#gyaldem

[velvetstreets]

Nah fuck that get him on that app for erotica audiobooks like Thomas Doherty

HE DID EROTICA AUDIOBOOKS?????

Ngl seems more like Jack’s speed tbh, I think he’d love it

[inflammatory]

Its really sad that im never gonna get as many bitches as I did in all girls primary secondary school where I was basically the only gnc looking for miles and the other gay children were really deprived

[vhstown]

super short london slang guide !!

i haven't got a scooby doo about cockney so this is mainly gonna be mle and like the way 14 year old secondary school boys talk oookay let's go (just so yk i am a londonder!!!!!)

direct things to call people (or avoid calling people)

bruv, blud, man, mate, fam (can use in replacement of a pronoun like he, she, you and i or for emphasis — "man's got a meeting, bruv!")

more on "man" it can be used in plural too — "us man" or "them man" or "you man"

my g, my guy (for referring someone you are friendly/friends with)

bossman (something you'd call a shop or business owner — "aye bossman get me the 3 wings and chips yeah")

big man (usually used in a sarcastic friendly but kind of demeaning way, the older cousin of "big guy" — "oi big man what you sayin' cuz?"

i wasnt going to put these here cause of personal preference but 😭 people are gonna use them anyway so i might as well tell you what they mean:

peng (adjective cute/pretty — "her? she's peng!")

leng (adjective hot/sexy — "rah, he's leng you know?)

nouns

ting (usually to refer to a girlfriend but can also just mean "thing"... or a knife? — "don't chat to my ting fam!")

grim (very outdated word for a promiscuous woman — "she's a grim bruv!")

skeng (gun)

shank, spinner (knife)

paper, Ps, pronounced "peas" (money)

ends (neighbourhood, area — "if i catch you in my ends yeah")

mandem (group of friends — "having a laugh at the pub with the mandem" aha)

gyaldem (group of women / female friends)

ganja (weed)

blem (cigarette)

pagan/paigon (snitch or untrustworthy person, not a super common you might wanna use "snake" or "snitch" instead)

wasteman (someone who's useless, a lowlife)

pussio/pussyo (pussy, coward)

other common words and phrases

wagwan, or "wag1" in text (what's up, what's going on)

bare (a lot — "i got bare problems with him!")

gassed (prideful, full of yourself — "im actually so gassed, man got promoted"

"and that" (instead of "and stuff" — "i got links and that")

"allow it" (let something slide — "i forgot my wallet allow it bossman")

safe (like "alright cool", or as a bye — "aight safe")

"pattern up" (fix up, get it together)

hard, tight (cool, good, though "hard" is also used in an offensive way — "bro thinks he's hard, pussio")

blam (to get shot, not actually very common to hear in my experience)

sheffed (up), shanked (to get stabbed)

ahlie (used as an interjection when in agreement with something, similar to phrase "am i lying?")

non-mle specific words i hear sometimes

thick (dumb, stupid)

clapped/tapped (ugly, weird, unattractive)

merk/murk (kill, beat up)

slag, sket (slut)

chav (used to refer to someone of the low social status, associated with violent or rude behaviour)

taking the mick, taking the piss (being annoying)

mad (means crazy obviously but people use it a lot, can have positive and negative connotations — "that's mad!")

nonce (literally means pedophile / sex offender, do what you will with it 😭)

dickhead, bellend (similar to douchebag)

wanker (used towards someone you dislike, or in a joking way)

geezer (usually to refer to an old man)

also!!!

depending on which communities are predominant in the area, words from other languages can come in / have come in

some words are common with US slang too because they share origins 😁 ain't that cool

there's a lot of influence from jamaican patois due to the history of british jamaicans in london for ex in words like "ting" or "mandem" or "wagwan" (hence why mle is sometimes referred to as "jafrican") and its not strange to hear "bomboclaat" or "bloodclaat" here either

in communities where there's muslims and arabs (especially in east london) you might hear arabic terms like "wallahi", "khalas" or "astagfirullah" (though people debate whether that's cultural appropriation or not)

south asians have also had an influence with words like "gora" or "ganja" though again this is largely area based and the impact of hinglish is also found a lot outside of london

some people have a mix of different dialects! i mainly alternate between mle and estuary (sometimes yorkshire don't ask it is very easy to pick up...)

you're not gonna hear every single word here all the time the usage varies throughout london. the way north and west londoners speak can be v different for example

uhhhh if you wanna learn properly just listen to some grime or sutn . listen to londoners speak!

for some more resources in-depth PLEASE check out these guides made by other british people ! (one and two)

ok that's it bye bye british ppl & londoners feel free to add on! it is midnight rn so ive probably missed stuff lol... dms are open in case you've got any questions or want any help :p

[teewritessmth]

#Instagram Au (18)

(Chunkz x f! reader)

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y/n.y/l/n loved the game man 😔❤

chunkz my girl ❤❤

--- yungfilly raahhhh

ajshabeel first person to post a ticket on social media ong

--- y/n.y/l/n shut yo rat ass 😭😭

--- ajshabeel ur hairline worse than Kenny's 💀

--- kingkennytv yeah jokes man

ksi 💪❤

--- ynfan I am convinced he likes her.

--- drinkuprimeu with a full stop as well.

--- jose nah like he's always liking and commenting

--- ksiclips you retards when u realise platonic relationships exist : 😬😬

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y/n.y/l/n out with the girlies (and boyies)

hudabeauty oh babe ❤

lOv3maria 😭❤❤

chunkz y'all know the mandem and the gyaldem together now

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chunkz 1 : Got cooking lessons 2: Aftermath 3: Me now

deji man is WHIPPED for his girl

--- ajshabeel very poor choice of words

--- kingkennytv that too in February dawg

nikoomilana lil reng sayeed is also in this post guys, show him some love

--- ndlqz omg hey niko 👁️👄👁️

--- blublu @ndlqz not u again 😭😭

--- btsqd @ndlqz biggest niko fan confirmed ✅

[slimane29k]

GYALDEM SUGA

[vampirevatican]

His Song

“strumming my pain. singing my life. killing me softly with his song.” she sings, and notices your anxious look. “oh! no need to worry, this is a joyous story.”

pairing - hobie brown x black! fem reader

genre/tags - tooth-rotting fluff, lovers, flashback, vauge angst/cute comfort, have been dating for awhile like he's moved into your house

summary - hobie comes home to find you making something in the kitchen and the sound of music, knowing the song he decides to check in on you and you can't help but remember the first time you met and how you fell for him.

notes - 975 words. literally 3 ppl found this idea very cute, so i deliver. tooth rotting fluff, vauge issues so you can input whatever and yes you do know he's a spider person in this one. food lacks description and so does the angst because if it didnt this would be longer and out by 2 years and 5 business days.

The speaker was playing an instrumental of killing me softly by the fugees as you started up on dinner. Knowing Hobie would be swinging back home after a long day of freedom fighting, anarchy and some rescues. You and him had been dating for up to two years now, of course within the first few months he came clean about his secret identity. As you vocalized with the song and started to sing your mind started to recall how you met him.

You didn't really know him back then, he was just some cute guy in a band that would play shows here and there. From friends you heard that he played guitar really good, that his band wasn't bad. Some friends had pulled you out one night to see one of his shows and you only agreed because it was close enough to home and needed to get out for a bit anyways. Your girls told you it'd be a small joint, a dive bar, and you almost backed out before one of them reassured you that it wasn't bad. Since they were going to dress up and slightly go all out, you decided to as well. Doing your hair up in bantu knots; leaving two sections out as twists, make-up, accessories, if it was a night out with the girls you were bound to go above and beyond. Going down some stone steps you walked into the bar and was met with neon lights, a couple of tables and a bar that was off to the side. It definitely wasn't that bad, the vibes in the bar were relaxed and inviting. Taking a seat off in the corner near the stage with your group; while one of them went to get drinks, that's when he spotted you.

That night while he was prepping on stage he had noticed a new face in the crowd. Hobie had to pull his eyes away from you and focus on tuning his guitar or else he'd be watching you all night. When he played though, it wasn't an issue to just play the strings and watch you endlessly. With each song it looked like you were in a trance, both of you locked in a staring contest. He wasn't sure what it was that had you watching him just as an intensely as he was looking at you, but he didn't mind it. After his set he had chatted you up, with acceptance from your 'gyaldem' of course, and enjoyed seeing you at each event he played after that. Now he lives in your apartment, and everytime he comes back it felt like home.

Hobie unlocked the door with his spare key and heard you singing. Picking up on the lyrics and beat he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. He took a seat on one of the bar stools and rested his arms on the island that was connected to the wall. Looking through the kitchen window, watching you sway and sing. Your back was turned to him and he decided to either wait for you to turn or just surprise you. Turns out he'd do the later as the song neared it's bridge, cuing himself in. "Ayo, leng," He saw you whip around to see him and that smile made his day, "take it to the bridge."

You had grinned after he cued you back to singing and belted out the start. Continuing with wrapping up preparations for dinner, you placed plates on the island and finished the bridge still cheesing at him. He interrupts you with a kiss and you laugh, kissing him back.

Turning down the music, you both start to eat together. "So, how was the day spider man?" You asked him and he lit up, instantly telling you about his fights and successes in great detail. It was always endearing to see him so proud of himself. On days where it was a difficult you'd curl up on the couch or bed, and he'd do the same for you. " 'nough about my tales. How was your day, love? Any reason you chose that song?" There he goes again, reading you like a book. The smug look on his face said it all, he knew something was up. "Just, reminiscing. You've always known me so well Hobie." The admiring smile that was once there had faded into a smile that seemed tired. Hobie got up, taking the plates with him and heading into the kitchen. "Yea, but as well as I can read you, I can never really tell what you're thinkin'." He says, offering that shoulder to cry on, an empathetic ear. Following after him, you hugged him from behind and he turned to hold you close. Swaying a bit in the hug, he kisses your forehead, places a hand on your cheek and says "What's wrong baby?" with that you share with him how busy you've been while he's been out.

Usually he'd never come home this early. There was always some villain to fight, a statement piece to make, a protest. You never held it against him, infact you'd support him and get the word out whenever he had a political movement going on. When it came to him being spiderman you'd stay up late or set an alarm, just in case he came back a bit bruised up. Though, outside of this, being human could still be very draining. It was definitely not the same level as being a spider person, but he understood. Cuddling on the couch together he reassured you that you're just as amazing, strong and capable. Showering you in kisses and affection til your tired expression lit up again. He always knew how to make you feel better, even when it was really bad. Because Hobie knows you, your pain, story, life and he hit your heart everytime.

[freeingrebels]

Madam weaver- chapter 1

AN: hobiexreader (sort of im not sure yet), just a set up for the next chapter, first time writing so bare with me, not proof read at alllll. Whoops.

You wake up in your silk cream coloured Egyptian bed sheets, the sun tickling your eyelashes and tracing your cheeks. There’s a heavy weight circling your feet.

“Mrreoww?” It trots over your body and stands right in the middle of your chest.

“Ughhh katty i can’t breathe” you try to stop it from sniffing your face. Its always the same, lips then lashes then it rubs its whiskers on your nose.

‘Are you awake now?im hungry’ You can feel its thoughts radiating.

You open your eyes. A young tuxedo cat looking down and licking its paws.

“Yeah yeah lets get you some food”

You attempt to get out of bed and shiver as the cold wood floors take you by surprise and you press the button to her feeder that pours the bowl.

‘DING DONGGGGG’ “HELLOOOOOOOOOO OPEN NA NYOORRRR”

You quickly skiddaddle to the intercom “omg shut up Hobie you’ll bother the neighbours”.

You open the door, almost tripping over the shoes you ‘forgot’ to put away last night.

“Like i give one. I’m starved mate, you ‘ave any Kraves of CoCo Pops” the sounds of his thrifted boots make heavy on the tiled hallway as he pushes past you, paying no mind to the muddy prints he’s leaving behind.

“HOBIE YOUR SHOES” the reminder slips out of his other ear whilst he searches the fridge but ducks down to unzip his boots and throws them your way. Katty scattered at the loud and sudden sound triggering her zoomies.

“I am ACTUALLY going to kill you” you seethe, making your way to the couch.

You’re so used to this…every single day. The loud music he plays when making breakfast, the dirty boots, questionable substance of his jacket collar, the heavy smell of weed on him mixed with ash and sweat. You’re so used to it…but you really don’t mind it.

He plops down next to you holding two bowls of cereal, more in yours than his. You turn and see he’s already put your candle on. Goji berry infused candle, the best candle you’ve ever had the pleasure of smelling in your life found in a TKMaxx but the brand being unknown to google you decide to keep this candle on only when Hobie visit. Even though that has been every day of your life since you met him. You tell yourself that you’re pavlov-ing him, “conditioned response” you repeat to yourself and that you’re actually the one in control of this situationship.

“Wassat?” Mouth full of CoCo pops whistling and popping in his mouth. “Gross” you say rolling your eyes. He leans in and nuzzles his head in your neck and whispers “nahhhh luv you love me” he’s not wrong…ugh.

“Cringeee” trying not to grin. “You have a day off work,don’t you? Wanna go watch the barbie movie today?” Not wanting him to know how desperate you are for a date that’s not just staying at home and people watching.

“Actually,” another spoonful of cereal entering his mouth “my band want to meet you. I was think-“

“WHAT? THE SPIDER PEOPLE? ARE YOU SERIOUS” placing the bowl on the coffee table that was littered with graffiti and homemade stickers, courtesy of Hobie, of course, you rush into your bedroom and attack your wardrobe. “What do I wear, I don’t have any clothes, Hobie!” He places his bowl next to yours and walks in soon after looking at the pile of clothes on the floor.

“I can see at least 7 different outfits already” he walks behind you, grabs your shoulder and leads you to the bathroom “take a shower and I…” he smirks “will pick out something”. You roll your eyes and hop into the shower.

-fast forward 30 mins just dressed-

“Why are gyaldem always taking maddddd long when it’s time to go?” Hobie mumbles and stretches over the bed. “Why do mandem always announce motives the day of?” You retort. He chuckles “sorry luv” he sits up. “Lemme see” he leans on his fist. You spin in the clothes he picked out (just imagine anything I can’t be arsked to describe it) and he stands up. “You look leng let’s go now” he opens the portal, puts one foot in and sticks his hand out. “You comin’?”

Grabbing his hand you squint at the portal. WTF you weren’t going in there “Ahaha…maybe I shouldn’t go? I mean I haven’t even had breakfast and I have the next chapter due and I can FEEL a migraine forming and-“ you grip the back of your head. Ow why does my head hurt so much? You were getting second thoughts. Something was telling you that you shouldn’t be doing this. That you would regret going. You’ve never felt like this. Is it because you’ll be the only normal person a building full of spider people? What was this? An inferiority complex?

“Hey” he tilts your head up and kisses you. His warm lips contrasting with his cold piercing. They taste like chocolate milk and pomegranate chapstick. Pulling away, he leans his forehead on yours. “I’ve got you, yeh? So stop waffling”.

You close your eyes and exhale “fine” opening your eyes again “but I want my lipbalm back”.

He chuckles and scoffs in a mocking manner. “But i want the feeling of my love’s lips on mine feeble lips at all times and, I fear, without it I shall perish and whatever” he performs with a grin. ‘Sooooo a no. I hate him so much.’ You think.

“As for your head, I promise to provide the lady with adequate assistance and…relief” smirking.

You fake walking away from him and he grabs your hand and webs them together. “Cmon I already promised them and they’re yutes, little tykes. Nun’ to be ‘fraid of.” You walk to the portal together. “Just think of it as…going paragliding” he whispers. ‘WHAT’ “WHAT HOBIE NO!” he pushes you off and he follows like a domino, forgetting you were webbed together.

You’re screaming. SO FUCKIN LOUD. “HOBIE YOU DICKHEAD” you grab his other hand as you guys spin through this worm tunnely thingy. You don’t know what it is fully but you feel like you’ll die if you don’t hold onto him. He’s laughing, manically, enjoying your screams, tears and physical touch. Part of him wishes the tunnel would go on for longer so he could hold onto you with you swatting you hand away in embarrassment but he can see the end of the tunnel nearing and he brings you to his chest and sticks his legs out, ready to land on his feet.

You land on a loud, hard surface. Marble? You think. You’d know if you weren’t too scared and nervous to open your eyes but to mention you can already tell how bright this place is without opening your eyes and this migraine just started to pang on your head.

‘Welcome to the Spider Society, Hobie Brown. Code name: Spider punk +1 visitor. Please state your name, any aliases, relationship with Hobie Brown and reason for visitation’

With open eyes you examine a floating machine that awaits the input with a form on its screen. You look at Hobie confused, still a sweating mess, your stomach in knots and a migraine that’s you know for sure will be the death of you. He fills out the form for you. As he’s filling out your relationship section, he smirks and writes lover and draws a heart with spikes on it. You scoff and attempt to wriggle out of the webs.

The machine alerts your attention:

‘Welcome [y/n], here is your day pass and please stay away from any and all equipment with a red and/or orange stripes on it. Please stick out your hand.’

You stick out your hand and watch the machine dispense a blue wrist band with a yellow strip that had black text stating ‘visitor of H.B’ and Hobie’s spider punk logo that acted as a QR code when scanned. The machine extends robotic pinchers (think crabs) and places the wrist band on your wrist, scans the logo and says:

‘Please keep visitors close at all times. Should a visitor get lost you can track them via this link…’

Hobie gets a buzz from his watch with his spider logo flashing on it.

‘And you will be able to see where [y/n] is in real time. Any and all nearby spider’s will be alerted as well. Make sure to keep that band on for your own safety. Please enjoy your stay and, I repeat, stay away from any and all equipment with a red and/or orange stripes on it. Thank you’

The machine retreats into the nearest wall where a hole cut out exactly for its shape was waiting.

“Right” Hobie says still holding on to your webbed hand “let’s go, then?You nod trying to ignore the pain spreading down your neck and up your crown but you can’t help putting your hand on your neck and massaging it.

“Yeah, let’s go”

[judesbelligoal]

Freaky Saturday is canceled this week guys, sorry!!

//

The freaky gyaldem are not gonna like this one… get behind I’ll protect you

😂been ignoring the asks ahahhaha

[magneticlobby]

4 yrs w this fat punany gyaldem

[horanghoe]

did you update the fic where beomgyu was a black cat ?????? its changed from when I last read it..... :(((( ...... it was fine with how it was.... why did you change it? :(((

anon idk how to tell you this - my homie, my guy, my gyaldem, my non-binary pal - it is getting yet another rework. if you don't like the updates then I'm afraid you might have a terrible taste in fanfiction cause I still have the first draft and..... booooooiiiiiiiiiiiiii it was rough. kudos to you for interacting tho. I guess?

moots you got any thoughts on this one? lmao

NOTE: if you mean the moodboard then no he is forever and always a large black maine coon mullet boyo. if you mean the text and body of the fic refer to the above

[hiddenticket]

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[katsukissy]

“are u rlly on my side tho???? bc i need to ask the mandem and i need to ask the gyaldem,,,, what is GOINONNNNNNN”

LMFAOOOO I LOVE BRITS

[cxvii666]

AHHHHH 200 NOTES OMG can i say this was one of the first fics i wrote like way back in september and never finished it so im so happy the gyaldem are enjoying it

“TEDDY PICKER.”

band au! drummer katsuki bakugou x bassist reader

wc: 1.3k

"i don't want your prayer, save it for the morning after,"

"you're so full of shit"

you raise an eyebrow as your face scrunches in amusement. "i hope thats not me you're talking to like that-"

"-you, shut the fuck up. im talking to fucking dunce face over there who thinks that he can just parade in here whenever he fucking likes.."

katsuki bakugou was at the edge of his shit. as in maybe one more strike away from a full crashout. everyone in the room can tell.

it's about the fourth time of going over the rhythm of your band's new song. kyouka had written it a couple nights ago but she was, as she is about the rest of her music, extremely self critical. she had made katsuki, sero and you, play the same fucking rhythm over and over, then going back over to her little ipad and rewriting shit. honestly you were all fucking exhausted, katsuki feels like his wrists are gonna fucking fall off, his ears are ringing and, then all of a sudden he hears this agitating grating voice.

"idk why you're getting onto me? i actually have a role to play, kiri-"

the redhead hides his face in mina's shoulder at the mention of his name. kaminari had dragged him along to your, ahem closed practice session, and kaminari wasn't even in your band. as in, he served no physical purpose, and was actively trying to distract, and after all the pressure kyouka's under, katsuki is honestly surprised she even let him into her basement.

"nah don't even bring red into this because he actually just sits there and shuts the fuck up. YOU NEED TO-"

"would you fucking relax."

obviously you have to be the voice of reason, kyouka has taken this unsanctioned practice break to tune her guitar, sero had just gone out back for a smoke (he could probably sense bakugou's pop off and didn't want to be caught in the line of fire), and mina's lying on the couch with kirishima, tambourine resting on the ground, watching the shit go down.

it's not that you don't agree with bakugou, because he has a point. kyouka had written two songs on the set and then she given some weird artsy excuse as to why she needed a male voice on the tracks instead of her own. kaminari had of course said yes when she asked, and he was a surprisingly good singer. but whatever the case was, he had taken this as an opportunity to show up to your closed practice sessions, at any given point in time, lie on the couch hit his vape and give his entirely unsolicited, unpromoted, and unwanted opinions on every little thing you'd played so far. normally this would've been laughed off quite easily, but jirous anxiety in the track had put the whole band in a mood. even mina, your little groupie, who's only role really was to shake her lil tambourine and look hot, was quiet, slumped over the couch offering no commentary.

and the way things were looking the bakugou was two seconds away from taking a cymbal and crashing it over the other blonde's head.

"kami, if you're gonna be in here then you gotta be quiet while we practice the bridge, mmkay."

you're voice is steady careful not to piss anyone off or agitate the fight further. you were tired and wanted to call it a night. you're gig was in two days and you wanted to be up early for your lash appointment.

"like seriously," you kiss your teeth together noticing a makeup smudge under your left eye and rubbing at it and mutter, "you guys act like fucking children, i swear."

"ayo who tf are you kissing your teeth at?" bakugou's in fight mode by now, all kaminari's stupidity pushing him to the breaking point.

"are you delusional? i said don't fucking yell at me."

"am i yelling? clearly you are fucking delusional? all that weed you smoke has probably scrambled yer fucking brain-"

"-oh piss off, i was literally defending you-"

"i don't need defendin-"

"can we get started now," kyouka calls out, sero's returned and they're watching your back and forth with bakugou, smug looks on their faces like they're both in on a joke that you're not privy to. "or are you guys gonna keep up this weird foreplay you got going on?"

she swears as bakugou dashes a drumstick in her general direction, and sero snickers before picking it up and tossing it back to the blonde "what song are we on?"

the venue is live. like you guys have never played on a stage with this many people in the audience. you're fucking buzzing, decently faded, sunglasses perched on your nose ready to have a good time. sero and kaminari have just left you outside round the back of the venue, mina had got her claws into them and forced them to let her draw eyeliner on both guys. kaminari had left you with one of his straights and you had enough time to smoke it before going back in to freshen up and be ready just in time for the beginning of your set when the fire exit door bangs open.

it's katsuki. he looks good.

like really good.

"jirou not with you?" is what you say.

he scoffs and kicks an empty can lying on the ground. "nah, she's backstage with her girlfriend sucking face or sum' shit."

"so you came to find me?"

he tsks, "don't read to much into it yeah, y'er jus more tolerable than the rest of the fucking idiot squad."

you look at him through your shades taking in his form. he looks surprisingly nervous. his arms are exposed in his black vest, so he looks like a treat, but his shoulders are tense and you can see the goosebumps on his biceps. he's normally with jirou at this point in the night, the first band is still playing and the two of them are normally backstage decompressing or redoing sound checks or something like that while the rest of you fuck around.

"you really gonna smoke that shit before we go on?"

and he's always on your fucking back, digging into you, expressing his disgust in your choice of hobbies, like he's some self righteous being that can never do any wrong.

"i think you're an asshole."

he inches closer to where you're leaning against the brick wall of the building.

"i know."

and he connects your lips. its like fire, the sensation that flows through your body as your mouths move together, in perfect synchronisation. you've always been good together i suppose, flowed in similar ways. you have your bad habits that he's not fond of but so does he. he knows exactly how to piss you off and you get on his nerves, you think you're so cool with your stupid sunglasses and your stupid fingerless gloves, but fuck you're so hot.

he groans into your mouth as he carresses your sides with a tenderness you've never seen before. it turns you on to no end and you reach your hands round the back of his neck to grab his hair and pull him closer into you. its so intoxicating, the way his lips taste in your mouth, his tongue wrapping around yours, his rough hands gently trailing up your sides, like he's still scared to touch you.

you grab his hands and force them to hold onto your hips as you arch into him to deepen the kiss. he breaks for air but keeps you close like you'll slip right through his fingers if he lets go.

"we- uh, fuck," you've actually sucked all the sense out of his head and katsuki bakugou fucking stutters, it's probably the best day of your life and he can tell by the smug grin plastered on your face.

"just- fucking shut up."

"i didn't even say anything."

mandem you wont believe the week i had oml i saw my ex gf and lowk damn im actually in a really horrible mental state but like i feel like im fine but when i saw her she was like "you look really tired" i was like damn i am tired so i got some more t and literally hit my pen and slept and went to work and came home and slept and woke up at 3am to go out back and have a cig and sleep till like 4pm the next day and then go to work and idk i feel better now soooo I HAVE A COUPLE MATCH UPS IN MY DRAFTS ILL TRY GET THEM OUT TMRW I LOVE ALL OF YOU ☺️☺️☺️

[circeaphoenix]

all of mi gyaldem are 9+1, and if mi gyal lef me have 9 option

[lyrics365]

BLUE GREEN RED

[Intro] Yeah-yeah, ayy, what? Where the mandem? Where the gyaldem? Where the six side? Where the six side? Where the six side? Ayy, look [Verse 1] Please ring my mother and tell her Tell her the shape that I’m in Thirty days I have been sober Now I’m back drinking again, again I got away from the city I’m on the outskirts of town Friends that I treated like family They were just hanging around…

[networkloved]

˖ ࣪ . 🦋 ࿐ ♡ ˚ . "w-...what are you talking about? last night, sena, you was so high, you're in your bad gyaldem era. at one point i swear you started licking my neck and saying that i tasted like mint—i don't use original source. you know this. it makes my butt tingle. plus, you told me you love the scent of lynx africa. i buy it especially for you now." / @cinnamcroll