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[hychildlysist]

MEPLUM Pride Stickers, 200 PCS LGBTQ+ Stickers, Gay Stickers Bulk for Trans Bi Lesbian LGBTQ Gay Pride Stuff, Mixed Pride Stickers for Pride Accessories, All Kind of Pride Stickers for Laptop Helmet

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[deadboystims]

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[battle-of-alberta]

"isn't it early for you to post about hockey, Hapo? especially after your constant complaining about having to draw hockey on the 'cities who like hockey' blog and your teams abysmal track record so far this season?" yeah but this time it's personal as Pride Tape is an Edmonton creation and the Oilers were the first team to use it.

You'll be happy to hear that sales have gone up since the NHL banned it : )

[sc00pie]

fuzzy embrace

17" x 14"

marker, ink, pen, stickers, on sketch paper

Scoopie, 2023

[no-144444]

new meetings- o.piastri

summary: oscar is terrified for you to meet his family, funnily enough, you already know a few of them...

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! famous! reader

a/n: PRAYING FOR AN OP81 WIN TOMORROW

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Mae was a very convincing person when she wanted to be, and being her big brother, Oscar genuinely wanted to give her whatever she wanted. But meeting you? That was something he was dreading. 

He’d made the mistake of leaving his phone on the counter unlocked when he was making dinner, and she saw your messages in his phone. What followed was a very awkward explanation that you two had been seeing each other for the past few months, but he wasn’t going to introduce you to his family yet, he just… wasn’t ready. Which was fair. But Nicole protested, and so did all of his sisters, so he had no choice but to offer you a paddock pass for Australia, and hope you were busy. 

You weren’t. And you were much too supportive of him to not attend. So he was, in simple terms, fucked. 

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“You can’t be weird,” he sighed as he walked his sisters through the paddock. “Just be… normal.” 

“We are being normal, you’re the one sweating right now,” Hattie chuckled. 

Oscar pulled at the collar of his team kit, and genuinely prayed hiss otters wouldn’t be so awkward with you. He didn’t want to scare you off. 

“Come on Osc, we’re cool!” Tim chuckled, clapping a hand on his back. “Jesus, you are sweaty,” he mumbled as he wiped his hand on his shorts. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. 

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You sat with Alex Dunne, one of the development drivers who was in F2, just chatting casually. 

“Osc, hey,” you smiled easily, wrapping your arms around his neck, then grimacing. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, but his voice was much too high, and his grip on your waist was much too tight. You raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry about what’s going to happen now,” he whispered and kissed your cheek. 

You turned your head and saw his family, but also your great Pilates buddy, Nicole. Your jaw dropped as hers did at the same time. “Nicole? Shut up!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, a soft laugh coming out. She walked up to you and wrapped her arms around you in a gentle hug. “How are you?” You asked, hugging her back. 

Oscar looked between the two of you, shocked. 

“I’m great! How are you sweetheart?” She asked, looking you over. “You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled brightly. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” you smiled. 

She pulled you in again. “When are you coming back to Pilates?” She begged and you giggled. 

“Soon, I promise. I just finished filming in Toronto so I’m back in Australia for the foreseeable, lest Oscar needs my support at races,” you beamed, looking at him with all the pride in the world. His face was contorted into one of confusion and mild disgust? You stared at him and cupped his cheek, curious. “What’s wrong?”

“You know my mum?” He questioned. 

“Of course I do,” you shrugged. “We do Pilates together.”

Again, he was perplexed about the fact neither of you had mentioned it. “I know I’m bad at telling people things, but this is next level.”

Nicole scoffed. “Who didn’t tell me they were extending their contract?” 

He was pretty quiet after that. 

“I’m Mae!” She interjected, walking up beside you and Nicole. “I’m a huge fan.”

Oscar face-planted. So cool. 

“Nice to meet you Mae, I’m Y/n,” you smiled, pulling her in for a hug. 

“I’m Hattie,” she smiled, greeting you. “I got you this,” she handed you a sticker of Oscar as a sonny angel. You gasped, taking it from her hand. 

“I love it!” You beamed. “It’s so cute, thank you so much!”

Never did Oscar ever think he’d see himself as a sonny angel, but he did know it was right up your alley, and some of the anxiety in his chest eased as he watched you effortlessly mix with his family. 

“I’m Tim,” he stepped forward. 

“Fuck off Tim,” you chuckled, pulling him into a hug. “How are you?”

Oscar was once again confused. 

“I'm great, Bug, thank you,” he smiled. “How are you?”

“Bug?” Oscar commented, but it was drowned out by the conversation flowing freely, Eddie joining in. 

He watched for about 30 minutes with a bright smile on his face as you mixed in perfectly with his family. 

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His hands trailing up your shirt, exposing skin as the sun set outside the window. The way his lips were moving against yours, the way his hands felt on your body, the way he reacted to the things you were doing. He was addictive. 

“How do you know my stepdad?” Oscar questioned as he pulled back from kissing you. You looked up at him, unimpressed. You propped yourself up on your elbows. 

“You think about Tim when we’re making out?” You questioned and the look on his face was enough to tell you he didn’t. You chuckled. “I’ve worked with him before.”

“Where?”

“On a film,” you explained. “When I was really young.”

He nodded, and lay beside you. “How didn’t I know this?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Ithink I would’ve mentioned it if I thought it was important.”

“And you know my mum?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded and kissed his cheek, trying to get him back into the mood. “Pilates.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you lay on top of him, pressing kisses to his neck. “And I didn’t know this?”

“Evidently not,” you smirked. “Did you feel the need to?”

“I don’t know,” he huffed. “I was just so…-”

“Nervous? For today?” You stifled a laugh. He shot you a dirty look and you chuckled. “I didn’t notice, actually.” 

He huffed and nodded. “It was pretty obvious,” he sighed, burying his head in your neck. “I don’t know, maybe I would’ve just… been a little less stressed if I knew you knew them already,” he shrugged. “I just… maybe wouldn’t have been so-”

“Anal?” You offered. “Militarial?”

“Worried,” he finished for himself as he shot you yet another dirty look, making you laugh, yet again. 

“Why would you be worried?” You questioned, cupping his cheeks. “I love you.”

He rolled his eyes, trying to stop his heart beat from racing and attempting to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. “I love you too,” he admitted. “But I’m afraid I’m going to scare you away.” 

You stared at him with a raised eyebrow, and sat up (aka you straddled him which meant this conversation was going to be a lot harder to keep his mind on. Also, harder- did you see what I did there 😝). “Why would you scare me away?” You gently pulled a hand through his hair. 

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I don’t have a regular job, I’m weirdly famous, I drive very dangerous cars, I’m extremely awkward at all of your events, I’m-“ 

“I love you, Osc. Anything you say won’t change that,” you shook your head. “I love you.”

It hit him deep in the chest, so much he was sure it would’ve made him double over, had he been standing. A soft smile crept its way onto his face and he pulled you down to kiss him again. Your hands traveled under his shirt, and the kiss was back. 

“I love you too,” he mumbled against your lips. You pulled back and tried not to notice how beautiful you looked with swollen lips and smushed lipstick, but it was pretty hard not to. “So fucking much.”

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[wanderingcritter]

Friendly reminder to never EVER let losers on the internet convince you that alterhumanity is wrong or will never be accepted by general society.

I went to my city's local renaissance faire earlier this week and I had genuinely such an incredible experience. I went with my tail, theta delta necklace, and mask (which I may post here once Im fully done with it lol) gear and received so many compliments. Not only that but I saw and talked to quite a few other alterhumans, like at least 10 and that was after only being there for 1 of the 2 days for less than 2 hours. Also please keep in mind that this was by no means a large ren faire (at least compared to others in the region) and the area I live in is very mixed in terms of progressiveness. But at one point I was walking past some vendors and an older lady running one of the booths exclaimed how much she liked my mask and asked to take a picture of it, and explained how her granddaughter was just starting to learn how to make some of her own. And then told me that the booth next to hers was "selling some therian masks" (yes she actually used the word therian completely unprompted!) and sure enough the couple in there were selling some masks made by their 11 year old daughter (which were absolutely gorgeous btw). Afterwards, as I was out near the parking lot waiting for my ride so that I could leave, I was practicing quadrobics and some 5-6 year old kids walked past me with their parents and looked absolutely awestruck. Shortly after another woman approached me and told me that her young granddaughter was completely overjoyed when she saw me me running around and had wanted to come play with me, and had said "Ive never seen a creature play like that before!!"

Not only was the ren faire itself super fun and cool to be at (I can't wait for next year omg), but it was unexpectedly the most positive alterhuman related experiences Ive had maybe ever.

There is a future where we are normal, where others see us as who we truly are and where we don't have to conceal ourselves to avoid judgement. The road isn't always going to be smooth, especially as we grow in numbers, in fact I fully expect things to get a whole lot worse for us in the years and decades to come. But one day, maybe even in our lifetimes, you will walk through a pride parade and see someone enthusiastically waving a massive theta delta flag through the crowd. You will hear strangers casually use species neutral language like it's the most normal thing in the world. You will sit down with your family to watch the newest popular tv show that includes a character who has received species affirming medical care. You will walk past a cozy locally owned business that has an "all species welcomed!" sticker on their window next to their lgbtq+ and poc welcoming signs.

We are everywhere, and we're not going away. There will always be those who refuse to understand us, but there will be more who choose to love and accept us in our entirety, I have absolutely no doubt about that <3

[edenfenixblogs]

I was having a rough night so I went to my favorite funny website IsMercuryInRetrograde.com

I’m not a huge believer in astrology, but the website only has two pages:

If it’s in retrograde it says yes, which feels weirdly validating.

If it’s not in retrograde it just says “No, something else must be bumming you out,” which always gives me a little chuckle.

Fun silly website. Yay.

Except this time

YES. SOMETHING ELSE IS BUMMING ME OUT.

The fact that unless I lock myself in a room with only pre-written or pre-recorded material that I’ve already read or watched and know is safe I CANNOT GO TWELVE FUCKING HOURS WITHOUT HEARING ABOUT THIS FUCKING WAR.

It’s killing me. There are no breaks. I open any website or social media app and it’s an immediate bombardment of info about the war. I go watch a YouTube video and then there’s a fundraiser at the end.

I flip through channels and see news about an antisemitic attack or a bombing in Gaza or Rafah.

I leave notifications on and get a text from a friend who sees a “rape is resistance” sticker on her walk home from school.

I go to look for pride merch and see watermelon merch mixed in as if war is some kind of gay accessory. I look through a fandom tag and see cartoon characters in a kids cartoon drawn with Palestinian flags.

It’s fucking endless. It’s insane. I just wanted a few days without having to think about all of it so I could recharge and I haven’t even been able to go a continuous 12 hour stretch without something or someone shoving the whole thing in my face.

It’s not healthy to live like this. I already have PTSD. And I’m trying with all my might not to retreat fully within myself but this is fucking killing me.

And I am someone who is pro peace and pro ceasefire and pro Palestinian welfare and anti-Likud but also anti-antisemitism. I do nothing but promote interfaith and intercultural organizations devoted to fostering peace. I want this war over.

And yet I’m fucking stuck in this perpetual hellhole of awful news and constant imagery about war and death and antisemitism and Palestinian suffering. And it’s too much. Why can’t I even go 12 hours. It’s killing me.

The fucking mercury in retrograde website‽ YES. SOMETHING ELSE IS BUMMING ME OUT AND ITS YOU.

[xoamiiren]

SHINY NEW THINGS, ｡ﾟ☆ 𓈒𓈒 surprise piercings

𖥔 PRECIS. In which, they surprise you with their new piercing, after being inspired by you. PAIRING. uni bf!enha x tattoo artist gf!reader GENRE. fluff WARNINGS. skinship, petnames, mild kissing

authors note ୨୧ First post, kinda nervous. I was heavily inspired by Romance Untold: Inceptio Ver. The blush, the stickers ⸝⸝ just everything!! ◜ ᴗ ◝

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HEESEUNG : Ver. Eyebrow

The soft hum of Heeseung's motorbike drifted through your open window, a familiar sound that brought a small smirk to your face. You looked up from your desk, where your latest tattoo designs were scattered, doodles of delicate lines and intricate patterns.

Moments later, you heard the door to your apartment click open, and the faint shuffle of Heeseung’s steps. He appeared in the doorway of your room, hood up, his face partially hidden. His hair was messier than usual, fluffing around his forehead in a way that seemed intentional, as if he were trying to hide something.

You spun around in your desk chair to face him.

“Heeseung?” you asked, tilting your head curiously as you pointed to your own head. “What’s with the hood?”

He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and he took a few steps closer. “Just wanted to see you, princess” he murmured, his voice warm and a little playful. After a few short strides towards you, he turned your chair to face him better before leaning down, and brushing his lips gently against yours, the kiss so tender it sent a flutter through your chest.

As he pulled back, you noticed something glinting just above his eye—a small silver piercing nestled in his eyebrow, catching the light. You gasped softly, your fingers instinctively reaching up to touch it after you combed your own fingers through his soft red locks.

“When did you—?”

Heeseung’s eyes twinkled with a mixture of pride and bashfulness, the corners of his lips quirking up into a grin. “Got it today. Thought it would look cool… kind of inspired by you.”

Your fingertips gently traced the piercing, feeling the cool metal against his warm skin. It added an unexpected edge to his otherwise laidback aura, a hint of rebellion that made him look even more intriguing. It was sexy in a way you hadn’t expected, a perfect, wild contrast to his usually soft, relaxed, manly demeanor.

Heeseung’s gaze never left yours as you touched the piercing, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of excitement and hope, like a puppy waiting for approval. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, your heart swelling at the sight of his starry-eyed expression. “I love it. It suits you… makes you look a little dangerous.”

Heeseung chuckled, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “Mm? Dangerous? I like that.” He leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this new piercing was the perfect addition to the boy you adored.

JAY : Butterfly Kiss

The gentle patter of rain against the window filled the room. You lay on the bed, lost in thought, when you heard the front door open. Moments later, Jay stepped into the room, casually shaking off his damp jacket.

"Hey baby," he murmured softly, making his way to the bed. Without hesitation, he crawled up and nestled himself between your legs, his head resting comfortably on your stomach while his arms found their way around your waist, eyes closing as he let out a content sigh.

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair, but something caught your eye. A glint of silver sat perfectly under his eye. Leaning closer, you saw it—a delicate butterfly kiss piercing.

"Jay…" you gasped. "When did you…?"

He didn’t answer, his lips twitching into a playful smirk, eyes still closed.

"Jay, are you seriously pretending to be asleep?" you laughed, lightly tapping his shoulder. "I see it! It looks amazing!"

He chuckled, eyes fluttering open, a proud sparkle in his gaze. "Surprise," he said with a grin.

You reached out, brushing your fingers over the piercing that sat so nicely on his cheekbone. It added a new layer of sexiness to his already gentlemanly persona, perfectly complementing his sharp features and deep eyes.

"It’s perfect," you whispered. "I can’t believe you got it."

Jay’s grin widened. "I wanted to surprise you. Thought it might make me look a little more… edgy."

"You look incredible," you assured him, cupping his cheek. "It adds this whole new vibe."

He leaned up to kiss your forehead before settling back down. "I got it because your designs are always inspiring. And I wanted something to remind me of you."

Your heart swelled, and you pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "You’re the sweetest," you murmured.

He smiled, eyes closing again as he nestled back into you. "I think you’re the sweetest," he whispered.

And there, in the quiet comfort of your shared space, you lay together, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the rain softly tapping against the window.

JAKE : Smiley

You were lying on the couch, fingers gently drumming against your bare belly, absently playing with the dangling red gem of your navel piercing while a TV show played softly in the background. The front door creaked open, and you heard Jake’s familiar footsteps. He came home from classes, his bag slung over his shoulder and a faint trace of tiredness on his face, yet his eyes were bright with anticipation.

He dropped his bag by the door and immediately headed over to you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He settled down beside you on the couch, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. You continued to focus on the TV, but you could sense him watching you closely, his eyes tracing over your belly and the gem that hung there.

“Hi love,” he said softly, his voice and signature Aussie accent pulling your attention away from the screen. You turned to look at him, and that’s when you noticed it—a glimmer of silver catching the light as he smiled wide. A smiley piercing, the delicate barbell glistening against his pearly white teeth.

You blinked, doing a double take as the realization hit. “Is that…?” you began, your voice trailing off in surprise.

Jake’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with pride and a hint of mischief. “Yep,” he replied, leaning back slightly to give you a better view. “Got it today. Thought it’d be fun to surprise you. And, you know, I wanted to impress you a little,” he added with a playful shrug.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, a mix of amusement and adoration bubbling up inside you. “It looks amazing,” you said, genuinely impressed. The piercing added a whole new level of sexiness and edge to his otherwise sweet, playful demeanor. It was such a stark contrast to his boyish charm—this little piece of metal that somehow made him look even more intriguing and attractive. It was like he’d unlocked a new side of himself, one that was daring and confident.

Jake’s cheeks flushed slightly at your compliment, but he kept his gaze steady on you, his eyes filled with that starry, prideful look that made your heart skip a beat. “I got it because of you,” he admitted. “Your designs, your piercings…they’re so cool. I wanted to show you I can be cool too. Not just the ‘nice guy’ you always tease me about.”

You chuckled, reaching out to lightly touch the piercing with your fingertip. “Oh, Jake,” you murmured, your voice softening. “You’ve always been cool. But this? This just makes you…irresistibly cool.”

He beamed at your words, the glow of his smile making his new piercing shine even brighter. Leaning closer, he rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes still fixed on you with that same adoring gaze. And as you sat there, side by side on the couch, you realized that Jake, with his sweet smile and newfound edge, was even more captivating than ever.

SUNGHOON : Industrial

You were in the kitchen, humming softly to yourself as you prepared a simple snack. It was late, and the apartment was quiet, save for the faint sound of the refrigerator humming and the clink of utensils. You had just finished slicing some fruit when you heard the door open, followed by the sound of Sunghoon’s soft footsteps as he came home from his late class.

Before you could turn to greet him, you felt his presence behind you—a comforting warmth that enveloped you in an instant. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. He let out a content sigh, his breath warm against your skin.

“Long day?” you asked softly, leaning back into his embrace.

Sunghoon nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to the tiny butterfly tattoo on your exposed shoulder. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled closer, as if trying to hide from the world. His hold on you tightened a little, and you could feel his heart beating steadily against your back.

Smiling to yourself, you set down the knife and turned in his arms, wanting to see his face and properly hug him. But Sunghoon kept his face buried in the crook of your neck, his arms remaining firmly around you. You chuckled softly at his shyness, gently running your fingers through his hair in a soothing motion.

It was then that you noticed something new—a shiny silver industrial piercing in his ear, peeking out from behind his dark hair. Two spiky studs glinted at either end of the bar, catching the light and drawing your attention.

Your breath hitched slightly as you took in the sight, your hand instinctively moving to touch the piercing. “Sunghoon,” you whispered in awe, your fingers grazing the cool metal. “When did you get this, baby?”

He finally lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his cheeks flushed with a faint blush. “Today,” he replied quietly, his voice still soft. “I… I wanted to try something new…”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, your heart swelling with affection. “It looks amazing,” you told him, gently touching the piercing again. The industrial bar added a whole new level of sexiness and edge to his clean, prince-like coolness. It contrasted so perfectly with his usual composed demeanor, giving him a rebellious flair that only made him more captivating.

Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and shyness as he watched you admire his new piercing. “I was a little nervous about it,” he admitted, his lips curling into a small, bashful smile. “But I thought… maybe it’d suit me. And I wanted to impress you.”

You grinned, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as you looked up at him. “Well, you definitely did,” you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. “It suits you perfectly, Hoon. You look incredible.”

His smile grew wider, and despite his initial embarrassment, he seemed to relax a bit, his gaze softening as he stared down at you with starry, prideful eyes. “Thanks,” he whispered, his hands still resting on your waist. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” you assured him, leaning up to press a tender kiss to his cheek. “And I love you.”

Sunghoon’s blush deepened, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he held you closer, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered back, “I love you too.” And as you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have someone as wonderful as him by your side.

SUNOO : Nose

You stepped out of class, the crisp afternoon air brushing against your face as you scanned the crowd of students dispersing across the campus. It didn’t take long to spot Sunoo, waiting just outside with a bright smile on his face. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you, and he immediately started walking over, his steps quick and eager.

Before you could even say hello, Sunoo pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you with familiar warmth. Then, with a playful grin, he leaned in and planted a quick, soft peck on your lips. It was so sudden and sweet that it made your heart flutter.

As you leaned back to look at him, you noticed something new—something shiny and sparkly catching the light on his nose. A small, glittering stud adorned his nostril, and it immediately drew your attention. You blinked in surprise, taking a moment to admire how the stud added a touch of sparkle to his already bright and cheerful face.

Sunoo’s cheeks turned a rosy pink, his shyness mixing with excitement. His eyes were wide and hopeful as he waited for your reaction, biting his lip nervously. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with anticipation. “I got it because of you... I thought it might suit me.”

For a moment, you were speechless, just staring at him and taking in this new look. The piercing added a whole new level of mischievousness to Sunoo’s usual cute, soft image. It was unexpected and yet, somehow, it fit him. The sparkly stud seemed to enhance his playful nature, making his already captivating eyes look even brighter and more mischievous.

You smiled up at him, reaching out to gently touch the stud. “I love it,” you finally said, your voice full of admiration. “It looks amazing on you, Sunoo. It’s like…it adds this little hint of mystery and sass. You look so…different, but in a really good way.”

Sunoo’s face lit up at your words, a look of pure joy spreading across his features. He glanced down shyly, but there was no mistaking the pride in his eyes. “Good, thank you” he murmured, glancing back up at you with a playful wink. “I wanted to surprise you, and maybe show you a different side of me. Not just the cute Sunoo, you know?”

You chuckled, feeling a warm glow spread through you. “Well, consider me very impressed,” you replied, leaning in to give him another quick kiss. “You’re definitely full of surprises.”

Sunoo beamed, his hand finding yours as you started to walk together, side by side. And as you glanced over at him, admiring the way the sun caught the glimmer of his new piercing, you couldn’t help but think that Sunoo, with his sweet smile and new mischievous edge, was even more enchanting than ever.

JUNGWON : Lip Ring

It was late evening at the tattoo studio. The sun had dipped below the skyline, casting a soft golden hue through the windows. You were at your workbench, carefully cleaning up after a long day. The faint buzz of the tattoo machines had finally quieted, leaving a serene calm that settled over the room.

Jungwon had arrived only moments ago and was sitting quietly beside you, watching as you meticulously wiped down your equipment and organized your tools. His hands were folded in his lap, fidgeting slightly, a nervous energy radiating from him. You could feel his gaze on you, a mix of curiosity and something more lingering in his cat-like gaze.

As you reached for the last cloth, Jungwon shifted a bit closer. You glanced up briefly, catching his eye just as he quickly looked away, a blush creeping up his cheeks. You smiled, finding his shyness endearing.

“Are you alright?” you asked softly, gently scratching your nose where a delicate shimmery stud twinkled.

Jungwon nodded quickly, but his eyes darted away again, clearly struggling with something on his mind. Before you could ask him what was bothering him, he suddenly leaned forward, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to your cheek.

You felt a cool, unexpected sensation brush against your skin, and when he pulled back, you saw the small, shiny glint of a new lip ring.

“Jungwon…” you breathed, touching your cheek where the kiss had landed. “Is that…?”

He nodded, looking a little sheepish now, but there was a proud glimmer in his eyes. “I got it today. Because of you. I wanted to match,” he admitted, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Your heart swelled at the thought, warmth spreading through your chest. “It’s beautiful,” you said, reaching out to gently touch the ring. “It suits you. Adds a bit of an edge to that perfect model student image of yours.”

He chuckled, a little self-conscious but clearly pleased by your compliment. You could see the nervousness still lingering, but there was also a newfound confidence in the way he looked at you, the way he sat just a bit taller, leaning back on his arms.

You found yourself leaning in, closer to him, until your noses almost touched. “Can I kiss you?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungwon’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching. But then he nodded, a quick, eager nod, his own breathless whisper escaping, “Yeah...”

You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his, and felt the cool metal of his new lip ring against your skin. It was a soft, sweet kiss, filled with a gentle warmth and the unmistakable thrill of something new.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling, a shared glow in your eyes. Jungwon reached up, touching his lip ring again, before biting it gently. That was hot. A small, almost disbelieving laugh escaped him. “I can’t believe I did this,” he said, a mix of amazement and happiness in his voice.

You laughed too, giving him another quick peck on the lips. “I’m glad you did,” you said. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Jungwon’s smile widened, dimples prominent and he leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I want to be a little more rebellious,” he confessed. “Just for you.”

You chuckled softly, your fingers gently tracing his jawline. “I’ll love whatever version of you, you decide to be,” you whispered.

As you both sat there, the quiet of the studio wrapping around you like a warm embrace, you knew this was a moment you’d never forget — the start of something wonderfully new.

NI-KI : Venom Tongue

It was a quiet night in your dorm's share house, your roommates asleep and the world outside settled into a deep, peaceful hush. You were lounging on your bed, working on some new tattoo designs, when you received a text from your boyfriend. It was typical of Ni-ki to be playful and mysterious, but tonight's message was particularly intriguing: "I have a surprise for you. Wait for me :)"

An hour or so later, while you were lost in your sketches, you heard a soft rustling by your bedroom window. Turning around, you saw Ni-ki’s grinning face peeking through the open gap. You couldn’t help but laugh quietly as he slipped through the window with practiced ease, landing lightly on the floor.

“Surprise!” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You motioned for him to come closer, your curiosity piqued. “Alright, look at these, then you can show me your surprise.”

Ni-ki plopped down on the edge of your bed, his playful demeanor never fading. As you laid out your designs for him, he took an enthusiastic interest, nodding and commenting on each and every one. But soon, his attention shifted from the sketches to you.

As you finished explaining your last sketch, your voice trailed off as Ni-ki pulled you gently but firmly between his legs, drawing you closer to him by the hips. Instinctively, you leaned down until you felt his breath against your skin as his lips met yours in a slow, tender kiss. The contact was electrifying, and the sensation of something cool and smooth brushing against your tongue caught you by surprise.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes wide with shock, Ni-ki’s smirk was positively devilish. He stuck out his tongue, revealing two shiny metal balls nestled perfectly in the center. The new Venom piercing gleamed under the soft light of your room, a stark contrast to his usual playful grin.

“You got a piercing?” you gasped, leaning in closer to examine the metal balls. “Just like my dimples?”

Ni-ki chuckled, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he tapped his fingers gently against the tiny studs in your lower back. “Yeah, inspired by you... Do you like it?”

Your heart raced at the sight. His new piercing was not just a bold choice but an edgy complement to his already wild personality. It was undeniably hot, the perfect blend of rebellion and charm.

“It’s amazing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “It looks so good on you.”

Ni-ki’s grin widened, and he leaned in for another kiss, the metal of his piercing cool against your lips. The kiss was slow, sweet, and full of unspoken promises and you immediately knew kissing Ni-ki would quickly become your new favorite hobby. When he pulled back, his expression was a mix of satisfaction and affection.

“You know,” Ni-ki said, “I was a little nervous to show you… but it was worth it.”

You smiled, your fingers lightly tracing the metal of his piercing. “Well, you definitely nailed it. It’s perfect.”

Ni-ki’s laughter was soft and full of warmth. “I’m glad you think so. It hurt like a bitch.”

As you both sat there, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment, basking in hushed giggles and heated kisses, you couldn’t help but marvel at how Ni-ki’s new piercing was not just a rebellious addition but a symbol of your shared connection. It was a night filled with sweetness and a touch of daring, perfectly capturing the essence of your relationship.

[spideyswebfluid]

spiderman ship hcs ( a mix of spideypool and spideytorch)

Too prideful to admit to Deadpool he actually enjoys golden girls and watches it while he's not there

Johnny storm has a one sided small unrequited crush on peter for years, its the reason he never keeps a relationship long enough since he always compares them to peter

Peter sometimes gets so physically overwhelmed when hes injured to the point he's immovable, and Deadpool found out the hard way during patrol. He now carries ear plugs for him

During the time johnny and peter shared an apartment, they drunkenly slept together. (Peter exploring bisexuality and Johnny just wanting that cookie) Peter never brings it up but Johnny jokes about it when it's just the two of them

Peter will never admit it was good

Peter will often bring gold star stickers on patrol for Deadpool, and gives him one when he actually listens! Johnny is endlessly jealous Abt it

Peter likes to sit a little closer to johnny since johnny is constantly warm, no matter how cold it is

[ripper-1888]

Alright, so I'm going to be just a little bit of an annoying promoter, BUT:

The Magnus Archives fans! Did you know that there is a TMA TTRPG?

Cause I only found out at the end of last year and got the core book as a Christmas present. It is my pride and joy (even if it did arrive kind of damaged, but that likely cause my local mailmen are fond of throwing packages like Frisbees.)

It has 384 pages! With amazing writing and hauntingly beautiful and bizarre illustrations!

And even though I have no one to play with, I have a blast just reading it and coming up with scenarios in my noggin.

However, after the fact, I learned that this was a crowd funded project before it was being sold on Monte Cook Games.

(Here's the link for it, btw, in case anyone wants a look-see 👀)

During the run of the crowd funding campaign, they had a bunch of cool exclusives, including physical copies of *A Guest for Mr. Spider*!

I was so bummed when I realized that I missed out on this! I get FOMO really bad (maybe it's the neurodivergency, I dunno), so I was sad to see what I missed out on by coming into the fandom late.

(This is where I become actually annoying, I am so sorry)

Then I learned that there is a new crowd funded campaign happening!

It's happening right now, actually! It's over on BackerKit and it's running until March 13th.

(I kept meaning to post about this sooner, but life has been coming at me with the steel pipe)

It's to help fund 3 new books for the TTRGP: *Make Your Statement*, *Face Your Fears*, and *DO NOT OPEN*.

*Make Your Statement* has 10 new ready-made investigations to add to your game, some of which were written by Mr. Jonathan Sims himself!

*Face Your Fears* is specifically for the GM, with new monsters, artifacts, and the like, as well as a map of the Magnus Institute itself.

*DO NOT OPEN* allows for a more expansive character creation, geared a little more towards experienced players of the game who want to mix things up and keep it fresh.

Every pledge tier also comes with a digital copy of the core book (the one I was ranting about earlier) as well as Enter the Archives, a guide for helping beginners that have little to no TMA knowledge.

There are a bunch of tier levels, some that come with physical props, the Leitner book *Dig*, and dice (which was one of the bonuses unlocked!)

You can also add some of these on to your pledge tier, if you're broke like me, or if there are only a few different items that you want and not the whole big bundle.

Maybe you want a stamp set to make your papers or books look like they belong in the Archives? Or some dust covers that will make your books look like they belong in Leitner's library? (I'm personally making sure that *Dig* comes home with me since I missed out on Mr. Spider.)

Here's the actual story info surrounding the books:

I could go on some more, but this is already quite the long post.

Here is the link if you want to check it out:

There is a ton more information there, and I really do think it's worth supporting.

The next stretch goal unlock is Mr. Jonathan Sims reading the statements found in *Make Your Statement*.

And with every stretch goal reached, a new sticker is unlocked, which every pledge tier will receive! We're voting between two right now: a scary design of Mr. Spider that says "Knock knock" or a bandaged up cartoon owl that says "Be nice to me I gave a statement today" (which was my personal vote).

Thank you for reading my very long rant 💚

[hypokeimena]

I was just talking about this "mass handmade cookie cutter product" phenomenon, I was just at a con with four discreet 3d printer booths all of whom had the exact same articulated dragon with roses on it's back? and I literally own one of these at a small scale it's adorable i like the model quite a lot, but like. it's a $4 STL file online, the filaments are $20 each on amazon, once you buy the printer you can just print them in any size forever and charge whatever people will buy because they don't realize the seller has don't like. none of the design or labor involved in producing this item, despite the fact that they did factually make it themselves on a small enough scale that it's not out of place at a handmade maker con. it's odd.

IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I AM INSANE. IT MAKES ME FEEL OUT OF TOUCH WITH CONSENSUS REALITY!!!! like it's not the same as dropshipped items bc i think those should just flatout not be allowed without VERY clear signposting - like if you are selling mass produced notions for other people's creative products you should be legally required to state who your supplier is so ppl can look up how much you're upmarking shit, bc like. there IS a market for "the factory sells those buttons in batches of 100 and i only need 5, so i'll pay a little more for a middleman to have purchased the batch of 100 and handle all the inventory" like that is a service that makes sense. to have exist. but ohhhhh my fucking god.

but what you're describing is really true, i think there's a mix between like... i know small artists who sell stuff at markets and cons and stuff pay a table fee, so they want to make back what they spent on that, and so it makes sense to want to be sure that some of what you're making is going to sell, and maybe it even makes sense to do what you describe - buy an STL file, print off some proven winners.

but from the buyers' perspective, it means that half the art markets i go to are full of enamel pins that say CAT MOM and stickers about liking avocados and pride flag keychains, bc that's what sells, and anything that's original sits unsold - or it's more expensive bc it wasn't mass-produced and had higher labor costs, so it takes longer to move... so ppl stop stocking or bringing it... and it's like if all of this is the same why am i even here. T_T

[duckprintspress]

Mythical Creature Pride Enamel Pins and Stickers!

The Kickstarter campaign to create enamel pins and stickers of these six absolutely precious mythical creature designs is now live! Love Pride? Love cute creatures? Longing to fly your Pride colors high with some cute-but-subtle Pride beasties? You have come to the right place! We’ve taken our excitement for Pride 2024 and turned it into six precious, adorable, gorgeous designs featuring playful mythical creatures in Pride flag colors that you’re not gonna want to miss! 

Each design is available as a die-cut sticker and as an enamel pin. You can get whichever stickers and pins you want: mix-and-match; get duplicates; or even back at our highest, premium backer level and get to anoint one of these cuties with a name that we’ll use for them forever after this campaign!

All the artwork is by Pippin Peacock ( @migglangelus ), who brought 110% of their inspiration, creativity, and dedication to this project, and logistics are being handled by Nina Waters at Duck Prints Press.

The designs are:

Pegasus, in transgender pride flag colors.

Loch Ness, in mlm/gay pride flag colors.

Phoenix, in wlw/lesbian pride flag colors.

Dragon, in non-binary pride flag colors.

Chimera, in bisexual pride flag colors.

Cerberus, in asexual pride flag colors (these are also the colors of the demisexual pride flag).

This campaign is running through April 2nd 2024, and we are aiming for fulfillment before or during Pride month in June.

Even better – if we can hit our stretch goals, we can offer more creatures in more flag colors!

So help us reach our goals – check out the campaign and become a backer now!

[yikesmary]

omg for wonu’s birthday could i request like reader and his daughter trying to prepare a birthday surprise for him. like maybe they’re tryna set up dinner for him after practice or a breakfast in the morning

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE — jeon wonwoo x reader

summary: where you and nari try to make breakfast and a cake before wonwoo wakes up… if only your daughter knew what the word “surprise” meant.

notes: the fact that i’m getting requests for dad!seventeen when i don’t want children LMAO. i’m not mad about it, i just think it’s funny irony. keep the requests coming though <3

this was supposed to be posted on wonwoo's birthday, but my keyboard likes not working so I had to write this in small sessions whenever my keyboard was cooperative with me, so sorry about posting late <3

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“Not too fast on the stirring, Nari. The mix might spill over,” you told your daughter, watching as she tried to diligently stir the bowl that contained the homemade frosting mixture.

Your daughter hummed and stopped stirring to look at you, “Like this, mommy?”

You nodded and she smiled, her cheeks and forehead were somehow lightly covered in the mixture. Laughing, you grabbed a clean dishrag and wiped the mixture off, her face scrunching as you wiped.

“Do you think daddy will like this?” Nari asked.

“Of course he will! Especially since it’s coming from you!” You replied, kissing your daughter on the head.

“And it’s coming from you too!” She cheerfully exclaimed.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Wonwoo was looking at the both of you with pride and adoration. He had awoken to an empty spot beside him in bed, and when he looked in Nari’s room, she was nowhere to be found either.

For a second, he thought of the worse, before a distinct noise coming from the kitchen capture his attention. Wonwoo tried his best to enter the kitchen as silently as he could, and that’s when he saw you and Nari.

Nari was the first one to stop Wonwoo, gasping and getting down from the little step stool that was for her; all the guys had gifted it to her and decorated it together, ‘Jeon Nari’ on it with the most cluttered, disorganized mess of stickers were on it, yet it was probably her most prized possession in the kitchen.

She practically jumped onto Wonwoo, who had fast enough reflexes and just knew she was going to do that. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!” Nari yelled out, grabbing his face and squeezing. While she didn’t have the strength to hurt him, it looked painful with his glasses pressing against his temples.

You smiled at the sight and joined the father-daughter duo. “Happy Birthday, baby,” you greeted, kissing him on the lips.

“Daddy, we’re making you a surprise cake and breakfast!” your daughter exclaimed, clueless on the fact that the point of a surprise was to keep it a surprise.

Wonwoo laughed at her secret keeping and you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “It’s not so much of a secret now that you told him, sweetheart,” you cooed at Nari, pinching her chubby cheeks at how cute she was.

“What’s for breakfast—“

“Nope,” you cut him off and turned him and Nari away from the food, the only semblance of hope you had at keeping his birthday breakfast a secret.

“How about you and Nari go to the living room and finish one of your LEGO projects and I’ll finish up here and call you guys when I’m ready,” you directed.

Nari clapped at the mention of the LEGOs and Wonwoo said, “what if I help—“

“You can help me by playing with our daughter in the living room and leaving me to finish your food, birthday boy,” you told him.

Sighing, he finally listened and left the kitchen, making you smile in satisfaction.

“Nari! Wonwoo! Breakfast’s ready!” You called out, placing the final plate on the table.

You heard two pairs of footsteps approach and saw that Nari ran in first, with Wonwoo lagging slightly behind. “I win!” Nari yelled out victoriously.

“You are so fast, Nari!” Wonwoo exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Once Nari was distracted, Wonwoo looked at you and whispered, “I totally let her win,”

“I don’t know, Nari was pretty fast…” you teased.

“So that’s how we’re going to play it, huh?” He challenged, and you widened your eyes, knowing what was going to happen.

Trying to get a head start, you tried running away but Wonwoo caught you, his arms around your waist and swinging you away from the door. Wonwoo then started tickling you and you squeaked and started laughing uncontrollably.

In the midst of your laughing, your daughter somehow joined in the mix, tickling you like her father was doing. “I surrender!” You tried saying, tapping Wonwoo on his knee, which instantly made him stop.

As you tried to catch your breath, Wonwoo carried Nari to a chair and began unfolding a napkin to put on her lap and another unfolded napkin around her neck. “Why do I have to do this?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want you getting your clothes dirty,” Wonwoo said.

“I see Uncle Gyu and Uncle Vernon do this sometimes,” Nari said.

“That’s because they both inhale their food,” he responded.

Once you were able to catch your breath, you sat on a dining room chair, exhausted.

You then grabbed Nari’s plate (smaller than yours and Wonwoo’s) and little portions of everything that was cooked. Then after making sure all of the food was in Nari-appropriate pieces, you gave it to her, along with kid-safe chopsticks.

Silence fell between the three of you, the only noise coming from the chewing and the occasional chopstick grazing the plate.

"What do you want to do for your birthday?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"I could go back to sleep right now and I'd be happy with what I've done for my birthday," Wonwoo smiled.

"Come on, there has to be something that you've always wanted to do for your birthday but never did,"

"Well, there is one thing,"

"Hurry, Dad!" Nari squealed, jumping up and down out of excitement.

"Just give me a second, Nari," Wonwoo said, placing the pile of blankets on a nearby chair. He then grabbed one of the blankets and placed it on the formations of chairs, making a makeshift fort.

Nari ran into the space, and since she was very small in comparison to the space, there was enough space for her to run around. You then walked into the room, arms filled with various snacks that all of you liked.

Wonwoo walked towards you and grabbed some of the snacks in order to help you out, and then crouched down to walk into the fort.

"What movie should we watch first?"

"Mommy, can we please watch a Marvel movie?" Nari asked you, giving you the similar puppy-dog eyes Wonwoo seemed to give you whenever he wanted something.

"Are you sure, baby? Some Marvel movies are violent," Wonwoo asked, patting Nari's head.

"I can watch it! I'm a good girl," Nari promised.

"How about we watch Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse?" You suggested, the movie was the closest thing to a compromise.

The father and daughter looked at each other before nodding in agreement.

Light snores filled the room as you watched Wonwoo and Nari sleep, the movie only halfway before the both of them got sleepy. It seemed routine for them to sleep whenever there was a movie put on.

Knowing that the position they were in was going to give them a sore neck, you softly shook Wonwoo awake. His glasses were askew, but his eyes fluttered open and he looked confused before looking around and then finally seeing you.

"You guys fell asleep," you softly informed him.

He yawned but moved slowly since Nari was on him. Moving her so he can carry her comfortably, he stood up. You watched as he moved, and you assumed that he was going to Nari's room to put her on her bed.

When he came back, you already started on cleaning up the food and the fort. "How did you like your birthday?" You asked, turning to him.

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer in order to give you a peck on the lips.

"It was the best birthday I've ever had,"

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[sheyri]

My Triple A experience at Pride

I love going to Pride. Being among fellow queer people, loud music, blocking traffic with our demonstration, and just vibing. I try to attend as many as I can and travel for hours on full trains if necessary.

Big Prides are great, but I especially love smaller ones in rural areas. It's less of a party and more of a demonstration, as it should be. Unfortunately rural in my area means risking confrontations with nazis, but that's a different story.

But no matter how much I love being at Pride, there's always this underlying feeling of being excluded.

Even at smaller Prides, I'm usually not the only person with an ace flag. Occasionally you can find someone with an aro flag, sometimes even an aroace person. Rarely someone with an agender flag. Though there are more people with those as pins or other accessories. But hey, most people just have the rainbow flag and no one has to disclose their sexuality or gender. In short, the people in the demonstration are great!

But from the organisation side? It's almost like the A doesn't exist! Stage discussions? Nope, at most they name asexual when they go through the list of labels. Info material? I saw one flyer about grey asexuality. Stickers? Yeah, okay, those exist in the mix, but mostly ace.

On the other hand you see lesbian and gay, trans and bi everywhere. I love penis/I love vagina, love is love, love who you want, etc. Great to see that political parties don't look past the LGBT. Nice that discussions include non-binary people as an afterthought.

When talking about love all the time, is it too much to ask to mention there are different kinds of love? That love doesn't have to be romantic to be valid? That it can be whatever you want it to be? Mention the split attraction model in info material? Have info material about aromanticism at all? Some parties actually have an aromantic sticker, but those are even rarer than ace ones.

This year there's a lot of talk about legally changing your gender, because they finally changed the law in Germany to make it a lot easier. The stage discussions are all about how it used to be and how much easier it is now. I'm not sure if I heard mention of non-binary and intersex people in this regard. If, then it wasn't much. Would've been nice to hear them mention that "diverse" is an option for your legal gender, or that you can have it removed all together. And why and for whom that is important. Especially since some federal states banned gender sensitive language from schools and government places, to "protect the German language". (They criticised that and it's a whole different rant.) Come on, gender isn't a binary, some people exist somewhere in the middle, or outside of it, or don't have a gender at all. That's not new information and queer organisations like Pride should be well aware of that and speak about it! But I guess that topic is too risky and too uncomfortable for a stage in a public place.

TL,DR Pride is great, but as an aroace agender person I often feel excluded and unseen at least to some extent.

All that said, I have to end on something positive: my favourite Pride so far - CSD Göttingen 2023.

Organised by the community, for the community. No political parties were present, because they were not invited and not welcome. Instead we had queer organisations talking on stage and manning booths. Including the local asexual and aromantic network.

There were banners along the demonstration route, saying love is love. They were put up by the city, independently, without asking the organisers if those banners were wanted. They were not. (The organisers said that.)

Out of 15 Prides I went to so far, this one was the one where I felt most at home. Unfortunately it's quite far from where I live and this year it shares a date with another Pride I want to attend, so I can't go there again. Hopefully next year. And hopefully they can keep going like this. Independent from politicians.

[glasshcvse]

ficswap for @pickmedolls !

(D)OLLIES  is  the  first  mini-album  by  a  fictional  girl  group,  PICK  ME!,  known  for  blending  bold  rebellion  with  a  playful  charm.  the  album  was  considered  a  collaboration  with  GLASSHOUSE  INC.,  home  of  the  renowned  producer  GLOOMY,  who  took  the  lead  in  producing  it.  

the  album  reflects  its  core  themes  of  individuality  and  breaking  free  from  societal  expectations.  the  six  songs  feature  a  dynamic  mix  of  pop,  hip-hop,  and  dance,  capturing  a  spirit  of  confidence  and  empowerment.  the  group  released  their  debut  single,  ANGEL  OF  MY  DREAMS,  on  april  20th,  2022,  which  was  also  included  in  the  mini.  key  tracks  include  BADITTUDE,  a  powerful  pre-released  anthem  celebrating  self-assurance  and  defiance,  and  TALK  THAT  SHHH,  which  highlights  staying  true  to  oneself  and  embracing  authenticity.  

(D)OLLIES  received  mixed  reactions.  knetizens  thought  this  album  was  a  dig  at  them  for  judging  the  members  for  the  previous  rumours  and  callouts  they  made  about  the  girls.  at  the  same  time,  international  fans  praised  the  group  for  their  fresh  sound  and  empowering  message,  establishing  PICK  ME!  as  a  standout  figure  in  the  music  scene.

album inclusions. ( they might have )

photo booklet + folded poster ( 1ea ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + lyric booklet with illustrations + miniature dollhouse set + postcard ( random member ver. ) + photocards ( random two out of five ).

track list. ( analysis cr. to /plasticflwrs )

ANGEL OF MY DREAMS ... described  as  a  'shape-shifting  banger',  the  song  explores  the  group's  love/hate  relationship  with  the  pop  industry  they've  been  at  the  heart  of  since  their  survival  show.  *there  has  been  lots  of  speculation  that  this  song  is  about  their  former  companies,  especially  with  the  line  "sold  my  soul  to  a  psycho"  could  be  directly  linked  to  that  rumour.

BADITTUDE ... is  all  about  owning  your  confidence  and  standing  up  for  yourself.  lines  like  "girls  with  that  bad  attitude"  highlight  the  power  of  embracing  your  true  self  and  rejecting  anyone  who  tries  to  bring  you  down.  it's  an  anthem  for  anyone  who's  ever  felt  misunderstood  or  pushed  aside,  encouraging  them  to  embrace  their  unique  edge  with  pride.

TALK THAT SHHH ... is  a  declaration  of  self-confidence  and  authenticity.  the  lyrics  focus  on  staying  true  to  who  you  are  despite  the  noise  and  expectations  from  the  outside  world.  the  chorus  evokes  a  sense  of  intimacy  and  self-assurance.  it’s  about  confidently  owning  your  individuality  and  living  life  on  your  own  terms,  celebrating  the  freedom  to  express  yourself  fully  and  unapologetically.

DIE FOR ME ... portrays  a  bold  and  confident  female  character  who  enjoys  having  control  over  her  partner  and  demands  their  submission  and  admiration.  the  song's  lyrics  suggest  a  sensual  and  intense  dynamic  between  two  individuals  but  with  a  hint  of  danger  and  risk.

SO WHAT ... is  all  about  shaking  off  the  weight  of  overthinking  and  self-criticism.  it’s  a  reminder  to  not  get  stuck  down  by  worries  and  to  take  life  a  little  easier.  the  chorus,  with  its  “so  what?”  attitude,  is  a  push  to  let  go  of  perfectionism  and  just  be  okay  with  things.  it’s  about  allowing  yourself  to  slow  down,  make  mistakes,  and  not  sweat  the  small  stuff.

FINDER ... is  the  desire  to  break  free  from  routine  and  monotony  and  to  explore  new  possibilities.  the  lyrics  reflect  that  despite  the  fear  of  the  unknown  or  the  dangers  of  pursuing  their  dreams,  the  group  strives  to  overcome  their  fears  and  take  action  to  obtain  a  better  life.  they  urge  others  to  take  their  hand  and  join  them  on  this  adventure.

poster.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

You needed a new one, jagi

character: Gdragon/Jiyong X fem!reader

Summary: He noticed your phone case. How could he not? It was so old. The same one you had when you went on your first date. He looked online for one that would suit you, impossible. So...why not make one?

Warnings: none

It was a quiet afternoon at the studio when G-Dragon, headphones resting around his neck, caught sight of your phone sitting on the counter. He didn’t mean to notice it, but he couldn’t help it. The case was so… well, ancient. Peeling at the edges, faded in color, and a little scratched.

It was the same one you had when you went on your first date. That first date where you were both nervous but couldn’t stop smiling at each other.

He stared at it for a long moment, a mixture of amusement and confusion in his eyes. The old phone case had been with you through thick and thin. But did it have to be so… tired looking?

It was then that an idea hit him.

"How could I not get you a new one?" he muttered to himself, tapping his fingers against his chin. He grabbed his phone and immediately began searching online, but nothing seemed right. Everything felt too generic, too boring. G-Dragon didn’t do “boring.” He needed something that would truly suit you—something special. But he couldn’t find it.

Then, as if a light bulb went off in his mind, he grinned mischievously.

"Why not make one?" he said, almost too proudly to himself.

He quickly ordered a plain black phone case. It was simple, but that was the point. His next task was what would turn it into a masterpiece: a collection of G-Dragon stickers. He carefully picked out some of his favorite ones: an image of him from his "BigBang" era, his iconic flower logo, and a few other quirky designs that he thought you'd find amusing.

A few days later, when the case finally arrived, he wasted no time. Sitting down at his desk, he spread the stickers out, mapping out the perfect arrangement. It took him a while, but he was determined to make it look stylish, not just a mess of random designs. When he was finally done, he sat back and admired his work.

The case was full of G-Dragon flair, but in a way that was still chic. It was fabulous—just like you.

That evening, when you came over, he casually slid the new phone case onto the table. His eyes glinted mischievously as he leaned back in his chair.

"What's this?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don’t know," he said with a smirk, trying to hide the excitement bubbling up inside him. "You needed a new one."

You picked up the case, running your fingers over the sleek, glossy surface. The stickers were a mix of bold and playful, and despite the loud personality of the design, it was still very... you.

It was impossible not to laugh. "You made this?" you asked, barely containing your amusement.

"Of course," he said with a wink. "You didn’t think I’d let you walk around with that ancient thing, did you?"

You shook your head in disbelief but couldn’t help the warmth spreading through your chest. He always paid attention to the smallest details. The way he remembered that old case—how it had been with you from the very beginning. It meant more than you could put into words.

"You're too much," you whispered, a fond smile tugging at your lips.G-Dragon shrugged, but the pride in his eyes was evident. "What can I say? I’m a perfectionist."

You slid the new case onto your phone, admiring it one last time before looking up at him. "Well, it’s perfect," you said, your voice soft, full of appreciation.

"Good," he replied, his lips curving into that signature smirk. "Now, I can’t wait to see you rocking it everywhere we go."

As you leaned in to kiss him, you realized that the case wasn’t just a phone accessory. It was a reminder of how much G-Dragon cared about you, in all the big and small ways.