#idols eating

[fruitiws]

ִ ۫ ⭒ 𐙚 𖠋 𓈒 𝆬⠀ج⠀ ✽⠀⠀ᩧ⠀𐑺 ⣷

[thenovamuse]

🍔 ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  𔒌  ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  🥙 ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  ���� ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  ࿙࿚𓈒 ✢ . .🥪

🍞 ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  𔒌  ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  🥗･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  𔒌 ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  ࿙࿚𓈒 ✢ . .🌯

🌮･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  𔒌  ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  🥐 ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  𔒌 ･῾ 𝆬 ᠉  ࿙࿚𓈒 ✢ . .🥖

[sweetestflow3rs]

a bump in the day

[faunandfloraas]

Seungmin's Small but Certain Happiness, episode 1 - feburary 3rd, 2019.

[kpop-bbg]

[crabsnpersimmons]

Happy Moon Festival! 🌕

there's a bunch of holidays today, Mid-Autumn Festival, Tsukimi, Chuseok and more! all dated on the day of the brightest full moon!

and since i had some time, i thought i'd draw all my moons and some yummy festival sweets (all prepared by chef Moon of course!)

some intros to all the moons and the dishes below the cut

some intros:

Moonie's from my chibi AU, "Rain or Shine". a rambunctious little guy who loves playing with his Sunny

Moondrop's from my hairdresser AU, "New 'Do, Same You". a Moon in a glamrock-style casing, who's pretty chill but insecure

Mooncake's from my restaurant AU, "Have You Eaten?" a hopeless romantic chef who loves cooking yummy foods!

13's from my dystopian AU. he's a sheltered, naive little Moon bot who is curious to learn about the world outside the palace

Miel is from my idol AU. she's an ex-Moon bot, turned nanny bot, turned rapper of an idol duo (she sings too tho!)

and the menu:

tsukimi dango are plain Japanese dumplings made of rice flour and glutinous rice flour, resembling the full moon

mooncakes are Chinese treat with various skins and fillings, but traditionally they are a pastry filled with lotus seed paste and a salted duck egg yolk to resemble the full moon

songpyeon are a Korean rice cake with various types of fillings—red beans, dates, sesame seeds, honey, and more!

[fairyhaos]

cruelest thing that kpop has ever done is impose a "you can't eat anything" rule on their idols in the country that says "have you eaten today?" as a way of showing love

[sweetpaintedladie]

Billy Idol, Perri Lister, Ronnie and Jo Wood at The Cat Club in New York City, 1984

©️Ron Galella

[wisecura]

Shine

Yuji x idol f!reader (short)

summary: You're a famous pop idol that Yuji adores. what more is there to say? An: Just a concept I was thinking about writing for soon. Let me know what you think. I prefer golden retriever type yanderes so here we go.

Warning: obsessive behavior, unhealthy behavior, stalking, please read at your own discretion

You met Yuji while on tour about a year ago.

You’ve met plenty of people. Hundreds if not thousands. From all walks of life. But that pink headed ball of pure admiration was definitely one that stood out. You could say with utmost certainty that Yuji Itadori was your most devout fan.

He showed up at every concert, purchased tons of your merch, went to almost every fan meet and greet. He was so consistent, you knew him my name at that point.

It was cute at first. That sparkling energy, those lovestruck puppy dog eyes, and that dopey smile he always gave you. Always energetic and happy to see you. Begging you to flash you killer pose he’d seen so often on stage.

It was like—from the second he met you—he was hooked. He just seemed to absolutely adore you. Knew all of your songs, followed every possible social media, and even led a few fan clubs.

After that year, he became much bolder. During your meet and greets he’d often ask for a picture, where he’d shyly pull you into a side hug—flashing a peace sign and bright smile. Now this wasn’t strange, it was something that was always offered in the meet n greet bundle.

Only now his hand seemed to cling on a little more tightly, not willing to let go quite as fast. You’d noticed his breathing picked up and his face flushing. And by the time he actually let go, you were almost a little red.

You’d shrugged it off—something you normally wouldn’t have done if it had been anyone else. Normally baring them from the next meet and greet just for safety sake. But you let it slide. After all, Yuji was a consistent face. Someone you were somewhat familiar with.

But you’d noticed you also started getting pages from the front desk of your pent house apartment more often. There’d been multiple visits from a hooded figure, loitering at the elevators. Trying—but failing to jam the button that lead straight to your floor. Thank fuck for key card access.

You’d been concerned, obviously. And what made it even scarier was the frequency of visits coupled with the lack of any actual resolution. They weren’t caught. Always slipping away just quick enough to miss the security guards.

And then the night came. First it was the knocks. Heavy. Loud. And frantic. You’d been too scared to open the door, immediately searching for your phone to call the police should you need to. Then making your way over to the intercom.

Before you could reach it, the knocks stopped.

This freaked you out enough to grab a kitchen knife—maybe dial the front desk. You’d barely reached the kitchen before you heard it.

Bam! Bam! BAM!

Your head spun around only to find someone’s foot through your front door. You, like any sane person, fucking panic—running to grab that knife before you didn’t have a chance.

You get there just in time to see that hooded figure standing at your kitchen entryway.

And who would you fucking guess, other than Yuji Itadori.

“Y-yuji?”

A huge grin spread across his face at your words. You’d remembered his name. A small pink blush crossed his cheeks. His eyes devoid of much else other than glassiness that reflected you. Damn near cold and dead.

That same lovesick grin he’d worn at every one of your meet and greets.

You couldn’t gauge his next moves, but you knew it wouldn’t be good. You kept your knife firmly in from of you, the only protection saving you from this lunatics psychotic break.

He looked ready to tackle you. And you weren’t sure you’d be able to take him. Something you normally wouldn’t pay attention to—wouldn’t have much reason to.

The dude was fucking built. At least twice as wide and a head whole taller than you.

And he started walking, slow—long strides.

“S-stay back!—“ you swing your knife—albeit a little clumsily. You definitely weren’t a fighter.

He stopped just out of your swinging distance, those same dead eyes staring down at you. His grin somewhat fading, an expression of worry—maybe confusion crossing his face.

“You don’t need to do that.” He makes a grab for your knife tats still latched in your trembling grip. “You’re gonna hurt yourself, cut it out—“

“Stay back!!”

“Hey cut it out—“ his grin falling completely, his expression growing more and more impatient by the second.

His hand shoots out grabbing your wrist with surprising strength. The knife falling between you two. And before you could think of even attempting to reach for it—he’d kicked it away.

“See? What were you thinking?” he muttered, tugging you into a crushing hug, his arms wrapping around you like a vice. His grip was desperate, clinging to you as if letting go would kill him. “Please, please don’t hate me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Let’s just go home. I’ll make everything better, I promise.”

You were trembling, frozen in his embrace, the weight of his words sinking into your chest like stones. You didn’t know what to say, what to do—every instinct screamed to run, but his arms refused to let you move.

All you could think was how much you wished you’d never met Yuji Itadori.

come home

[alligaytorswamp]

walked right into it

[broidobe]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔩

requested by 💋🚬!

☾billy idol, attending a chanel show where his supermodel girlfriend steals the spotlight, takes her backstage for a passionate, intense encounter that leaves them both breathless and satisfied.☽

☾warnings: smut, rough and intense physical interactions, explicit language, power dynamics, and explicit descriptions of intimacy☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚80s-90s rock masterlist

billy idol had no business at a chanel show, but there he was, front row, lounging like a king among mortals. you, his girlfriend—yes, the girlfriend—were the star of the runway. you were the kind of supermodel whose name people didn’t just know; they whispered it.

you caught his eye the moment you stepped out, wearing a slinky black number that hugged you in ways that made his imagination run wild. your walk wasn’t just a walk; it was a challenge, every sway of your hips a silent dare. and when you shot him that smirk at the end of the runway, his lips curled into a grin that promised trouble.

backstage after the show, the energy was electric—a mix of champagne and sweat. you spotted him leaning against a stack of crates, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, that wild grin still plastered on his face.

“you like the show, rockstar?” you teased, stepping close enough that he caught the faintest trace of your perfume.

“only because you were in it,” he shot back, pulling you in by the waist. “you look like sin walking in that dress.”

“you should see it off,” you purred, eyes glinting.

his grin turned wicked, and before you knew it, his hand was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into a dark dressing room.

the second the door slammed shut, his mouth crashed against yours. it was rough and demanding, all teeth and tongue, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as his hands found the zipper of your dress.

“been teasing me all night,” he muttered, yanking the fabric down until it pooled at your feet.

“maybe i like watching you squirm,” you shot back, breathless.

“careful, baby,” he growled, backing you against the vanity, his hands gripping your thighs. “you’re playing with fire.”

you gasped as he lifted you onto the counter, his lips trailing down your neck, teeth grazing your skin just enough to leave a mark. your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and when he pressed against you, hard and desperate, a moan slipped past your lips.

his hands slid up your body, rough fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. when he pushed into you, it stole your breath, a sharp cry tumbling from your lips as your body arched into him.

“that’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and wrecked. his grip on your hips was firm, steadying you as he set a pace that had you clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his back.

each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, building and building until it felt like you were about to shatter. his mouth found yours again, swallowing your moans, his breath hot against your lips.

“billy,” you gasped, barely able to speak, the intensity of him overwhelming.

“come on, baby,” he growled, his voice rasping against your ear. “let go for me.”

the coil inside you snapped, a wave of bliss crashing over you as you cried out his name, your whole body trembling. he wasn’t far behind, a guttural groan spilling from his lips as he buried himself deep, his movements stuttering as he followed you over the edge.

for a moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing, the room thick with the heat of what just happened.

when it was over, you were still perched on the vanity, your legs shaky, your dress halfway torn and abandoned on the floor. billy leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette like he had just headlined a stadium.

“best chanel show i’ve ever been to,” he said, exhaling smoke with that devilish grin you couldn’t help but love.

[dollywons]

@qqmariztwsse 🎁🎈

[alliv3nting]

Ahí les dejo dietas de idols extremas.

1. Jimin (BTS): Ayuno intermitente y control estricto de calorías. Pérdida de peso: 12 kg (26 libras).

✦

2. IU: Manzana, batido de proteínas y pechuga de pollo. Pérdida de peso: 10-12 kg (22-26 libras).

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3. Tzuyu (Twice): Ayuno intermitente y alimentos bajos en calorías como pepinos y sopas.

Pérdida de peso: 6-7 kg (13-15 libras).

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4. Soyeon (G)I-DLE: Frutas en el desayuno, pollo a la parrilla en el almuerzo, solo vegetales en la cena.

Pérdida de peso: 8-10 kg (17-22 libras).

✦

5. Jennie (Blackpink): Dieta baja en carbohidratos, consistiendo en frutas, verduras y proteínas magras. Pérdida de peso: 6-8 kg (13-18 libras).

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6. Seulgi (Red Velvet): Frutas y vegetales, evitando carbohidratos y alimentos grasos.

Pérdida de peso: 7 kg (15 libras).

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7. Jisoo (Blackpink): Dieta principalmente de verduras y proteínas bajas en grasa.

Pérdida de peso: 6 kg (13 libras).

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8. Chungha: Solo 1.000 calorías al día, con alimentos bajos en carbohidratos y grasas.

Pérdida de peso: 10 kg (22 libras).

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9. HyunA: Consumo de pocas calorías, concentrándose en frutas y té verde.

Pérdida de peso: 8-9 kg (17-20 libras).

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10. Nayeon (Twice): Ayuno intermitente combinado con alimentos bajos en calorías y ejercicio.

Pérdida de peso: 6 kg (13 libras).

[wellbone]

now it makes me sad / for loving what was you

[kpop-bbg]

[freelyfuriouspretzel]

Jacket update! Some new patches, most self made :]