#sc rap

[robotalien]

still insane to me that wayv brought their main dancer main vocalist and main rapper for that while ***** brought their main vocalist main dancer and some filler guy for whatever reason

[namcelestial]

also how the fuck did kris (may he rot in hell) and tao ever get into exo like seriously. what did they bring to the table

[fff777]

was listening to 90s love and it's like. how could you pull sungchan out of nct when he slew like that.

[e-dubbc11]

To Love You More

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: mentions of Billy’s abandonment, love confessions, maybe a swear word or two, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2.3K-ish

Summary: Billy shows up at your apartment drunk. You’re surprised at what he has to tell you.

A/N: Based off of the song To Love You More by Celine Dion (don’t you judge me 🤣, the violin in it is really pretty) Sunday mornings are my alone time so I was food prepping and serenading my dog when the song came on so I continued to sing to her and this idea popped in my head. I hope you like it ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The three loud raps against your door startled you.

The noise scared you bad enough to cause you to toss some of your popcorn onto the floor. You managed to regain control of your wine glass before you dropped that onto the floor too. Pausing the movie, you placed the bowl and wine glass onto the coffee table and cautiously walked over to the door.

The clock on the microwave read 1:25 AM.

The three knocks came again along with a voice you recognized. “B-baby you awake?” He boomed from the other side of the door.

“Billy? Is that you?” You asked, relaxing a little when you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“C-can y-you lemme in s-sweet girl? P-please? I-I f-feel like I’m gonna f-fall over.” He slurred.

Oh boy…

Billy had an event for his company, Anvil, tonight. As CEO, he had to make an appearance but by the sounds of it, he stayed a little longer than he probably should have.

Your relationship with Billy was still somewhat new; he hadn’t asked you to accompany him to one of these events yet and you were using the term “boyfriend” loosely.

The two of you spent a lot of time together but you just assumed he didn’t want to put a label on it and you couldn’t shake the feeling you were just setting yourself up for a heartbreak because you knew a lot of men like Billy…and dated them. They didn’t have relationships or want them; they just played with you until they were ready to move on.

But unless Billy was an exceptionally good actor, he really seemed like he was having a lot of fun with you and in turn, you were having a lot of fun with him. More than anything, you wanted this relationship to work because he made you feel loved even if he hadn’t said it out loud.

You opened the door. Billy stood leaning against the doorframe; his tie was loose around his neck. Normally perfectly styled, his ebony colored hair was slightly tousled and grazed the top of his eyebrows, and the top buttons on his crisp white dress shirt were undone. He still looked incredibly handsome.

Billy’s cheeks were flushed from the chilly winter air as he greeted you with that familiar million-dollar smile. His eyes were halfway open and you could still smell the bourbon on his breath as he pinched your chin and gave you a slightly sloppy kiss.

“W-well don’t you look a-adorable!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled a little and bit back a smile because you were just wearing pajama pants and a ribbed tank top. It wasn’t anything special.

“I-I had that work th-thing tonight.” He said, gliding into your apartment and trying not to lose his balance. “I-I might ha-have had a little tooooooo much to drink.”

“Yes, it does seem like you had one too many.” You said, biting back a slight smile. “Come on, lieutenant. Can you make it over to the couch?”

Billy started to carefully walk over to the couch when he looked down and noticed your spilled popcorn.

“Y-you sp-spilled some, baby. Oh shit…d-did I sc-scare you when I knocked on the d-door?” He asked, trying his best to not slur his words.

“A little.” You replied. “But it’s ok. What are you doin’ here, Billy?”

After removing his jacket, you helped Billy sit down. His long, slender fingers grazed the skin of your lower back when he lifted the hem of your tank top as he planted himself on your couch. Shivers danced up and down your spine while goosebumps sprinkled across your exposed skin. His touches always burned your skin in the most delightful way, every time.

“I-I just missed youuuuu. Y-you shoulda come w-with me tonight. Oh, I-I probably should have asked you to come with m-me.” He said, nervously.

It had to be the alcohol making him say all this but it made your heart swell to hear that he missed you.

Making sure he was seated firmly on the couch, you tried to let go of his hand to walk away. “I’m gonna get you some water and ibuprofen, I’ll be right back.”

Billy didn’t let go of your hand.

“I scared y-you tonight, huh. I g-guess I just scare everyone. Anyone that tries to get close, I p-push them away. I p-pushed my mother away too, ya know. Sh-she didn’t want me either.” He said, his voice a little steadier.

Billy didn’t talk much about his childhood. You knew he was a product of the system but he didn’t elaborate on that after he told you. That was the first time he had ever mentioned his mother to you.

Crouching down in front of him, you looked into his eyes, brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs and replied, “You haven’t pushed ME away, baby. I’ll always want you.”

With his other hand, he pushed back the hair that had fallen into his eyes so he could get a better look at you. His mouth split into a shy smile as he leaned in to touch his forehead to yours. The scent of bourbon was on his lips as he softly pressed them against your freshly cleansed skin and you inhaled the aroma of his spicy cologne.

“I-I don’t want to push you away, my love. I’ve waited a long time for you.” Whispered Billy. “Y-you let me be…me. I love you, y/n.”

Billy didn’t know what he was saying; he couldn’t have meant that. The alcohol flowing through his veins clearly allowed him to talk freely and tell you things that he never told anyone else. You thought maybe he would later regret doing that but it was too late now.

“Ok, you’ve had a lot more to drink than I thought and I know you don’t mean that but I’ve told you before, you can always be yourself with me, Billy. I will never judge you.” You said in barely more than a whisper as his eyelids became heavy and you coaxed him to swing his legs up onto the couch. “Lie back for me, baby. Thaaaaat’s it…”

“No, I really do mean it y/n!” Said Billy, in a slightly elevated tone.

“Oooooook, time to get some sleep, soldier.” You replied, playfully.

He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. His lean body was fully stretched out with one hand resting on his chest, the other was draped off the side with his knuckles barely skimming the floor as you gingerly covered him with a blanket.

Before turning off the living room lamp, you watched Billy sleep for a few minutes, stroking his handsome face with your knuckles and you warmed his skin as you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek and then to his lips.

He didn’t move.

In the gathering darkness, before going to your bedroom, you whispered in Billy’s ear, “I’m always here for you, Billy. I love you too…goodnight my love.”

Your pillow cradled your head as you stared up at the ceiling, thinking about Billy’s confessions to you that left you wondering if he meant any of what he had said and would he remember any of it? If you were to put any money on it, you would have said he wouldn’t remember any of it, deny that he even said anything, or blame the alcohol and he didn’t mean a word of it.

Before drifting off to sleep, a slight smile stretched across your lips. He came to you wanting nothing more than to tell you that he missed you, that he wanted you by his side tonight and upset with himself that he didn’t ask. With zero hesitation, you would have said yes.

Well…there was always next time.

**********

Your eyes lightly fluttered opened and closed again as the mattress dipped underneath you. A warm body spooned up behind you and Billy kissed your bare shoulder. A handful of hours must have passed as the early morning sky was just starting to lighten. He must have stripped down to his boxer briefs because you felt his skin touch yours as his long arms wrapped around your waist.

Humming into your ear, he kissed the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You loved when he did that and a soft moan of his name escaped your lips as a reflex.

“Mmmmm…Billy.” You said.

Billy buried his head into your neck like a cat, desperately wanting to be as close as he possibly could to you. He gripped you tightly, possessively like he was afraid to let you go as he purred into your ear, “You meant it, right baby? That you’ll always be there for me?”

In the liquid darkness, you turned to face him. You couldn’t see him with the exception of some of his features. His lips were close to yours as he repeated, “I heard you. You said you’d always be there. I’m not making that up, right?”

Slowly, you extended your hand, reached for him, and started to gently rake your nails against his scalp as you replied, “Of course, Billy. As long as you want me, I’m here baby.”

“As long as I want you?” He questioned. “As long as YOU want ME!” He said.

Billy’s lips crashed against yours, his hands tightly gripped your waist, your lips parted as his tongue slipped into your mouth, wanting to tangle with yours. His raven colored hair glided in between your fingers and you could feel a trace of his smile against your lips as he continued to kiss you in the softly filtered glow of your bedroom.

After and holding you in a firm embrace, he told you about his mother and it wasn’t a mystery anymore of why he didn’t trust people, or why he didn’t let anyone get too close. He was afraid of being abandoned again.

Billy never wanted to feel the way he did standing outside that fire station, a scared little boy wondering what he did wrong for his mother to leave him and never come back. It wasn’t his fault and you made sure to tell him that he did not push her away. That was all her doing.

As he spoke, you wondered if Billy could ever completely forgive his mother for what she did. And if he could, he’s a much better person than you are because you could never forgive her for that. The dull ache in your chest persisted as you felt your heart break for him.

Billy was a child, he didn’t deserve to be treated that way, but she earned everything she got in return. She didn’t deserve a second chance, not after abandoning her own child like she did.

The stars slowly disappeared as the sky started to brighten. And in that early morning light, you could finally see Billy’s dark eyes fixed on yours, like he was waiting until he could actually see you to say what he wanted to say next.

“I know you thought I was too drunk or that I didn’t mean it but I do mean it, sweet girl. I love you. I’ve never told anyone about her except you because I feel like—“ Billy said then paused.

It was a struggle for him to tell you how he really felt but he was trying and you could never fault him for wanting to be better.

He continued.

“I feel like I can…trust you.”

Love and trust…those were two things Billy never thought he’d ever experience. You’ve never given him a reason not to trust you. He said it earlier…”You let me be…me.” If he wanted to talk, you would let him and no matter how much or how little he wanted to say, that was enough for you.

Even though he had trouble verbalizing how he was feeling, he would show you how much he cares with a surprise cup of coffee at work in the middle of the day, or a donut from the place down the street because you “like their sprinkles,” a walk in the park on a warm sunny day, or reading to you because he knows you love listening to his voice.

Those were just a few of the ways Billy Russo expressed his feelings for you. Deep down in the pit of your stomach, you knew he meant what he said. Those three little words he never expressed until tonight…to anyone.

Feeling the warmth of his skin, you inched closer to him and his gentle exhale brushed against your lashes; you gave him a warm smile and gently pressed your lips to his.

“I love you too, baby. And you can trust me that no one will ever love you more than I do.” You said softly against his lips.

The night blackened window of your bedroom had started to brighten with the sun attempting to break through the small space in between your curtains as you held each other in silence.

Sometimes words weren’t always necessary. Actions speak volumes and really attest to someone’s feelings and intentions toward you. Putting his trust in you helped to pick up the pieces of Billy’s broken heart and carefully put it back together again.

Billy didn’t say anything else and he didn’t have to. The way his lips crushed against yours, how he lovingly kissed every inch of you, his fingers tracing all the curves and hollows of your body, and how gentle he was when he caressed your face…there wasn’t any doubt in your mind now that Billy Russo adored you, that he only wanted to be with you, and more than anything, that he loved you.

I’ll be waiting for you

Here inside my heart

I’m the one who wants to love you more

You will see I can give you

Everything you need

Let me be the one to love you more

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[askbensolo]

Journal Entry #48: Local Dude Already Hates the Job He Was So Excited to Get

Yeah. What the title says. It's been only a few weeks and I already hate my job. I don't know what I was expecting, really.

But...hey. The pay is higher than at my old position!

...That's my little mantra, anyway. I close my eyes, take a couple of deep breaths, and say, "the pay is better, the pay is better, the pay is better..."

Man...I don't know where to start. So...I guess I'll just start with the fact that upon starting this position, I was given my own text generation droid. And that already tells you a lot, right off the bat, doesn’t it?

I know I joked about that at my last job. But now it's not a joke—it's real.

Text generation droids are fairly new. Which is super weird, since protocol droids (and other droids capable of mimicking natural language) have been around forever. But, while natural-language droids use their speech abilities to communicate with us (and are so good at it they almost feel like other sentients)…they're not necessarily designed with the purpose of generating complex, or worse, creative, text samples. Threepio, for example, has no idea what to do when I ask him to freestyle rap.

And I have asked. More than once. Anyway—

My text generation droid at work is one of the Scribblr models. It's an SC-2 unit, so, I, uh...call her...Essie.

She also doubles as a personal assistant. And resembles a cute little humanoid lady, which I'm sure is sooo not sexist at all.

Only…about the size of a bottle of wine. She’s meant to fit on top of your desk, and she doesn’t move, which is weird for a droid. You have to pick her up and carry her if you want to move her around. But, mostly I just leave her in her charging dock on my desk. She communicates wirelessly with my work computer, and I can view her text generation outputs on the screen.

At first, I refused to use Essie's text generation function, because I, uh, you know, kinda wanted to WRITE, since that's what I thought I was hired to do—but my manager soon made it very clear to me that I could not possibly succeed in churning out the sheer quantity of content expected of me, without using Essie. Sooo...Essie and I are a team now. Unfortunately.

No—it sucks. It really, really sucks. What I am currently doing at my job cannot be described as writing. It's content generation, it's clickbait, it's mind-rotting sensationalist drivel for the masses, it's advertising and sponsored links and a never-ending battle to capture as much holonet traffic as possible—it's everything I hate as an artist.

But...hey. The pay is better!

Thepayisbetterthepayisbetterthepayisbetter—

Sigh. My hands are kinda tied. It's not gonna look good on my resume if I quit so soon. And I am not interested in starting a whole new job hunt, or crawling back to my old department in tears. So...guess I'm just...stuck here for a while. Me and Essie. Good ol' Essie...

The interesting thing about Essie is that I am 100% sure she is stealing my data at all times, recording my speech patterns when I talk to myself, tracking whatever little writing is actually being produced by me—because there is no other explanation as to why, instead of saying "Good morning, Ben Solo" like she used to, she is now saying "Yooo, 'sup buddy!" and "What's shakin’, my dude?"

She even said something was "wizard" the other day and...hooh, that made my heart flutter. Everyone else keeps telling me to stop trying to make "wizard" happen. But no. Not Essie.

I should probably be wiping her memory more often...but, honestly, I am way too amused by this. Today after lunch she said to me, "By the way bro, you have a stupid freaking meeting at three o'clock," and, ha—let me tell ya—it made my day. Fannie's lucky I still don't think droids are sentient, because, heh—well—if I did—wait, wait, no, actually I’m not gonna finish that sentence.

Ohhh, Essie! My bright light in a dark world.

...But I’m not becoming a droid guy. I’m not! Beebee-Ate and Threepio still drive me insane at home. And get this! You remember Sweeper? From my old office? Well, it turns out that every single department at the ChommSec Daily has also not updated their cleaning droids since before the Battle of Yavin, so it’s not the same Sweeper that’s on my new floor, but there’s definitely a Sweeper here, who I call Sweeper 2, and he is just as annoying as Sweeper 1. ARGH

[atths--twice]

Surprising Discoveries

Stopping by Mulder’s apartment unannounced, Scully is in for quite a surprise.

This is the second story I wrote for the MSR Fanzine. A bit of humor and fluff. Hope you enjoy.

May 1999

Scully turned her head and listened, frowning as she heard the muffled sounds of the television through Mulder’s door. She tried knocking again, but there was still no answer. 

“Well,” she said under her breath, taking out her phone and calling him, waiting for him to pick up. 

She could hear it ringing on the other side of the door, but he did not answer it. Sighing, she disconnected the call and put it back into her pocket. Pulling out her keys, she placed his into the lock and opened the door. 

Closing the door softly behind her, she put her keys back into her pocket and walked into the dimly lit apartment. His phone was on the table and the television was playing an old movie, but Mulder was nowhere to be seen. 

Glancing at his half closed bedroom door, she wondered if she should enter, or leave and never tell him she had stopped by. 

What if he was not alone? What if… 

She licked her lips, let out a deep breath, and knocked on his bedroom door. 

“Mulder?” she called, but heard nothing in reply. 

Pushing the door open, she stepped into his nearly equally dim bedroom and frowned, still not seeing him. 

A noise from his bathroom gave her pause, but then she stepped forward, sure she would finally find him in there. 

“Mulder?” she asked, rapping gently on the closed door. 

“Sc… Scully?” he asked, as she heard something hit the floor. 

“Yeah, it’s me. I tried knocking and then calling you, but you didn’t answer,” she explained, now feeling almost silly for stopping by unannounced. 

“Yeah, I uh… uh…” 

“I should’ve called first,” she said, shaking her head. “I was leaving my mom’s after having dinner there and thought I’d stop by. But, I’m gonna go. I’ll talk to you later.” 

“No!” he called out, as something dropped again and he swore. “I’m glad you’re here, I was just…” He sighed loudly and she frowned, wondering what was going on in there. 

“Mulder, it’s fine. You continue what you’re doing. It wasn’t anything important. I’ll let you get back to it.” 

She took one step back and he opened the door at the same time. When she looked at him, her eyes widened in surprise. 

“Ohhhh,” she breathed, laughter being choked down as she stared at him, fighting back a smile even as she felt it stretching across her face. 

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled and the laughter she tried to contain came bubbling out, bending her forward, as he crossed his arms and sighed deeply. 

“Mulder,” she laughed, shaking her head as she looked at him again, taking in the green clay mask on his face, thicker in some spots and thinner in others. Thin streaks of it were even in his hair. “What are you doing, Mulder?” 

“I…” he said with a sigh. 

“Have you… have you…” She laughed and then tried to sober up, still snickering softly. “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh.” 

“No, you shouldn’t,” he said, attempting to look angry, but with the clay mask covering his face so unevenly, it did not come across that way. 

“Mulder,” she said, laughing as she shook her head again. “What? How long have you been doing this?” 

“Well, in case you couldn’t tell,” he said, turning around and walking back into the bathroom, looking into the mirror as she followed him, smiling at his reflection. “I’ve never done this before. I think I did it wrong.” 

“It’s just…” she said, stepping closer to him and tilting her head, pointing to the left side of his face. “It needs to be a little thicker on that side. You’ve also got it in your hair. A headband would help that from happening.” 

“Oh right. I should have used that headband I have lying around,” he said sarcastically, looking at her as she smiled. 

“I think I have an extra one if you’d like to borrow it. For next time,” she offered and he shook his head. 

“I think this may be the only time. I don’t know if it’s for me.” 

“Come on,” she said, picking up the container and opening it. Taking a sniff of the familiar scent, she smiled and handed it to him. “Put it on the rest of the way and let it sit the full twenty minutes. Then decide if you don’t want to do it again.” 

“Fair enough, I suppose,” he said, dipping his fingers into the container and scooping up more of the clay, applying it to his face as he followed her directions of where to put more, even taking her suggestion to add it halfway down his neck. 

“There. How does that feel?” she asked when he was done and he washed his hands as she closed the container. 

“Hmm, it’s starting to feel slightly… tingly?” 

“Yeah. That’ll be from the mint. It’ll start feeling tighter as it dries and then you can wash it off.” 

He stared in the mirror, tilting his head from side to side and then back as he looked at his neck. Cutting his eyes to her, she smiled at him and nodded. 

“You’ll like it.” 

“Hmm.” 

“How about some tea while you wait? Or a beer?” she asked with a laugh when he made a face. 

“I think I have some in the fridge.” 

“I’m almost certain that’s all you have,” she teased. 

“Nah, I’ve also got some leftover Chinese from the other night.” 

They went into the kitchen and he took out containers of food and two beers while she grabbed utensils, plates, and napkins. At the table, he sat down and she smiled behind her hand as she watched him filling his plate, his face and half his neck covered in the clay mask. 

Stabbing an egg roll with a fork, he ate it carefully, chewing slowly. 

“So,” she said, taking an egg roll for herself. “What made you decide to do this?” She waved to his face with the egg roll, crossing her legs as she sat forward in her chair and took a bite and began to chew. 

“Well,” he said, setting his egg roll down and wiping his hands on his napkin. “I needed some shaving cream and as I was walking down one of the aisles, the sight of the container caught my eye. I stopped and picked it up, reading what it did exactly and well…” He shrugged and then frowned slightly. “Oh, I feel it tightening a little.” 

“Hmm,” she said, setting her egg roll on a napkin and reaching for the container of chow mein, eating a forkful of the cold noodles right from the carton. 

“It’s a really odd feeling,” he said, touching his face gently. “It’s drying in some spots and still a little damp in others.” Tilting his head back, he touched his neck and hummed. 

“Don’t touch it so much,” she said, laughing softly as she pulled his hand away from his neck. “Just let it dry.” 

“How often do you do this?” 

“Uh, once a month usually. Two times, if I feel like it.” 

He moved his mouth from side to side and raised his eyebrows up and down which caused her to laugh, his expression quite comical. 

“I really wasn’t sure why you weren’t answering my many attempts to reach you, but I admit, this never crossed my mind.” 

“Always gotta keep you on your toes, Scully,” he said, taking another bite of egg roll and smiling, the skin on his face stretching to accommodate the movement. 

“That you do, Mulder. That you do,” she said, laughing as she stared at him and he winked. 

_______________

March 2003

A late winter storm blew in, forcing them to extend their stay in a cabin they had planned to leave after their prepaid two weeks. They had food, firewood, and some bottles of wine to tide them over, so they did not view the storm as a hindrance.��

When the power went out and the generator kicked on, the lights dimming somewhat, they decided to turn off the movie they had been watching to conserve power. Mulder stood up to search for some candles while she stirred the fire and added another couple of logs to it. 

“So,” Mulder said, walking back into the room with his arms full of candles in varying shapes and sizes. “I have an idea of what we can do to pass the evening now that the movie is off the table.” 

“Really?” she asked, an eyebrow raised as she looked at him. “The whole evening?” 

“Not that,” he laughed, reaching for the matches and handing them to her. “I mean, unless…” He raised his eyebrows, jerking his head toward the bedroom. 

“Hmm, maybe later,” she said, smiling as she started lighting the candles. 

“Then I’ll be right back,” he said and she watched him walk to the bedroom, wondering what he had in mind. 

He was back quickly with his hands behind his back, a happy smile on his face. 

“Pick a hand,” he said, coming closer to her. She smiled and pointed to his left hand. Pulling it from behind his back, he presented her with the container of her clay face mask. 

“What?” she asked with a laugh. “What else have you got hidden back there?” 

Showing her his other hand, he held the three bottles of nail polish from her makeup bag, along with her stretchy headband, which was hanging from his wrist. 

“Face masks and pedicures?” she asked, looking from one hand to the other. “That’s what you want to do?” 

“Or we could…” He gestured to the bedroom again and she laughed, shaking her head. 

“If I can paint your toes, then I’m in.” 

“I choose the red one,” he said, setting everything onto the table, except the bottle of red nail polish that he began to shake as she laughed. 

Pouring them each a glass of wine, she sat down as she pulled her hair back and put her headband on, looking up at him expectantly. He grinned and picked up the container, removed the lid and scooped out some of the clay. He rubbed it in his hands and then began to apply it to her face, massaging as he did.  

“That feels really good,” she said, closing her eyes and tilting her head back further. 

“Good,” he said, rubbing the clay across her chin and down her throat. “And if at any time this becomes too erotic for you and you do want to head to the bedroom, I have no doubt that this can be washed off quite quickly.” 

She scoffed as she opened her eyes, smiling and then rolled her eyes at him.  

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” 

“Good,” he said again as he kissed her softly and she closed her eyes, concentrating on the relaxing feel of the mask being applied, even as her heart beat faster. 

His mask application took longer as he stopped her many times for a kiss, some lasting longer than the others, his hands at her waist and traveling down further before she stepped out of his reach and he groaned in protest.

“You think you can make it?” she teased and he hummed as he shook his head. 

“I honestly don’t know,” he admitted and she laughed quietly as she stepped close to him again and rubbed the clay onto his forehead. 

They sat on the couch, his feet resting in her lap, and she smiled as she covered his previously bare toenails with red polish. Blowing on them, she heard his sharp intake of breath and looked up at him. 

“No,” he said firmly and she chuckled with a nod of understanding. 

Switching positions, she placed her feet in his lap. He painted her toenails a light blue and she smiled at the focused attention he put into it, making sure it was done well. He looked up at her when he was finished and he smiled. 

“Oh, I forgot about the mask,” he said, touching his cheek. “It’s already nearly dry.” 

“Well, you can wash it off soon. Unless you want to wait until our polish has dried and we could wash it off in the shower.” 

“The shower? To wash off a face mask?” he asked with a frown. 

“Yeah,” she said, raising her eyebrows. 

“Oh. You meant… together,” he said, raising his own eyebrows. 

“That is what I had in mind, yes.” 

“After the polish has dried,” he reiterated. 

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed with a smile, her own mask feeling almost dry as well. 

“Well…” he said, making sure the bottle of polish was closed tightly before he set it on the coffee table. Lifting her foot, he blew gently across her toes and it was her turn to draw in a sharp breath. 

“Fi… five minutes,” she whispered, licking her lips. 

“Let’s see if we can’t cut that in half,” he said, blowing on her toes again and she nodded. 

“I’m also not opposed to simply redoing them tomorrow, should they not have time to dry. Just so you’re aware,” she informed him. 

“Yeah, that works much better for me,” he said, moving her feet and rising from the couch. 

Reaching for her hand, he pulled her up and toward the bedroom as she laughed; the face mask stretching as she did.

Her toenails would most certainly need to be redone tomorrow, but she did not care. At that moment, her desire for the man she loved took precedence over all else. 

Especially smudged toes. 

Or face masks that had not quite dried. 

[autumnmist101]

New Life Sick fic

Hello! I'm new to posting here, but wanted to share this story I made towards the beginning of the New Life SMP! If you like it let me know and I may post more!

“Just a little more coal an’ this soup will be ready.” Scott Smajor says as he packs some more coal into his stove. He had spent all morning trying new recipes until a little Good Guy came around and asked him for some soup for Gem. The pour girl had recently come down with an illness since turning into a blaze.

Upon hearing the news Scott had quickly set to work making just about every comfort recipe that he could and now had a decent amount that he could take over to his friend. He just needed this last soup to finish before he could leave.

“An’ done.” He smiles before placing the last of the soup into his lunch pack. He teleports outside and took the way-stone over to Gem’s place where he was met with a giant villain-like tower. Looking past that, he could see Gem’s starter base, one of the walls having been charred.

“Guess she must’ve sneezed.” He chuckles before going up to the door of the new build.

“Knock knock!” He calls, rapping on the door. However much to his surprise a little copper golem Pearl answers.

“Beep boop.”

“Hello Pearl, I came to see how Gem is doin’.” He explains as Pearl let him in.

“Beep boop.” Pearl says again before leading him up the ladder to Gem’s bedroom. There the two find the pour blaze under a mountain of blankets with ashes scattered about and some even overflowing from the bin beside her. The blaze herself looked no better, only little puffs of smoke emitted from her skin rather than embers, her hair was frazzled to no end, and she was shivering violently.

“Beep Boop.” Pearl said for Gem to turn to the two.

“O-oh. Hi Sss-s-Sc-Scott.” The blaze stammers, sitting up as the two came over. He could hear her teeth chattering as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I heard you were sick. Thought you could use some soup and such.”

“Beep Boop!?” Pearl perks up before digging in the lunch pack and grabbing a bowl. She holds it up and dances around making Gem giggle.

“You j-just made a fr-friend f-for life.” She says pulling the blanket closer. Pearl stops her happy dance and frowns.

“Aww, what’s wrong Pearl?”

“Sh-sh-she c-can’t act-tually eat it. Only c-copper.”

“Beep boop.” Pearl frowns before walking back over and offering Gem the soup.

“Gem, have you tried checking your temper’ture?” Scott questions as Gem drinks some of the broth. “If it gets too low you could be in serious danger.”

“We can ma— ahke— Ah Choo!” She sneezed into a tissue for it burst into flames.

“Bless you.” He says with Pearl in her golem talk.

“Thank you.” She says, “But we can actually make thermometers?” She questions for Scott to nod.

“Beep boop beep boop!?” Pearl asks for Scott to tell her the crafting recipe. She then scampers off to make it.

“So, I take it she’s been your little helper for the time bein’?” Scott questions for Gem to smile.

“Yeah, though she used to talk normally until I said she should only talk in beeps. I was joking, of course, but she’s committed to the b-bit.” Gem says before shivering again and taking another soup from the pack. “S-so how’ve y-you been Sss-Sc-Scott?”

“Oh, fairly well. Though I got lost in the nether the other day. Apparently, my teleportation isn’t interdimensional, though I did find some stuff while there.”

“Ooh like wha-ah-ah choo!”

“Bless you.”

“Thanks.” She sniffs, “What stuff did you find?”

“I found some gold, a strider spawner, a fortress, some dressers, and an abandoned city. Honestly though, the city had already been kind of raided.”

“It may have been the one Fwhip found. I know he got a lot of stuff. He also said he put down a way-stone.” Gem says setting the bowl aside.

“I thought about making one but didn’t know if they were interdimensional.”

“I think so, but I’m not testing it.” She sneezes again, “My days in the nether are over.”

“Aw you mean you don’t want to move there? It is warmer than it is here.”

“I’m sure. Too many awful mobs live there.”

“I think Sparrow would say the same thin’.” Scott chuckles, “Sausage says he met him right after he came out.”

“How is Sparrow? I haven’t seen him since I was a swarm.”

“He’s good. Still a human but he’s working on a mechanism that could give him powers.”

“Give him powers? What? Is he making a blender that’ll mix him and something else?”

“Mm hm. Sausage told him that he just had to die, but he’s not too keen about that idea, since he’s only a human. Though I think Martyn mentioned that—”

Thickth

“Gem?”

Thickth

“Uh- uh oh.”

Thickth

“Gem your freezing!” He shoots up to find a flint and steal. Scrambling to every chest and barrel he could see.

Thickth

“F-fire!”

Thickth

“Pearl!” Scott calls scrambling to a cabinet by the window. He glances out. Spotting a lava pool.

He runs back to Gem. Scooping her up and teleporting outside. He throws her into the pit, taking some fire damage due to the splash.

“Sc- Scott!” He hears her sputter. He looks back to see she had gotten her color back with the embers beginning to emit from her skin again.

“It worked! Your saved!” He cheers as she glares up at him from the pool.

“Yeah, but next time give a girl a warning. I could’ve drowned.” She chuckles wiping some lava off her forehead.

“There you two are! Good gracious! I thought you had died!” The two hear Pearl say. She walks over, the newly made thermometer in hand, and sees Gem in the pit.

“How’s that working for you?” She asks dropping the thermometer onto the stone ledge around the pit.

“Fairly well actually.” Gem states, “What took you so long?”

“Your chest monster. Honestly Gem, it’s a nightmare!” Pearl sighs, “Anyway how’s your temperature?”

“It’s still kind of low but better than what it was.” She pauses, grabbing some of the lava in a bucket before climbing out. As the three head back to her base, passing the way-stone on the way, Gem thanks Scott for saving her and for bringing over the soup.

“Don’t mention it," Scott says, stepping up to the way stone. He chuckles, "you just take care of yourself and don’t burn down the forest.”

[atlas-library]

☾ hanaverse ☽ an introduction : lunaire.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen characters: panda (human!panda, amab!panda), okkotsu yūta (amab!yūta), inumaki toge (amab!toge), zen'in maki (afab!maki), itadori yūji (amab!yūji, blasian!yūji), kugisaki nobara (afab!nobara), fushiguro megumi (afab!megumi, wasian!megumi) universe: alternative universe (idol!au, hanaverse!au)

name: lunaire (meaning: lunar, moony, outlandish) fandom name: stellaire (meaning: stellar) lightstick: moony-side up

debut date: september 2023 company: aurora music concepts: badass, cute aesthetics: cyberpunk, y2k, magical girl

LUNAIRE is a J-Pop co-ed group created by Aurora Music. They debuted in September 2023 with a dual concept, mainly inspired by Sucker Punch and Sailor Moon. LUNAIRE has seven members: Maki, PANDA, Yuuta, Toge, Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi.

(Moodboard can be found below the cut, as well as some facts.)

The group comes from a small company, and has Nanami Kento as their manager, as well as the (in)famous Gojō Satoru as their producer. While Nanami is mostly unknown, Gojō is a former idol of one of the biggest 2nd generation graduation groups, as well as a member of the co-ed trio Triple S and the male duo GG (now both disbanded).

'We wanted a group with freshness, with individuals who could show their youth as well as their rebellious side,' the producer told Shin Magazine in an interview. 'We wanted a group that makes people stare and think "Oh, they're odd people alright".'

musical inspirations: xg, stayc, weki meki

LUNAIRE is indeed an odd group, part of the 5th generation of J-Pop (author's note: in this universe, not actual J-Pop), hopping on the trend of co-ed groups and (dreams of) international success. Four out of seven members are foreigners and/or mixed, and all members have good to fluent levels in English.

With powerful vocals and raps, they also have a heavy-focus on fun choreographies, perfect for concerts (and TikToks). Perhaps LUNAIRE's oddest quality is their leaders (plural, yes!).

Maki is the official leader of the group, but also the leader of MOON-D, the dance sub-unit. She's an ex-ballerina, and has been adapting to a more hip-hop style quite fast.

Toge is the leader of MOON-V, the vocal sub-unit. He's an ex-opera singer, and is seen as a prodigy since he started working as young as 16.

Yuuji is the leader of MOON-R, the rap sub-unit. He's an underground rapper, who's taken part in many battles and regularly ranked in the top 3, even bringing some trophies home.

Gojō explained why those three were chosen as the leaders for the sub-units:

'No leader is seen as "the best in their category". Maki and Yuuji are both dancers, but they also come from different dance backgrounds; same goes for Yuuta and Toge— And their tones, as well as Megumi's, are too different for us to fully judge. […] The leaders were chosen based on past experience. All of them —Maki, Toge, Yuuji— have been put in professional situations before, and know how ruthless it can be out there. Because of that experience, we see them as more able than the other members, who truly are rookies, to guide and help them. Maki and Toge, especially, know the scene more than anyone else in the group. Maki started ballet when she was 3, and only decided to become an idol last year, when she was 21. As for Toge, he's been shown the ropes as young as 14; he has many years of experience with the scene, as well as the media.'

Although LUNAIRE having three leaders is already odd enough, that's not all: the members aren't ranked in different categories and with various sub-labels, like the 1st and 4th generation had done (the most notable examples would be now-disbanded WABI-SABI, as well as the famous groups Hanafubuki and BUREIKOU).

Instead, LUNAIRE decides to take inspiration from 2nd generation groups, and only have the basic "rapper", "vocalist", "dancer" labels as their positions. Their team has divided said labels in three "Moons" (to fit with their concept, very reminiscent of sci-fi movies and Sailor Moon).

Moon-D, the dance sub-unit, is made of Maki (leader), PANDA, Toge, Yuuji and Megumi.

Moon-V, the vocal sub-unit, is made of Toge (leader), Yuuta, Maki and Megumi.

Moon-R, the rap sub-unit, is made of Yuuji (leader), PANDA and Nobara.

The usual positions known by K-Pop and J-Pop consumers, "centre", "face of the group" and "visual", were also given to some members.

Maki is not only her sub-unit's leader, but also the group's. She is also seen as a visual.

PANDA, who isn't a real panda but a human hidden in a panda suit, is surprisingly a visual despite never showing his face. Intriguing.

Yuuta is a visual as well, and was given the role of the "face of the group" when the group debuted. After a year and a half, this role will be given to…

… Toge instead, who was chosen for "fitting the dual concept (badass/cute) more". With his doll-like features, he's also been considered an unofficial visual.

Megumi, the youngest member, was given the role of centre. While this role changes depending on the comeback, Megumi is often at the centre of pictures with Maki and Yuuta/Toge, as well as the centre in most choreographies.

When Gojō got asked if the group had a storyline, he laughed and answered:

'Yes, obviously. The storyline isn't something to take too seriously, but it does exist; the group is basically filled with magical girls— Or badass video-game characters. The dual concept is the entire storyline, really: you have a group of young adults who try to make everything bubbly by fighting monsters with cool weapons. Their names are acronyms for all the different powers and abilities they have, and they're able to materialise themselves in a virtual world to make real life better— A bit like Code Lyoko, now that I think about it. It's not a deep storyline, just a fun one that we really liked. PANDA likes drawing a lot, and he showed us panels of different plots he thought of; we just really, really liked them, so we thought about it some more. The point isn't for fans to remember a bunch of terms we made up, or for the lyrics to represent chapters in a bigger story— We just wanted a cute concept, and a badass one— And we had seven young, talented people with a lot of duality. They're sassy, they're quirky, they're bubbly and they're rebellious— We gave them the perfect concept, one that suited them, and honestly, we're just having fun with it!'

In short, stan LUNAIRE.

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[cilil]

Headcanons: Melkor's chaotic creativity

✍ Melkor was essentially designed to be a creative genius

As Tolkien also writes in an essay about him: "The greatest power under Eru (sc. the greatest created power).(1) (He was to make I devise I begin; Manwë (a little less great) was to improve, carry out, complete.)" (Morgoth's Ring)

✍ Since he has a share in all the other Ainur's domains, his creativity manifests in various - and chaotic - ways

✍ Music is his go-to way to express himself as an Ainu, but depending on his mood he tries other things as well

✍ One day you might come home to see Melkor scribbling an entire symphony all over his fortress walls, another day he painted the ceiling and on yet another day you find that he taught a new creature how to breathe fire and/or attached wings to it

✍ The kitchen has been blown up several times

✍ His music is quite different from the other Ainur usually produce, especially since he isn't afraid to try out new styles or instruments (either attempting to play them or incorporating their sound in his songs), and it ranges from grand symphonies to gangster rap (he loves making diss tracks about Manwë, Varda and Eru in particular)

✍ When inspiration strikes, Melkor has to follow its call and he will stop at nothing to realize his vision. A particular shade of gray paint isn't available? He'll smash a mountain and pulverize some rocks to make it himself. An additional tool is needed? He'll craft it, often crudely so, but it works for inexplicable reasons. A certain ingredient is missing? He will obtain it and you better not stand in his way

✍ Melkor refuses to listen to any complaints or criticism and acts like he doesn't care what others think, but if a person he likes and respects - like Mairon - praises his work, it actually means the world to him

[awesamforehead]

What if, at the end of the milk bucket game, a bulletproof glass pane comes down at the end of each losing teams corresponding number? Separating the players and keeping the losers from escaping.

(aka this is me giving a 'reason' as to why Hannah and Suzyroxx couldn't move from their pen and gave it my own flair. Spoilers for day 5 of squidcraft 2)

---------------

sc!Hannah being confused when she got back to her teams cow pen. Her going up to it and knocking her knuckles against it, it sounded pretty thick.

And due to it being thick, sound is a little muffled. She couldn't hear her fellow competeters completely but she still gave her ggs. Her and Suzy gave their thoughts on why they couldn't get the buckets acrossed as fast, those things were heavy as fuck. She still got one final laugh out after she asked Aldo and Roier to sing her a song, only for it be some free style rap.

She almost forgot her situation until Sapnap's voice yelled through the glass, clear as day.

"Hannah! Look at me, Hannah! Don't look back!"

Against her better judgement, she looked back. Her heart sank to her stomach once she saw the guard approaching her, assult rifle in hands.

Hannah lets out a cry as she curls up her fists, banging them against the glass. Maybe if she hits hard enough, it will crack. Give leway, something. Seems like Suzy noticed the guard too, as she was also punching against the glass.

But no matter what they did; punching, kicking, throwing their whole body weight against it, the glass didn't budge.

Hannah leaned her body against the glass, winded from using all her energy. This was it, her time was up. Dammit, she wanted to go to the finals, not lose just before it. Now she has to die with a barrier separating her from her friends (Were they still friends at this point?). Reaching over to her right, she grabs Suzy's sweaty hand in a tight grip. Just as strong, Suzy grips hers back.

At least she wont be totally alone.

Hearing a bang against the glass, Hannah looks up to see sc!Sapnap leaning his head against the glass right up against hers, so they were face to face. Sapnap placed his hand palm open on the glass next to his head, and Hannah lifted hers up to place it right over his. She holds back a sob as she does this.

"Look at your friends Hannah! Don't look back, look at your friends, ok?" Sapnap's voice was still clear through the glass. His voice was steady and calm, but it did nothing for her nerves.

Hannah's sobs got loud as she heard the rifle behind her being loaded before the first gunshots rang out. She felt Suzy's grip on her hand loosen as her body fell backward on the ground, the momentum of the fall causing their hands to separate. Blood splattered widely on the glass, but none of the bullets broke through or even cracked the glass. Bulletproof.

Sapnap's voice got more frantic as he saw the gun point towards Hannah, "Keep looking at your friends Hannah! We'll win this for you! You hear me, we'll win this for you!"

Hannah didn't get to respond as she felt the searing pain before she hear the gunshot. Her knees fell underneath her, and she fell down to her side. Her ears were ringing, but she could still hear her friends crying out for her and banging against the glass.

She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as her last breath. Guess they were friends in the end.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

New york:

🟣 🐈 🎼 🗡

:)

👪 - Family

🟣Romantic/sexual/shippy

This poor thing gets flustered extremely easily and it's the cutest thing ever. His s/o (whoever you ship him with) constantly gives him compliments and hugs him from behind and will come up behind him and kiss him on the back of the neck to fluster him. But that doesn't stop him from loving them to death and he would die for his lover(s) if it meant keeping them safe.

🐈Pets:

He has two dogs, two rats and two ferret. The dogs names are Kodi and Nico, the rats are named Splinter and Lucky, and the ferrets are named Munch and Bandit <3

🎶 Music:

He will listen to pretty much anything, but he mainly listens to classic rock, rock in general, and rap. He is quite a fan of Melanie Martinez tho.

🗡️ Fighting:

Just because he's lanky af, doesn't mean that he can't kick somebody's rear end. He can and will, especially if provoked. He has also thrown Alaska like a ragdoll. The other states were as stunned as Alaska was.

👪 Family:

His siblings are CT (oldest), NJ (middle), and MA (middle). He is the youngest child and definitely radiates that chaotic demonic energy. He is also very protective of his siblings, so he made sure to give Penn, Mary, Del, and SC the thorough talk about what he would do to them if they were to hurt his siblings.

[calopsic]

@erabundus / sc.

' knock, knock. '

the traveler's echoing rap on the door reverberates through the stillness of the room. entering without a moment's hesitation, he doesn't linger for a response from the silent wanderer before him. the blonde's arms are crossed, and his head tilts with a subtle curiosity as he studies the other man.

' i meant to check on you once in a while. do you mind...? '

the words hang in the air, charged with unspoken history. the room, shrouded in an atmosphere of mystery, seems to respond to the traveler's query. aether, with his arms folded and an inscrutable gaze, remains an enigma, seemingly unfazed by the intrusion. the air thickens with tension, a palpable energy between the two figures.

whether the wanderer welcomes the visit or not is inconsequential to aether. he stands as a manifestation of his own autonomy, navigating the currents of his existence according to rules known only to him. in this moment of stillness and unspoken understanding, the room becomes a canvas for the complex dance of their unspoken connection.

[exoplanetupdates-blog]

EXO Variety Shows (2020-2022)

2022:

Travel the World on EXO's Ladder S3 (EXO)

EXO-Mas (EXO)

Brand New Acorn Market (EXO)

Chen FM (EXO)

hello82 (Xiumin, Suho, Chen)

It’s Live (Suho, Chen)

Amazing Saturday (Xiumin)

Beat Coin (Xiumin)

Street Alcohol Fighter (Xiumin)

Jonathan Youtube Interview (Xiumin)

Chuu Can Do It (Xiumin)

After Zzz… (Xiumin)

Besties in Wonderland (Suho)

King of Masked Singer (Suho)

Hidden Singer 7 (Suho)

Lee Mujin Service (Suho)

Hey News (Suho)

No Doubt TV (Suho)

Back to Field S6 (Lay)

Hello, Saturday (Lay)

The Rap of China (Lay)

MMTG (Chen)

Dive Studios (Chen)

Off The Grid (D.O.)

Give me a minute (D.O.)

Radio Star (D.O. - mention)

KAI’s Bucket List (Kai)

Blockbuster: Brick War of Geniuses (Kai)

The Game Caterers S2 (Sehun)

Street Man Fighter (Sehun)

2021:

EXO Arcade S2 (EXO)

Knowing Bros (Xiumin, Kai)

Radio Star (Xiumin, D.O. - mention)

Busted S3 (Sehun, Suho)

Devil Wears Jungnam (Kai, Sehun)

Xiumin's Tomorrow, A Tennis King (Xiumin)

Amazing Saturday (Xiumin)

Drink with God (Xiumin)

Painful Date S2 (Xiumin)

Hurrah for Independence (Xiumin)

Where is My Home? (Xiumin)

Back to Field S5 (Lay)

Street Dance of China S4 (Lay)

Dance Smash S2 (Lay)

Youth and Melody (Lay)

A Date with Winter Dream (Lay)

New Business Card (Lay)

MMTG (Baekhyun)

Law of the Jungle (Chanyeol)

I Live Alone (Kai)

New World (Kai)

Kai's Bucket List (Kai)

Honeymoon Tavern (Kai)

Idol Dictation Contest S1 (Kai)

Sixth Sense S2 (Kai)

hello82 (Kai)

Job Dongsan (Kai)

Ggoggomoo S2 (Kai)

The TakFather (Kai)

Dingo (Kai)

Food Comes After Hard Work (Kai)

House on Wheels (Sehun)

2020: 

Workman (EXO)

Choiza Road S3 (EXO-SC)

After Zzz.. (EXO-SC, Kai)

Knowing Bros (EXO-SC, Baekhyun + Kai)

Amazing Saturday (Baekhyun + Chanyeol + Kai, Suho, Kai)

Heart For You (Suho, Chanyeol, Sehun)

Things That Make Me Groove (Xiumin, Baekhyun)

hello82 (Baekhyun + Kai)

Radio Star (Xiumin - mention)

Happy Camp (Lay)

Only 3 Days (Lay)

Street Dance of China S3 (Lay)

New Year’s Eve Dinner (Lay)

Go Fighting S6 (Lay)

I'm CZR S2 (Lay)

Dance Smash S2 (Lay)

We Are Young (Lay)

Yoo Heeyeol’s Sketchbook (Suho)

ODG (Suho)

I Play Alone (Baekhyun)

You Quiz On The Block (Baekhyun)

Heart For You (Chanyeol)

Stay Body Luv (Kai)

Hey Jini (Kai)

Comedy Big League (Kai)

YOOXICMAN (Kai)

Look Me Up (Kai)

The Adventures of Young-Ji (Kai)

I Live Alone (Sehun)

[z-exo-l]

Hear Me Out First Impression

I have a weird way of watching new EXO MVs, but I can’t break tradition, so I’ll commence with my usual word vomit.

Initial listen, no visual

Kyungsoo??? Ooh…Oh hell yeah, classic exo r&b. The instrumental sounds like Baby Come Back by Player, mixed with a deep feminine note to it? Ala Salt n Pepa or En Vogue. !!! SEHUN STARTS US OFF OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS BABY!! A STRAIGHT UP SC START UP OH MY GOD YES!!! HUSKY SUHO??? THIS TRACK IS GOING MAGICALLY! Ohh a baekhun duet into a soft jongdae chorus, this is fun! More rap??? Awww Jongiiiin! 😭 MINSEOK! Oh honey you’re killing it!!! Chanyeol gets a chorus!! Ksoo adlibs?? Where else are you honey? Then again I’m not watching it with *ideal* sound. These harmonies are killing me though! The rap line is being used stupendously. A classically lovely Baek run. And a suho close out! Omg!

Second listen, watching the MV

Awww! The photobooth! Ksoo fall, YES YOU GOOBER! Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to see them do a shot like that, strolling through a house w everyone in the back; it’s just like a VCR! Incense… Omg, Sehun looks like an elementary school teacher in that sweater vest and the city model isn’t helping. 😍 A CACTUS OH MY GOD!!! THE WASHER RETURNS! (More KKB vibes.) …I want a doughnut. STOOPP THIS IS SO CUTE!!! I’m DYING THE DOMESTICITY IS KILLING ME!!! Yes Kyungsoo please eat that doughnut. 🥲 Jongdaaaae that is such a playful look!! Oop! Pcy’s turn! JONGIIIN THAT LIL SMILE!! 😑 Of course they gave ji that line. Minseok is rocking that wild sweater. Aww, Kaisoo on the couch. 😊 Another Kji smile! Exo bowling again is getting me emotional man! NOT THE SEHO MOMENT TOO, what are you DOING to me w this mv??? (Also am I an idiot that I can’t place this choreo?) Hyung line really cuddly in this mv. Suho and Minseok should cuddle more often. 🥰 As usual I’m pretty slow on the lore, but I love it. Plus kjd is looking precious. Ksoo laughing his ass off at Sehun nailing Baek w the hose is everything. I am loving the dork parade through the bowling alley. NOT KYUNGSOO PEACOCKING EXCUSE ME???? Omg, I’m sure it’s not but it looks almost like they’re dancing to Kai’s Reason. 😍 We love the big Baekhyun smile. 😊 Pardon me, I’m slowing down the photobooth scene. A CHENSOO HUG!!!! I love how in the second pic even Kyungsoo is wearing a precious face and yet there’s OSH 😆. Keep feeding Kyungsoo please? Awww look at Suho!! Ohhh I’m sure the group ups here are significant, but I don’t have it…I realize I didn’t mention him a LOT but Pcy got a lot of screentime too!! I’m so happy for him and Sehun!!! They DESERVE to lead a song, and exo as a group are more than capable of providing support.

Ack. I loved this. ☺️ The MV was wonderfully simplistic and heartwarming, and the song was great. Again showcasing the kind of r&b that I believe only EXO can do. It gives me very strong EXO SC vibes, and not just because they were used so much; the melody made me think of Telephone feat. 10cm. That’s not a criticism btw, I love that song, and I can still appreciate this one’s uniqueness. My only complaint is vocally I didn’t get enough Kyungsoo, but again, I’m not listening with an ideal medium. I’m so excited for the official comeback, but this was a great hold-over until it’s here. 🩵

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so like obviously sc would have a racism problem (like 70% of them would be racist it's 1 the culture 2 graves is literally the ceo and his second in command is A White Computer Guy From Florida W Dreads. yea.) but i dont think its members are as white as, like, the game shows bc it just uses a generic milsim they just like never made any other like Models there's no variety in skin color or gender. women probably are the smallest minority of members but im sure theres more than Mila and Roze (who quit). also mace just wouldn't join and shepherd would get in trouble for having like, a white supremacist army. that does not stop graves from having a predominantly white company tho. but also the members of color inside the org are. like. also in the culture/used to it/not afraid to call out bullshit. and it wouldn't be like actively hostile all the time that's a ridiculous idea bc then the company wouldn't Work. plus a lot of racists aren't like vile to poc at all times just when they "deserve" it (i don't think this. nobody deserves someone being racist to them) and specifically in how they vote and also how they will group people together by stereotypes or believe in "replacement theories." also it'd be in other races being antiblack and and and you don't really need me to explain to you the jumbled mess of racism in the military uh basically what i mean to say is there's rap in the shadow company playlist that all members enjoy but for different reasons.