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bandzboy · 2 years ago
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i think it's quite inaccurate to say kpop is a genre when in reality kpop is an industry and groups do different genres of music it's especially annoying when you are looking for the genre from a kpop group and it appears "kpop" and it's truly so vague like my brother christ that tells me nothing 😭
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kalicocal · 8 months ago
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ONE FUCKING BREAK. CAN THEY NOT GET A GODDAMN SECOND TO FUCKING BREATHE?!?!?!
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eyepotheosis · 2 months ago
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the love was there. it didnt change anything and it wasnt even thematically relevant and honestly it kinda got annoying to the point where i wished for hatred and malice instead and it ruined the whole thing for me
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lotus-pear · 4 months ago
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on everyone's SOUL she's the least benched character in the entire game ‼️‼️
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soapbbox · 3 months ago
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In my heart I think tfp would fold under a single genuine compliment, and I feel like D-16 was always liberal with complements sooo
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bethsvrse · 1 year ago
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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 6 months ago
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Nightmare
KANG DAE-HO X READER
Summary- Dae-ho wakes up from a nightmare, with you being the only one by his side to calm him down.
Warnings- Mentions of PTSD, Nightmare, ECT.
A/N- Thank you, @tomgregtruther101 @errruvande @momoko-world @thethreeeyed-raven for encouraging me to write this!
Word Count- 1,223
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A low mumble awoke you from your slumber. Typically you were a heavy sleeper, but when it came to Dae-ho it was different. You could have slept through a firework show. Though, the second your beloved got up to use the bathroom- you're up with him.
It bothered the sweet man at first, he hated waking you up. After some reassurance that you didn't mind, he warmed up to the idea. This night, however, was not like many.
It was not uncommon for Dae-Ho to wake up frazzled. He would get something warm to drink from the kitchen, and lay back down. (Praying he didn't wake you). On the much more common occurrence, you would awake with him. In turn, you'd be the one making him something warm to drink, possibly something sweet to snack on. Then the two of you would cuddle until he was fast asleep.
It was honestly comforting for you as well, being able to be his anchor was flattering. He trusted you like no other.
Dae-ho was not Frazzled though, and he didn't wake up to get a beverage.
He was thrashing, hard. His legs slightly kicking, arms jumping up every few seconds. With an impossibly scrunched face, he mumbled again.
"Dae?" You whispered out. The only response you received was a hit to the side, a stray flaring hand had got you.
The mumbling quickly turned louder, now sounding like a cry or groan. It worried you beyond recognition.
"Dae-ho." You pressed a gentle hand to his shoulder. His body jerked away from it. Very uncharacteristic.
A disfigured 'no' left his lips, a struggled sob escaped. He had managed to kick the comforter off of himself, and the bed.
You were now sat on your knees, looming over him. "Dae-ho!" You firmly grabbed both of his shoulders, shaking him.
A loud gasp erupted from both of you as his eyes shot open, you had no time to make a comment. His legs pushed and kicked, separating himself from you. At that singular moment, in his fear struck mind, he didn't seem to recognize you.
He had already found himself against the headboard of the bed, his hands pressing tight against his ears. You had barely blinked in all his movement.
With gaping eyes, a pounding chest, and heavy breathing he looked at you. Almost as if you were the one who hurt him.
"It just me, Dae-ho, its just me..." You spoke as soft and low as you could. You didn't approach any closer, but put your hands up to appear less intimidating.
His eyes just darted across the room in response, body curling further. His lip quivered, face and body drenched in sweat.
"You're okay, you're safe. Dae, you're safe. It's just me... It was just a nightmare, everything is okay..."
He swallowed thick, slowly nodding his head. His gaze now stuck on yours. His scared and nerve wrecked appearance crushed you. It was opposite of the man he appears to show to everyone, only you knew of his nightmares.
"I'm going to come closer, I promise I'm here, I'm real, you're at home. Safe in bed..." You shuffled over on your knees, hands starting at his forearm.
He slightly flinched at your touch, but made no attempt to move away. Your hand caressed across his arm, going to his own hand. You tenderly unravel his tight grip on his head, tangling your fingers in his.
A large sigh left him, his head falling back in frustration. He was now back to reality, though still beat and weary. Water glossed over his eyes. He bit his lip hard, trying to fight away any tears. He thought it would make him seem less of a man to cry in front of you. You couldn't disagree more.
"I'm so sor-" His voice cracked as he tried to speak, a couple tears has managed to escape. You didn't let him finish, his face was pressed deeply into your chest within seconds. He truly didn't know what he was apologizing for, for waking you? For having a nightmare? For his frequent PTSD attacks?
You had quickly taken his frame into your arms. He would have admitted that your knees pressing into his thighs was uncomfortable, but he didn't care right now. You were with him, holding him, and loving him. That's all he cared about.
"Don't you dare apologize, you've done nothing wrong." You cradled his head tight, pressing kisses to the top of his crown.
You managed to twist the two of you around, your back now against the headboard with him in your lap. He was quiet for awhile, you simply rocked him back and forth for a little bit.
His arms found themselves wrapped around your waist. He held onto you for dear life... Almost as if you'd fade away if he let go. You heard his breathing shake every few breaths, but he was calming down.
Continuing to rock, you reached your hands up to his hair. It was half up, half down. The hair tie pulled out of his hair easily enough. You were able to considerably comb through his hair with your fingers. A simple action you knew he loved.
While one hand worked at his soft black hair, another rubbed circles on his back. "Feeling better?"
He sniffled, leaning up to look at you. He couldn't meet your eyes, almost embarrassed. His meek, "Thank you." was accompanied by a nod.
You brushed through his hair, even with him sat up. "Want to talk about it?" You never wanted to pressure him into anything he wasn't comfortable with.
"Just the typical... but you were there, you were who I was shooting... It was like you were the enemy... I just- I can't describe it.. It made no sense-." His voice shook again, so you interrupted him.
"Exactly, baby. It was a nightmare that will never happen... Because I know you would never hurt me, that you would do anything to protect me?" Your tone implied a question.
He nodded furiously, now making direct eye contact. There wasn't a phrase he agreed more with. He looked at you like a loyal puppy.
"See? It was your sweet little mind playing mean tricks on you..." You rested a flat palm to his cheek. Taking in how handsome he looked in the moonlight.
He puffed, now more light hearted, and fell back onto your chest.
"I promise I will keep you safe from all the nightmares and mind games." He was frustrated at your words.
"But that's supposed to be my job..." He said, face conveniently still upon your breast.
You smiled warmly, "Yes, it is. And you fulfill it perfectly. I couldn't be happier. But, you must let me take care of you as well..."
He didn't respond, his internal monologue had a million points to argue back. But he didn't. He embasked in the moment, squeezing you tight again.
You took the silent request, resuming your back rubbing and head scratching.
From experience, you knew he would not fall asleep any time soon. That you'd probably fall asleep before him, no matter how hard you tried to stay up. All you could do for now was whisper how much you love him, play with his hair, and hum silly melodies.
And he was content with that.
A/N- Okay, so erm. I feel like it was rushed (it was), but I also feel that way about all my works. So... Please let me know how I can improve. Also this is my first time writing something like this, so I hope it wasn't terrible. XOXOXOX LOVE YALL
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kokodrawings · 2 months ago
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It's ok, Minato asked for permission first
#naruto fanart#naruto#naruto uzumaki#uzumaki naruto#fukasaku#I know the headcanon that Minato got the “flee on sight” order because he killed a thousand iwa nin (in the anime) is super popular#but I always thought it was more likely that he got that order on him because anyone he touched became a security risk#I know in my heart Minato learnt how to teleport bijudamas by using the Hiraishin and sending them to Iwa#Minato put a finger on you? good luck#now if you ever put a foot in your village it can and will get nuked :)#or in the best-case scenario he will simply appear in the middle of your camp and murder all of you#I also like the idea of Minato putting a kunai in the middle of one of the oil ponds in Mount Myoboku#and use the Hiraishin to send his enemies there#puff now you're a toad statue#ahh so many possibilities...#Kishi missed making Minato a true nightmare in the 4th war *sigh*#I understand though. A clever Minato with the Hiraishin would be too OP#they had to dumb him down. Cowards all of them *sigh again*#my hate for that arc knows no bounds#but it's ok it's ok I got your back Minato <3#also updating the tags a day later because I totally forgot to talk about the drawing itself lol#but I think it’s actually extremely weird that supposedly so many people turned to stone while training with the toads#the scroll Naruto signed only had 5 names on it despite being passed down for generations#and even if there were more scrolls around or people simply went to Mt Myoboku to train in senjutsu#I don't think the toads would let them turn into statues???#they clearly care about their students and go through great lengths so Jiraiya DOESN'T turn to stone while using SM#so there being so many statues around of people failing SM training never made much sense to me#so I decided Minato (during the 3rd war) was the one responsible for that#he deserves it ✨
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tyquu · 9 months ago
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Friend mentioned a while back that Lothali people might be descended from Loth cats cause of Ezra’s Sharp teeth and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. Hera clocks this when she has to de-flea him the first week he’s aboard the ghost and Zeb’s fellow cat brain is going nuts
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spinzakuschicc · 1 month ago
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roadtrip
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astraeajackson · 4 months ago
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SO BECKY WAS LIKE:
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BUT THEN...
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THEY MATCH EACH OTHER'S FREAK SO PERFECTLY LIKE I CAN'T THEY'RE SOOO CUTE
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isopodcowboy · 1 year ago
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Elias is the type of person to respond "I see" to everyone all the time during season one and before just for the shits and giggles.
"Elias the printer ran out of ink."
"Ah, I see. I'll have that sorted."
"There's a bunch of fucked up worms outside"
"Hm I see, how odd."
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aratribow · 4 months ago
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I can't believe this bitch took me WEEKS but here we are /sigh
Um yuri casphaidei for the win 🏆
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lotus-pear · 1 year ago
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can't stand them
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lunrsys · 4 months ago
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pubby
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drpepperwhoree · 4 months ago
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soaaappyyy
(reblogs appreciated)
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