#backstage imagine

[heartmender]

@chaoticarchivist suggested davekat for the backstage au

that stage manager booth is getting STEAMY

[zu-is-here]

i reallllyyyy want to know more about actor ink!! Does he live in Japan? (or he was born there?)

I'm pretty sure he was born and lived there before! ☆

This is someone you can call "big in Japan" (but vice versa heh), meaning that he didn't find recognition in his home but gained fame abroad.

He might be a traditional theatre actor, but with (because of) this experience, he has a hard time in a foreign place with another rules. That's why he's quite shy and awkward, especially in publicヾ(ówò")

UPD:

"Big in Japan" is what they call Western musical groups who achieve success and are well-known in Japan but not really famous in their place and other parts of the world (*´∀｀*)

Here, we can ironically call him "small in Japan" because he never got fame as a theatre actor in his homeland, but became popular for the other part of the world as Ink Sans :D

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Pick up the pace, pack up the gear Gimme some face, a souvenir Here come the gays, here comes the fear Now we're having fun

[fisheito]

(3) remaining

[vagueconfusion]

Video taken by Katie McAllister on Facebook and posted to the Vessel Is God....Everything Sleep Token🙌🏻🎶✨ facebook group

Anyways here's II throwing lemons. For. A Reason.

[murasaki-cha]

*System rankings announcing J as the no.1 hunter*

Lee Sayoung: Hell yeah as he should you go hyung!

Lee Sayoung:

Lee Sayoung:

Lee Sayoung: .....wait wHAT-

[covertblizzard]

jaykyle au where they're theatre kids in the same school but they're not the actors jason's the scriptwriter/director and kyle is the prop manager (i don't know the official terms sorry) and they'd probably do an amazing job on the backstage setting if they could stop arguing for 5 whole seconds about their artistic visions and ideas and how "this would obviously work better this way"

[jeonqkooks]

backstage | kth (m.)

pairing: taehyung x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genre/warnings: implies that he's in a band - not necessarily idol au, established relationship; smut, it's just a short pwp drabble lol, or*l s*x (f. receiving), f*nger*ng, tae's got a dangerous mouth, c*m eating, that's it ig word count: 653 note: yeah i have no idea how this happened either. i'm just gonna leave it here and dip 😭

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

“Keep going… keep going, please… Holy fucking shit.”

You’re practically grinding against Taehyung’s face as you cry out his name. His long fingers thrust into you, rubbing your g-spot on every stroke like they’re on a mission, which you suppose they are. He loves it when you’re a mess just for him. Instant ego boost.

He loves it when you make a mess for him too.

And it’s always especially good after he wraps up a show, pumped with so much adrenaline that he has to release some of that energy and you’re the perfect person to help him out. That’s what happened tonight, just fifteen minutes ago or so. You couldn’t even make it through a simple Hey before he was taking you by the hand and dragging you to his dressing room, the one-syllable word dying in your throat while the rest of the boys groaned exasperatedly behind you. They’re used to it at this point, but that doesn’t mean they’ll ever stop teasing you.

Taehyung glances up at you, smirking proudly when he finds your features contorted in pure pleasure. His tongue joins in on the fun, finding your clit instantly as it teases the bud. The pleasure spiking makes a desperate moan fall out of your mouth, one of your hands tugging on his mop of fluffy dark hair while the other grips a nearby cushion on the couch.

Your boyfriend has a bit of an oral fixation.

“Like it?” he asks, slender fingers never relenting. He takes pride in the way the room is filled with your needy voice and the audible wetness that’s like music to his ears as he scissors you open.

“Love it,” you answer breathlessly, even though you didn’t really have to answer. He knows it all too well, knows your body better than the palm of his hand. “Don’t stop, Tae, please… I’m close…”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He sucks your clit into his mouth, then relishes in the subsequent groan as you buck your hips into his face, sounding like you’re actually about to break down in tears from how good it feels. Taehyung presses his fingers harder against the spot that makes you see stars, curling the digit repeatedly all the while his lips kiss your pussy sloppily. He hears someone knock on the door exasperatedly, but it’s quickly drowned out by your moans, getting higher-pitched by the second. Almost there.

You start to clench around him as he fucks you faster and with determination. Your walls suck his fingers in, so warm and wet that the glide is smooth, absolutely no resistance at all. He hums in approval, already thinking of all the ways he’d like to ruin you when he takes you home later.

“Tae,” you pant heavily, your brain effectively turned into mush by how his talented mouth, “I- ah, fuck, I’m gonna come, fuck-”

On either side of his head, your thighs shake as you gush into his mouth, coming with a sharp cry that makes his cock harden almost painfully in his tight leather pants. Your velvet walls convulse around his fingers as he helps you ride out your high. Taehyung happily laps up your juices, licking you until you have to push him away when you feel the onset of oversensitivity.

He crawls his way up your body, grinning like the Cheshire cat. His face is messy, lips glistening with traces of your orgasm, looking so irresistible. When you kiss him, you can taste yourself on the tip of his tongue. You love it, every single time.

“Let’s go home,” Taehyung says. “Wanna do all kinds of bad things to you.”

You nod eagerly, a teasing comment about to be whispered into his ear before you’re interrupted by Jimin on the other side of the door, talking to someone whose voice you can’t decipher.

“I don’t want to share a dressing room with him anymore.”

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 05.08.2023]

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have to be so honest with myself that i cant stop thinking about the duck team polycule

[heartmender]

hard being the favorite

[moonxpalace]

Even Power Couples need a small, private moment together before entering the grand stadium ✨💕

[5sosprincess]

[dveam]

the way dream will bring george on the stage will be by him having one of those laser pointers for george to follow, something like this:

[koheekyat]

Girlfriend priviliges

Reference:

[stellernorth]

oh god imagine being in a movie theater for the supernatural movie

[blackmagickwolf]

Sasha Waybright singing The Craving (single version) by Twenty One Pilots in highschool.

More specifically, Sasha Waybright singing and playing The Craving (single version) by Twenty One Pilots in a talent show in highschool, when she and Anne aren't really on speaking terms. When her and Marcy's last text is from 6 moths ago, and even longer the last videocall.

Seems I get in my own way The more I think, the less I say I hope I communicate the craving Now I see intentions don't mean much

I like to think that even though Sasha apologized, and Anne forgives her, sometimes among the many many troubling feelings about... well, everything, Anne just gets angry. She gets angry but feels she has no right to be because everything right now for her is almost near perfect. But she's still angry and needs to lash out at something. At someone. And what better target that the one person that has a record of hurting her (always on accident, never on purpose. But she doesn't want to think about that or she will feel even worse by lashing out), so she gets angry at Sasha, and that means a cycle of the cold shoulder and avoiding her, followed by guilt of seeing Sasha just taking it silently, to a tentative aproaching by either both of them, rinse and repetat.

Say enough, say enough Did I let her know, let her know? If I found my body in chains I'd lay down and wait And hope she looks for me

Meanwhile I think that Marcy struggles with now being actually seen. Anne and Sasha actively try to listen and be involved in Marcy's interest and the like, and while she thinks it is sweet, she also slightly resentfull for that. Why should it had to take getting zapped to another universe and the perils it comes with, for their friendship to get sort-of-healthy?. But there's also the guit. What right did she have to resent them? when she cause them so much pain by precisely sending them to Amphibia. After all, they were just kids (she was also a kid, but she was the smart one, she knew better), it's not fair to hold it against them.

She just wants to catch a wave Ride it out to the end of her days I hope that I can satiate the craving Now I see a gesture don't mean much

All through this, Sasha willingly acts as the human punching bag for Anne and Marcy. Not for any noble feelings, not entirely. This is just her unhealthy copping mechanism acting up about her feeling guilty about all of her past actions, and the frustration that she want's to help her friends, but can't/doesn't know how. So her best idea is to just endure the (metaphorical) punches. She is strengh, after all. She can take the emotional beating, right?

Say enough, say enough Did I let her know, let her know? If I found my body in chains I'd lay down and wait 'Cause it's the fear of the unknown That cripples every step we take And I just hate to put this on her But I swear that I will give more than I take away

And so the day of the talent show! it's on a friday, and Anne knows about it of course, but she's not feeling so great by that date (she's Angry) so she doesn't see nor hear anything until monday at lunch while she's pointedly ignoring a message in the "Calamity Girls" group chat from that last friday. A friend of hers from tennis tells her about the several talent acts from the show.

"yeah, a male k-pop dance group, a magician that cut someone in half (the ambulance didn't need to be called don't worry), like 4 rappers, Waybright with her ukelele, and-"

"wait wait wait, what. Sasha was on the talent show? how come I didn't know about that?" Anne interrupted her friend.

"you didn't seem interested on the talent show like, at all Anne." the friend rises her eyebrows "also, you've been kind of brooding these past few weeks, so we didn't insist on you coming with us."

At the end of the day she goes home and goes to her school's youtube channel, she knows that the talent show acts always get uploaded to the channel for promotion of the school, she just needs to look a bit from the school news and events announcements and... there!

-

Marcy can't help but keep up with her old school socials. It's a sort of comfort, to know what her old former childhood friends could be up to. An instagram post catches her attention, or more like the blonde in the picture. She taps the youtube link added on the post and it takes her to Sasha Waybright's act on the talent show. She thinks of the ignored notification on her cellphone, the one from the group chat. She presses play.

-

It is friday night and Sasha is tired. She feels many, many things really: tired, ashamed, angry, scared, sad, longing, craving craving craving-. But mostly tired, and ashamed for that fact (she is strenght, she can't be tired, she must endure-), but she also knows her therapist told her it is normal to be tired. "It is human to get tired, Sasha. I think you might forget that a lot of the times. You are human".

And so here she is. Behind stage on her school's auditorium, ukelele in hand and anxious as all hell for two different reasons. 1) She hasn't sung in public in years. She fears she has lost all practice; and the more important 2) The typed text she has yet to send to the "Calamity Girls" chat. She just needs to tap that little send button, she had the text typed since yesterday.

"hey. look I know you both have stuff going on, I truly do. but I'm scared sometimes. that the last time we talk is going to be the last time we talk. and you both mean so much to me, too much for me to just let fade away in time. So, I just wanted to say that I miss you both. whenever you want to talk, I'm here and by frog, I'm not going anywere."

Sasha stares at the text, takes a deep breath, and hits send. She doesn't know if they'll reply, she doesn't even know if they'll even see it, really. But still she puts her phone on silent and on the bottom of her backpack for good messure. The MC calls her name for her to get on the stage. She smiles, anxious and unestedy, but slightly lighter, she walks out to the stage.

"Now I see intentions don't mean much"