you.

"ignore him y/n. he'll try to get under your skin"

you laugh in response, "it's fine, i don't mind"

"good." she said with certainty, a hint of something else under her words, like he's someone she doesn't want you with.

someone out of bounds.

rafe returns with your drink and sits down the other side of you, as the rest gather round and pull chairs from other tables to sit.

the rest of the night goes well, learning more about sarah and the people she's introduced you too. becoming close with jj and top, who make light conversation with you and make you laugh, unlike rafe who remains slightly reserved, yet staring at you constantly throughout the night, feeling his gaze like heat on your skin.

as the evening comes to an end, you say your farewells outside waiting for an uber, now knowing sarah and john b live together, kie lives with her other friends you're yet to meet, and the band members all together.

"it was so great to meet you y/n!" jj once again pulls you into a drunk hug "you'll fit in well with us" he grins as he lets you go, the reassurance making you smile as you've bonded with these people.

top does the same, giving you a hug goodbye, as rafe watches you from the side, almost waiting for his turn.

you turn to him, unsure if he was going to go into a hug, which he doesn't, much to your dismay. he half smiles at you and says "i'm sure i'll be seeing you again" "would you like that?" your bold statement taking you, and him by surprise.

"can't give all my cards away" he smugs, as he finally pulls you into a brief hug. "bye y/n" he steps into the car waiting for him, taking one last glance at you.

you hug goodbye to the rest, sarah promising to text you once she's home, and kie and john b thanking you for a great night.

your own uber arrives, now left with your own thoughts and reminiscing about the night. the thought of rafe and how he was to you tonight leaving you puzzled. was he flirting with you? is he like this with everyone? you couldn't deny you felt something their, a slight chemistry only time could tell.

shit just got a whole lot more confusing.

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a/n: aaaaah here is chapter 3, their first meeting. any love on this would be so greatly appreciated as it's my first ever time writing lol so kinda scary

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[plounce]

come with me on my wikipedia journey about the trash tube

visited the wikipedia page "list of musical instruments" (i was trying to remember instruments) and immediately encountered the problem of the image for "anvil" being ten billion times larger than all the other images (or rather, "pictureks") and ruining the formatting by adding a horizontal scroll bar:

nevertheless i scroll down and find another even more baffling entry

"trash tube". no linked page. just a photo of a guy holding... something.

it is titled "The Trash Tube being used by the creator Jeremy Leafey". i click to see more details on the wikimedia page.

The Trash Tube is an percussion instrument made by Jeremy Leafey who is the bass guitarist to the Philadelphia jamband “Refrigerator” in 2020 during the COVID-19 pandemic. The instrument is made of old trash found in Jeremy’s house such as two plastic cups taped together with pencils and popsicle sticks inside so it can be used as a shaker and has many other things attached to make different sounds such as, a hair comb, wrench, bracelets, paper clips, and toothpicks. Jeremy used this instrument in jams from psychedelic funk to experimental music and continues to use it till this day.

well that's pretty cool i suppose. don't know if it warrants an entry on this wikipedia page, though.

Starrlightmighty5's contribs are:

it is fairly obvious this is jeremy. "trash tube in use.jpg" was his first upload.

here is the relevant edit history for the inclusion of the trash tube in the list of instruments.

the other files, though: "bassduet.jpg" is him playing with his bass guitar teacher, who runs a bass guitar school. "standstraightorleave.jpg" is the album cover to his avant-garde/experimental music, released under his solo name - "starrlight mighty5", which explains the username (unfortunately when you google it, you mostly get results for traveling in utah). here is one of his recordings on youtube, uploaded in july 2020, which he describes as "an original Lowercase song by me that is made of objects/instruments around my house".

he then adds, "I play in a jamband called “Refrigerator” Here’s our website where you can find our social media, band info, and concert/tour dates!: https://sites.google.com/view/rerigeratorband/home?authuser=1"

now, if you click that link, you will find that it does not work. it does not work even if you add the "f" in "refrigerator" to the url." 404 page :(

the most recent jpg in the list is "refrigerator together.jpg", from april 2021, and it's a photo of six teen boys in a backyard, all holding up white shirts with their first names printed on them in a cool font. the description is "Refrigerator all together before playing", and it was taken in june 2020, almost a year before it was uploaded. one of the boys is named cole, and on the song i linked earlier he commented "Pretty Cool Jermey".

he has a lot of marching band & jazz band vlogs on his youtube as well, along with a lot of uploads of more obscure rock songs, re-uploads of rock concert footage, him playing some pretty sick bass riffs, and references in various pieces of media to bands he likes, especially phish. he just seems to be a real big music nerd, which is awesome. he's 19 now and hasn't uploaded anything in two years. i hope refrigerator still hangs out and jams. i hope he's doing even sicker bass riffs. i wonder if he still plays the trash tube.

[strid3rofthen0rth]

I rebuilt the carburetor on my ice auger yesterday, unlocking a core memory in the process.

If you've never dealt with one, a carburetor is a really complex and finicky fucker, full of little ports and flappy bits, tiny screws and needles. They all have to work in concert to mix the gas and air correctly.

There's lots of standing around turning bits of metal in your hands, pondering how the hell that is supposed to fit there. At least for me. It's one of those tedious jobs that makes me nervous because it's complicated, but they're just parts after all. Calm down, me, it's adult Lego.

It does take a while to get all the tiny bits cleaned and back where they belong, which gave my mind time to go reeling back to about 1980, when I would've been six. Grandparent's house. 4th of July.

It had to be, everyone was there, and that was the tradition. Hot dogs on the grill, those old aluminum tubing and nylon webbing lawn chairs, everyone chain smoking. The good old days.

And the men wrenching on muscle cars in the driveway, using their dad's tools before they had all their own. Dad had a dented up Cutlass 442, calf shit green. My uncle had an AMC Rebel Machine. I remember that car because it was so loud and fast and scary in the good way. How it would fling my brother and I around the backseat like ragdolls, laughing the whole time, when he let it eat.

If you look at the old advertisements for it now, they sometimes list "lap belts" as an added feature. Different times.

At some point, they were obviously working on a carburetor that day because they started trying to get me to say it. Helping me along syllable by syllable, but I couldn't get it. That's a tongue twister for a six year old.

That bothered me, so I went to the Horse Room (the bedroom upstairs with a rocking horse in it since the beginning of time, apparently) and practiced until I could get it out. My perfectionism rearing its ugly head young and early.

Later, at the picnic table lunch, when asked about it, I'm told I stood up on the bench and pronounced, proudly and carefully... Carburetor.

I don't remember that part, but I do remember the uproarious cheers from the table. Accolades from a well-earned prize.

Anyway, the ice auger runs again, after a couple hours futzing with the carburetor. We have good ice on the lakes. It's a fine winter.

Here, fishy fishy.

[thefluffiestbird]

Do you ever get emotional over the fact that Andrew only genuinely smiles once in the series and it’s when Kevin finally acts out agains Riko and the Moriyamas by redoing his tattoo???? Because I do.

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[crewicide]

The Protomen - Protoman gif board

x x x . x x x . x x x

[xieliancore]

i watched the prince of egypt last night

[herewegobebe]

TAEMIN | 'The Rizzness' ✦ Metamorph

[dreamings-free]

we have NOT talked about this enough!

..or at all really ?!

[cleopatragirlie]

I am thankful for the existence of football not because I like the sport but because we wouldn't have these photos of Robert Plant without it

Plus this:

[9w1ft]

no thoughts about the latest show or the upcoming ones?

i guess i kind of feel like emotions are high in general and we are so close to the end of the tour anyways so instead of ruminating on the possible meaning of the latest shows or the upcoming ones i want to wait until the shows are over before putting thoughts together! right now im just watching it play out.

[joongdunking]

Joong Archen: My main vocalist, my main dancer, my main visual 🥑💛

Q: Has the rating for Joong's dancing skills changed?

🌻: No, it's the same 😁 (still 10 out of 10)

🥑: Maybe.. five maybe? (He gave himself 3 the last time)

🥑: Its still five. I'm a main vocal.

[sapphicscience]

"there is no reason to argue this on their terms" is actually like. my guiding principle these days tbh. and people get SO MAD ABOUT IT.

[julla]

briefly scrolled though the bigbang subreddit like recommended and - true, it definitely is active! which is fun. one of the first things i saw is that someone got into listening gd bc they knew him from the shoe world 😭😭 i mean that's just amazing lmao