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[impbites]

OCtober day 3 - old OC 🍖

eusi is my fantasy life character from like 11-12 years ago! she's a mercenary who loves fighting, money and meat!

she is insufferable ❤️

[arabaka]

me: i will no longer be entertaining people that don't care to nurture our friendship anymore

them: *comes back and says hi*

me: OMG hi 💘💗💝🩵💜💛💜❤️💖💝💗💓💞💟💌♥️💝🩷🩷💗🧡🤎💚💘💗💘💗💝💟♥️💕💕♥️🤍💝💛💜🧡❤️

[a-ghost-in-universe]

Mom is finding me psychologist..

I HATE HER I FUCKING HATE THAT WOMAN THAT CALLS HERSELF MY MOTHER FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK OFF GO FUCK YOURSELF OR SOME SHIT FINALLY PLEASEEEEEE I GODDAMN HATE HER I DONT WANT TO GO ANYWHERE JUST BECAUSE I HAVE SOCIAL ANXIETY DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO GO TO A PSYCHOLOGIST I HATE HER SO MUCH SHE'S NOT MENTALLY OAKY HERSELF SHE SHOULD GO SOMEWHERE NOT ME BUT HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER HER KDMF SNGKSMFKSKFOSKFJEJK FOR SOMEONE'S SAKE PLEASE

[oceanicphar]

 OPPL was founded with a view to cater exclusively to the pharmaceutical and fine chemicals requirement of multinational and international companies.OPPL’s core competency involves developing APIs, as well as facilitating manufacturers in obtaining Japanese FMA and PMDA registration in Japan, KDMF in Korea as well as COS registration in Europe

[ayandamngadi]

Going to miss her 🥰🥰bayahamba today 😭 (at Umlazi KaB) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm5_I_-KDMf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kkeke99]

me watching ateez, everglow, clc and nct u performances on kdmf:

[lonelyidiotonhelium]

i finally drew something i dont hate a lot so

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

CRACK-SHIP TIME, BLAME @strange-lace 

Goliath x Wukong I cannot believe I wrote 1,170 words for this ship that I’ve never thought of before in any way shape or from simply because lace and @skellebonez said soft things about it LKSDMFAOWE

ANYWAY, THIS HAD NO RIGHT TO BE AS SOFT AS IT IS SO JUST TAKE IT OR NOT, THERE WILL PROBABLY BE MORE OTHER CRACKSHIP CONTENT COMING YOUR WAY BECAUSE WE GOING NUTS WITH IT APPARENTLY ASMDFOAWE RIP 

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Goliath had touched Monkey King before, but this was different.

The touches before hadn’t… meant much. To Monkey King, that is, to Goliath every touch meant something. It meant he was there and that he was going to stay. To Monkey King he was sure those touches were simply things that happened, nothing more, nothing less. Picking up, placing him on his shoulders, Wukong lounging there, his tail swishing back and forth, content to let him walk for them both as he relaxed across his broad shoulders like an especially warm fluffy scarf.

A pat on the back, a nudge with an elbow, they were all things, touches, that didn’t seem to mean much to him. There were times when he would pause after a touch, as though unused to the feeling, though Goliath knew he wasn’t unused to physical contact, he’d seen the way his monkeys would crawl all over him when he was in his home, which meant it was something else that made him pause the way he did. Something else that made him stiffen for a moment, blinking, then tilting his head, shoulders tense before the tension would be gone, the moment passing quickly enough that Goliath couldn’t help but question whether or not it had happened at all in the first place. But he knew it had.

Watching him stand in front of him, tail swishing and gazing a little over his shoulder, seemingly lost in thought, his eyes lidded and mind only half presence as he thought over whatever occupied his mind, Goliath dared to do more than simply touch with casualness. He’d always wondered at the softness of Sun Wukong’s fur when his tail would wrap around his massive wrist, just barely able to go around once, and had wondered if the fur on his face would feel the same, or perhaps even softer still.

His hand was large, Goliath himself was large. He was used to being bigger than nearly everyone he came in contact with, a part of him always worrying over accidently stepping on someone or clipping them as he went past sending them tumbling to the ground, but with Monkey King there was none of that concern. He knew he could never hurt him, even if he tried, not that ever would, but even so… when he reached out to cup his cheek, it was gentle, just like every other movement and thought towards the monkey had always been.

But even so, despite the gentleness of the action Wukong flinched, eyes snapping open to full and staring up at him, wide eyed, so tense and still Goliath could almost see him as what he was: a stone monkey.

Goliath kept his hand steady, the contact light, but heavy enough that he knew he would feel it, his massive hand practically enveloping the entirety of Wukong’s head as he watched him, tail unnaturally still where it would usually be swishing back and forth. His eyes flicked across his face as if searching for something, any sign of hostility or aggression.

It hurt. He would not deny it, that it hurt, that even after so long, Wukong did not trust him, that he was still tense and coiled as a spring, ready to leap away and flee or fight at the barest sign of danger. It  hurt… but he could not blame him. He knew only pain from hands as large as Goliaths. Larger hands equaled larger hurt to him; small monkey hands could not harm him in the same way large demon spider ones could, and he knew he had been hurt by spider demon’s before.

Wukong stared up at him, unmoving, and Goliath remained where he was, kept his expression, his posture, his touch, as soft and as gentle as he deserved, as soft and as gentle as he possibly could, as though he were holding a butterfly or a small spider and not a stone monkey.

A few long moments passed, Wukong staring up at him with those wide, golden eyes that could see so much, and yet saw nothing, and then…

Then he relaxed.

The tension released, not all at once, but bit by bit, draining out slowly until there was none left and he was left standing, his tail swaying slowly, almost as if in a trance. He leaned into the touch, eyes closing and pressed the side of his face, his cheek, his fur into Goliath’s hand in a wondrous display of trust that rocked him to his very core.

Goliath held his breath, unwilling to disturb the moment, not wanting it to change, or stop, or to lose it, lest it slip between his fingers like sand. He dared to press his thumb against his cheek, and stoke the fur there, lightly and gently, and Wukong sighed with his entire body, relaxing even more somehow, leaning even further into his touch. He opened his eyes after a moment, blinking slowly, looking dazed, until his eyes focused on him.

He blinked once more, faster, as though coming back to himself, then abruptly straightened up, staggering a bit, an embarrassed flush spreading across his face.

“I, uh--” he swallowed once, then twice.

There were not many things that threw the Great Sage Equal to Heaven off balance like that; there weren’t many, if any, things that he got embarrassed about, but somehow… This little moment of vulnerability, of leaning into the affection Goliath wordlessly offered was enough to send heat into his cheeks and a skittishness to his step.

Despite his abrupt unsureness, he did not try to move away.

Goliath moved before he could brush it off, or spin away, or try to stammer out another incoherent sentence, moving his hand to more securely hold his head, now that he knew he was okay with it, now that he knew it would not frighten him away. His hand cupped the back of his head, and his thumb brushed at the soft fur on his face. He did not protest or tense and he moved again, his other hand coming around to pull him closer, to feel him and to let him know with the words he did not have, what he meant to him.

“You hold me like I’m something soft,” he breathed

“Because you are,” Goliath murmured, tracing his fingers across his back, his hand enveloping most of it. Then he added after a moment: “to me.”

“I could crush you.”

Goliath hummed. “Yes.”

“And you still hold me like this anway.”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Wukong breathed, leaning into him. “Okay.”

“I know you could send me through a mountain with barely a thought,” he rumbled, pulling him closer still. “But that does not make you any worth less protecting.”

“I don’t need it,” he said, his voice muffled by the way his face was pressed into his chest.

“But you deserve it.”

Wukong shuddered, relaxing against him fully and Goliath held him like a precious thing, treasured beyond words, because to him he was.

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I dunno what to tell you, guy LKSDMFAOWE 

I was supposed to write dorky himbo’s not THIS ASLKDMF;WOEF 

[kmwonpil]

[nctsworld]

every time i see doyoung in a crop top: 

[departingsouls]

“When will it all just stop?” @ hayley?

meme / chvrches lyric-sentence starters

The running, the persecution, the imminent sense of danger around every corner? It seemed like a pipe dream, a quiet life in a, quiet apartment in the French Quarter. They could bask in the distant sound of a jazz band from the balcony of the Mikaelson compound and have beignets in a bougie coffee shop that catered to the tourists. There would be a sign printed in chalk: New Orleans vampire tours! And Hayley would chuckle from the other side of the glass with two cups of coffee in a to-go cups, one for her and one for Freya. Hayley doesn’t dare to dream it, she knows what they say about wishful thinking. Instead, their reality was much more sour. 

She stands behind Freya with her arms tightly crossed over her chest, overlooking her shoulder. Right now, she resembles more a guard dog than a friend, as Hayley’s eyes keep shifting to the door like she’s expecting someone or something to barrel through it any minute now. The silence fills the air for a second too long, before Hayley’s sighing, and crouching down next to Freya with her arm resting on top of the desk she had been hovering over. “If you want honesty... Probably never”. And she covers Freya’s hand with her own; Hayley’s eyes shift to the door one last time before finally convincing herself that at least, for now, there seemed to be no immediate danger. If only that were to last longer than a day or two. 

“It won’t matter how many enemies we fend off, the people we kill, the number of your siblings we resurrect over, and over, and over again, danger will always come knocking at our door and one of these days, it’ll bring death with it. The only thing we can hope is that, until that happens, each and every single one of us makes the most out of our lives. Forever doesn’t mean anything to me, Freya. But the people I choose to care about do. So let them come, we’ll always find a way”. 

[impbites]

OCtober day 13 - memes 👽

everytime i see this meme i think abt these two so i had to redraw it x3

[eudata]

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[ateezjeongyunho]

201031

©︎ STEADY

[draculaslut]

job interview in 20 mins wish me luck 😔

[strayhags]

kdmf red carpet - jinyoung