#Jo Tan

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DIM SUM DOLLIES: CELEBRATING 60 SEXY YEARS OF SINGAPOREAN HISTORY

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Drawing stuff in anticipation for season 9

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[back2bluesidex]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Tan Jianci for a Jo Malone brand event

[kpoptimeout]

K-Pop Debuts and Comebacks for the 2nd Week of August (Aug 7-Aug 13 2023)

Aug 7

THE BOYZ - LIP GLOSS

Popular boy band THE BOYZ has summer flings and parties in this fun MV filmed in the Philippines!

Jeon Somi - Fast Forward

Somi shows she can be the diva of her generation in this amazing comeback!

U-KNOW - Vuja De

TVXQ!'s U-KNOW brings us into a vibrant virtual reality in this experimental MV!

Aug 8

Yoo Se-Yoon - Love Ya ft. D-Hack

Comedian and musician Yoo Se-Yoon drops a smooth new track!

Aug 9

JO YURI - TAXI

IZ*ONE's main vocal Jo Yuri is back solo in this funky performance!

V - Love Me Again

BTS' V debuts solo in this soulful track which showcases his baritone vocals.

Aug 10

HEEO - Beautiful Monster

Underrated solo artist HEEO shows her queen energy in this powerful comeback!

Aug 11

TAN - HEARTBEAT

Wild Idol winners TAN return in another strong performance!

Aug 12

LimJi - Call Call Call ft. Ollti

Veteran rappers LimJi and Ollti collab in this fire track!

Aug 13

Hwi Young - Drive5

SF9's Hwi Young debuts solo in this classy and vibey piece.

What is your favourite track of the week?

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[quatregats]

Per cert, pel que fa a intertextualitat de la música en valencià, aquest és el meu exemple preferit. Aquí el text de dalt, que és d'un article genial d'Enric Garcia Jardí sobre el tema:

«Camals mullats» és una de les cançons més sucoses del grup, almenys pel que fa al contingut, ja que la seva riquesa intertextual encara va més enlà. La lletra amaga uns altres versos, traduïts de l���àrab clàssic per Josep Piera, d’Ar-Russafi, un escriptor andalusí del segle XII nascut a Russafa. En el poema «Elegia valenciana», Ar-Russafi, enyoradís, descriu de manera idealitzada la ciutat de València, que s’ha vist obligat a abandonar: Amics, ¿què té el desert, que s’ha amarat de perfum? ¿Què tenen els genets, que els caps tomben com borratxos? ¿S’ha desfet l’almesc pel camí del zèfir o és que algú ha dit el nom de València? El fragment de la cançó dels pegolins reprodueix el darrer vers del fragment citat, amb una petita variació. Nadal, tanmateix, modifica per complet el sentit de la interrogació retòrica. Si per mitjà d’aquesta figura, Ar-Russafi suggereix una València perfecta, La Gossa Sorda hi reflecteix una ciutat putrescent, i aprofita per denunciar-hi l’accident ocorregut en un comboi de la línia 1 del metro de València, el 3 de juliol de 2006, que va provocar la mort de 43 persones: Heu sentit l’olor a podrit de traïció bellesa morta i violència o és que algú ha dit el nom de València? En l’aire barreja de fem i salobre i sota terra la mort, la mort al metro dels pobres.

És que no tinc paraules...treus una capa i en trobes una altra i així fins l'infinit

Val la pena llegir l'article sencer, que el podeu trobar aquí.

[k-pop-lovers]

Top rated songs will compete for the best K-pop song of third quarter of 2023

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Tan Jianci for a Jo Malone livestream event

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irene montero i am in love with u

[tojisun]

cw: john price x f!reader - older man/younger girl; smut; smidge daddy kink; meet cute or smthn

thinking about being moderately creeped out when the waiter came your way and told you that your tab has actually been settled by that gentleman over there.

and you’re quite hesitant to look around and acknowledge the gentleman’s presence but your friends are whooping, making kissy faces and being so embarrassingly obvious at their own checking-out that you bit the bullet and turned around, dutifully ignoring the lump lodged in your throat—

oh.

well, that’s one good looking man, sure. kind of young for your taste though, if you’re being honest but if he’s treating you and your friends, then you guess that’s—

the man beside him turns, meets your gaze, and shoots you a sultry wink.

his scruff and his hair is a mess of salt and pepper, and he’s got crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and he’s got tan skin like he just spent a summer in greece while you were honest to god killing yourself for your capstone as your graduation is coming close, and—

“yeah,” your friend laughs, all sleazy. “he’s your type, ain’t he? a fucking dilf.”

oh.

so that younger one is—

god, he’s almost twice your age then if that kid’s his son. what the fuck that’s—

“please shoot your shot before we lose this group-sugar daddy,” another one of your friends chirps and that forces an ugly snort your way but mr. dilf doesn’t even look turned off by the way his smile just grew and- oh god, he’s standing up and he’s moving close and—

“hey, sweetheart,” he says and honestly the british accent is just uncalled for.

“hi,” you reply after being jabbed on your side.

his scruff dances as his humour bloats. he nods his head to the group and turns back at you.

fuck, yeah okay so— “thanks for that, by the way. you didn’t have to.”

he shrugs. “i wanted to. ‘sides, all that money ought to be spent on a pretty thing, don’t you think?”

pretty thing — does he mean you?

that…

that honestly does it for you.

your cheeks tingle with warmth as shyness creeps in. you feel yourself slowly clamming up, still so painfully unused to being the point of attraction. no one has ever liked you above your friends, but there he is, so suave and beautiful in his tan and charming in an honestly concerning way as he pours all his attention to you. not them but you.

“do you want to, uh, go somewhere? show me around or something?”

he huffs a fond laugh and offers his hand — big and callused, with a scar drawn across his whole palm — and says, “thought you’ll never ask.”

he pulls you up. “name’s john.” he tips his head back to his table, one that’s now bar of the other patron. “that was my son, lucas.”

you didn’t even notice that john’s hand has left your own until you felt it on the small of your back.

“and what about you?”

“huh?” you ask, trying to focus on not tripping on your feet.

“what shall i call you, sweetheart?”

“oh,” you say, blinking, before muttering your name.

john hums something deep in the base of his throat.

“beautiful.”

and, somehow, you know that he doesn’t just mean your name but he means you.

.

(it ends with you on his hotel bed, speared open by his cock. you’ve never been this wet before, walls all loose and squelching as he fucks it even deeper, punching the head into the pucker of your cervix.

john is all quiet grunts, animalistic as he devours you.

jesus, this man couldn’t truly be almost twice your age — how the fuck is he moving this way?

he fills you up to the point of tears, and fills you up even more, pushing and pressing in until he’s all snug in you, his pelvis flushed to yours. you feel so full. so stuffed that you couldn’t even moan right, raspy breaths all that could puff out of you.

“s’good!” you hiccup, sobbing, twitching at the drag of his cock as john pulls out only to choke on your own voice when he fucks in.

“jo-hnnn, s’good! s’good!”

“yeah?” he grunts, scruff tickling the shell of your ear. “y’feel so good ‘round me, darling. tight like a vice. christ, has no one ever fucked you open? stretched you out good?”

you shake your head, whining because no. no one’s fucked you this way. no one’s filled you this way. and if they did, everything’s been overwritten by john.

and his thick fingers and wide palms and his fat cock, fucking in, in, in.

“oh, darlin’,” he croons, his skin slapping against your own. “don’t worry, then, love. daddy’s going t’fix you up, ‘kay? daddy’s going t’make you feel so good, i promise.”

daddy—

fuck.

fuck.)

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i keep seeing people draw steve from stranger things as brown in steddie ship art and every single time i think it's actually for klance.

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