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f(x) in 2014 ・゚゚・。☆
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Happy 10th year anniversary to f(x)'s Red Light!
#im so late#f(x)#krystal#luna#victoria#sulli#amber#jungsoojung#parksunyoung#songqian#choijinri#amberliu#red light#idolady#femaleidolsedit#femaleidols#femaleidol#kpopggsedit#dailyfx#fxedit#mine#smsource#femaleidolsnet#femadolsnet#femadolsedit
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LUNA Free Somebody, 2016 dir. Shin Hee-won, animation by Kim Yong-oh
#luna#f(x)#park sunyoung#femaleidolsedit#goldeneraedit#femaleidol#femadolsedit#free somebody#i had to go to twt n.ct.zens to find out who animated this thank you SME for always having easily findable credits /s#eyestrain#bright colors#*mine
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18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: dark!Joel x reader, Tommy is there but not actively involved
Words: 590
A/N: Be warned it’s dark, please heed the warnings, protect yourself! Given the current state of things I wanted to write something light and fluffy and hopeful but unfortunately my brain wouldn’t cooperate and kept veering into darker territory, (can’t imagine why I seem to have this impending sense of doom 🤔). Anyway, hopefully with this now out of my head it will make room for something a bit more positive.
Let me know if I missed any warnings.
Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, dark Tommy, kidnapping, drugging, somnophilia, fingering, unprotected piv, loss of virginity, creampie, mention of restraints.
Part 2
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Joel moved quickly from the van to the front door of the cabin, carrying you in his arms. He didn’t want you to catch a chill, naked as you were.
Once inside he moved over to the bed placed in one corner of the large main room. You didn’t stir as he placed you gently down on the faded comforter, the sleeping pills he’d slipped you working better than he could have hoped for.
His pants and boxers were pushed down his thighs with gusto, his aching cock desperate for relief. Tommy entered the cabin with the first box of supplies from the van just as Joel was climbing on top of you, settling himself between your thighs. He lined himself up with your pussy as Tommy busied himself unloading the box.
Joel had prepped you well in the van on the way here, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples before shoving two of his fat fingers inside you again and again and playing with your little clit until you writhed and moaned in your drug induced sleep.
“Fuck Tommy she’s so fuckin’ tight. Think we might have found ourselves a virgin,” he’d exclaimed with a grin.
So now, eased by your unwitting arousal Joel shoved himself inside you with a loud grunt, one powerful thrust burying him to the hilt.
“Fuuuuuuuuck.”
He slowly began to retract his hips, basking in the feeling of your little pussy gripping onto him as he tried to retreat. The blood on his cock as it slid free of you set his heart racing.
“Fucking knew it Tommy, she was a virgin, so fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned as he slammed himself back inside you.
The pace he set was vicious, taking advantage of your pliant state, his hips punching into yours with reckless abandon. He’d be more careful with you when you were awake but it’d been too long since he’d fucked anything but his hand. He needed this and he wasn’t going to last long.
Tommy kept unloading the van while Joel pounded your pussy, his cock jumping with every whimper Joel drew from you or every time he stopped to admire the bounce of your tits as Joel pummelled into you. He was looking forward to his turn.
Gripping your hips tight enough to bruise, with one final ruthless plunge of his cock into you Joel’s hips stilled and he let go, pumping you full of his seed with a loud moan. He slumped on top of you, grinning at the huff of air you released at his weight falling on top of you. He kissed and nuzzled your temple.
“Good job baby, did so well for me. We’re gona have so much fun together I can tell.”
Joel slowly pulled himself out of you, pushing up onto his knees to watch his cum leaking out of your battered cunt before gathering it up and pushing it back inside you. He reached down and pulled his boots, pants and boxers off fully before getting up and heading to the bathroom, his now flaccid cock swinging between his legs still coated in your combined juices.
“She’s all yours Tommy.”
“I’m gona wait a bit, give her chance to tighten back up. No way I’m going in there straight after you’ve stretched her out like that. How long before the pills wear off?”
“Probably a few hours yet. Make yourself useful while you’re waiting, dig out the collar and chains, should get her secured before she wakes up. I’m going for a shower.”
#dark!joel miller#dark!tommy miller#pedro pascal#gabriel luna#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller#smut#joel miller x f!reader
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LUNA ⊹ MADONNA (2021) requested by magnusmaiabelle
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Got a devil on my shoulder A gently whispered voice Like an angel, come to me Starting again Knock-knock, who's there ? ⎯⎯ @fairytopea
#creepy chronicles : halloween event#seulzitos ✄ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)#omg this was so hard TT#f(x) moodboard#f(x)#amber moodboard#sulli moodboard#victoria moodboard#krystal moodboard#luna moodboard#kpop#kpop f(x)#kpop moodboards#aesthetic moodboard#carrd moodboard#kpop moodboard#dark moodboard#green moodboard#dark green moodboard#nostalgia moodboard#vintage moodboard#old moodboard#archive moodboard#messy moodboard#brown moodboard#alternative moodboard#gg moodboard#black moodboard#black divider#dark divider
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Hii hope you're having a lovely day
Can I get a forced proximity,fake dating smut with Eddie Munson and the phrase "come on I won't bite, unless you're into that"
this was such a fun prompt! below is 4k of eddie and r just being adorable as hell. warnings: fluff; barely edited because i’m at work and die like bob in the docs; fem!reader; smut, so 18+ minors dni.
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It was supposed to be simple: show up to your ex's wedding with a date, so that way your friends from college wouldn’t look at you with pitying gazes that clearly said, “Look at the poor, sad, tragically lonely girl.”
For the record, you were none of those things. And maybe it was a little dramatic to think that way. Also yeah, maybe you received those questions from time to time—asked innocently enough, usually—when you planned on settling down, but what if you never wanted to?
But pretending, at the time, to be in a relationship seemed easier than avoiding all of those questioning stares and probing comments.
It had been Max’s idea, actually; you’d been helping tutor her for a college math test when she noticed the invitation on the fridge and you’d laughed about how it was your ex and you still frequented the same friend group, which meant being invited to his wedding was an absolute. You murmured to her in confidence that you really weren’t excited about going; mentioned you were the only one in your college friend group who hadn’t been married off yet or popped out a kid (you shuddered to think of either of the two).
“Why not bring a fake boyfriend or something?” She asked. It seemed so…silly at first. You’d arched a brow in her direction and chuckled to yourself, the tip of your pencil tapping against her loose leaf notebook absentmindedly. At your confusion, she proceeded, “You know? Ask Steve or Argyle…Eddie.”
“Don’t say Eddie like that,” you grumbled, chewing at the eraser tip.
The redhead flicked one of her braids over her shoulder, shrugging. “Don’t say Eddie like what?”
“How you did just now! You didn’t just say Eddie,” you explained, dropping your pencil down onto the paper. “You said Eddie. Like you’re insinuating something.”
“Yeah, like the big freaking crush you’ve had on him since you two were in high school together—”
“Your answer to number five is wrong.”
Max snorted. And that was that.
Luckily, Eddie’s amicable as he always is. When you suggest coming as your date, he’s quick to ask for times to pick you up and requesting the attire for the event. It’s an evening wedding, and he shows up in a dark suit that matches the color of his hair. The same suit that now rests over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his shirt beneath rolled up to the elbow, revealing endless whirls of tattoos he’s collected over the years since he graduated high school.
He’s—well, Eddie on a normal day is breathtaking. All dark hair that falls in waves to his shoulders, broad smiles, dark eyes that can see through your soul. Charming as hell, and just as charismatic. He’s the kind of person that brightens every room he walks into and graces with his presence.
Eddie at a wedding?
You’re practically heaving into your champagne glass with how disturbingly—and unfairly—handsome he looks, but he can’t know that, so you play it off that you’ve danced one too many songs and need a moment to collect yourself.
“Think the plan is working?” He muses, leaning over to sip at your glass. “Think we’ve fooled enough people so grandma over there can stop clutching her pearls asking if you’ve accepted your spinsterhood?”
Honestly, the whole fake dating thing isn’t as bad as you initially thought. Eddie’s been ever the gentleman, holding open doors, holding your hand, holding the side of your hip. It’s great for the optical illusion you’re trying to portray, but it’s terrible for the ever painful kick-thump throb of your heart in your chest.
“Why? You wanna get out of here?” You likely can. You’ve stayed for the ceremony, most of dinner. You’ve even danced with Eddie a bit on the dance floor, introduced him to a few of your college friends, let him press a kiss to your cheek during the ‘couple’s dance’ after he’d suggested you try on the lips and you nearly broke an ankle, tripping up in your movements from the mere suggestion of doing something so insane. “We could always head back to the hotel room?”
Oh—and therein lay the other problem aside from your cardiovascular symptoms as a direct result of Eddie’s proximity: the hotel reservation somehow got all mixed up and you only afforded yourselves one bed.
One.
Singular.
Eddie had reassured the front desk employee that it was no issue, but you’d slapped your card onto the countertop and asked—admittedly pleaded—if they could check again for another room. It was with pitying gazes that they advised, because of the wedding, all the other available rooms were full. Which left you and Eddie with a king size bed for the night.
“It’s fine,” Eddie had teased, tossing pillows down the center of the bed after both tossed all of your things onto the floor. “Here’s our bundling board. You better not try to jump my bones in my sleep now.”
The thought itself has your thighs sliding together, mind swimming as your friend’s ring clad fingers trail against your forearm, drawing you back to reality. You turn with a ‘huh,’ your eyes meeting his as he says, “I’m fine with that if y—”
You’re interrupted by the sound of Clarissa, your ex’s new bride, calling your name from another table away. You’ve been friends with her for years, studied in the same program for your undergrad degree, and remained as such even after she came to you one day in the library and asked if it would be okay to date Jared. And it was; you’d been broken up for some months, anyway, after all. All adults who could handle weird circumstances.
Just like right now, as Jared joins his new bride’s side and extends a hand to greet Eddie. “Is this the guy that swept our friend here off her feet? Nice to meet you…”
“Eddie,” Eddie says, reaching over to grasp Jared’s hand and shake it. He’s just as charming when Clarissa leans down and urges you both forward in tight hugs, giggling brightly over how nice the two of you look and blushing when Eddie speaks again saying, “You look beautiful. Congrats, you two.”
“Congrats you two,” Clarissa practically trills, clapping excitedly. She mouths over Eddie’s shoulder, “He’s gorgeous.”
You can only pathetically shrug in agreement before Jared’s asking how the two of you met and Eddie tugs you so close to him you’re practically sitting on his lap. Your hand manages to grip his thigh to steady yourself when your chair wobbles, and his palm swallows yours upon doing so. He lifts it up to his mouth to brush a gentle kiss against the back of it. Your skin bursts to life with a thousand bubbles dancing along your skin, though you chalk it up to the champagne buzzing in your system.
Heat coils again as he turns to look at you, brown eyes fathomless as he says, “Back in high school. She walked into first period math class and she waved at me and I knew it was all over after that. But we only recently realized we wanted to be more than friends; figured it was about time to take a chance. Best choice I’ve made in a long time, really. Now we’re inseparable. Unbreakable. Insatiable—”
You elbow him slightly, cutting his words off. “Insatiable, Ed?”
Clarissa and Jared are none the wiser. The both of them only lean into one another, Clarissa glowing with her bridal beauty and Jared looking like he’s fallen in love with her all over again as Eddie regales them with your fake relationship origin story.
“Can you act like you actually like me?” He grumbles near your temple, that palm curling around your hip again to draw you even closer. Heat coils in your belly once more as that mouth drops lower, hot breath fanning along the shell of your ear, his voice a husk of, “Relax. I won’t bite…unless you’re into that.”
So, maybe you can’t swallow the breathy sigh that punches its way up your throat. And maybe your thighs clench beneath the table. But they’re all mere side effects to the man hypnotizing everyone around him with his charm, casualties of the battle waging war behind your ribcage. Even so, the damage is done; the carnage remaining in the wake of your inner turmoil is evident in the slow curl of his lips, the proud smirk lining those presently devilish features.
He’s thoroughly enjoying himself—enjoying the effects his presence has on you, even under the guise of pretending you’re something you’re not. So if your eyes roll in your skull when he leans down and presses a barely-there kiss beneath your ear, it’s only because he’s really wonderful at the elaborate facade you’ve both concocted.
It’s only because, over the years of being DM, he’s perfected the art of performance.
It’s that and nothing more.
Call the casual touches and flirting throughout the night side effects of a few glasses of champagne and loosened inhibitions. Call the glances across the dance floor nothing more than intrigue and longing for a ‘what if?’ Call the brush of his fingers against your skin, the press of lips, the hand on your hip nothing more than part of an act. Because that’s all it is.
Or so you think and have conditioned yourself to think.
But that tension lingers long after Clarissa and Jared wish you well. It lingers in the breaths filling the elevator on your way back to the room, it seeps into the pauses in your conversation. It grows and curls like a bowstring in your belly, drawn tight when Eddie slides the key into your hotel room door and pushes it open.
“If I didn’t know any better, Munson, I would have thought you were flirting with me earlier,” you hum, a casual laugh breaking into the otherwise quiet of your newfound privacy with the man, toeing off your heels near the door. “And the little speech about how we started ‘dating’ was really convincing. Either that or you should reconsider a career in acting.”
“What if I was, though?” His voice is soft. Softer than it’s been all night, a tremulous breath that makes your stomach clench. “Flirting with you, I mean.”
Before you, you can see two options laid out on a platter: you push into unknown territory, a world of possibility should you choose to open your heart to him; or, you brush his affection aside and preserve what you already have, not wishing to disrupt the balance of your life as you know it.
Eddie is friends with your friends.
You’re friends with his friends.
When lines become blurry, relationships are put at risk. Sides might need to be taken. There are other people involved outside of the two of you. But a louder thought rings true. An understanding that it’s Eddie. Eddie, who has only ever put your own needs above his. Always first. Wanted what was best for you at all times. Would it, then, be such a terrible thing to be selfish just this once?
“If you were…” you begin, stepping across the room to meet him where he stands. Your fingers trail up to his tie, the dark red material like blood sifting through your fingers, “did you mean it? The story too?”
“Since first period math class senior year—well, your senior year. My first senior year.” He chuckles uneasily, palm moving to slide over the span of his shoulder, easing at a knot. Watches you slide your fingers up along the fabric, moving up to help loosen the knot around his neck. You fumble with it for a moment, his breath spilling across your forehead, your bottom lip between your teeth when he rasps out, “Can I kiss you?”
And you’re nodding your head rapidly, gasping as his hand slides up to rest against the small of your back, guiding your frame closer to him. You practically ooze into his chest, bodies warm and humming with anticipation as he walks you backward over toward the bed and groans into your bottom lip presently pinched between his teeth as you tug at his tie and drag him into the cradle of your thighs down to where you lay in a sprawl of limbs against the mattress.
“Oh…” He pauses in his ministrations, breaking apart with a gasp despite your whines of protest to run a palm along the mattress. You flop down onto your back as the man presses the same palm against the topper, watching it shift and move beneath his weight. “Oh this is nice. Much better than my shitty one back home.”
“Eddie…” His head jolts back your way, as if he remembers you’re lying beneath him, waiting for him to help you out of your dress, and drops a kiss down against the curve of your neck. You hum to yourself and grasp his chin, dragging his mouth near to yours. He brushes your lips once, twice, and you tell him, panting, “I really like you, Eddie.”
He sighs as your hands finally help free the tie from around his neck and you toss the fabric into the far corner of the room, fingers dropping down to start working on the line of buttons down his chest inch by inch until you’re met with dark ink and a trail of hair against the bump of his stomach that disappears into his waistband and has you leaning forward to press a kiss to his exposed sternum. Beneath you can feel the rapid thrum of his heart, can taste the salt on his skin, flesh still warm from all your dancing in the wedding hall.
He’s climbing over to the top of the bed, bringing you with him, and rearranging the two of you so you can lay side by side. One of his palms starts a gentle slide up your back to grasp at the zipper pulled all the way to your neckline. His eyes implore yours briefly, a gentle exchange with no words, and your head dips. The sound of the metal dragging down your spine reaches your ears, fabric soon pooling around your ankle before he’s tossing it over onto the far corner of his room with the rest of both your clothes.
You take a moment to look at one another. Eyes roving across skin, fingers following in their wake. He trails his fingers along your shoulder, down the path of your sternum, swirls a circle around the soft skin of your abdomen until your sides shake with laughter. You watch those exhausted eyes of his trail along the curve of your hip, the bend of your knee, the crux between your thighs. Nearly gasp into his collar bone when he hikes a thigh over his hip and draws you in for another kiss, and you can feel the hot press of him briefly—albeit too briefly—against your center.
Those kisses, burning with a fresh fervor, draw breathless sighs from your lips. His words against your skin, telling you how beautiful you are, how he’s wanted this moment, how he wants to watch you fall apart against his fingers when he asks if he can touch you have you mewling with want, shuddering at the first brush of his fingers through your slick, warm and welcome between your thighs.
But it’s in that languid exploration that the two of you start to slow down, champagne bubbles that still linger in both your bellies making your eyes more and more tired with each passing moment, fingers becoming gentler, lingering longer. He sighs when you lean over to brush a kiss against his throat and suck, but it settles in the air and you can’t help the airy giggle that spills from your lips when one of his hands waves lackadaisical in the air as you ask, “Falling asleep on me, Munson?”
“No—no,” he groans. He presses a gentle kiss to your throat, and feels your pulse skitter beneath your skin. “Jus’ g’me a second. Wanna make you feel good.”
It’s a shame, a sin really, how even in his tired, partially blissed out state, Eddie Munson still has the power to make your insides liquify. Especially when those eyes start to flutter as he tries to focus his attention on you, lashes lingering longer and longer against the tops of his cheekbones in his efforts to stay awake.
With one last press of your mouth against his, you slide off the bed and help yank down the comforter enough so he can crawl inside, sleepy sighs spilling from his tattooed chest. Satisfied, you clamber in beside him and smile to yourself as that same chest aligns against your spine, arm looping low around your waist, and you both drift into a slumber.
It’s early when you wake again. Sunlight starts to filter in through the windows, the clock to your left reading seven in the morning. Luckily, it’s a Saturday and your check out time isn’t until eleven, which means more than enough room to shower and get ready to head back home to Hawkins. You’re about to clamber out of bed when you feel Eddie’s hand against your stomach shift. Butterflies burst to life at the gentle caress of his skin against yours, fluttering away only seconds later when the man in question grumbles, “Oh shit. Oh shit, sweetheart. I fell asleep.”
“You did,” you giggle, your calf brushing along the hairs lining his own. He groans, face pressing between your shoulder blade, hips flush against your ass and you continue, “It’s okay, though. You were tired.”
“We were…and I was…shit.” He huffs against your skin, hooking his chin over your shoulder to then brush a kiss against the plushness of your cheek. Then once more in that space beneath your ear that has you shuddering against him.
He starts a slow path along the side of your neck, laving kiss after kiss into your flesh, trailing down your shoulder. He starts to mark his way back upward, igniting every inch of you with a fresh fire when you gasp out, “We, ahh—mmm—still have a few hours before we need to leave.”
For emphasis, to really drive home your wishes in the moment, you slide your thigh up and over his, your hips moving backward to press needily against where you know he’s hard already. Those talented hands of his that strum along his guitar at the countless Corroded Coffin shows you’ve been to begin to work a slow path up your thigh, calluses tantalizing against skin. You push back harder against him, feeling his returning roll of hips against your ass, seeking out friction, craving release. But you have all morning.
You have time for the gentle slide of his fingers down the front waistband of your panties, the whine you release as his middle finger parts your center from entrance to clit, drawing out three slow circles that have you nearly begging him to fuck you right then and there. Still, he’s patient. Takes his time stroking against your center, listening as you coach him through what feels good, telling him to speed up, slow down. His other hand, not occupied with drawing out your pleasure, grips yours and slides it against the pillow nearest your head, a chuckle spilling from his lips when your head turns and you whimper into your pillow, asking him for what you need.
“What did you just say, sweetheart?” He murmurs against your bare shoulder, hissing when your hips push back into his hardened cock. “Tell me what you want.”
“Mmm—” He slides a finger inside you, drawing a slow circle, opening you around the digit before adding another. He repeats the question, low and sensuous in your ear, a purr that has your eyes pinching shut. “Want you inside me, Ed. Want you, want—”
Those fingers at your center slip from you, your chest heaving as he reaches over onto the nightstand nearest to his side of the bed and fishes out a blessed foil packet. You hear him hastily tear it open, the bed shifting and dipping in his efforts, before he’s pressing his chest back along your spine and hiking your thigh up and over his. The hand previously holding yours against the pillow above you slides back into your own, and your vision blurs out around the edges as he pushes your panties aside and drags himself through your folds from behind, catching on your clit, before slipping inside.
Your mingling hisses at the initial stretch of him turn into quiet moans as he starts to pick up his pace. He pastes sticky kiss after sticky kiss into your shoulder as that hand of his moves around to slide against your throat, shifting your head up and away from the pillow you’ve buried it within. Your eyes meet his, and between the constant roll of his hips as he moves within you, the fingers splaying across your neck, and the words he babbles into your lips about how tight you are, how good you feel, how you’re doing so good for him, it all quickly become too much.
He catches the flicker across your features, the way your sounds pick up in frequency, the rasp of your breath through your lungs. Against your lips he mutters, “Come on, sweetheart. Touch yourself for me, okay? Wanna watch you.”
And you’re quick to do as your told, palm sliding down your stomach until two fingers meet your clit, rubbing in the way you know you like, matching the frantic pace of Eddie’s hips, pulling back and then slamming into you again and again, driving you closer and closer to utter bliss.
“Oh—fuck—I’m so close, baby.” His fingers around your neck tighten, lips pressing against the corner of yours as you work yourself in tandem with him, the sound of skin slapping together muffling the cries spilling through your parted lips. “Tell me you’re close.”
You come before him, nails pressing down to etch crescents into the hand holding yours above your head, murmuring his name over and over again like a prayer as his lips claim yours once more and swallow the moan he lets out as his body jerks a few times and then stills behind you, shallow breaths puffing hot and frantic into your kiss.
When you both finally catch your breath, and you roll over and turn into him, he pulls you close to his chest and grins into your shoulder, asking, “What are you doing next weekend?”
And it’s that next weekend, at Jonathan and Nancy’s wedding, that you go as a real couple this time.
You don’t even give Max and Lucas shit for giving you a thumbs up when they think Eddie isn’t looking.
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#eddie munson x reader#Eddie munson x you#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson x female reader smut#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson fanficton#eddie munson fluff#luna’s words#lunas1kfollowercelebration🌙
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On the 29th of July, eleven years ago, f(x) released their second studio album, "Pink Tape."
Known for its experimental sound, "Pink Tape" blends various genres including electronic, dance, and pop. It features the lead single "Rum Pum Pum Pum" and is celebrated for its eclectic musical style and artistic music videos. The album received critical acclaim and is often regarded as one of the group's best works, showcasing their unique identity in the K-pop industry.
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#f(x)#Krystal#Sulli#Amber#Victoria#Luna#Krystal Jung#Choi Jin-ri#Amber Liu#Victoria Song#Park Sun-young#Chrystal Soo Jung#Amber Josephine Liu#Song Qian#Jung Soo-jung#Liu Yi-yun#Pink Tape#K-pop#Girl Groups#Youtube
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#f x#f(x)#fx#2nd gen#fx icons#fx layouts#kpop layouts#gg layouts#old kpop#messy icons#f(x) amber#f(x) krystal#f(x) victoria#f(x) luna#4 walls#amber liu#jung soojung#song qian#park soonyoung#2nd gen kpop#2016 kpop#lq f(x)
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..・ヾ(。><)シ Hot Summer
#f(x)#fx#gif#my gifs#2nd gen#f x#krystal#amber#victoria#sulli#luna#kpop gif#femaleidolsedit#femaleidol#kgoddesses#femadolsedit
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:¨ ·.· ¨: `· . ୨୧ f(x) cd plate scans
#f(x)#에프엑스#Sulli#Choi Jinri#Krystal Jung#Jung Soojung#Victoria Song#Song Qian#Park Luna#Park Sunyoung#Amber Liu#ot5#Chu~♡#NU ABO#Pinocchio#Hot Summer#Electric Shock#Pink Tape#Red Light#4 Walls#girl group#tokumusume:scan#kpop scans
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Happy 15th anniversary to f(x) ladies!!‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
#fx#f(x)#luna#amber#krystal#sulli#victoria#parksunyoung#amberliu#jungsoojung#choijnri#songqian#femaleidolsedit#femaleidol#idolady#kpopggsedit#femaleidols#femadolsnet#femadolsedit#dailyfx#fxedit#femaleidolsnet#smsource#userpcultures#popularcultures
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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔
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LUNA ♡ RED LIGHT ERA for anon
#luna#park sunyoung#f(x)#fx#femaleidolsedit#femaleidol#goldeneragirls#userdahyun#ninqztual#forvy#tw flashing#by us#by psyoungs
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͑ 𝟫𝟦% 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗈 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗶𝗺 🍃
#gg moodboard#korean#korean moodboard#kpop moodboard#f(x)#f(x) kpop#f(x) moodboard#f(x) sulli#f(x) icons#sulli#choi jinri#krystal#amber#luna#victoria#female idol#pink moodboard#sulli moodboard#sulli messy icons#sulli icons#bio#kpop gg#kpop#kpop icons#sulli layouts#sulli lq icons#aesthetic#green moodboard#garden#old kpop
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f(x) & SHINee = BESTIES 🫂 ʾ
#i'm back but not for too long#fx#f(x)#kpop icons#f(x) icons#shinee#shinee icons#fx icons#luna#park sunyoung#krystal#jung soojung#sulli#choi jinri#old shinee#victoria song#song qian#amber liu#onew#lee jinki#key#kim kibum#choi minho#taemin#jonghyun#sm entertainment#gg icons#bg icons#old f(x)
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