#it's? como se dice...annoying?!

[wish-i-were-heather]

I GOT 100 ON THE SPANISH TEST

[pupyuj]

the other nonie request…

now i miss big dick wony too :(

i need to be manhandle by her

remember this monumental day in diveland??? YEAH... WE FORGOT ABOUT THIS TOO QUICKLY, LET'S BRING IT BACK!!

rich bossy wony who likes to toy with you—her witty, annoying roommate who has quite the reputation as jang wonyoung’s personal… COMO SE DICE… pet! 🤭🤭 no literally bcs she could force you to wear a collar with her initials dangling in the middle for a day and you wouldn’t have a choice but to do it bcs she makes up for it with mind-blowing sex anyway 😵‍💫 she’s almost like a sugar mommy?? except that the only things she wants to spoil you with are lingerie and slutty clothes that she wants you to put on solely so she can rip them off of you 😭 and all you need to do to pay all that back is spread your legs and be a good girl for her :33

she does not gaf about you at all unfortunately! the only thing you’re good for in her eyes is sex and you know what, you’re fine with that bcs you also couldn’t care for her grumpy ass even if you tried! and all this animosity leads to a lot of hate sex 😭 like oh you’re not reciprocating her advances bcs you got shit to do?? nuh uh, that’s not allowed! you got home late and thus made wonyoung wait?? unacceptable! she rarely kisses you already and if you mess up it's all bites and stinging words... but you wouldn't say that you didn't like them of course 😋

probably loves it better if you turn out to have long hair bcs wony can just drag you around that away if she can't get you to wear those cute leashes that she spends her hard-earned money on just for you 🫣 nothing satisfies her ears more than hearing you wince or whine in pain whenever she just casually reaches over and pull your hair, sometimes even mockingly commending you for keeping it so healthy just for her 😣 it was definitely one of her main ways of getting her aggression out... other than fucking you senseless of course! she would see you stumbling about in the apartment drunk as hell at two-thirty in the morning and she wouldn't waste any time yelling profanities and degrading things to your face before dragging you to her bedroom by your hair bcs you couldn't keep your wasted ass mouth shut 😣😣

something better than completely tearing your clothes off of you is ruining them.. but still letting you wear them 😝 wonyoung likes the sight of your pretty little cotton candy pink blouse ripped open and missing a few buttons, your tights moderately ruined and your lingerie just barely pulled down to your knees while she has you bent over her bed taking her cock like the obedient living fleshlight that she molded you to be! 🫢 she enjoys it when you scream and moan her name freely in the air, loves it better when you try to move away from her just get some sense of control in the situation but eventually failing and just letting her use you... and sometimes she might even be successful in getting you to work yourself on her cock, sitting back and watching as you thrust yourself backwards into her..

AND THE MANHANDLING SO TRUEEEE wony might not look like it but she's freakishly strong 😭 most of the time when you're fucking, she really just does everything! even when she puts you in a position where you'd be on top, like cowgirl, she'd be holding your hips tightly and controlling your pace,, watching you fall apart above her brings her more pleasure than shooting her load inside your womb sometimes!

literally pretends that you don't exist on campus but as soon as she closes the door of your apartment she sticks to your side the entire day and you would see it as a thing if she wasn't constantly humiliating you in your ear and leaving reckless marks all over your body while making you cum all fucking night! wonyoung doesn't ever want to admit it but she's so fucking obsessed with you in the most disrespectful way possible 🤭

[aphcoolalters]

Alfred's ALTERS :DD

As everyone knows, Alfred suffers from DID, in this blog 7 Alters will be presented, 8 with Alfred, whom you can ask

ENGLISH

Dictator Pickles: Dictator Pickles was the first alter to manifest within Alfred, Created as a defense against abuse and abandonment, Although he appears cruel, his thirst for power and revenge hides a fragile ego and great insecurity, Behind his sarcastic and ruthless attitude In reality, he's just an idiot who hides his own weaknesses

School girl Alfie/ Alfie: Alfie was created so that Alfred could feel better and reaffirm that he deserves the compassion of others. However, when that compassion doesn't come through, Alfie gives it to herself. She inflicts pain on herself in order to provoke pity in those around her, although, curiously, she always seems to be happy and smiling, she is very kind to all the Alters, although deep down they make her a little uncomfortable

Lucifer: Lucifer is a deranged lover of corpses, he is crazy, do not take everything he says seriously because if it is not to annoy, he surely has a plan prepared for later, for that reason most Alters (not all) have Lucifer on the blacklist, not to say that they want to throw him off the 5th floor

Alfem: Alfem is the kindest, cutest, most tender and dumbest Alter of all, she doesn't worry about complex things, she just wants to be happy, she believes in true love, the magic of friendship, and all those stupid clichés, let's say that Alfem represents what Alfred will be like if he had been born a girl, but with everything multiplied x2

Alfred Christ: Another self-centered fool, but this time not unpleasant to others, Alfred Christ has so much in mind that he is the messiah who will free everyone from perdition that it is impossible for him to escape from his role. The others, especially Pickles and Lucifer, try to get on his nerves, why? because it's fucking fun

Dominatrix: Dominatrix is ​​often called a whore, yes she is, but it also doesn't need to be said. Curiously, she is the strongest Alter, which gives her a lot of advantage when fighting with someone, most of the time she is quite aggressive, if you are lucky you will find her distracted by something else that makes her calm, like singing, wow, she really sings well, ALL the female alters sing great, but Dominatrix thinks Alfie and Alfem are just stupid girls, even though she doesn't want to tell them that

Alfred Pim: This guy is a simpleton, he wants with all his might to find a pretty woman and stay with her, but he doesn't even know how to talk to one, he always ends up doing something stupid that makes him look ridiculous. But it's only like that when he tries to flirt with a woman. By this I mean that if you try to insult him, don't think that he will stand idly by

ESPAÑOL

Dictator Pickles: dictador Pickles fue el primer alter que se manifestó dentro de Alfred, creado como una defensa contra el abuso y el abandono. Aunque parece cruel, su sed de poder y venganza esconde un ego frágil y una gran inseguridad, detrás de su actitud sarcástica y despiadada. En realidad, él es simplemente un idiota que esconde sus propias debilidades

School girl Alfie/ Alfie: Alfie fue creada para que Alfred pudiera sentirse mejor y reafirmar que merece la compasión de los demás. Sin embargo, cuando esa compasión no se manifiesta, Alfie se la da a sí misma. Se inflige dolor a sí misma para provocar lástima en quienes la rodean, siempre parece estar feliz y sonriente, es muy amable con todos los Alters, aunque en el fondo la incomodan un poco

Lucifer: Lucifer es un trastornado amante de los cadáveres, está loco, no te tomes en serio todo lo que dice porque si no es para molestar, seguramente tiene un plan preparado para más adelante, por eso la mayoría de Alters (no todos) tienen a Lucifer en la lista negra, por no decir que lo quieren tirar de un 5to piso

Alfem: Alfem es la Alter más amable, linda, tierna y silly de todas, no se preocupa por cosas complejas, solo quiere ser feliz, cree en el amor verdadero, la magia de la amistad y todos esos clichés estúpidos, digamos que Alfem representa cómo sería Alfred si hubiera nacido niña, pero con todo multiplicado x2

Alfred Christ: Otro tonto egocéntrico, pero esta vez no desagradable para los demás, Alfred Christ tiene tanto en mente ser el mesías que liberará a todos de la perdición que le resulta imposible escapar de su papel. Los demás, especialmente Pickles y Lucifer, intentan sacarlo de sus casillas, ¿por qué? porque es jodidamente divertido

Dominatrix: A Dominatrix a menudo la llaman puta, sí lo es, pero tampoco hace falta decirlo. Curiosamente ella es la Alter más fuerte, lo que le da mucha ventaja a la hora de pelear con alguien, la mayoría de las veces es bastante agresiva, si tienes suerte la encontrarás distraída en algo más que la tranquilice, como cantar, wow. , ella realmente canta bien, TODAS las alters femeninas cantan muy bien, pero Dominatrix piensa que Alfie y Alfem son solo chicas estúpidas, aunque no quiere decirles eso.

Alfred Pim: Este tipo es un simp, quiere con todas sus fuerzas encontrar una mujer bonita y quedarse con ella, pero ni siquiera sabe hablar con una, siempre termina haciendo alguna estupidez que lo deja en ridículo. Pero sólo es así cuando intenta coquetear con una mujer. Con esto quiero decir que si intentas insultarlo no creas que se quedará de brazos cruzados.

[tiramisumin]

no doubt

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ pairing: choi hyunwoo x f!reader

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ word count: 5.83k

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ content: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!, fluff, humor, slight? angst, swearing, best friends to lovers, reader lowk kinda sucks guys, she’s very Impulsive, mentions of alcohol and weed, featuring sumin and jinsik + nameless/faceless girlfriends, for a lack of better words reader is como se dice… dumb <3, mentions of wet dreams, lots and lots and lots of kissing, hyunwoo is a little handsy, mutual masturbation but ur getting each other off, soft dom!hyunwoo, couch sex, i’ll be real u might get secondhand embarrassment from reader, missionary position… no protection (pls be safe!!!), cutesy ending, lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis: karma’s usually a bitch, but at least this time she was kind of sweet and considerate.

୨ৎ i have been working on this fic for well over a month now, probably two atp, and she’s finally cooked and ready to be served <3 special shout out to @tmrwsuns my blue my sweetie pie my cupcake.. without u i think i would have burned my blog to the ground… this one’s for u :3 (pls don’t forget to reblog if u liked this!)

Oftentimes, you made some questionable decisions. 

Once, while sitting on the floor of your best friend’s living room, high off of your ass might you add, you flashed all three of your male friends and their respective girlfriends. You were complaining about some guy you were seeing and how he never put his mouth on your chest. It confused you because you were actually really proud of your breasts, hence why you showed them off with no issue. 

(“Look! These are pretty nice!” You exclaimed in a whine, lifting your ratty t-shirt to display your bra-clad chest. “Who wouldn’t want to suck on them?”

Jinsik’s girlfriend slapped her hand over his eyes and Sumin’s slapped hers over her mouth. He looked away swiftly, whistling. Your best friend gawked at you, mostly in shock that you did it without an ounce of shyness.)

The weekly smoke and gossip sesh was awkward as hell for a bit after that. Things only went back to normal when you brought it up and everyone laughed about it later on. 

There was also the time you lied to a guy about why you couldn’t go out with him anymore. Rather than explaining that you just didn’t see him that way, you told him your best friend had gotten into a horrible accident and you didn’t have the mental capacity for a relationship. This was not true. Said best friend was perfectly fine, actually, at his house probably playing one of those video games you can’t stand. 

And the list keeps going. In fact, you’re sure you’ve made more stupid choices than rational choices. It was hard not to when you didn’t necessarily have quick thinking skills. You were more impulsive than anything, following along with the first thing that pops into your head rather than sitting there and thinking it through. 

Maybe this was your karma. 

For all the times you’ve put him in fucked up situations. For all of the humiliation and embarrassment that comes with being your best friend. You used to believe that maybe he was just a masochist, or someone who was really into that. But no, that wasn’t it. It’s because the universe was slowly, but surely, planning this moment. Meticulously. Calculatingly. Brick by goddamn brick. 

It started off with a dream. 

Usually following your weekly hangouts with your friends, Hyunwoo didn’t let you go home. He didn’t trust you driving yourself while high (or drunk, depending on the vice you chose for the night). And he sure as hell wasn’t sacrificing his own fun to babysit you, so it was just easier to have you sleep over. It used to annoy you, but deep down you always knew he did it for your own safety. 

You had weird dreams whenever you slept in the guest room, to say the least. They were like those insane fever dreams you get when you’re delirious from being sick, or those crazy horror movie-like nightmares that you only ever hear about from others. You’d gotten used to them by this point, chalking them up to the fact that you were under the influence every time you had one. 

But this wasn’t just any dream. It was one of those dreams. 

Imagine the freak out you experienced when you woke up the next morning. You sat up in the pristine sheets quickly, hair disheveled and jaw dropped all the way. It was jarring, to awaken from your peaceful slumber only to realize the star of your sexually-charged fantasy was your best friend. You had never seen Hyunwoo in that kind of light before, especially because you’ve known him for so long. 

You didn’t want to face him so soon after, which is why you got the fuck out of his apartment before he woke up himself. He was confused to find the guest room empty, but shrugged it off upon seeing your text about needing to be somewhere. (It was a lie, obviously, but he didn’t need to know that. Besides, technically, you did need to be somewhere. And that was pacing in your bedroom like a madwoman, trying to figure out how the hell this could happen.)

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Your head was in your hands, between your knees, as you explained the situation to Sumin and Jinsik’s girlfriends. The three of you had planned this girls’ night a couple days ago and it worked out perfectly in your favor. You were driving yourself batshit just keeping this information to yourself. 

“Will you kick my ass for saying I’m not surprised?” Sumin’s girlfriend asks. You shoot her the nastiest of death glares in response. “What? It’s true. It was bound to happen eventually.”

“Listen, Y/N, as the resident freak of our friend group, and you and Hyunwoo being the only single ones, I’m more shocked that nothing has happened between the two of you yet.” Jinsik’s girlfriend adds on sheepishly. 

“I don’t just fuck anything that breathes, though!” You exclaim in defense of yourself. “I’ve never looked at him that way, either. This feels so sudden.”

“The universe works in mysterious ways. It could be trying to tell you something like, ‘Hyunwoo is hot and so are you, therefore, you would make pretty babies.’” Sumin’s girlfriend shrugs her shoulders. She was just like her boyfriend in the sense that she, too, will say things with the utmost confidence. You gawk at her, and the nonchalance of her words. 

“Why would you even say that to me?! I don’t want to think about kids any time soon, let alone think about having them with my best friend since middle school.”

“This might be an unconventional scenario, but I believe in everything happening for a reason. You probably have an attraction to him that goes beyond surface level and you just didn’t know it. This isn’t the end of the world, Y/N. You should take advantage of it, ‘cause chances are something good might come out of it.” Jinsik’s girlfriend pats your back, returning her focus to painting her toenails. 

It was really hard to keep her advice out of your head. 

You wanted to ignore her and the whole wet-dream-about-your-best-friend thing, but it was just entirely too difficult when it kept yelling at you. Loud. Like a blaring alarm clock right beside your damn ear. Like an ambulance siren in the middle of the night.

Every time you tried to avoid Hyunwoo, he managed to worm his way into your day. He texted and asked to hang out the day after you talked to the girls, to which you attempted to deny his request, hitting him with that ‘I’m too tired’ message. He sent you a frowny face, but showed up at your door hours later with some takeout and a tub of your favorite ice cream. This was the cure to exhaustion, apparently. (His words.)

With moments like this coming at you left and right, it was becoming quite the challenge to pretend like Jinsik’s girlfriend’s suggestion didn’t ring true. It seemed near impossible, too, since you couldn’t stop fucking dreaming about him. It was as if everything was pulling you towards him and the only person trying to put a stop to it was, well, you. 

It was nothing against Hyunwoo. From the stories you’ve heard about his previous partners, he’s not only a good significant other, but good in other areas too. It was entirely the fact that your friendship has withstood the test of time. You weren’t sure if you couldn’t handle the change, or if he even saw you remotely the same. What if you told him and you ruined everything? It didn’t just affect the two of you, but also your entire friend group and its dynamic. 

But maybe this was worse. You were doing everything in your power to steer clear of him. And you were pretty sure he was starting to notice. Usually you would give into his second attempt to hang out with you by now. You really had to have hated him for one reason or another. You didn’t even let him sit next to you during the weekly hangout. That’s how he knew something was up. Sitting next to him meant he would roll for you, but you didn’t even bring out your pink rolling paper. 

The girls kept glaring at you when you made eye contact, especially because they knew what you were doing and you were doing it so painfully blatantly. Hyunwoo wasn’t helping either. He looked good. Really really good. And those were thoughts you never could’ve imagined having. You could even feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head, lips pulled into a pout.

As the night drew to a close, and all your friends were leaving, you also wanted to slip out along with them. You figured if you didn’t sleep in the guest room, if you had an excuse to keep your distance, everything would go back to normal. You’d stop dreaming about your best friend in the most inappropriate of ways. You could be alone with him without thinking of jumping his bones. Your weekly hangouts would return to the way they were only a week ago. It was honestly, in your opinion, a foolproof plan.

Except you did not factor in that you were, in fact, a fool yourself.

“Y/N, wait,” Hyunwoo calls just as you’re going to dash out of his front door. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Jinsik and Sumin’s girlfriends turn to you at the last second, one winking at you and the other giving you a thumbs up. (It’s pretty obvious which of them did what.) You had never wanted the ground to swallow you whole so badly. This was not a part of your plan. 

“What is it?” You try to mask the quiver in your tone.

“Why were you trying to leave just now? You always sleep over after we hang out.” He asks, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. We must stay focused, brothers. We must stay focused.

“I didn’t smoke,” you say matter of factly. “Didn’t think I had to.”

“That’s what this is actually about,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. “You never turn down smoking, not even if you have to be up early the next day. And you’ve been avoiding me like I’m the fucking plague. What’s going on?”

“What are you talking about…?” Your voice trails off and your eyes dart to the floor. You may have been a master manipulator when it came to other douchebags your age, but never when it came to Hyunwoo. He could read you like you were an open book, pages on full display for him. He can’t stop the humorless snort that comes out when you say that.

“I’m not an idiot, Y/N. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. You didn’t smoke, because you knew if you were sober, I wouldn’t make you stay over. But I know there’s a reason you didn’t want to sleep here and it’s the same reason you kept coming up with lame ass excuses not to see me this week. So, just tell me what it is so we can move on.” Hyunwoo rarely gets mad at you. The last time he told you off was when you used him as a scapegoat to get out of seeing that guy, and there was validity in that. Other than what was necessary, the two of you didn’t fight. You were both so laid back that arguing over petty things seemed pointless. It was why you got along so well, why you’ve been best friends for so long.

Right now, however, his chest heaving slightly out of anger and frustration, you think he looks so attractive. Perhaps the girls were onto something when they said you should go for it. The dim lighting and the faint haze from earlier’s smoking in his living room does wonders for his already alluring appearance. You probably should’ve deflected a little more, should’ve bit your tongue a little harder, but staring at him has you confessing faster than the speed of light.

“You wanna know why I can’t be near you, Hyunwoo?” You’re taken aback by your own impulsivity, but you’re far too deep into it to stop. “Because if I’m alone with you, I might risk everything.”

“Wha—?”

“I had a sex dream about you last week,” you explain, not believing how bold you’re being despite boldness making up around 85% of your personality. “And I’ve had one every night since. I’m sorry for pushing you away, but it was either that, or throwing away nine years of friendship for another one of my stupid decisions.”

“Y/N,” he starts, and you think it’s over. “I’ve had those about you, too. More times than I should admit, really, but I knew avoiding you would just make things complicated. Instead, I forced myself to pretend it wasn’t you I was dreaming about.”

You blink at him. Was it this simple all along? Essentially, you had just done what he was trying not to do. So much for not making a stupid decision for once. Oops…

“You— you do?” Apparently that was all you took from that, though. Hyunwoo laughs, and you swear he’s the finest man on the damn planet.

“I’m not blind. You’re the prettiest girl I know, Y/N. Besides, it’s a bit difficult not to when we talk about our sex lives with each other so frequently. I am a guy. I get curious.” He shrugs. You have a sixth sense for when a dude is just glazing you so he can get in your pants. That’s not what this is. The compliment is a genuine one coming from him, and you’re certain that’s what has the heat rising under your skin.

“What exactly do you get curious about?” You step closer to Hyunwoo, his hands sliding out of his hoodie pocket. His fingers draw circles on your bicep, before gliding down your arm with pressure as light as a feather. You watch as he traces every last inch of you with dark, sharp eyes.

“If you’re actually as good at sucking dick as you say you are,” he admits shamelessly. “And since I’ve dreamt about it so many times, I always wonder how gorgeous you’d look underneath me.”

“Oh my god…” Your eyes squeeze shut, forehead falling to his shoulder.

“But it doesn’t matter, ‘cause that’s a discussion for another day. I wanna know what your dream was about. The first one.” He cups your cheek, lifting your head so you’re looking into his lust filled irises with your own. Part of you feels both shocked and embarrassed by the sudden cockiness that’s come over him, while the primal part of you wants more of it. 

“We— it was during one of our group hangouts… I said something that pissed you off and we, um, went into your room so we wouldn’t annoy everyone else with our argument,” it’s easy to recall what happened in it, seeing as it’s replayed during your sleep over and over again the past few nights. “I don’t remember what you said, but next thing I knew, we were kissing and things escalated quickly… We, uh, got each other off and then I rode you…”

Talking about sexually explicit matters has never been an issue for you. You were likely the most comfortable one in your friend group to have conversations about it. For some reason, that isn’t the case at the moment. You’re shy as you recount the events, tripping over your, usually confident, words. Telling your best friend the dirty scenario you dreamt of him does that to a person, you suppose. 

“Are you saying we fucked while everyone else was still here?” He clarifies, and when you nod in response, he practically groans out loud. “I think I might cry right now.”

“Wha— why?!” You’re alarmed. Maybe you were taking it too far by being detailed. Maybe—

“Baby, I’d give anything to have everybody hear me fuck you silly,” he interrupts the start of a crash-out, the pet name producing butterflies that flutter around aggressively in your stomach. “Honestly, if I don’t get to do that soon, regardless of having an audience, I’ll probably fall over and die.”

You make the mistake of glancing down, catching sight of the stiffness in his sweatpants. It proves to be difficult to ignore the tension fogging up the living room, more so when you clench around nothing. There was no turning back from this. The chances of you also dying if you didn’t have sex with Hyunwoo tonight were extremely high. You were beginning to feel unbearable amounts of desperation. 

Of course, you do what any sensible individual does in this situation; You kiss him.

You kiss him as if your life depends on it, because as you mentioned previously, it kind of does. Thankfully, he kisses back with just as much fervor. His lips slot with yours perfectly, like missing puzzle pieces finding their way to each other. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging on the ends every time he licks into your mouth experimentally. Hyunwoo walks the two of you backwards until the backs of his knees hit the sofa, falling into a seated position with you on top of him. 

He isn’t afraid to explore your body, groping you everywhere he feels fit. His touch leaves fire in its wake and you’re starting to grow needier. Your whines are soft in his ears, sounds of pure desire stuffing them full like cotton. If it was the only thing he could ever listen to again, he wouldn’t mind one bit. Hyunwoo wastes not a single second pulling off your sweatshirt and tossing it haphazardly onto the floor, mouth attaching to the smooth skin of your neck and chest. 

The thin material of your leggings does absolutely nothing to aid the friction between you as you grind down in his lap. It actually aggravates you further, your brows furrowing together. He can tell that you’re getting fidgety, but he’s enjoying watching you squirm because of him entirely too much. However, rolling your hips over his aching hard-on is starting to distract him from his current task. His hands pause their wandering in favor of stilling them, while he continues to suck and nibble on the pillowy mounds of your breasts. Your bra straps are slipping off your shoulders and the cups are doing an awful job at protecting them. 

“‘S not enough, Hyun,” you whine, head tilting back when his kisses inch up the exposed column of your throat. “I need m-more.”

“Shhhh, baby, I’ve got you. I know,” he hums, speaking into your jawline as he nips at it. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise. Just hold on a little longer for me, okay? I don’t wanna rush this.”

Your heart stutters behind your ribcage, beating rapidly when he says that. It’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard, and maybe it has to do a little with the fact that it’s coming from him, but that’s not the whole of it. It also has to do with how special he makes you out to be, like you’re not just someone he’s trying to fuck and wash his hands of afterwards. You mean a lot more than that to him. 

So you nod and agree to stave off for now, attempting to focus on his thumbs rubbing soothingly on your hips rather than the wet patch that’s spreading on the front of your panties. Once he believes that he’s kissed every possible space on the surface of your skin, he brings you down to reconnect your lips. You’d think, the sheer volume of pining and hunger that you felt for one another would have this moving at a faster pace. You half expected your clothes to be off in the blink of an eye and for all of it to be over within mere minutes. But Hyunwoo drags it out, almost as if he doesn’t want the night to end. 

He kisses you like you’re the very source of love and light, like having his mouth on yours is the secret to eternal life. No one has ever kissed you this way before. No one has ever made you feel like you’re more than just a warm body. Guys that you’ve hooked up with in the past didn’t even care for foreplay, let alone kissing. And if they did, it was them on the receiving end. He treats you like you hung the stars in the sky. 

You pull away and he chases after you, pouting when you put your finger to his lips. “As much as I’m enjoying this, and enjoying you, if we don’t do anything soon, I think I’m gonna be the one who cries.”

“Can you remind me what it was that we did in your dream first?” He asks when your hand falls between your laps. You can feel how much he wants you, how much he needs you, but he’s exhibiting self restraint you didn’t know was possible. It all appears to be in favor of putting your pleasure at the forefront of tonight, ensuring that you’re the one satisfied by the end of it. It’s driving you fucking insane. 

“Well…” You trail off as you press your hand to the crotch of his sweatpants, applying a small amount of pressure to elicit a groan from him. “I remember doing something like this…”

Hyunwoo’s hold on your hips tightens, his eyelids falling heavy when you start palming him. You take a brief second to remove your leggings, so you’re in nothing but your bra and underwear. He follows along, discarding his hoodie and pants just as quickly. You resume your ministrations, straddling him once again. He swallows thickly. “Then what?”

“And then…” You take his own hand and guide it to your core, allowing him to feel the dampness of your panties and its stickiness. He figures out what to do from there, pushing the lacy fabric to the side and running his index finger through your slit. Another whine escapes you after finally receiving some sort of relief from the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. “F-fuck, I don’t think I can— I’m not s-sure I can t-talk through this.”

“I’ve got it from here, baby, don’t worry.” Without disrupting his work, Hyunwoo leans up to kiss your jaw. You can feel the curve of a smile against your skin. 

He repeatedly drags his finger through your slick, letting it catch at your sensitive clit each time. Your own hand is shaky as it pulls his underwear down enough to free his cock, your mouth almost watering at such a pretty sight. The tip leaks a pearl of precum and your thumb swipes it away, spreading it all over the head. He hisses at the contact, but doesn’t falter with his own agenda. 

After teasing each other a little more, you both finally give into the temptation. You jerk off his dick while he slips two fingers inside of your empty cunt, simultaneous moans falling from your conjoined lips. You don’t risk looking down at your work, or his for that matter, because you know you’ll crumble faster than you ever have. It’s so overwhelming, but still it’s not enough. With the week you’ve had, and everything building up to this moment, being one with Hyunwoo is the only way to satiate the flame of desire. 

His fingers curl in the crook of your pussy and you all but cry out into his mouth, increasing the strength of your grip on his cock. He hisses, pressing his thumb to your clit in response. You separate from his lips and he follows again, not wanting to part from you. 

“Baby,” you start, gasping when his fingers speed up. He’s so distracting, your brain is forgetting how to communicate to your mouth. The words are sitting on the tip of your tongue, but they stay stuck there. 

���Hmm?” Hyunwoo hums, leaving kisses on your neck and chest since you denied him of your lips. 

“I can’t— I need—” You shake your head, halting your actions and grabbing his wrist gently. “I need more. I want you… So so bad.”

The way he looks at you when you say this, you’d think you were the prettiest, shiniest thing on earth. Maybe you were some sort of heroine in your past life. What else would you have done to deserve such appreciation? You’re beginning to believe that there was more to Hyunwoo’s feelings about you. It had to be deeper than just the occasional wet dream about his best friend. There was emotion in his eyes and his kisses.

And there was a very real chance that it was the same for you.

“C’mere,” he says softly, lowering you on his lap so you’re eye level. “Tell me what you want so I can give it to you.”

And now he’s so close, but so far. The heat of him is calling to you, like he was a siren luring you in further and further. This line of friendship that you were so determined not to cross has finally blurred to the point that there isn’t a possibility you didn’t already cross it. You just stare at him with something different, a glint in your gaze that communicates what you were afraid of speaking out loud. 

“I—“ Your breath catches in your throat. “First, I need you to answer me honestly.”

“Y/N, when have I ever lied to you?” 

“Do you love me?” You ask him, a little unsure why that’s the question you asked when there were a million others you could have picked. He’s taken aback by it, and you don’t really blame him when it came completely from left field. However, he regains control of his bearings rather quickly. 

“Do I love you?” He parrots, and you kind of regret asking this now; while you’re both naked and vulnerable. 

“I know you love me as a friend. There’s no way you don’t, considering how long we’ve known each other. But are you doing this because you’re horny and need a temporary fix, or is this more than that for you?” See, this is exactly why you wanted to just avoid the situation entirely. This is why you wanted to act like you never had that dream, to salvage your friendship from what your sleeping state had already tainted. 

“Y/N,” Hyunwoo says gently, cupping both hands under your jaw. “Let’s think for a second. Would I ever do something as low as fucking you just for the thrill of it? This means something to me. It always has. I didn’t want to say anything and scare you ‘cause I know the way your head works.”

“Okay…” Your voice isn’t much louder than a whisper, nodding slowly before you kiss him once more. This time it’s sweeter, gentler than the others. So many things that aren’t just lust are translated into it. 

“Okay?” He curls his lips into a smile, pulling you closer and flipping you so your back rests on the couch. He hovers over you, his nose brushing yours delicately. He cares for you like you’re made of the finest china, as if one wrong move might shatter you. It’s completely different than how he is in your friendship, but the duality does nothing except amplify your need for him. 

“Okay.” You repeat, closing the gap between your mouths without hesitation. 

So maybe the entire thing was a little unconventional. Here you are, laid out on your best friend’s sofa with his dick sliding into you as if this was a normal Friday night activity. His lips move against yours like it’s muscle memory. But above all, you don’t think you could have it any other way. Each kiss, each gasp, each caress of skin on skin— it’s so perfect to you and you’re glad you threw caution in the wind this time around. Unconventionality wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. 

Hyunwoo bottoms out with a grunt, forehead falling to your shoulder as both of you adjust to him finally being inside of you. He’s so warm, pulsating like a second heartbeat between your legs. Your eyes all but roll to the back of your head, the pleasure nearly unbearable. Had you put aside your pride long ago, you might not have had to deal with incompetent partners in the past. Perhaps you could’ve had this all to yourself sooner. 

He rears his hips back slowly, just to snap them into yours rhythmically, finding a pace that doesn’t tire him out but gives you that push towards sweet relief. He kisses your shoulder where his forehead once was, one hand gripping onto your hip for dear life and the other pressing your thigh almost parallel to your chest. The angle is delicious, allowing him to dive deep in your pussy and reach where no one has before. 

“How are you doing, baby?” Hyunwoo suddenly asks, voice slightly straining. You whimper in response, too hypnotized by his cock to conjure a proper, coherent sentence. He tsks teasingly, lips tip-toeing along your jaw. “That’s not an answer. Use your words.”

“It feels…” You trail off as you search for the right response, only to be interrupted with a high-pitched moan when he switches up his speed. “G-Good god, Hyun… It feels s-so good…”

He smiles at your struggle, then resumes his focus on providing you maximum bliss. Your friendship has always been based on the banter between the two of you. Joking and messing around with each other was part of the foundation that maintained your relationship. You had a sharp tongue, hitting him with witty one-liners for the sake of keeping him on his toes. However, right now, seeing you so pliant beneath him, practically crumbling through his fingers, he thinks he could get used to this. 

You can hardly keep your eyes open, lashes obscuring the majority of your vision. With other guys, it’s taken anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour to build up the pressure in your core. And that’s if you were lucky. There were more times than you could count on a single hand where you didn’t get to finish at all. This time, Hyunwoo has you inching towards the edge quicker than you’ve gotten yourself. 

He can tell, too, if the way your walls contract and flutter around him are anything to go by. “Close?”

“Mhm…” You whine, back arching off of the couch in an attempt to minimize the space between you. Your arms wrap around Hyunwoo’s neck, fingers linking so you can kiss him again. He continues to hold down your hip, but migrates his thumb to your clit to further guide the process. 

The fire underneath your skin burns hot and by just applying pressure to that sensitive bundle of nerves down south, he’s tipping you towards your climax without a warning. The sound that comes out of you is foreign, loud and damn-near pornographic. He eats it up, swallowing it as he kisses you like you’re the center of the universe. Your body is so exhausted, but it lets him overstimulate it until he’s ready to reach his own peak. 

When you’ve both come down from your state of euphoria, the weight of the moment dawns on you vividly. You take a second to stare, eyes tracing the curve of Hyunwoo’s face and the drops of sweat that follow his hairline to the tip of his nose and his jaw. He starts to tidy up after yourselves, collecting your clothing and running to grab some fresh ones. He returns with a clean pair of his underwear and a t-shirt for you, as well as a glass of water and a washcloth. You’re not sure how you could be so blind as to not see how beautiful your best friend is until now. And not just beautiful in the shallow, appearance-concentrated kind of way, but beautiful in every aspect imaginable. 

He’s always the first person you talk to in the morning, and the last one you talk to before you go to sleep. He knows your favorite color and your favorite movie. He remembers your order from every restaurant you’ve ever visited together, and could pick something you’d like from somewhere new. He has a solution for every scenario, whether you’re happy, sad, or angry. He pretends to get into horrific accidents to save you from weird guys that you go out with, even though he gives you pushback for it. 

Choi Hyunwoo isn’t flawless, but he’s perfect to you. And he’s perfect for you. He’s your rock and your anchor. He’s your warm fuzzy blanket on a cold day. He’s your breath of fresh air on a cool summer night after a long day of sweltering heat. He’s absolutely everything you need and more, and you’d be an idiot if you didn’t recognize that now, or ever. 

“You’ve been glaring at me for a while… Whatcha thinking about?” He asks after helping you redress. (You were capable of doing that by yourself, but you can’t deny that you like the attention.)

“I’m kinda lucky, aren’t I?” 

“Huh?” His eyebrows furrow together as he stands from the couch and he drops the washcloth in his hands. “What are you talking about?”

“For all that I am, all the fuck-ups and the impulsive choices that I make, I somehow managed to end up with you by my side. I’ve dragged you into some unbelievable situations and you’ve never once hated me. Isn’t that crazy?” You elaborate. Hyunwoo forgets all about the washcloth, sitting next to you again. 

“I’d never leave you, Y/N,” he says seriously, one arm slung around the backrest of the sofa and the other in your lap. “When I said tonight meant something to me, I was serious. Aside from, like, my mom, you’re the most important girl in my life. I would never jeopardize our friendship over something like a wet dream. If I didn’t see you for you, if I didn’t already see my future with you, I wouldn’t put you in an intimate position. This is where it ends for me, I don’t want anyone else.”

“Promise?” You can’t help feeling small as you seek reassurance. 

“I swear to you, baby. You’re so precious to me.” Hyunwoo confirms. That’s all you need to hear to lean in for another kiss, this one filled with unbridled love and affection. Men used to go to wars to experience this kind of longing and pining, but Choi Hyunwoo wouldn’t change anything for the world as long as he had you. 

It looks like your questionable decisions paid off after all. 

© 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏.

[altpersonacuzv0r3]

A naga, a prey and the devil

TW: Fatal vore, unwilling prey

(Something rushed, unorganized and superflous, that was also funny to make)

Whenever Teto is walking around the village's edges with his boyfriend, interwined hands and everything, he likes to tell nosy passersby "he is pregnant with my triplets" instead of the boring "he is a naga who has just eaten, so his prey is still in his first stomach". Smart people usually take the hint and the atmosphere is nice again. But some jerks simply don't understand. Most people decided to ignore his ridicolous words. Especially when they were so easily proven fake, it was obvious there was someone inside. Anyone would see the franctic movements, the strange bumps, and listen to the pleas amidst the stomach's groans.

Even if Teto knows how impresing his darling is, it is extremely annoying to find them staring while he, the boyfriend, is right there. Annoying enough that he wanted to help them live the whole oh-so-astonishing experience themselves. He knows it very well; first step to make them lower their guard is acting as he normally would. "Don't you belive me? I promise you it is true. What's more, come closer and check it yourself" Facing such affable expression and his reputation as a sweet boy, they joined the "joke". Commiting the very unfortunate mistake of entering grasping distance. Unknowingly, they ended up walking towards their end.

As always, they took the bait. Now, Teto's job was done. His naga would take care of the rest. Actually, it was as though the hunger switch within the crature had been flipped again. "Let me show you" it says while forcefully grabing the poor's bastard hand "You'll see it by yourself". With no chances against the strong arms pushing them inside the naga's mouth, they soon entered the esophagus, which dutifully delivered them to the stomach. Even from outside one could tell it was cramped, but the beast seemed content with the extra weight and pressure. It made a show of caressing its distended belly.

What a wonderful sight! Providing for his naga was such a nice feeling. His sweetheart seemed really pleased and for Teto there is absolutely nothing better than that (except getting rid of rude boyfriend stealers).

-A small distraction for today, cartoonish-

Borrador en Español, por si a alguien le interesa

Me parece increíble que, cuando Teto recorre las afueras de la aldea con su novio, él prefiera decir a los pasantes "es que está embarazado, son trillizos" en vez de "es una naga que acaba de comer y su presa apenas está en su primer estomago". Lo ha hecho siempre, suele ser suficiente para animar el ambiente. Pero los entrometidos no lo entienden. La mayoría de personas ignoran sus palabras absurdas. Es fácil desmentirlas cuando claramente pueden ver y escuchar a alguien moviéndose frenéticamente ahí dentro, suplicando por piedad en medio de los rugidos de tripas.

Si bien Teto sabe que su querido es impresionante, le irrita que se le queden viendo estando él, su novio, presente. Otro nombre a la lista negra. Si tanto les asombra, está dispuesto a ayudarlos a vivir la experiencia completa. Debe hacer que bajen la guardia, así que actúa como lo haría normalmente.

"¿De verdad no me crees? Anda, acércate y compruébalo" y ante su pinta de niño bueno, cualquiera pecaba de ingenuo. Sin saberlo, terminaban dando el paso hacia su ruina.

Una vez lanzado el anzuelo, la naga se encarga del resto. "Déjame mostrarte", dice mientras sujeta las manos del pobre diablo. ¡Fantástico! Su amado parece muy complacido, y no hay cosa que Teto disfrute más (excepto deshacerse de patanes molestos).

[abarbaricyalp]

Seeing people complain about a slow fandom when they themselves are not even a lurker is-- como se dice-- fucking annoying

[crimsonwing]

"Heard the pay is really good too." Rebeca continued to muse. "Guess it has to be. You couldn't convince me otherwise to stay such a long time in that place just operating a large torch."

"I see, if he's at the bakery, then..." Thomas seemed lost in thought.

"Oh? And what are you planning, if I might ask?" said Rebeca, in a teasing tone.

"Oh, really. First my height and now this. You're getting real good at making stories." replied Thomas in jest.

"Says the giant." she retorted "C'mon! I won't tell!"

"It's not much, I swear. He just owes me a favor with that carriage of his."

"Sure, and I-"

"Excuse me, ma'm. How much are the oranges?" interrupted a sailor.

"Oh, hello! It's one copper coin a piece." Rebeca replied

"Give me five."

"Roger!"

Thomas decided this was a good moment to retire, and started walking away. "Alright, I'll be going then."

"Hey, wait! It's still so early!"

"Sorry, no time to lose. You got your oranges, I got my fish!"

"Bailing on me! Betrayal!"

"Oh, don't fret about it. You're invited for dinner at my place. It's on grandma. I'll fill you on the whole thing there." Thomas said in a chipper tone.

"Deal. Don't think we're done with this conversation, mister!"

"Oh, you'll love it. It's some prime gossip."

"Pft, always so secretive" Rebeca mused to herself, seeing Thomas walk away. Equal parts cute and annoying, she thought.

-----

----- "He oído que la paga es buena, también" continuó Rebeca "Tiene que serlo. De otro modo a mi no me convencerías de pasar tanto tiempo encerrada para operar una linterna." "Ya veo, entonces está en la panadería..." Thomas parecía estar perdido en sus pensamientos. "¿Oh? ¿Y ahora qué tramas, si se puede saber?" "En serio, entre mi estatura y esto, te estás volviendo buena con eso de las historias." "Dice el gigante." replicó Rebeca "¡Vamos! Te juro que no le digo a nadie" "En serio que noes para tanto. Solo me debe un favor con su carreta." "Seguro, y yo-" "Disculpe, señorita ¿Cuánto cuestan las naranjas?" interrumpió un marinero. "¡Ah, hola! Es una moneda de cobre por cada una." "Deme cinco" "Hecho." Thomas decidió que esta era una buena oportunidad para retirarse "De acuerdo, me voy." "¡Oye, espera! ¡Todavía no acabamos!" "¡No hay tiempo que perder! Tu tienes tus naranjas, yo mis pescados." "¡Me abandonas! ¡Traidor!" "Oh, no te preocupes por eso. Estás invitada a cenar en mi casa esta noche. Cortesía de la abuela. Ahí te cuento todo el chisme." Dijo Thomas con un tono jovial. "Hecho. No creas que hemos terminado con esta conversación, señorito." "Oh, te va a encantar. Está de lujo." "Siempre con sus secretos." Comento Rebeca para si misma. Un rasgo tan divertido como molesto.

[sluttysnowangel666]

sorry i had to turn off my anon asks bc ppl were just getting a little tewwwww como se dice… annoying. at the end of the day this is my writing, not all of my characters will fall on one trope, if someone requests a character a certain way i’m still gonna end up doing the story however i want and however will lead to the best written outcome, whether that’s how my fanon character is or not . pls refer to my cregan stories to see how vastly different he can be written by me.

my asks are still open for requests/ head cannons so if you have any i ask that you please send them and i will still keep you anonymous and not post ur ask(unless stated otherwise )

hopefully this is just for the meantime bc i like having anon asks open. ty for understanding ❤️

[sonyclasica]

RUDY MANCUSO

MÚSICA: ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK

Milan Records publica MÚSICA (ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK) con música del director, coguionista y protagonista de la película, RUDY MANCUSO. Disponible ya en todas partes, el álbum contiene temas originales escritos por Mancuso para su película semiautobiográfica, que el multihomónimo caracteriza como un "musical antimusical".

Consíguelo AQUÍ

A diferencia de los musicales tradicionales, Mancuso quería que la película entrelazara a la perfección su música con los diálogos y los sonidos diegéticos, lo que llevó al equipo de rodaje a interpretar y grabar la mayor parte de la música en directo en el plató, en lugar de en un estudio. La música rinde homenaje a menudo a la herencia brasileña de Mancuso, con tambores de samba y la cuica creando un paisaje sonoro inspirado en la bossa nova y el funk brasileño. La colección resultante de 18 canciones refleja la rica y vibrante banda sonora de la vida y la carrera de Mancuso. MUSICA se acaba de estrenar en Prime Video - mira el tráiler.

Sobre la banda sonora, RUDY MANCUSO dice: "Tuvimos la idea de utilizar la música y el cine y contar historias de una manera que nunca habíamos visto. Está sucediendo, está entrelazada con el diálogo y la historia. No es una separación. Juega con las convenciones diegéticas y no diegéticas: ¿Es la partitura lo que estoy oyendo o está sucediendo en la escena?".

ACERCA DE MÚSICA

Basada en el escritor, director y estrella Rudy Mancuso, Música es una historia de amor que sigue a un aspirante a creador con sinestesia, que debe enfrentarse a un futuro incierto, mientras navega por las presiones del amor, la familia y su cultura brasileña en Newark, Nueva Jersey.

MÚSICA (ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK)

TRACKLISTING –

1. DINER

2. CHANGE YOUR WAYS (feat. Andy Muschietti)

3. SHIT

4. FISH MARKET

5. IRONBOUND FAIR

6. THE PARK

7. BUS RIDES

8. CHANGE IS GOOD (feat. Andy Muschietti)

9. MARIA'S SALON

10. HOSPITAL

11. RHYTHM OF LIES

12. ISABELLA

13. CHANGE THE CHANGE

14. LOSER MONTAGE

15. I'M A BITCH (feat. Diego The Puppet)

16. ISABELLA (Reprise)

17. WHY IS EVERYONE ANNOYING? (feat. Diego The Puppet)

18. MÚSICA

SOBRE RUDY MANCUSO

Rudy es un director de cine con varios sobrenombres que está trabajando en su primer largometraje, MÚSICA. Rudy dirigió, co-escribió, protagonizó, y compuso la música para la película que se establece en Amazon con Wonderland Producing. Músico autodidacta, Mancuso ha publicado cinco singles, ha actuado como telonero de Justin Bieber en su Brasil natal durante la gira Purpose World Tour, ha actuado en el emblemático Hollywood Bowl para la película Coco Live-To-Film Concert Experience de Disney Pixar y ha incorporado canciones e instrumentos a sus vídeos de YouTube. Como director, ha creado dos impresionantes vídeos musicales de una sola toma para "Celoso" y "Bloqueo" de Lele Pons, así como "Stories From Our Future", una colaboración única con Netflix. Ya sea a través de la música, la comedia de sketches u otro medio, Rudy Mancuso es un narrador nato comprometido con la difusión de la alegría a millones de personas en todo el mundo.

 Sony Music Masterworks abarca los sellos Masterworks, Sony Classical, Milan Records, XXIM Records y Masterworks Broadway. Para recibir información y actualizaciones por correo electrónico visita www.sonymusicmasterworks.com/

[nevalizona]

Been thinking about the early days of Genevieve and Connor dating, which just led me to think about what kind of guy Connor is when he first starts liking a lady.

I think he tends to get a little... como se dice... "attached"/"possessive" (for lack of better words) early on. He sees a lady he likes. He's gotta at least talk to her and figure her out. He's charismatic, so he knows how to talk to her, but he does come on strong (always has). If she's into that great, they can keep talking. If not, she can go her own way, even if it does annoy him a little. His ego is big, and he's always been a teensy bit weird about being rejected ever since a girl he liked in high school and then another one when he was in college turned him down.

He's easy enough to talk to, even if slightly off-putting. He has a nice smile, and I think ladies really appreciate that/notice it right off the bat. He is a bit dated when it comes to some of his beliefs about men and women, so that could be a major turn-off, I suppose. But that usually doesn't rear its ugly head until at least a date or two. Either way, I don't think he has too hard of a time dating, but he very much prefers being in a relationship.

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

como se dice peeved that when i switched from gel to injections i asked if we could do weekly instead of biweekly or monthly because i was concerned about the impact of hormone cycling on my health and she was like oh yeah of course! :D and then i go to get my injection and she set me up for biweekly and here on week 2 i havent been able to sit up for any amount of time without pain and i can only remember like half of my vocabulary and i so caught in simple tasks that it takes minutes of hard thought to remember things like "whats the next step to going to the bathroom" and "after deciding what to eat i have to go to the fridge and get it". i dont know if it was a clerical error or she forgot or she actually decided to lie to me but this is actually a very important medication to me so im fucking annoyed at the consequences of going without it for reasoms completely out of my control

[mssapphire]

yo quiero que los taradoprogres me expliquen bien por qué van de defensores de la humanidad al mismo tiempo que le tienen un desdén absoluto a toda la gente que no piense como ellos.

like, de verdad me van a decir en serio que en el año de nuestro señor 2022 todavía hay gente por ahí que necesita "ser concienciada" sobre el cambio climático como si no lleváramos dos generaciones enteras (y contando) recibiendo educación al respecto desde el colegio?

y que además esta gente que al parecer está unaware del cambio climático y por eso necesita ver a unos niñatos lanzándole una sopa a un cuadro, no está lo suficientemente educada para saber de la crisis medio ambiental pero sí para saber lo que es un cuadro de van Gogh y ofenderse por todo el percal. right.

are these people who are unaware of climate change here in the room with us right now?

Sin debatir sobre su eficacia, también estoy viendo gente defender el activismo "to raise awareness" (y nada más), pero al mismo tiempo decir que los activistas no tienen por qué educar a nadie porque la gente tendría que buscarse la vida.

Y no olvidemos el comentario más sustancioso de todos: es que los ricos, joer, que tienen la culpa de todo. ammrite? (qué ricos? por qué tienen la culpa de todo? cuáles son las relaciones entre ricos - poder - capital - cambio climático? eso no se responde porque ya tendrías que saberlo).

Qué casualidad que todos los takes acaban concluyendo que todos los que no piensen como ellos son unos sheepl que necesitan ponerse a pensar en las cosas (no como ellos, que ya lo tienen todo pensao y son unos iluminaos pero no esperen que vengan a explicarnos nada porque ya eso es cosa de cada quien).

ok 👌

qué perecita, de verdad. sobre todo los expertos con plataforma que ya tendrían que ponerse a trabajar un rato y explicar las cosas bien para ejercer como divulgadores que son. ah no, que ellos no están aquí para educar sino que son hablapaja profesionales. got it.

[sangreluxuria-moved]

klaus when he literally refers to his siblings as “brother/sister” more than their ... idk ... actual names.

[panamanianturkeyfighting]

y’all be like: “look at this frame. Naruto LOVED sakura when he was thirteen.” like bitch and I LOVED ross lynch. and he’s OLD NOW. and KINDA UGLY. what’s ur point?

[lapdecker]

u capture the peak essence of the Annoyed By Lucifer™ starter pack and i love it

* beep beep how’s my portrayal?

jslkdfjksdl chloe is so done with him it’s amazing tYSM ANGEL ILY

[louwangji]

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