#Purple Agitator

[senorboombastic]

What’s On Michael Portillo’s iPod: Dragnet

Here at Birthday Cake For Breakfast, we like to get to the heart of what an artist is all about. We feel that what influences them is just as important as the music they make. With that in mind, off the back of releasing their new album ‘The Accession‘, Jack Cherry of Aussie outfit Dragnet talks us through what influenced the record. Take it away, Jack… Words: Andy Hughes The Fall album…

[sysig]

Can I request a pokemon drawing? Was thinking mewtwo but idk whoever whatever!

Day 11 - Quiet pls

[not-a-month-107]

SO- A glitch in time, huh?

wild and crazy- I wanted to throw my hat in the newly made ring that is Dan designs- actually, what do we call him now? Here’s this doodle while I go insane elsewhere

[dosieslesbian]

ENDING FAIRIES - AGIT

PURPLE KISS (23.05.23)

[kpopmultifan]

Purple Kiss has released the performance video for “agit,” a track from their 5th mini-album “Cabin Fever.”  

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[chosok-amo]

gojo about to purple geto because he accidentally slaps you + satosugu

the argument had been brewing for a while, the heat of it finally spilling over into the living room. you and geto stood toe to toe, voices raised in frustration, the specifics of the fight lost in a haze of exhaustion and irritation. you could barely remember how it all started, but the stakes felt incredibly high. the fatigue from long hours at work and the relentless pressure from the higher-ups amplified everything, turning a minor disagreement into a full-blown shouting match.

“how can you not see my point?” you yelled, your hands gesturing wildly, every word dripping with frustration. you could feel your heart racing, the adrenaline fueling your anger. geto mirrored your intensity, his brow furrowing as he shot back, “because you’re being unreasonable! it’s not that complicated!”

gojo stood a few steps away, his face a mixture of concern and frustration. “you guys, come on! this is getting out of hand!” he interjected, trying to find a way to defuse the tension that was palpable in the air. but you were too consumed by the heat of the moment to heed his words.

“i can’t believe you’d even think that! you always dismiss my feelings!” you continued, stepping closer to geto, the space between you shrinking with every heated word. his agitation was evident as he ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that typically signaled his growing frustration.

but the distance between you and him was too close. as he swept his hand back, the back of his hand accidentally caught your cheek with a sharp, unintended slap. the sound echoed in the room, slicing through the heated atmosphere like a knife.

instantly, everything fell silent. the only sound was the faint rustle of your clothing and the rapid thump of your heart. you stood frozen, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over you. your eyes widened, darting between geto and gojo, your mind struggling to process what had just happened.

“what the hell just happened?” you thought, your hand instinctively reaching up to cradle your cheek, feeling the barely-sting radiate beneath your fingers. the look on geto’s face shifted from anger to confusion, and then to horror as the reality of what he’d done sank in.

“oh my god, baby, i didn’t mean to—” he stammered, his voice cracking as panic surged in his eyes. he took a step back, the shock making him momentarily freeze. “i’m so sorry! i thought you were stepping back, i—”

but before he could finish, gojo reacted instinctively. with a swift motion, he pushed geto hard, anger flaring in his usually calm demeanor. “what the fuck, suguru?” he barked, his voice thunderous and echoing around the room. the sudden aggression caught geto off guard, his heart racing at the sheer intensity of the moment.

geto stumbled back, surprise flashing across his features as gojo positioned himself firmly between you and geto, shielding you from the fallout of the chaotic scene, his arm holding you. “you can’t just lose control like that!” gojo continued, his eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness.

“what are you doing?” geto snapped, his tone defensive and eyes flashing. he shot a glance at you, concern etched on his features. you flinched as his gaze flickered with something you couldn't quite decipher—perhaps regret, or guilt.

gojo’s gaze hardened, anger simmering beneath the surface. “take a step back, suguru,” he said through gritted teeth, positioning himself protectively in front of you, refusing to budge even an inch.

but geto, undeterred, took another step forward, desperate to bridge the gap between you. “please, satoru, i need to talk to her,” he insisted, his voice a mixture of frustration and urgency. you could sense his longing to reach out, to apologize and mend the rift, but gojo remained firm, taking a step back with you in his arm, keeping you safely shielded behind him.

“i said take a fucking step back!” gojo roared, the intensity of his voice reverberating in the room. his finger raised, making a gesture that signaled he was ready to unleash his technique at a moment’s notice—forefinger and middle touching his thumb, the familiar stance of him preparing to manifest his cursed energy.

geto’s eyes widened, recognizing the threat. he knew that gojo wasn’t bluffing, and the last thing he wanted was for you to be caught in the crossfire. with reluctant but determined eyes, he retreated a few steps back, lifting his hands in surrender.

the atmosphere thickened with tension, and you felt a pulse of fear as the situation escalated. you could see the flicker of uncertainty in geto's eyes, mingled with anger and a desperate need for reconciliation. “satoru,” you said, instinctively stepping forward despite gojo’s hold on you, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and urgency.

“please,” you whisper, holding his hand, arguing him to lose his hand down.

gojo’s gaze softened as he turned to look at you, the intensity of the moment tempered by the sincerity in your voice and the gentle touch of your hand. he hesitated for a moment, looking from you to geto, then back to you. the fire in his eyes began to dim, the concern for you taking precedence over the simmering anger. he released his grip on his cursed technique, the tension in the room easing slightly as the purple light flickered and faded.

you looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading, whispering, “it’s okay, it’s okay, baby,” as you caressed his chest, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his usual uniform. the warmth of his body against your palm grounded you, a reminder that despite the chaos, you were all in this together.

gojo let out a deep breath, the weight of his anger and fear settling, the anger replaced with a newfound understanding. he nodded, realizing the consequences of his actions. he wrapped his arm around you, his embrace providing a sense of security.

“baby, i’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with guilt. “i didn’t mean to escalate. i just... i couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

you gave a small nod, whispering, “it’s okay. i’m okay,” your voice soft and steady as you reach up to cup his cheek, letting your thumb gently brush against his skin. “suguru didn’t hurt me, not really. i didn’t even feel anything.”

his expression softened as he looked into your eyes, relief blending with the lingering guilt. but you couldn’t help feeling a strange warmth in your chest, a kind of happiness that went beyond the moment. it was comforting, in its own way, to see just how deeply gojo cared, how instinctively he had stepped up to protect you without a second thought, even to the point of using his technique against geto for accidentally hurting you.

as you held his face in your hands, his gaze remained steady, vulnerable in a way that you rarely saw. he leaned slightly into your touch, his hand resting over yours. “i... didn’t realize just how scared i was until now,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek one last time. “i know. but i’m here, and i’m safe.”

the tension in gojo’s face eased, and he nodded, a soft sigh escaping his lips. he leaned into your touch, a warm reassurance. “i know. thank you. it’s... it’s a relief—”

you both turned to see geto standing there. he had remained quiet, his gaze fixed on you, his expression hard to read. there was something in his eyes—a mix of unease and sadness. he took a hesitant step forward, and gojo’s body stiffened, ready to step in if needed.

geto noticed, his hand raising in a gentle, pleading gesture, his voice soft and edged with desperation. “i’m not... i’m not going to do anything. please...” he swallowed, pain etched into every word. “i just want to apologize.”

you watched as geto’s usually confident demeanor cracked, his heart breaking over the fact that things had escalated this far. hurting you was something he couldn’t even fathom, a thought that made his chest tighten painfully. he took another careful step closer, watching gojo’s guarded expression, his movements slow and deliberate, determined not to set off any further tension.

when he was finally close enough, geto hesitantly reached out, his fingers hovering over your cheek where he had accidentally brushed you. his hand trembled slightly, and when you didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch, he allowed his fingertips to make contact, gently tracing the spot as if he could somehow erase what had happened.

your eyes met his, steady and calm, and in that moment, he saw it—that you weren’t afraid of him, that you understood. the hint of relief in his eyes was unmistakable, a fragile glimmer that softened the hurt. “i’m so sorry, baby, i’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered, voice breaking as he run his thumb over your skin. “it was a mistake... i never wanted... i would never—”

you reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, grounding him in the same way you had gojo, silently reassuring him. “i know, suguru. i know it was an accident.”

the tension in gojo’s body eased as he watched the exchange. he had been on high alert, ready to step in at any moment, but the sincerity in geto’s voice and the way you grasped his hand softened his stance. he let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing. he was still cautious, but he could see the remorse and the genuine love in geto’s eyes, and he knew—he knew with all his heart—that you were safe.

he doesn’t take a step back, refuse to give you and geto some space, a silent reassurance that he is there if things went south once again. his fingertips bent your skin just a little, a reassurance.

you watched the subtle shift in gojo’s stance, how he leaned in towards you a little more, as if the tension in the room had created a magnetic pull between you and him. but you could see that he was trying to respect geto’s space, too, standing just close enough to stay in the eye of the storm but not quite in the center. it was a delicate balance, and he was walking it carefully, aware of the tension that still hung in the air.

your gaze went from gojo to geto and back, your hand still gently grasping geto’s in a gesture of reassurance.

geto’s eyes flickered to your cheek once more, and the guilt was evident in every line of his face. his voice was a low, broken murmur as he apologized again, his gaze fixated on the spot where his hand had accidentally grazed your skin. “i... i didn’t mean to... i was just trying to—”

he swallowed, unable to meet your gaze for a moment, his shoulders slumping as he finally admitted, “i just wanted to run my hand through my hair. it was an accident, i swear.” his hand hovered near your cheek, then hesitated. “i never wanted to hurt you. i’d never—” his voice faltered, a mix of pain and regret filling his eyes as he looked at you.

you squeezed his hand gently, grounding him, your expression softening as you saw just how deeply this had affected him. “i know, suguru,” you whispered, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand. “you’d never hurt me on purpose. i didn’t even feel it.”

relief flashed across his face, a tentative hope that maybe, somehow, he could let go of the guilt that was weighing him down. for a moment, his fingers brushed lightly against your cheek, almost as if to assure himself that he hadn’t left a mark. and when he didn’t find one, he exhaled, his hand falling back to his side, but the gratitude in his gaze remained as he looked at you, his silent apology shining in his eyes.

the atmosphere in the room shifted as geto’s explanation revealed the simple, unintended action behind the incident. gojo felt a twinge of discomfort at the realization that he had allowed the moment to spiral out of control, driven by his own fear and protectiveness. his eyes flitted between you and geto, a mix of relief and embarrassment settling in his features.

“so... so it was just a mistake then?” he asked, his tone laced with newfound understanding. his gaze was gentle as he looked at geto, a silent apology shimmering within his intense sky-blue orbs.

geto nodded, his expression a mixture of remorse and relief. “yeah, just a mistake,” he confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper. “i... i would never mean to hurt her, either of you. it just... it happened so fast.”

his eyes flickered to your cheek once more, as if he were searching for any sign of the unintentional harm he had caused. it was clear that he was struggling with the gravity of the situation, the fear of losing the one he cared about haunting him. but the reassurance in your eyes, the understanding, was evident.

gojo’s gaze lingered on geto, his usual easy-going demeanor replaced with an edge of caution. he studied him carefully, his piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly, as if gauging whether to trust geto’s words or stay on guard. the silence felt thick, stretching between the three of you, every breath weighted.

after a moment, gojo let out a long, deep sigh, tension slowly melting from his shoulders. he gave a reluctant nod, his voice low and serious. “if you ever actually hurt her,” he muttered, a hint of steel in his tone, “i’d be the first to kill you, suguru, i’m not playing.”

the threat was spoken in that familiar, almost casual way gojo had of handling serious moments, but you could tell he meant every word. yet, despite the words, he softened his gaze, the lingering tension easing as he finally dropped the guarded look. there was an unspoken understanding there, a recognition of how much you all meant to each other.

“but i know it was an accident,” gojo added, finally relenting, as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “just... let’s all be careful next time.” he gave you a faint smile, a silent promise that he’d always be there, ready to protect, no matter what.

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

You decide to sleep on the couch after an argument pt.2

pt1 here

love and deepspace

characters: Rafayel, Xavier

Rafayel

Stubborn, petty, and a total brat are the words that perfectly describe Rafayel during arguments. It doesn’t help that you’re as stubborn as he is, but most of the time you manage to find the middle ground. Except tonight. Tonight is the night you got fed up with his attitude and the argument it caused was just awful. For an hour, both of you argued something so stupid but he wasn’t backing down and at this point, it was getting so tiring you just wanted to put an end to this.

“You know what” You throw your hands in the air “I’m done. I’m going to sleep”

Rafayel scoffed muttering something about you running away from an argument under his breath. However, his face dropped when he saw you entering the living room with a pillow and a blanket. He rushed to you with such an offended look.

“Excuse me?”

“What?” You barked at him.

“Wha- seriously? what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Child’s tantrum, honestly”

You stopped making the bed on the couch and just looked at him unimpressed. The gesture made Rafayel scoff once again and retreat from you.

“You want to be petty? be my guest. I’m going to sleep in our room, in our bed”

With that, he left you and slammed his door on his way.

“Such a child” you mutter and lay down on the couch, too agitated to sleep, replaying the argument in your mind over and over. You both said horrible things to each other and you wanted to run to him and apologize, but what hurt more than an argument is how he left you here and he, himself, went to sleep. After hours of beating yourself up for tonight’s events, you finally fell asleep not knowing Rafayel was staring at the ceiling of the bedroom feeling just as guilty if not more. Also, he hates to admit it, but he cannot sleep without you, so with a defeated sigh he made a decision.

Sunlight stirs you awake in the morning. Your neck is sore from an uncomfortable position on the couch. With a groan, you turn around and open your eyes to be startled by a purple ball right into your face. Blinking, to adjust your eyesight you realise it’s Rafayel’s head. He’s sitting on the floor with his back leaning on the couch and a blanket around his shoulders.

“You have to be kidding me” you mutter with disbelief “Rafayel”

He groaned and rubbed his eyes as he opened them.

“Oh, hi”

You just look at him dumbfounded before bursting out laughing.

“Shut up, will you?” He grumbled.

“Oh my god, you’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He stayed silent and got up from the floor, with you following his suit.

“To what? to admit you were right? kind of… I mean you were wrong in some aspects… okay, fine you were right… and what else? to admit I couldn’t sleep without you?” He avoided your eyes and you couldn’t miss the blush spreading on his cheeks “Because I couldn’t… sleep without you, I mean”

You pinch his cheek before kissing him making his already red face even more red.

“I’m sorry too”

He quickly regained his composure walking past you.

“Yeah, yeah… c’mon let’s make breakfast”

And you follow him with a chuckle.

Xavier

You have to try really hard to have an argument with Xavier. Both of you are in perfect sync and hardly ever disagree with each other. Therefore, arguments are rare. But not nonexistent. Take tonight, for example. Xavier doesn’t need shouting and screaming to get his point through. His face devoid of any expression and cold voice make good enough job. You, on the other hand, feel like you’re on fire, and his calm nature, reassuring other times, only fuels your fire. Finally, you make the decision that you don’t want to spend any more time with him tonight… or until you calm down. So you take your blanket and set up a makeshift bed on the couch.

Xavier doesn’t pay you any mind. He didn’t even notice you reentering the living room as he started playing his video game to unwind from the previous argument. An hour passes, then another. At last, he’s had enough and turned off the video game you’ve been cursing in your mind past hour. He expects you to be asleep in your room so imagine his confusion when he sees you on the couch, still not asleep. Xavier then shrugs before going to the bedroom and coming back with his pajamas on.

“Move” he says when he walks up to you.

You turn to him.

“What?”

“Move, I’m sleepy”

“Then go to sleep”

“I’m trying to, but you won’t move” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. After a moment of hesitation, you move to make room for him. He silently slides under the blanket and since the couch is too small for both of you, he positions you in a way that you’re lying on top of him.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I couldn’t sleep”

His hand started to caress the back of your head.

“Because you’re mad at me?”

“Because I’m mad at you”

A sigh escapes his lips.

“I didn’t mean… whatever I said. I don’t know, I don’t even remember what I said”

That made you giggle.

“Neither do I. But I’m sorry… for what I said”

“Yeah, me too”

You both stay silent after that. His hand stops caressing you after a while.

“We can go to bed if you want to”

You suggest but a soft snore Xavier releases lets you know that it won’t happen, so you just accept your fate.

[somegirlsfromk]

PURPLE KISS "AGIT" - THE SHOW - (SPECIAL 800 JOURS)

Pour commencer à fêter les 800 jours d’existence du groupe, PURPLE KISS passe par THE SHOW pour chanter “AGIT”. See you.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny- pt. 10

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9]

“This you?”

Danny glanced at the stone tablet in Spoiler’s hands and groaned, Phantom form flickering with embarrassment as his face got even more neon green. It was indeed him.

——

The first Atlantean and Ghost King encounter went something like this:

Imagine Danny, sleep deprived. Easy enough. Now, imagine Danny, trying to corral a ghost that had a penchant for sea life.

“Alabastor, I swear to Ancients, if you don’t get back here, I’m gonna make you into ghost sea-food boil!” Danny yelled as he chased Alabastor through the ghost zone. The crustacean shaped ghost cackled, skittering along the Zone.

"Make me, Phantom! You have not seen the might of the sea!"

"That's it, soup-time, crabby!"

Danny dove after Alabastor, chasing him face first into a temporal portal and right into the sea.

"BEHOLD!" Alabastor rumbled, claws raised and sea churning around him. Danny flew at him, noticing the screaming people below. He quickly raised a dome of clear ice to protect their entire city before returning his attention back to the giant crustacean. The distraction cost him, as Alabastor blasted him with a beam of his power. "THE MIGHT OF THE SEA!"

"SOUP!" Danny bellowed back, Alabastor's power forcing him into a giant crab form, aside from, hilariously, his head. Danny, always quick to adapt, slammed a massive claw straight into one of Alabastor's eyes and popped open the Fenton Thermos with a feral grin. In but moments, Danny manages to soup Alabastor but not before slamming him down onto the unbreakable ice Danny had just made.

Carefully turning by skittering sideways, he unmelted his ice.

"Sorry about that," he said sheepishly to the gawking civilians below.

"Suh-ree? What is suh-ree?" A brave woman asked.

"Oh," Danny uttered as he realized that he should probably switch languages. His giant crab body and small itty bitty human head swayed in an unsure motion. "Sorry means "my apologies." I had not meant to involve you. I am Phantom."

"It is alright... thank you for protecting us... God Phantom?"

He grimaced. "Not a god."

"King, then." She stepped forward. "May I ask of the ice?"

——

Spoiler, sensing weakness like the Riddler to a riddle, leaned in. "Did you know they have a traditional dance to honor the god that gave them the unbreakable ice that protects Atlantis to this day? It goes like this," Spoiler stepped back and did the dance, complete with exaggerated arm movements and, embarrassingly, the scuttle walk Crab!Danny was forced to learn with his new crab form.

"We shall never speak of this again," Danny huffed.

"But King Phantom, the God of Eternal Ice and Protection, how could we not celebrate your iciness?" Spoiler simpered, Black Bat not too far away and shaking with laughter. The purple donning vigilante did the scuttle dance once more, picking up bottles as she went a small circle around one of Bludhaven's rock beaches.

Danny scowled and plucked the tablet away from her, hair flowing an a more agitated direction. His jumpsuit burned brighter. "Why are you two menaces in Bludhaven? I thought your territory was in Gotham."

"Nightwing asked for back up and we were in the area." Spoiler, blessedly, stopped the walk to answer him. "By the way, are you and Danny dating?"

"Pardon?" He asked, insulted but highly amused.

"Oh, you know, he has your number, and you only ever talk to him outside of us, and how you guys have a high level of communication." Spoiler said leadingly.

Oh, Danny knew what this was about now. He found out their identities and now these two are interrogating him because he liked them best. They thought they were so clever. Well, they clearly haven't gotten to know Danny at all if they thought he was going to make good decisions.

Danny tilted his head, making sure his face gets as eerie as possible, shadows elongating and eyes burning just that much brighter. The neon green of his face shone even brighter against the suddenly dark landscape of the place. Black Bat stood up, laughter seizing immediately. Spoiler tensed.

"I have a riddle for you. You are good at those, are you not?"

Spoiler blinked but gamely said, "Bring it."

"What do these things have in common? An arguing couple, papers on a stranger's desk, and Star City's robbers."

"..." Spoiler slipped into her solving mode. "Stolen goods. Stolen hearts?" She guessed.

"No. The answer is that they're all none of your business," Danny snarled. His form flickered. "Keep your questing away from Danny- Daniel, vigilante. Your duty is to protect your city and help her," Danny swept an arm out. "Stick to that instead of inserting yourself into places you are not wanted."

Then, with a toss of an ecto-crossed recorder that held the verbal report he'd promised Nightwing towards Black Bat, Danny blinked out of the visible spectrum and flew above the two.

"... Shit, I think I pissed him off."

Black Bat nodded. "He was defensive."

"Yeah... did you hear that slip? Oh, they are so dating."

Danny grinned. He couldn't wait for Tim to interrogate him soon.

——

"You're kidding."

Danny shook his head, maniacal grin still on his face hours later. He'd taken the liberty to call his best friends before classes started for the day.

Tucker groaned. "Danny, I can't believe you're messing with Batman. Why are you like this."

"Look, I need your help."

"Oh no, keep me out of your dumbass plans, Fenton," Sam pointed at him through the screen, immaculately painted black nails threatening.

"Okay, if you go along with my plan, I'll give you Dr. Isley's number."

"Deal," Sam said immediately, changing her tune at a drop of a hat. Or, at a drop of a number.

"What about me?" Tucker asked, offended. "I deserve compensation for my work too, dammit!"

"I'll give you Tim Drake's number and persuade him to let you have a crack at Wayne Industry's tech basement."

"Deal, what are we doing?"

Danny's grin spread even wider. "We're dating. And, you two? You're Phantom's exes. Tucker, you say good stuff about me. Sam? You make up terrible things about me. But we're all dating each other and I'm dating Phantom on the side."

"I hate you," Sam deadpanned. "But fine, it's not that hard. I've got tons of embarrassing stories about Phantom. You better get me that number, Danny, because you know Dr. Isley was my gay awakening."

"For Tim Drake, I'd be willing to puff up your ego." Tucker said solemnly.

"Perfect. I'm cleaning his brother of ectoplasm today. so expect a call later! Love you guys!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, boyfriend." Sam clicked off the call.

"Think Tim Drake would be interested in a date?" Tucker asked Danny.

"Nah, I think he's got his heart on Benard."

"Damn," Tucker sighed. "Guess I'll have to mend my broken heart with the tools of a state-of-the-art lab, right, Danny?"

"Yep, see ya!" Danny hung up. Today was going to be a good day.

[herbertlangethings]

퍼플키스(PURPLE KISS) '아지트 (agit)' Performance Video

more than only cute, incredible and fantastic, our unbelievabel girls here, style and performance, power and dress, look and outfit, perfect, please support them more !!!!!!!!!!

[sysig]

Evil Alignments, Aces Wild (Patreon)

Classic Sona, Aces Tired (lol)

Hugs are nice ♥

Don’t tell me what to do >:0

Okay fine

[Doubt]

At least there’s a wakefulness period after the fact

[skybluelatte]

PURPLE KISS - agit (Performance Video)

[dosieslesbian]

GOEUN

AGIT (23.05.23)

[the-strange-world]

Kpop song rec.