#kpop and queerness

[peppertaemint]

Dear Peppertaemint,

I sort of think of you as an expert when it comes to K-Pop, media literacy and topics that deal with queer themes, given your writings on Taemin's work for example. I hope my inquiry won't be considered a waste of time because I know you don't deal with silliness in your inbox, but I will try my luck.

I will admit that I keep up a bit with the BTS members, albeit scarcely. I happened to read on twitter (known as X now) that through his artistic expression, Taehyung is either indicating he is queer or perhaps a suporter (an ally just like Valentina) of the community. All that is supposedly apparent in his first solo music video, with references to queer cinema or the clothes he's wearing for a photoshoot. Of course, this is not the first time this has been speculated in online circles. I'll post a link at the end of this message so you could get an idea of what I'm trying to explain.

What I would wish for is a more unbiased opinion from someone with vast knowledge and a cultural background and who doesn't feel the need to prove anything about their bias. At least I think he's not your bias. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

I'm looking forward to your response. As always 🩷

Sincerely

Lady A. Assante

https://twitter.com/polyatannies/status/1689591513032900608?t=Kp20X2STVljKh0RDs7MNVg&s=19

Hello Lady A. Assante,

Despite there being a high probability that this ask is a put-on, I’m going to take it at face value and reply in earnest.

I looked at the link you sent, which was a tweet of a Russian video purporting to tie the films Velvet Goldmine (1998) and Jubilee (1978) to Taehyung’s recent MV and, seemingly, his identity. I can’t read the Russian blocks of text in the video, but I can see the split-screen shots comparing Tae to characters in Velvet Goldmine. I can also see that Taehyung appears to wear a shirt of the film Jubilee in a promotional photo.

Now, I’m old enough to have been around when Velvet Goldmine came out; it’s a film about sexuality and aesthetics in the glam rock era, and it not-so-subtlety tells, at least in part, a take on the long time rumour of David Bowie and Mick Jagger’s liaison as lovers during glam rock days. In all honesty, I cannot see how this film in any way, shape, or form, has any relation to Taehyung’s “Love Me Again” MV beyond perhaps they both involve sequinned outfits.

“Love Me Again” is a slightly moody, barebones MV of Taehyung singing in a Spanish cave surrounded by retro items. His hair is a golden mess, while his clothes are cheap sequin getups with golden chains around his neck. Tae is moody in his MV, but he’s no glam rocker. He’s a crooner lost in time and confused. He ends the MV practically disgruntled. For me, the through line of the exotic setting, the props and the styling doesn’t quite come through. So, there wasn’t a lot for me to take away from Taehyung’s MV, but when all his MVs are released, I will watch them in order and share my thoughts. Again, I don’t see any meaningful relation between these two works. And certainly I don’t see anything overtly queer about Taehyung’s MV. If someone wants to come with concrete examples of “he said X” or “he did X” or “he wore X,” then I can consider such things.

And about his clothes: Derek Jarman was an important gay rights activist in the UK. But his activism was, more generally, in the 1980s onward, and focused on certain laws that effected education in the UK as well as raising awareness of the AIDS epidemic. These are very important works, especially to me living in Britain as a queer person. However, the film Jubilee is not about that work. It’s a punk film in response to the Queen’s Jubilee in 1977, and it presents a dystopian future of monarchical Britain and features some of the best punk bands of the time, including The Slits and Adam and the Ants. That shirt is about the punk movement - an important movement in Britain to be sure, but it isn’t centred on queerness.

My advice to Kpop fans looking for queerness in Kpop is to start with those who are doing concrete things in the genre: Holland and OnlyOneOf are a great place to start. Then you can look at Taemin, Key and SHINee as a whole, and reach out from there. SHINee’s “My Identity” from the album Hard (2023) was played at Seoul pride this year. I’d really recommend having a listen. And before a critical interloper writes in to say that everything queer must be cryptically coded because SK isn’t safe for LGBT+; I’m very aware of the rights people are lacking in SK. However, there are levels to meanings in art, and every artist has their own comfort zone when it comes to what they wish to share, and what they wish to be “unlock-able,” and what they wish to keep firmly for themselves. What I don’t think is helpful is conspiracy-level theories about art being queer-coded. That’s because art is already meant to interact with its audience; what a piece of art means to you is what is the most important. If you find something that speaks to your queer side in Taehyung’s work, than for you, that’s what his work is. That doesn’t mean his identity matches yours. There’s no need for that. That’s the beauty of art.

As a postscript, this shot here is exactly what reminds me of Key’s solo work: spooky retro style. That’s Key’s signature, which has been a personal extension of certain works in SHINee’s oeuvre (like “Married to the Music”). What remains unclear for me is what this union of elements signifies for Taehyung.

[master-tonberry]

Solar ★ 'Colors' Performance Video

[shortyinblue]

Seonghwa is unfortunately getting a lot of homophobic hate comments on toktoq because of his pride lego photo, atiny are deleting the comments as fast as they can but I'm worried if he's maybe seen some of them.

Ateez is for the Queer community.

All eight of them have always shown such love and support for us in so many ways since the beginning of Ateez.

I don't give a fuck you are not a real Atiny if you're homophobic. If you hate the very thing that Ateez have always preached which is love and acceptance then you are not Atiny.

And if any of the boys are queer will you hate them too?

[silverquillsideas]

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[queeryu-u]

ryujin x f! reader. smut

so i’m back with this out of the blue as usual, hope you enjoy whatever this is (a desperate ryujin trying to make u feel good). for me, here she’s a sub! top or service dom ?? if that makes sense, maybe a switch idek but whatever she’s just a mess and we’re here for it!

men and minors dni!!!

ryujin has been a little too desperate and needy today, her mind filled of thoughts of filling you up with her strap, making you shiver with overstimulation. it is why once she’s home and you’re not there, she’s is so sulky and whiny, knowing you went shopping because you texted her asking what she wanted but even though she knew you’ll be there soon, she couldn’t control herself and dropped her things next to her on the sofa quickly, lowering her sweatpants. she knew she was needy, and wanted to take her frustration upon you, that’s why she tried to tease herself slowly above her panties, shuddering when she pressed her palm over her now soaked core, touching herself gently and closing her eyes, bucking up her hips when she started touching her clit faster, guttural moans leaving her mouth thinking of you, of you riding her, meeting her hips with yours in harsh movements, but in reality it was just her humping her own frantic hand.

her mind was taking her places that made her push her panties aside and finally touch her own wetness, at this point even her shirt was lifted as she pinched her nipples too. she was so hot and bothered, moaning your name and spreading her slick across her folds. that’s the sight you came across when you opened the door, humming in approval when you locked your eyes together, smirking at her mess and fucked up state. you waited no time in dropping the few things you bought on the floor, walking to her while she was still playing with herself but slowed down her pace.

“mhm.. couldn’t wait for me darling?” you whispered in her ear, kissing her jaw after with wet kisses, sensing her trembling and out of breath, so you replace her hand with yours and hiss at the contact of your skin with her soaking pussy. “so good for me baby, so fucking wet already just thinking about me”.

“d-don’t tease, please” her chest was heaving as you rubbed her faster, pushing her head back and moaning every time louder when your tongue enveloped one of her buds, groping her other tit. “y/n! eat me the fuck out. please, i’m so, so close”

you slapped one of her inner thighs hard, shutting her up but still did what was asked lowering your face between her legs “poor thing is so needy, i want you to tell me what were you thinking about while i eat this pretty pussy or else you won’t be coming any time soon”. you took her panties and sweatpants off of her in one go and lifted her legs to press to her chest and dived right into her soaking wet pussy while you stared at her reaction in awe, at the same time telling her with your eyes she needed to start talking.

so she tried her best to be coherent with her words and thoughts, difficult with being tongue-fucked at the same time. “oh my god. i was thinking about- about you. ahh, about wrecking and fucking you senseless with my cock, opening you up really good” her cheeks were flushed and her voice hoarse with what you were doing to her and embarrassment fueling her body.

even though she was now the wrecked one, that didn’t stop you to moan in her pussy, the vibrations making it worse for her as her legs shake so bad, feeling you clenching around nothing with her words, fucked up voice and state, looking at her so intensely before touching yourself, diving in deeper and sucking on her clit so hard she closed her legs, her strong thighs on your head, and that pushed you to be almost nose in deep, whining on her and rubbing her clit non stop as she came so hard in your mouth, her hips twitching as you helped her through her orgasm and her legs fell to your sides. you were soothing her with light touches on her skin; on her inner thighs, her abdomen and kissing every bit of it as your kisses climbed up through her chest, her collarbone, neck and finally, crashing your lips on a slow kiss.

she could taste herself on you and giggled a bit between the kiss because of it, as you held her in your arms knowing she needed to be assured after such an intense orgasm. anyways, she had other plans and made you know them as her tongue came in contact with yours, heating up the kiss and touching your sides. she pushed you into the sofa making you lay on your back, crawling above you as she continued on kissing you passionately, lips crashing with no rest making you even more needy than before, so you separate the kiss to be able to lift your top as quickly as you could but your girlfriend stopped you.

“let me, baby” she kept her intense gaze connected with yours, lowering her mouth with kisses and licks all over your neck, collarbone and the exposed part of your chest that showed through your tank top. you usually wore no bra and today was no different, already aroused she licked your nipples over the fabric making you gasp and grip into her shoulders, at the same time she pulled down your tank top just a little to expose your breasts, making her hum in approval as that helped to keep them in place and lifted them a little bit. she twisted one of the buds with her fingers as her tongue lapped the other, squeezing them as hard as she could so she could hear your pretty moans for her.

“f-fuck, ryujin. be a good girl for me and just fuck me, please” something changed on her demeanor and wrinkled your top instead of taking it off, it felt rougher, hotter and made you more exposed just for her. she was fast removing your shorts and panties, desperate to comply and to be as closer as she could be with you. she looked at you again, her face flushed and expectant as she teased with her fingers between your pussy lips so slow, what gained and instant reaction of you bucking your hips.

“you’re dripping for me, aren’t you baby?” she pressed onto your clit, smirking at you “i’m going to fuck you real good, been thinking about it nonstop” she started rubbing in circles your clit with her thumb as her other fingers collected your arousal and spread it through your slit as if it was necessary “you’re so fucking hot” she looked at you with hazy eyes, as she pressed the pads of her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean “and taste so sweet for me darling”.

that made you gulp, already kind of breathless because of her constant teasing, which made you hornier and needier as she knew what she was doing. when you were about to tell her something, she had already grabbed firmly one of your thighs and positioned between your legs, sitting and connecting your wet cunts together which won a moan out of both of you. she tried to regain her composure, but failed terribly, she was extremely hot all over and started to hump against you frantically.

she grabbed one of your tits as she rode your pussy, so much arousal gathered between the two of you, the room was filled with the sound of her pussy squelching against yours. her thrusts were erratic, searching for friction against your clit and whining once she found it, making your legs tremble. you slapped her ass, to bring her to the edge and moved your hips to meet hers. it was so rough but you never felt any more relieved, even though you could feel yourself dripping even more, making the slide easier.

“you’re always so good to me ryu, i’m so- damn close” she gasped for the praise, her brain turned into smush as everything she thought about was to make you feel good, to make you come and scream her name, continuing to move against you senseless, as she pursued your lips for a kiss. it was so messy, so rushed but intense giving the position, she hummed and then put your heads together gasping for air.

“mhm, i- i want to feel you. ahh, i want to feel you squeezing around me, fuck” she pushed two fingers into your eager hole, hissing when the tight walls sucked her digits in and exactly as she wanted to, she could feel your cunt tightened around her fingers with a gush of wetness which made her feel so eager and close to her high, too. she moved them as she could, her non existent rhythm based pure on her desperation as her hips did “cum, cum for me please, i need it so bad”

your whole body was shuddering at this point, your eyelids trying to stay open to look at her, to registre the way her face falls apart the moment her orgasm hits her, she’s bubbling nonsense now when seconds after her, you feel your orgasm crashing down on you too, saying her name like a prayer the moment you release the liquid spurting out of you between both of your cunts, eyes screwed close when she helps you going through it playing with your clit, moaning the instant it became too much and her hands turned away from you so as she did, falling to your side and reaching for you to held you close.

you kissed her nose before going for her lips, cuddling and needing each other warmth even when you felt sticky, but for now what mattered was reassuring each other “thank you my darling, you did more than enough. fuck, i still feel on cloud nine to be honest” both of you laughed, knowing it was true, due to the intense ecstasy you went through. so you just kissed softly, admiring the way her lips were so swollen and reddened, but it was what made you go for more, showing through your kisses your pure adoration and love for her.

[youchangallery]

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[devouringdevoutly]

The Hound of Heaven

Summary: Whoever said that you can't fuck God clearly hasn't met Bada yet.

Note: There is no actual god in this fic, it's just straight up a world ran by the Devil. This is also biblically inaccurate as well so please don't stone me to death. Again, this is a work of fiction and does not reflect real life situations and relationships. Originally posted on ao3. CW: Smut, Church Sex, Confessional Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, Demon Sex, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Religious Guilt, Catholic Guilt, Catholicism, Cheating, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Lemon. Pairing: Bada/Reader Language: English Words: 1,897

Whoever said that you can't fuck God clearly hasn't met Bada yet.  

That was the first coherent thought that had formed in my brain as her long fingers slid in and out of me, my warm and wet cavern welcoming her with so much exuberance you'd think I won the lottery jackpot. It sure did feel like that as I was cornered by her towering height and the wooden walls that the booth was made out of, all the while her snake-like tongue making sure she'd had enough of mine. I should feel disgusted by the way our mouths met. The way our tongues glided so ferociously that it made an obscene amount of wet noises that were clearly bouncing off the walls off the confessional booth. The way that my sap trickled down along my legs as Bada mercilessly continued on fingering me. The booth that was once used to repent one's sins was now used to make one after the other.

I should probably feel burdened by the weight of the situation I was in but who cares? My mind and body was stuck in a limbo named Bada. 

Her hands then roamed to my now bare breasts as she had managed  to rip off my brassiere and the white sundress that I wore earlier, was now practically holding onto its dear life as it was solely held by Bada sandwiching me between her and the wall. She then squeezed and fondled my left bosom, my nipples were already hardening by the cold air hitting it. I let out an elicit whine that even I didn't know I could make and my back arched against the wall like a frightened cat. 

Bada's mouth had now reached my right nipple, her tongue flickered back and forth as I moaned like a bitch in heat and I could feel her physically smirk through it. Both of her hands were more than preoccupied, her left hand was groping my left tit and her thumb was playing with my bud, all the while her right hand was still pumping deep inside of me; making sure that she curls her fingers every once in a while but purposely never hitting the spot so as to deny me of reaching my high anytime soon. 

She finally pulled back from tantalizing my sore nipples and she eventually stopped pumping my equally sorely soaked cunt. I whined at the loss of contact as Bada's tall figure leaned onto me. 

"I wonder if your wimpy god-fearing boyfriend knows how much of a whore his girlfriend truly is…" She says with a shit eating grin, I swallowed the lump in my throat as I didn't feel any sort of guilt for betraying him… I knew that even Judas did feel a tremendous amount of guilt as he had sold the blood of Christ for a mere thirty silver coins. I knew that the moment I had planted my lips against Bada's, that the Devil had penetrated into every part of my being as he did so with Judas Iscariot.

Nevertheless Jesus had already forgiven him before he even committed his sin, perhaps that idiotically pious of a Christian man will forgive me too if there is anything to be forgiven in the first place. If that is the case then I'll gladly break bread and be consumed by her as his disciples did in the last supper, every intrusion that she had made inside my walls was a carving of our covenant.

I already had my bite of the forbidden fruit and there was no turning back to the Garden of Eden.

"Stop talking about that twat and just fuck me already will you?" I groaned out as my hole clenched and unclenched around her fingers. I knew that my words were as insolent as our actions were. Father, will you forgive me for this rotten curiosity of mine? or will you banish me as you had with Lilith and Eve? 

"Demanding much? I'm sure you already know that you're the one at my mercy here, angel." Her cocky tone had only gotten me wetter and my cunt pulsed as fast as my heartbeat did. Bada's smile turned wider, almost menacingly as she had clearly noticed my reaction to her degrading words. My mind was in a haywire, my vision was turning hazy as I could see the face of God in the Devil's body. Why did God make the devil's advocate painstakingly handsomely gorgeous if he didn't want me to dive into the river Styx? 

"You like that hmmm?" Her thumb pressed meanly against my clit. She knew exactly what she was doing, the pet name? Angel of all things after calling me a whore? I let out another whine as my cunt's lips fluttered.

"Fuck… if you only knew how much I wanna fuck you on the altar… Fuck you in front of those foolish devotees singing words of praise to their equally foolish god. Make you cum with my mouth as they sing lamb of god or whatever the fuck they cry out in these futile masses." She crooned out as she rested her head against my neck and continuously drove three of her fingers inside my plump sopping cunt. Her staggering breath tickled my neck with every word that she had sermonized. I knew she would've done it if I just didn't have a reputation to keep, as if fornicating in a confessional booth was a last act of mercy on her part.

I knew that I was reaching my peak with every thrust Bada had propelled and she knew it too. The ascend to my peak was immediately put to a stop as Bada had other plans in mind. She quickly pulled her fingers out of me, leaving me with a pathetic gaping hole. My resolve had been long gone and my knees were absolutely weak, threatening to give up on me at any moment. 

In a swift movement I was easily lifted by Bada and was placed on the velvet cushion of the enclosed box's seat like some ragdoll. 

She seized hold of my feet and placed a chaste kiss on it before kissing the entirety of my legs, from my sole to my thighs. It was an intimate moment as if she was almost offering a prayer of thanks before she started to devour every bit and piece of me.

She stretched out her hands and deftly parted my legs like the red sea, I could see her devious grin as she had finally a closer and more intimate view of my aching fleshy cunt. I knew that I was embarrassingly wet and that I was absolutely sore but I didn't dare look down as I was afraid to meet her eyes and see what she had done to me. 

"Look at me." Bada said in a benign but firm manner, quite the contrast as she had grabbed my face forcefully and for a moment I was confused. Why the sudden tenderness? Bada's firm hand let go of my jaw before she dove into my ocean of wetness, her forked tongue slithered inside of me like a snake. I couldn't hold myself back anymore as I moaned loudly within the confines of the wooden booth, both sides of her tongue were able to move on their own accord and it just gave her a better aim at her insistent prodding. Bada didn't dare to cover up the noises I made anymore as the ongoing mass was clearly about to end, the people in their assigned seats were standing to give praise to the Lord.

Her tongue kept on ambushing both my lips and cavern, my tears of pleasure had now mixed with the sweat that I've accumulated with how steamy the enclosed space had gotten. I could smell the scent of sex and oak mixing together creating a musk. Somehow my senses were heightened once Bada had started eating me out, I was now conscious of the noise from the outside almost taunting me that we weren't safe from being walked in on by a random passerby. 

Bada's gaze met mine, as if her foxy calculating eyes pierced through every part of my being. My eyes were hazy from my tears and I could definitely feel myself getting there. 

And with one last skillful flick, I pressed her further into my cunt by grabbing onto her hair. I came hard on her tongue, filling her mouth with so much cum that it dropped down to her chin. I lustily moaned as the churchgoers outside had finally reached the chorus of the song, their harmonious high pitched singing had covered up mine. Bada had finally lifted her head and I looked at her just with a stupefied yet content daze. 

She finally sat up from her kneeling position before grabbing my face and roughly pressing our lips together. She kept much of my cum inside of her mouth before forcefully transferring it into mine, making me swallow and taste myself whole. My eyes widened before accepting my fate as I swallowed all of it without any defiance.

Bada kept our tongues in a languid movement until she could feel that I was running out of breath. Our mouths have finally parted ways and I could feel some sense of shame brewing inside of me but it was quickly interrupted by the clap of unison from the crowd, indicating that the mass has finally ended. I took multiple breaths before gathering the strength to pick up my discarded underwear and fix my dress up as Bada did the same for herself. I stood by the door, hesitating, leaving my hand and heart too heavy to open to unlock the doorknob and end this affair with the Devil herself. 

I took a final deep breath before opening it but Bada suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going my sweet cherub?" Her voice had a hint of malice and possessiveness in between lines, she raised an eyebrow and looked at me suspiciously. I looked at her a bit dumbfounded.

"H-home?" My voice trembled as I whispered my answer, I was unsure of myself where I was heading to either. I felt absolutely lost as my mind was now clear of any trace of lust and desperation, the realization dawning on me that I had just sold myself to the Devil for a mere exchange of ineffable pleasure that I was only to experience just once in my life. 

Bada grinned mischievously as she pulled me to her chest before she pressed her mouth against my ear. 

"You're coming with me." She whispered as her voice had dropped and shifted into something a lot more sinister sounding. 

I stood frozen in shock, I could feel my breathing pattern falter with each and every second passing by. I had come face to face with the Devil and willingly danced with her. 

I was finally faced with the cold hard truth that I had left the Garden of Eden long ago. I had laid with her under the thorny olive branches of Gethsemane. I had fed the evil with every bit of my purity in its wake. I had now buried every living being in me, I was now bound to her for eternity, unable to suffer the fruit of Eve's mortality. 

[moonlit-femme]

Infodumping to your sub while using a vibrator on them. Then turning it down and telling them that it won’t be turned back up until they can answer your questions accurately.

[demonlineswhore]

I’m so incredibly grateful for how safe Ateez makes queer atinys feel, as a queer atiny myself. Whether or not any of the members are (I suspect at least a few are), they are so loudly supportive and I can thank them enough for it. It’s one thing for a celebrity/kpop idol/kpop group to make you feel happy, but a whole another thing to make you feel safe. And it’s even though so much more than just their support of the queer community that many atinys feel safe. They’re just genuinely beautiful humans🥹

[wooyoungisbaby]

ateez pride icons for pride month! :) feel free to use them without credit, but please don't claim them as you own lol

woosang ace · yungi bi · jonggi genderqueer sanhwa lesbian · woojoong nb · sanhwa pan woohwa pride · yunjoong polyamory · jongsang trans

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[peppertaemint]

I've always felt that the jikookers vs. taemin feud kinda mirrored the taekookers vs. jimin situation, but at a much smaller scale, of course. I agree with you that they feel threatened by taemin's indisputable stature as an artist, as it disrupts the narrative that bts is always the first and always the best at everything, and also because jimin looks up to him and is influenced by him (as if it wasn't obvious enough before, now we got the confirmation from the man himself, thank you very much). This reminds me of taekookers getting mad at jimin for standing out so much as a performer. I mean, he obviously does, that's why they're always all up in his business instead of focusing on their favs' "records". Also, they hate the fact that they're close because they read taemin as queer, which makes them think that they actually might have kissed, once, at a party (just once). Kookie's friends look straight enough to them, so they can stay. A bit homophobic if you ask me. I'm sure that if we saw taemin around jimin publicly more often, he would've been already promoted to the same The Other Woman™ role jimin occupies for tkks. And besides all that, I could write an essay on why jimin's friendships have always been under scrutiny because many people can't take the fact that he has more going on in his life besides being the members' cheerleader and jungkook's devoted wife, but that's a different topic.

Thank you for this Ask, Anon. You raised a lot of salient points here. The one I'm gonna pick up on is Taemin's perceived queerness, with emphasis on perceived.

There is an odd thing that happens with non-fans. They mostly think he's gay, that it's obvious, and they don't really like their favourite having a connection to him. While, within the fandom community, shawols cannot decide if they think he's gay. If you were to ask around, you'd get quite a few different opinions.

I find it interesting because the "outside" community has very specific and strong opinions of him. I connected with a Korean-American lady in her 50s a while ago and talked about all things Kpop. She wasn't a shawol. One of the first things she said, unprompted, was, oh Taemin, he's gay but can never come out, what a shame/challenge for him (I was chatting from a 2Min account, just for context). I was a little floored at how readily she shared this fully-formed opinion.

It seems the world outside shawols have already made up their minds about him, in one way or another. I think about when he was young and had that beautiful long hair, but his frame was still so slight that the gender confusion for an onlooker was understandable. It must have been hard to have the world decide that you were sitting somewhere on the trans spectrum. And to know everyone thinks they know you're gay.

There is a zero percent chance of him not feeling these things, and he's certainly done both reactionary hetero-leaning performances and queer performances. Pretty Boy is and Internet War are the first that come to mind. And it's worth remembering that sometime in the early 2010s, there was a Korean news report about homosexuality in kpop idols, and he and Jonghyun were named in it (as a couple, I think 💀).

I don't love the song Pretty Boy, but the choreography with its military steps and these lyrics have a lot to say.

Hey you, tough guy / Relax your hardened shoulders / Hey feel the way I move

I’m like a speeding train / You’ll be surprised / Look at that poor girl, I hope you notice / She says “you’re a guy so…” like a habit / Why is being sensitive and prepared the opposite of being a man?

Cause I do it I do it for you / I won’t pretend to be innocent like a puppet / Everyone talks so easily

I may always seem pretty, I may always seem good / I may seem nice, I may seem soft / But that’s all a part of your imagination that’s over my head / (Pretty Boy)

[just4jinx]

Lately I've been really thinking about mommy kink ryujin,like,reader calling ryujin her mommy as a joke but something really shifts inside ryujin like "yep,new kink discovered"

ugh, this is so real. she definitely likes to be called mommy.

i can imagine ryujin happily helping you complete a basic task or feeding you something she just cooked for you.

“thanks, you’re like my mommy..” you’d make a passing comment followed by a light laugh, thinking she’d laugh it off but she physically couldnt. ryujin would completely switch up and stand up straight, her eyes set on yours.

“you like when mommy helps you out, hm?”

you’d immediately feel weak at the knees, as if you were about to completely double over. a breathy “stop” would be all you could allow to leave your lips but your reaction would be enough to validate ryujin’s thoughts and feelings.

totally embarrassed, you’d turn your head away knowing you wouldnt be able to maintain eye contact with the other woman. she’d gently hold your chin to force you to look at her, a dark look glazed over her eyes.

“you want mommy to look after you, baby? i can make you feel good.”

she would waste no time to touch you, working hard to give you the most intense, body shaking orgasm youve had in a while, screaming out for mommy as you come in her mouth 🩷

[b-baang]

カモメ ` ᕦ ˓⠀⠀˓ 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 , 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝒔.

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🇵🇸THE BASALAH FAMILY NEEDS TO EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY🇵🇸

PLEASE REBLOG!

The Basalah family lost their brother, Said Basalah, from an Israeli air strike on October 22nd, 2023. Now, the majority of them have been living in the tents of Rafah, an area under constant bombardment and threat of invasion! The Basalah family NEEDS to evacuate now to protect the rest of their family, including TWO CHILDREN!

Nezar Basalah, the father, suffers from many chronic diseases, and was supposed to undergo heart catheterization 6 months ago! Israa Basalah, one of his daughters located in the NORTH is 8 MONTHS PREGNANT, and has to prepare to give birth with NO medical care, food, or a healthy environment.

All of these people have hopes and dreams, and each one of them is somebody’s everything! PLEASE, TOGETHER WE NEED TO DO EVERYTHING WE CAN TO HELP THEM!

PLEASE REBLOG, and donate if you can! ANY HELP COUNTS— SHARING GOES A LONG WAY!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!❤️💚🤍🖤🕊️

[shortyinblue]

Atinys saying how much they love that Hongjoong's song is genderless and the drawing is very androgynous and there's others saying "that's obviously a girl" "he's clearly singing about a girl"

How is this drawing "clearly" a girl? Because if you assume long hair = woman that's a you problem. You wouldn't assume they were a woman if it wasn't for the long hair.

Even if he is singing about a girl that's not a problem, the problem is people thinking he couldn't possibly be singing about anyone else.

I always love how genderless Hongjoong is with his lyrics, how neutral and inclusive he always is and for some reason we can't praise that without people saying we "want him to be gay" I don't give af what his sexuality is but considering how adamant they are that he must be straight they clearly do care.

Assuming he's straight is as much pushing a sexuality on him as assuming he's Queer.

But as an Agender person I love how genderless his lyrics are and I will always speak about that.