#girls generation.

[binglio]

faz uma capinha com música do rei tim

一 “azul da cor do mar”, capa para doação

‹ 𝒏.𝟐𝟔𝟗 ;; 𝟷𝟽.𝟶𝟸.𝟸𝟺 �� ‹ 𝒄𝒓. 𝟷 ›

Essa sugestão foi muito tranquila kkkkk Qual música eu ia usar e quem ia tá na capa, no caso a Taeyeon, eu deixei pro ChatGPT decidir mesmo. E, eu, basicamente só fui adicionando e tirando coisa até ficar assim, cheguei a colocar umas estrelas e a cogitar colocar o nome de Céu Azul, do Charlie Brown Jr. no lugar pq tava mais pro céu do que mar rs

[gailywaily69]

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[spill-the-wine]

by: midnight_mortuary - ig

[mistiiiii]

Got some titties for you to play with

source: maplemistyx

[mindsynthcreations]

[strange-aeons]

My professor told me the way I talk about dashcon is the way her generation talks about Woodstock I’m gonna go stab myself brb

[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

[bigtiddywife4fun]

[bdtre313-blog]

Brandi

[binglio]

一 “ela desatinou”, capa para doação

‹ 𝒏.𝟐𝟕𝟔 ;; 𝟸𝟻.𝟶𝟼.𝟸𝟺 › ‹ 𝒄𝒓. 𝟷 ›

Eu ia fazer um banner para divulgar a doação dessas capas que fiz com a base da capa da Yeri, mas quando coloquei um dos PNGs da Tayeon achei que daria outra capa boa. Depois disso só fui tacando umas texturas até dizer chega e finalizar com esse título que eu ia usar na da Yeri também (acabei de perceber rs).

[toonmania]

[abyssyby]

sylus has twin boys and one of them is shyer than the other :< baby one takes after his smug, charming bravado— speaks with a loud playful voice, emotes like a cute little cartoon and always ready for a spotlight. baby two is quieter, just wants to be held, hides behind papa's pant leg when he's introduced to new people and buries his face in mama's neck when he's asked for his name.

sylus is gone for forever (two days) before finally coming home. your voice is hoarse of repeating "papa's not home yet, angel," to little boys who want to play on their moving, talking, loving jungle gym of a father.

baby one runs headfirst towards him to play-fight— pulling at his hair and tugging on his ears— while sylus lifts him up, tickling him and blowing raspberries into his round cheeks.

baby two waits. he toddles after sylus only once he settles on the couch and sighs the stress of the day away. with great effort, he climbs up. sylus hears the squeaking stretch of leather, then feels the familiar weight on his side— a little ball of warmth nuzzling his cheek and shoulder to his papa's torso, squeezing himself under his arm to receive an embrace.

sylus responds quietly, bringing him closer and placing a tender kiss in his messy starlight hair. baby plays with the fabric of his expensive sweater, pulling and crumpling it in his little fists, just as mesmerized by the sensation as both are by the crackling fire.

baby one— a rocket— climbs on him too.

sylus has learned more sound effects since his sons were born, beyond your own favorite "bang!" when you poke his side. baby one's little fingers dig into his father's cheeks, as he goes, "pow!"

sylus lets out an indulgent play-dead 'eugh'— then a completely involuntary 'oof' as his son plops on his stomach before he slides to the other unoccupied arm. sylus's palm hovers over his head ever so slightly, making sure he lands safely. there, he also winds down and stares at the flames.

"pa?" baby two says, lifting his head. sylus turns to him— it still astonishes him how much of you he sees in his little angel's sleepy gaze. he carries your same wide, gentle look, now blinking slowly, dreamily.

"hm?"

"home?"

sylus hums. baby feels its steady rumble beneath his fingers. "mhm."

the baby nods slowly— only now understanding the word fully. connecting the dots between when mama says he's not and when he is. this is home. this feels like home. papa is home.

to that, he murmurs a soft m'kay and nestles his head back where it was before.

and you find them bathed in firelight, their white hair turned orange in its glow. his carbon copies, little lips parted, their chubby cheeks squished against their father's warm embrace. and your darling husband, head tilted back against the headrest, arms wound protectively around his sons.

you walk around, pressing a kiss to the crease between his brows before slipping a pillow underneath the base of his head. the photo you take of them stays as sylus's lock screen— until further notice.

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ more sylus thoughts ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

[aigirlsstars]

[topsecret132]

me 5 minutes after I said I was gonna kms

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