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N, V and Uzi are all tuckered out after a big fight snd they just eep together :3c
And so it shall be mwuahaha- but V is being soft cause no one is looking.
#nvuzi#nuziv#envuzi#murder drones#uzi doorman#murder drones fanart#V murder drones#serial designation v#serial designation n#n murder drones#md n#md v#md uzi#murder drones n#murder drones v#murder drones uzi#uzi md#n md#anyway i love them#JUST WANT THEM TO HAVE A NICE BREAK AND B HAPPY#also a sweet V sammich#k byyeeee#mimes doodles#mime answers
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This post is why I don’t fuck with a majority of ppl. And why I hate the mentality of like ‘well they are nice to me’ and see you confining in them about this not even in a spreading drama kind of way and they claim to be your friend but still go out their way to be theirs also is a breach of trust for me and I will not be friends with you. And it’s cool don’t worry, I got me. But there is a reason I don’t associate with certain ppl anymore.
Especially ppl who KNOW the truth and choose to ignore it. And I’m talking purely about ppl who have not acknowledged their fowl behavior, and made no effort to change and think they are doing nothing wrong. Ya’ll who continue to flock to them and show them love and not stand up when they are clearly doing something wrong are nothing enablers and I don’t want that shit in my life. It’s gross.
#seriously I’ve seen it down to my face#cuz they don’t wanna lose their writing partner or ships#and I’m just glad to know where you’re priorities are k thx byyeeee#and ppl who are like ‘I would like to see for myself and make my own judgement’ that is only fine#if it’s not a friend telling you#mutual at a mutual? sure#but if I am you’re FRIEND#and I’m telling you HOW and WHY and WHO hurt me#and you say you love me and you’re response is ‘well they are nice to me’#bye#ooc. // 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬
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hello everyone! people on the agere sub on reddit were really enthusiastic about the idea of me trying to make a new social media site just for sfw age regressors (for reasons that are in my pinned post but the short version is that ive been lonely as a regressor and noticed that other existing sites have their issues due to not necessarily being made for us specifically).
because a lot of people said they really wanted me to go for it, i made a formal interest survey so i can see if it's actually a good idea and find out what kind of features the community would want if i went for it.
if you're interested in having a site just for us, please take a moment to take my survey! if you know anyone who would be interested in having one, please share the link to them -> tinyurl.com/marshmelman <- or send them this cute little flyer!
k thnx byyeeee
#agere#age regressor#age regression#agere blog#agere community#safe agere#sfw agere#age dreaming#sfw agedre#agedre community#safe agedre
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I was bored last night so uhhh...
You ever heard of Street Fighter: Spec. Ops?
(Left-to-right) Code K, Dark Bolt, Psycho Weapon, Red Cyclone, Sean Matsuda, Sevil Nahte, Sonic Machine
literally nothing prompted this other than my boredom, i don't think this game has had any news in a while lol...
I am still working on my M.U.G.E.N stuff I swear I just can't do it at home bc Fighter Factory doesn't work on laptop for some reason ok byyeeee
#pixel art#sprite art#fighting games#neo geo pocket#street fighter#street fighter: spec ops#street fighter spec ops#mugen#m.u.g.e.n#this mugen game is p cool btw#i've not played it myself but i've had a few of the characters separately and they're very well made#also it's like the longest-running mugen game or smt idk#it's so funny to me that sean isn't changed at all btw. he's just... sean#anyway do i tag characters here? they're kinda au chars so idk#i do it anyway >:3#ken masters#code k#chun li#dark bolt#cammy white#psycho weapon#zangief#red cyclone#sean matsuda#lol#m bison#m. bison#sevil nahte#william guile#sonic machine
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welcome
say hello to
SOMEWHERE
it is my latest OC, inspired by alot of things, mainly by the concept / design of the Nowhere King
might use it in the future, but i'm rlly proud of it is here ya go!
if you steal it i will chop up your arm and serve it to you raw
k thanks byyeeee
#OC#original character#Somewhere#traditional art#scary#skull#animal skull#eye#horror#body horror#concept art#art
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Ugh I told you I apologize for the novels in response to your chapters….but I’m not sorry at all lmao. ILYSM!! (Sorry I’m so late to the party…grad school kicked my ass this week so I’m just getting reading) Here we go!
Starting tense with her slipping away without a word. I say tense, not negatively. how you described it as if the moment was made of glass and the slightest sound would break it. It’s painful and beautiful. Girl the fucking way you write Neymar absolutely destroys me. AND THIS IS GOING BACK TO DEFINE ME NEY OKAY. (He holds a special place in my heart) I just…this guy is like a kicked puppy
He nodded “JW gonna write about this, hm?” he poked her nose. His eyes half open. She took hold of his hand.“JW won’t be writing about anything for a while.” “I missed the penalty.” She shook her head “is that why you’re like this?”
What the fuck bro. I know its a Kylian story and I love it, but ney…my poor ney...he needs something good in his life here okay.
Okay back to business. I love how Kylian is taking care of Taylor while she’s taking care of ney. And shout out ney to figuring them out with no help. Like that just goes to show how fucking observant he is, which also speaks to the relationship he has with the two of them. Even while drunk off his ass. smart boy lol.
Alright this is now just becoming an “I love ney and all I want to do is hug this kid to make him feel better” rant. This also just makes me feel so happy about how far their relationship has come since ney found out Taylor was JW. How painfully hurt he was back then, and now he’s throwing it back in her face without any malice towards her. Their friendship is so much stronger and I love how Taylor knows exactly what conversation she needs to have with him. And TAYLOR SAME GIRL PRETENDING NOT TO KNOW WHAT HES THINKING SO IT DOESN’T MAKE IT REAL LMAO. GIRL SAME.
Back with Taylor and Kylian. I just….AH the chemistry they have is intoxicating to read. I’m fucking weak over it. Small spaces, especially airplane bathrooms, the TENSION. I love that they’ve gone from genuine arguing and frustration to straight up just flirting and being cute. “She grinned, slapping his hand off her ass. Her shoulder bumped on his as she finally walked passed him. Proud of herself for his reaction. He bit on his tongue, twisting it in between his lips.” SO FUCKING CUTE. I have no words for when he sits down next to her. Like going from heated, to making me squeal from cuteness as they hold hands underneath the blanket. It's just so sweet I want to cry because they’re so good for each other.
Him pleading with Taylor to come to him when she’s freaking out about the meeting with Galtier has me in a puddle. Taylor is a better woman than i am because how the fuck did she not fold immediately when he’s practically begging her to come to him…AND THEN THE MAN HAS THE AUDACITY TO ACTUALLY SHOW UP WITH FUCKING CAT FOOD?! the whole following sequence is just perfect. So romantic, and hot, and I just wanna die. I MEAN “Hoped she could stay down this rabbit hole with him for the rest of her life.” AND THEN GET SLAPPED WITH “She never minded being on her own but this… this felt nice too.” BRUUUUUHHHHHH. I love that they see each other in the morning, it just makes it so real to me and I’m obsessed with them. Their morning is so domestic and her giving him her keys. R.I.P. me.
GO TAYLOR FOR GETTING THE FULL TIME POSITION. I’m so proud of her she so deserves it with everything she’s been through. I love that there’s finally the post sex talk and it’s absolutely adorable. Her finally opening up and you can see her walls crumbling because of how annoying persistent Kylian is. Her finally admitting how scared she is of the entire situation is so fucking relatable.
YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO ABSOLUTELY KILL ME WITH A SINGLE GOD DAMN SENTENCE. THAT LAST LINE. WHAT THE FUCK OWW. Cannot wait to ch 11 k ilysm byyeeee 😘
NEVER APOLOGIZE
Texts like this the reason i write and i love you so much for taking the time there is no greater gift. I've reread this 5 times because oh my god i love it 😭 i can't wait to hear your thoughts on ch11.
Also define me ney and this ney are basically the same and I've thought of Gabriella doing a cameo multiple times but I'm scared people will be confused ughh😭
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HEY BESTIE 😍
it’s me
hi ✨
I missed the new blog announcement because I suck but here I am and I miss you k byyeeee 💕
omg I miss you. message me on discord!!! 🤍
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YES YOU SEE THE DIETER I SEE! like on insta he'd suddenly drop like 20 pictures with varying degrees of context and his followers are like WHAT IS THIS WHO IS THIS WHAT IS HAPPENING and people try to make get him to comment but he's like im in love k thnx byyeeee
also look me in the eyes and tell me dieter does not do really bad impressions at the worst possible times. he thinks they're dead on but you don't have the heart or desire to tell him they make him look so dorky
i think ive found the dynamic i tend to write in dieter fics: there is only one brain cell in the relationship and mostly it's yours but sometimes the brain cell goes, 'i dont wanna deal with these wackos' and straight up leaves the building 🤷🏻♀️
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rating: T (for cursing and drug use)
pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader
word count: 2160
summary: in order to make a fundraising event bearable, you and Dieter take edibles. When the event runs long, your only chance to make it out alive is to find something to eat.
warnings: drug use (it’s just edibles c’mon you narc), eating, the munchies, messy kissing, dieter bravo being a giant goofball and i hate him, this fic is so self-indulgent i'm embarrassed FOR you, FLUFF
a/n: this one kicked my butt, idk why. But @ravensmadreads says its good so here you go. For my 100 followers event (this is the last one! wow!): @sp00kymulderr asked: Taylor!! Congrats on 100, you’re my favourite blog honestly I check your posts every day just to read your tags lmao. For the celebration can I request some of our sweet boy Dieter with the prompt “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.” it’s absolutely perfect
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After thirty minutes, your eyes are starting to cross. Your high-ribbed dress pinches the soft skin under your tits and the boob tape is starting to chafe your nipples. The ruby red heels have officially given you blisters but the worst – the absolute worst of it – you’re fucking starving.
And the Layaway Barbie at the podium marches on, her big eyes wet and her mouth begging, as she proves to a roomful of donors why they should spend another million in . . . tree-frog rehabilitation. Dieter had been drawn to the little green guys with red eyes on the front of the invitation and as the guest of honor for his “philanthropic” work when he was “dating” a Doctor Without (personal) Borders six years ago, how could he not go?
Let’s take an edible before we go, he said.
Whatever the vibe, it’ll be better if we’re on edibles, honey.
That is the last time you let him convince you of anything while he’s not wearing pants and his hand is down yours.
Your stomach grumbles and you fight back a whine. You make a noise like that and someone will definitely know you’re on drugs. The portly man next you has been staring at you with poorly hidden disgust all night as it is. But for now, his eyes focus in on Layaway Barbie, his loose jowls around his permanently down-turned mouth reminding you of a cartoon character. But which one?
Your eyes narrow at him. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and it comes to you.
“Droopy!” you yelp and immediately clap your hand over your mouth. Your table mates eye you as if you are some society dredge they did not wish to involve themselves with.
You turn as best you can in your seat, ready to either be scolded by Dieter or have him laugh with you, but he does neither.
In fact, cross-armed, low in his seat, he lets out a low snore.
It’ll be fun, he said.
“Dieter!” You hiss. Nothing. His face is relaxed, lips parting as he falls deeper asleep. Irate you didn’t think of it first, you smack him across the knee. “Dieter!”
He jerks, eyelids cracking open briefly, and suddenly he drops his chin again.
“Thank you for your blessing and influence, oh Lord. Am— oh, hey, baby, what’s up?”
“Don’t ‘hey, baby, what’s up’ me. You were asleep and you just faked praying.”
“Better than faking other things,” he yawns loudly, blinks a bit, and realizes the “inspiring” speech (and presentation) is still going on. “Oh, fuck, we’re gonna die here.”
“Can you please keep it down?” The woman to Dieter’s right snaps. “You are making a mockery of a serious and pressing issue facing our society.”
Dieter blinks at her, his arms still across his chest. You can hear the bitch climb up his throat before he even opens his mouth.
“Well, you’re making a mockery of that dress and you don’t see me complaining–,”
You snag him by the hand and pull him away from the table before the woman has the good sense to throw her drink into his face.
He stumbles behind you as you push on the metal bar, the latch clicking, and you both tumble out into the empty hotel hallway. When the event started, everyone had been herded in from the other doors, where the lobby was. This looks like the kind of hallway drunk co-eds wander down while trying to find the bathroom after prom.
Which – ironically –
His big paw clutches your waist as he falls, or rather, stumbles into a tacky maroon and gold wall. In the fumbling under his legs as they overtake you, and keeping the rim of your heels from biting into your already puckered flesh, he manages to pin you beneath him. The instant the smell of his cologne washes over you, the instinct to claw his stupid eyes out evaporates. You sigh, both of his hands cupping your neck.
“Mhmm, there she is,” he murmurs, sing-song, kissing your nose. “Little hellcat turns baby kitten when she gets what she needs.”
“You are the biggest idiot I know,” you purr into his ear as his hands slide through the layers of your skirt to your ass.
“Yes, but I’m your idiot.” The cry you let out when he pinches your ass cheek beneath your dress is all the answer he needs.
Hands full of your thighs, he rubs you up the wall but there’s too many layers, too much gossamer to get him where you need him. His breath comes in short pants as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to your shoulder, your clavicle, your cheek.
There it comes again. Hunger. Driven on by –
You bite him.
“Ow!”
He pulls back and your mouth drops open in horror – you didn’t mean to bite him that hard and –
Your stomach lets out the most petulant growl.
Hand on his neck like it’s bleeding, Dieter follows your gaze to your stomach as if it had called his name.
And then you both break out into side-splitting laughter.
He eases you down, giggling, his nose pressed to your temple. Were you at home, the sex would have probably continued, but the atmosphere would be different – playful, teasing – he once did a Kermit the Frog impression while balls-deep inside of you and you laughed so hard you instantly came all over him.
“Baby,” he sighs through his teeth and kisses your hairline. “I know. I’m so fucking hungry.” He snaps his teeth by your ear and you push him back by his chest. Two goddam years of dating this moron and he still makes you blush like you’re fifteen and necking with a band geek.
His fingers wrap around your wrist to hold your hand above his heart, kissing your knuckles. He sucks your thumb once before you yelp, and he pushes your fist into his hair as you try to squirm away. He smirks into your neck.
“Dieter!”
“I’m hungry!”
“You’re the one who suggested we take edibles before coming to this thing.”
“Mhmm, let’s go home and do more drugs.”
“But you owe me dinner. Five Guys?”
“Baby, I have to eat something first to have enough stamina for that.”
“Oh my god, you –,”
He bites you on your earlobe again, grinning as he comes behind you to nudge you down the hall. “I know what you meant. I’m down for burgers, but I want, like, five.”
“Me too. Carry me? My feet hurt.”
“Of course, mah kwehn,” he nods as he scoops you up across his broad shoulders, momentarily taking on the affectation of Jon Snow and his loyalty to the dragon queen.
You’re working to kick your heels off as he marches the two of you down the hallway and you’ve nearly gotten your second heel off (the first in your lap) when he suddenly stops.
“Oi, Thomas, we’re not at the train station yet,” you grumble as you reach for your heel, awkwardly tucked under you and his arm. “Keep it going. Choo choo, you know?”
He still isn’t moving. You frown up at him, another transportation joke at the ready, but his wide-eyed stare gives you pause.
“What are you looking at?” You turn in his arms, hunger now officially twisting your stomach painfully. “Why’d you–,”
Your mouth falls open.
Beyond two double doors at the end of the hall sits a silver cart, loaded with tiny chocolate desserts.
You swallow the spit flooding your mouth. This time, his stomach grumbles as if to add to the argument.
“Dieter, put me down.” He all but drops you.
“Dieter, we can’t.”
“Why?”
“We shouldn’t.”
“Why?”
“You’re only saying that because we’re both high as fuck right now and I’d eat bathroom soap if I could.”
That seems to rattle him out of his starvation-induced stupor. He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Please, when have I ever not eaten something I wasn’t supposed to?”
You blink up at him, now several inches shorter without your heels. “What? None of that made sense.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m going for it.”
He strides past a very wide hallway branching back towards the lobby of the hotel, no doubt where several waiters intended to roll dessert out to the waiting reception. They’d be back at any second, but either due to being higher than a kite, his own innate lack of shame, or a combination of the two, Dieter is across the hallway in seconds and he snatches up two of the little chocolate spheres and shoves them both into his mouth at the same time.
“Holy shit, they’re cream puffs.”
Your hunger nearly doubles you over. “C-cream puffs? Those are m-my–,”
“Your favorite. I know. Mhmm, fucking get over here.”
Trembling from a lack of food and nerves, you slink over to him, hand out-stretched. He’s already had four more by this point and he’s stacking more onto a single plate as your fingers squish around one right in front of you. You pinch and the gooey white cream eases out the side. You whimper.
Dieter pauses, the tips of his fingers stained with dark chocolate and a dollop of cream on his cheek.
“That’s the sound you make when I eat you out.”
Rather than answer your boyfriend, you pop the cream puff into your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as the pastry melts on your tongue.
“Oh fuuuck.”
Dieter watches with growing concern as you scarf down pastry after pastry. “Okay, now I’m a little offended you’re so turned on by this.”
“Shut up, and let me eat.”
In minutes, the silver cart is empty. Chocolate smeared across a dozen haphazardly-arranged plates, dots of cream littering the spaces between plates and on the edge of the cart, it looks like a fucking war zone of confectionery.
You find yourself breathing heavy, your face and arms covered in the guts of those poor, poor baked goods. Dieter isn’t faring much better, his jacket stained and beard sticky. Your hunger is sated, for now, but you think of burgers and fries and a vanilla milkshake and immediately turn to Dieter, who stares back at you with wide eyes.
“I want six burgers–,”
“We should probably leave before we start a scandal–,”
You stare at each other, soldiers shell-shocked, rehabilitated werewolves in horror of their bloodshed. Bloodlust.
The second you get home you’re gonna give him the kind of blow job that stops his heart.
Half-way laughing, half-way crying, you take him by the collar, further smearing chocolate over the starched white linen and his neck, and kiss him soundly on his conspicuous mouth. He giggles through the kiss and cups your cheeks, his massive hands sticky and warm.
“We should go . . .” he murmurs again before pressing his lips to you again. Cream puffs or no, it all tastes better when you lick it off the corner of his mouth.
“We’re gonna have to walk past the lobby,” you bemoan into his patchy beard. Dieter smirks and without warning, squeezes your right tit, leaving a very clear chocolatey handprint on your dress.
“Dieter!”
“C’mon, baby, I wanna devour you. And I want all of them to know it.”
That was the thing about Dieter Bravo, he never did anything small. He never allowed you to feel small. He was obsessive about taking pictures of you, posting them everywhere, never ashamed of you and desperate to have the world see you the way he did.
Like you were delicious.
“I’ll buy you six burgers if you let us walk out like this.”
“Deal.”
Grinning like only a man with nothing to hide can, he takes you by the hand and leads you back towards the very fancy dinner you’ve both no doubt been kicked out of.
Something rises up in you the longer you stare at his broad back.
“Dieter, wait.”
He pauses, turns, and crumbles slightly beneath the weight and intensity of your kiss.
“I love you,” you say before he can slip his tongue into your mouth.
Dieter Bravo does nothing small, is nothing small. Except when it’s just you and him and the words you just uttered hang in the air between you. A small, hesitant smile expands across his lips, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing but it warms him nonetheless.
“I love you too.”
He kisses your nose and you sigh into him. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in him. But then you might just eat him alive.
“Burgers, Dieter.”
“Right, right. How many do you think we can buy at one time?”
You both ignore the paparazzi and their cameras as you walk hand in hand, your heels in your other hand, with Dieter out the front door and into the limo, arguing about which fast food joint would let you get at least twenty burgers.
Nothing about Dieter Bravo is small. Especially his appetite.
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feeling swag
#h.txt#when the rings make clink noises when u move ur fingers😻😻😻#okay thanks i just wanted to share my new rings k byyeeee
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Hi! I’ve seen horikoshi’s Halloween art and cannot stop thinking of Kirishima loosing it and giving into his more dominate fantasies of being so rough with you when you walk out in that nurses fit that’s a second skin. Man pretty much owns you in the back of the haunted house….that’s all k byyeeee
Kirishima can’t thank his friends enough for suggesting going into the haunted house at the Halloween fair for the way you look at him with nervous eyes before you’ve even stepped inside.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you.” He coos, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as he takes the lead. Following behind your friends as you stay practically attached to his side.
Kirishima groans at the way you cling to his arm, your tits pressed against him as you hold on for dear life. The sweet little gasps and squeaks that leave your lips shouldn’t have him popping a stiffy in the middle of a Halloween attraction, but he can’t help it. You just sound so cute.
He’s already been a fucking saint all evening, fighting the urge to bend you over any available surface when you’re walking around in such a promiscuous costume. When your hat had slipped off your head onto the floor, Kirishima swore he saw the cute white panties that sat beneath your dress, thankful for the pyramid hat that meant no one could see him shamelessly staring. And the final straw was the moment you had wrapped your arms around his neck and playfully asked him if he wanted you to take his temperature, he thought he’d cum on sight. You’d spent the day teasing him, and now it was time to get his own back.
All it takes is the loud roar from one of the scare actors that has you squealing and jumping forward, now in front of Kirishima as you hear Denki cry out at the front, he’s clearly just as frightened as you.
Kirishima seizes the opportunity now to place his hands on your hips, leading you through the house as warm palms occasionally brush over your ass. Sliding lower as he feels the bare skin of your thighs as you get spooked by a mannequin that’s deliberately settled at one of the corners, poised and ready to scare.
“Really?” You gasp as you feel Kirishima’s chub through his pants, turning your head to the side as you lift his pyramid head up just enough to see his sheepish smile, “In here?!”
“Not my fault,” He gives your ass a rough, shameless squeeze now as your friends continue moving ahead, “I told you, you look so hot in that costume.”
“So why are we in here?” You practically whine, your heart still hammering against your ribcage as fear continues to flow through your veins. The prospect that a scare actor could jump out at you at any second has you on high alert as you feel Kirishima unabashedly slip his hand beneath the skirt of your costume to brush his knuckles against the crotch of your panties.
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” Kirishima almost groans when you bite down on your glossed lip, taking your hand in his as he begins to lead you towards a secluded area of the house.
“What are you doing? We can’t— Eiji—“ You try to reason with him as he pushes you back against a wall hidden with some fake cobwebs and dangling foil tinsel. You wonder how you could’ve ever been scared with such budget decorations— but now you’re more worried about getting caught as Kirishima bullies a hand beneath your skirt to tug your panties down.
“Eiji, what if we get caught?” You try to reason with him before a large palm cups your mouth, you can’t see his eyes but you know there’s a sparkle of daring in them as he speaks from beneath his mask.
“Well, you better keep quiet then, sweetheart.”
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Top 10 songs of 2021 that hit me like a truck
Okay since I already did my top ten songs for the first and second half of 2021, I decided to switch it up for the end of the year and present to you the top ten songs that slapped me in the face and changed me on a spiritual level.
1. Advice by Taemin: listen… LISTEN! THIS SONG!! When it first came out (quite early in the year) I said to my friends “this is it. this is the song of the year”. And I was right! Nothing compares, probably my all time favourite k-pop song.
2. Paranoia by Kang Daniel: nothing ever managed to portray anxiety and depression as well as this mv, it’s incredible, next.
3. Higher by A.C.E: I will never shut up about how criminally underrated ACE are! They’re the kings of concept, nobody does it like them and everyone needs to stop sleeping on them!
4. Luna by ONEUS: this mv is just absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking. I love, love, love it so much!
5. Spider by Hoshi: the song? A bop! The mv? Inspired! The choreo? Spider-Man wishes he looked half as cool doing spider moves!
6. LibidO by OnlyOneOf: this song… this mv… my gay little heart about DIED when I first saw it. If you haven’t seen it yet, go and watch it as well as the performance version because that choreo… my gOD!
7. 0X1=Lovesong by TXT: I was already a casual TXT listener before they dropped this masterpiece and violently dragged me back to my angsty teenage years. And then they followed it up with Loser=Lover, infuckincredible!
8. Lose by Wonho: listen I can respect any man that will slut it up, drenched in water to an absolute banger.
9. Goosebumps by ONF: other bands disappear to the military with a sad goodbye song. ONF said we don’t do this here, we are known for our fun bops, so we’ll mash four title tracks into one absolutely insane song, byyeeee!
10. Christmas EveL by Stray Kids: we all know I’m a bitch for SKZ, but my god, they really knocked it out of the park with this one! Exactly what I thought a Stray Kids Christmas song would sound like and I LOVE IT!
#10 of 2021#kpop#music#taemin#shinee#stray kids#ONF#oneus#onlyoneof#txt#tomorrow by together#hoshi#seventeen#wonho#a.c.e.#kang daniel#mystuff#my gifs
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K MY BREAKS OVER BYEEEEEE I’LL TALK TO YALL WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT WHICH IS AT LIKE 10 OR SOMETHING IDK 💃🏻‼️ OKAY BYE BESTIES LOVE YOU🫶‼️
BYYEEEE
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Can you do me a favour and explain to these fools how ketchup chips are THE BOMB?
I feel so attacked right now.
K thx byyeeee
mello jello my dear, dear fellow… although i… have nothing against ketchup chips. i just… theyre not a fave either ?? 😅😅 LISTEN IM SORRY FELLOW CANADIAN MOOSE LIKE ILL ADMIT THEYRE GOOD AND I LIKE THEM BUT IDK IF THEYRE THE BOMB?????? (better than salt and vinegar imo which is a stupidly overhyped flavour) but yeah!!
dont come for jello yall!!! ketchup chips are good!!
#who is clowning u#is this in the server#or in a separate gc w ppl from the server#jdjsksksjks#the non canadians are like 🤨🤨 ketchup flavoured chips?? nasty#its p good!#mello-jello#answered
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K, if you need me you don’t, byyeeee
Well that was rude. How do you put up with that me?
God damn it..I knew stepping in a random portal was a bad ide-
*the strange syringe stared around, freaked out by the cohouse*
Where am I?? I. I know how to use a air rifle!!!
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So my phone is slowly dying and I really need a new one! That’s my lil rant for the morning k byyeeee, lots of love 💕✨
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