#thanks for tagging me 🤍

[howdyricciardo]

Nine people you want to know better

Tagged by @go-daniel and @daniel-dr3 (thank you, i love tag games! 💕)

last song: somewhere only we know from Keane. Im in some really nostalgic moods recently and that one just hits me in some way

currently watching: the tour the france series on netflix. Bc yep i love cycling and watching it and getting the perspectives from team leaders and more insight is just really interesting to me. Im impatiently awaiting the new season of The summer I turned pretty tho

currently reading: i’ve just finished Reckless by Elsie Silver the other day and i have to choose a new book to read. But i dont know how i will pick a new book bc those Elsie Silver books have me in a chokehold 🥵

latest obsession: hmmmm… daniel is my 24/7 obsession but non daniel related maybe just like raspberries and strawberries since the season is upon us and oohhhhhh CHOCOLATE STRAWBERRIES 🤤🤤

Tagging @formationlapsz @yesloulou @ricciardo-is-thriving @goldenboyricciardo @mcl4r3n @formula-niall @formulahs @maxiel-jpg @accio-ricciardo (only if you want to and havent done it before! 💞)

[theredviper]

SYLUS "THE RELENTLESS CONQUEROR"

— Love & Deepspace (2023), dev. InFold [x]

[flowercrowngods]

✨🤍 some steddie softness for @thefreakandthehair's birthday, i hope it's the very best so far! 🤍✨(please please your day comes first, read this whenever you have time and space to breathe 🤍)

Eddie is not a religious man — far from it, actually. But there are a few things that make him believe in higher powers. In angels. In destiny and luck and a love so strong it could conquer everything. 

This very moment is one of them. 

Stevie, soft and sleepy beside him in the back of the car as Nancy is driving, the dim light of the passing street lamps painting his face in hues of gold like the light itself favours Steve Harrington, caressing his features with the softest of shadows. 

He’s beautiful. Ethereal. Perfectly angelic with his eyes closed, his whole body turned towards Eddie in the warmth of the car.

It takes Eddie’s breath away, his heart taking up space where before there were his lungs and ribcage, growing in size until he feels like he is about to burst. And even then he keeps looking, staring at that pretty face that looks so at peace with the whole world right now. Eddie has never seen Steve like this, but now he understands why people start wars. Why people defy gods and death itself to be with their one true love. Why Orpheus looked back. 

He understands. Because Steve, his Stevie, warm and safe and perfectly fine in the backseat of a car? That is everything. He doesn’t even need to kiss or touch so long as he just gets to look. And be. Oh, to be at the same time that Steve is. 

That might just be life’s greatest gift to him. 

A tiny sigh falls from Steve’s lips and Eddie really, really might be about to burst. 

“Hey, angel,” he whispers, because moments like this aren’t made for anything but hushed words, their truths too heavy, too sincere for the world to hear and keep on spinning. He doesn’t need the world to spin as long as there is Steve. 

“Hi,” Steve whispers back, his eyes still closed but the smile lighting up, luring Eddie in like he is but a moth drawn to the flame. 

Eddie leans in and rests his forehead against Steve’s, his hand coming up to cradle a light-kissed cheek. Steve leans into it, following Eddie’s hand like maybe they are twin stars pulling each other closer until there will be an explosion of light and creation. Steve nuzzles against his palm and leans further into Eddie’s body until they share the same breath — but still it’s not enough. 

Eddie wants to say so many things now that their hands are entangled, their soft exhales mixing. But after a while he notices that Steve is humming before gently singing along to the song coming quietly from the speakers. 

“Take it easy with me, please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze. Take your time, make it slow. Andante, Andante. Just let the feeling grow.”

Eddie knows the song, recognises it instantly, and his breath gets stuck in his throat once more. Because he has a secret. He loves it. He has imagined for the longest time that one day, someone would make it his song. Sing it for him, to him. 

He’s never told anyone because he has a reputation to uphold and more than enough metal music to listen to, but of course Steve wouldn’t care about his secrets being secret, and just oh so casually make his deepest, most private of dreams come true. 

He’s an angel, that one. A hero. Myths and fairy tales should be woven around that heart of his, folklore speaking of his name until history itself wouldn’t dare to forget. No one can convince Eddie otherwise. Not in that moment, not with Steve singing so quietly, so gently, so adoringly. 

I think I love you. I think I can’t ever stop, not when I’ve seen you like this. Not when you’ve just shown me what life can be about, what it should be about. Gods, I love you and love you and love you. 

That’s what he wants to say. 

But all that comes out is a marvelled, “Shit, Stevie.”

It has the desired effect of a huffed breath, an even wider smile, and Steve cuddling further into Eddie’s side, eyes still closed. Eddie brushes a kiss to Steve’s forehead and feels like maybe his love can make it into the fairy tale, too. 

It will. Oh, it will, when Steve finally lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder and looks at him through hooded eyes, all soft and sleepy and safe. A moment passes like this and Eddie can’t breathe, maybe he can never breathe again — but it only lasts until Steve slowly, so very slowly begins to lean in to claim Eddie’s lips with a kiss so gentle it could bring him back from the dead. 

Eddie kisses Steve back just as slowly, because in moments like this there is no rush, no hurry. There’s only them, there’s only this. Only a kiss until there is another. 

And with Steve, there is always another. 

Nancy smiles as she is taking the long way to Steve’s house, rounding Loch Nora twice because she knows how comfy Steve gets in cars at night when he doesn’t have to drive and there is soft music playing. 

Eddie kisses her goodbye on the forehead, fully aware of what she’s done. He doesn't tell her about the sun and the myths and all the wars he would start for Steve.

Nights like this are not meant for telling anyone about them. They can hardly be believed as it is. They can only be lived, hand in loving hand.

[wmnylander]

thank you cat @girljeremystrong for the tag because this is the cutest thing ever 🥹

come decorate my tree !

tagging literally everyone who i’ve enjoyed seeing on my dash this year! i think everyone should make a tree actually!

@ef-1 @kneelander @dewisnation @atreebreathing @eastoncowan @j-ustkeepgliding @19960525 @583416 @mmarnerz @shoot-the-puck @shaysucksatlife @mattyhatty @malewag @mattynmarns @ahxena @austronauts @bitchell-marner @butchmarner @cujoforever @donttelltheelff @fouraloe @gianniisantetokounmpo @glovehearts @grittysleftnut @glitterandsummerdaze @handandglove @hockeyburner @hamiltonsf1 @kucherovv @marnerism @mitchmrner @mitchyohara @nylwnder @pokedcheck @schecoperez @sergeifyodorov @significant-narratives @tiger-balm @tacoskittles @tufzy @veryknies @wqller & anybody else that sees this!

[souplix]

piccrew challenge tagged by @chanrizard 🤍

i'm tagging (with no pressure) @astralis-is-typing @that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick @gemini-trash @brandnew-daisy and whoever else wants to do it !!!! no pressure obviously 😌

[bpdamandayoung]

i was tagged by @lostintheparsec (hiiiii thank you so much 🥺) to post 5 songs from my on repeat playlist to let u pick your favorite :33

no pressure tags: @mayfriend @officialkendallroy @lolastones @furiousfinnstan @tenderhaunted @biwindblade @ambergreyowl @whoevenknowsdude @ibuprofengirl @waterloggeddaughter and anyone else who wants to do this 🖤

[foursaints]

i really hope this doesn't come across as weird, but i spent the last two days, i think? going though your meta tags and i found myself saying "i Need to study your brain under a microscope" out loud like twice. i'm genuinely fascinated by your thoughts and i hope you know you have the only valid opinions about rosekiller (together, but also as individuals) ever

rosekiller thesis to me

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

Ask game 📜

Thank u for the tag, @ninadove!

Last song played: Hey Na Na by Katie Herzig solely bc this Starsky & Hutch fanvid has been living in my head rent-free for months now

Favourite colour: blue! 💙🩵

Favourite dish: torn between a rare steak w Diane sauce, a Japanese curry, a Caesar salad, & pumpkin soup w sour cream... don't even get me started on desserts 🤤

Current favourite characters: oh god where to begin. Cyrano de Bergerac obviously (& also Le Bret from the same play). Odysseus also obviously. Spike Spiegel, Shawn Spencer, Edmond Dantès, John Dorian, Porco Rosso. & some vvv old forever faves are Lorelai Gilmore, Indiana Jones, Emmy Altava, & Professor Layton! <3

Currently watching: Psych! 💚 The Pacific & Leverage & MASH w @oatflatwhite 💛 I'm also rewatching season 1 of Scrubs bc it was my fave season by far (they're babies!)

Last film I watched: I am beyond self-parody at this point bc it was either Roxane (2019) or Edmond (2019)... I can't even kid myself that it was Asteroid City (see, I do watch other things!) bc that was months ago. I'd like to watch an adaptation of The Count of Monte Cristo next! Even if I am afraid I'll have the same experience w it as u do @ninadove w Bram Stoker's Dracula dgksgskfhd

Current obsession: Psych. Pay no attention to the dozen Cyrano de Bergerac adaptations behind the curtain. ALSO GARDENING I just planted a bunch of tomato & basil together (intercropping ftw) & I'd like to start a boysenberry vine next week :)

Last thing I googled: not doxxing myself but I looked up the names of a game shop nearby bc I'm on the hunt for a specific board game as a friend's b'day prezzie :)

Tagging: @oatflatwhite, @swamp--girl, @coldforest, @clareguilty, @pixelated-glitter,

@justbecringe, @jules-and-company, & whoever else wants to play! Just say I tagged u ^_^

[httpiastri]

dear everyone,

a while ago, i hit 1.5k followers on this blog.... i didn't want to get too sappy but i really wanted to write something, so:

the fact that over one and a half thousand individuals follow me is truly insane and too much for my little brain to grasp. i want you to know that i'm so extremely thankful for each and every single one of you and this makes me so so so happy. this is way more than i ever had expected when creating this blog.

i made this account back in june purely for my own enjoyment; i created it mainly because i was disappointed in myself for having stopped writing, since writing has been such a big part of my life since forever. ever since i stopped writing about kpop, i had barely written anything at all... i made this account just for fun with no pressure and no expectations, and before i knew it, this blog turned into something so special for me. the blog, all of the people i've met through it and all of the moments we've shared, all mean the world to me.

honestly, i'm not sure what i would do right now if i didn't have this blog and this community. these last few months have been pretty rough for me, but i've always been able to come back on here and gain a smile or some laughter. you've all helped me so much, even if unintentionally – every single interaction helps me push forward. i'm eternally grateful for every single like, comment, reblog and ask i've received on here, and your kind words really do mean the world to me. i don't know where i would be without you.

i hit 1k a while ago but didn't celebrate it properly, so i decided to make an 1k/1.5k-celly that i will be releasing soon (when i have more time to actually write)(hopefully at the start of december). please stay tuned!

and once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so so so much. you truly are the best. 🧡🧡

[quinnigallagherjones]

i was tagged by @billhaders (thank you birdy !! 🥺🥺🤍🤍) to play the username song tag game to get to know my mutuals' taste in music !!

q - queen bee by johnny flynn

u - ur so pretty by wasia project

i - i kissed someone (it wasn't you) by dodie

n - never need me by rachel chinouriri

n - no fear no more by madeon

i - in my room by troye sivan

g - guilty pleasure by chappell roan

a - addicted to you by avicii

l - lacy by olivia rodrigo

l - learn to forget by house of protection

a - all things end by hozier

g - gaslight by cxloe

h - happy song by bring me the horizon

e - easier to love you by porter robinson

r - rewind by charli xcx

j - juno by sabrina carpenter

o - over your head by orla gartland

n - nightmare by halsey

e - elsie by martin luke brown

s - scissors in my skin by eat your heart out

tagging: @queenofthekings @darlingboydiaz @benoitblanc @killingsboys @notebookmusical @maygrantgf @girldadbuckley @eddie-kaspjack @redmiller @wednesdayaddamss @swkywalker @novampiresremain + anyone else who wants to do it !!

[autumnchillthatwakesmeup]

Tagged by @ronandreams . Finally got to this 50 days later! Thanks for the tag, Chance 🤍

Rules: list your five all time favorite films and have people vote on which one matches your vibe

Kind of an eclectic mix lol

[pardonmydelays]

when you get this, you can answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your followers :)

hiiii! 🤍 ok, so this is getting super hard cause it's my third ask and i don't really like much about myself (that's why i am giving three things, not five):

i love that i have a vivid imagination and i could seriously create a lot of things if i only wasn't such a lazy piece of shit

i love that despite all the shit i went through i am still full of love - for my friends and family

did i mention that i'm literally the funniest person on earth-

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)

day 04: here come the tears

a/n: the people have requested a surprise eddie pov and i have decided to pull a eurovision and ignore the public vote, just a little bit. but you get a tiny eddie pov, as a treat 🤍

Steve is crying. It's 1:07 a.m. and Steve is crying. And there is nothing Eddie can do about it as he's lying in bed, his heart breaking further with every passing second that they lie there in silence, quiet sniffles carrying over the phone. 

Steve is crying and Eddie is breaking. Steve is not talking to him and Eddie is breaking. Steve is not okay, and neither is Eddie. They're both breaking. 

And Eddie doesn't know what to do about it, how to fix it. How to make it better. How to tell Steve that he misses him, how to ask him to talk to him, how to keep him. To stop him from slipping through his fingers further and further until all there is is silence. 

"You know," his mind wanders back to years ago, his heart cracking at the memory. "I had the biggest crush on him for the longest time. Forever, really."

He remembers the way Steve's eyebrows shot up, his eyes round with... shock? Surprise? Or maybe something bad? 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah," Eddie had chuckled, fiddling with the straw in his drink to give his hands something to do. "Remember that kiss?" Steve nodded. "Well." Another chuckle, awkward this time, and possibly too revealing. 

Steve grinned at him, a self satisfied smirk that wavers just a little. "So you're saying you did fall madly in love with me, Munson?" 

Eddie's breath had hitched a little because Steve remembered those words so perfectly that had since doomed Eddie completely. But he covered it up with a laugh so easily, he was sure Steve didn't notice. 

"Maybe," he grinned. "But eh, that's in the past." 

It wasn't a lie; not really. But wasn't the truth either. 

The truth was that Eddie had moved on. The truth was that it's the kind of crush that was never really a crush. The kind that is a Forever more than anything else. 

The kind that will always be there, a flame burning inside my chest that carries your name and keeps it alive, keeps me warm. The kind of flame that will always be ready to become a bonfire again. Just say the word, Stevie. It's written in the universe. Say the word and I'll be yours. 

"Good," Steve said after a while, and Eddie remembers frowning, remembers that he wanted to ask what that tone was, what Steve was thinking. If he was worried or disgusted or felt betrayed that Eddie's been so hopelessly and helplessly in love with him. 

But all he said was, "Yeah. Remember Chrissy? We're kinda official now." 

And Eddie had known then just as he does now, that he'll be a happy man with Chrissy. She's his best friend, a sunshine on bleak days. She's no Steve, but she makes him happy. He had to move on from Steve – to try – and allow himself his own kind of happiness. He'd never expected to find it with Chrissy, but he loves her so much. He's grown to love her in the past years – not the movie kind of love, not the all-encompassing Steve kind of love, because that flame inside his chest can still only carry one name. 

But life is not a movie. And love is not always a fire. But he's still warm, still content, still happy. And so is Chrissy. She knows about his flame, says she understands. Eddie thinks he has one of her own, but he never asked; just held her that night, creating more of that silent happiness.

…Is he happy? Lying in bed, listening to Steve's quiet breaths that are barely audible over the phone, remembering the kiss, the confession, the Forever that he tried to move on from, he wonders what he's doing. Wonders if that contentment is worthwhile if it somehow lead him to losing Steve. 

Did he miss something? Did he fuck up without realising? 

He can't ask; Steve won't talk. 

All he can do is lie there and feel that flame that still carries Steve's name after ten, eleven, twelve years scorching his insides. 

All he can do is wonder if the whispered, "Good night, Stevie. I miss you," is some kind of goodbye. All he can do is lie awake all night and wonder where they started losing each other. 

~*~

Missing Eddie is worse than loving him. Missing Eddie makes it feel like all the heartbreak songs are written for Steve and his pain that will persist.

It’s been three months since the engagement party, and the sharp, biting heartache that cut into his lungs every time Steve tried to take a deep breath has dulled now, turned into a constant ache, an emptiness, the sorrowful traces of where an I love you turned into an I miss you. 

He’s barely talking to Eddie anymore, and with every passing day he just misses him more. 

Steve types the words I miss you over and over and over again, but never hits send. Just stares at them, wondering if Eddie knows. Wondering if he’s doing the right thing. He isn’t. There is no right thing. Nothing is right. Not without Eddie. 

He scrolls up in their chat, past Eddie’s questions if he’s okay, past his very own I miss yous, up and up and up to the strings of hearts, to the inside jokes, to the gentle teasing, to the You’re my favourite persons, to the happiness and joy and good, good times. 

He scrolls and scrolls until his phone vibrates and tells him there’s a new message in the chat. Steve frowns, his hollow heart racing as he scrolls down again to see Eddie’s new message. 

Eddie Munson: — Can I come over? 

Steve frowns. 

— why? are you okay? 

Eddie Munson: — No. — Nothing is okay. You’re gone and you’re not talking to me and I miss you and I’m losing you and I don’t know why — I dont know anything. — I just wanna know, wanna talk, wanna understand — I wanna fix this. I fucked up, I think, and I wanna make it better. — I need to talk to you — Please. Please can I come over 

Steve swallows hard, as he reads the incoming messages over and over again, watching the little bubble that says Eddie’s typing still. Watching as it disappears and reappears, reading until his eyes begin to sting and his vision is blurred with tears for the first time this week. 

Letting them fall as he types, 

— no. please dont 

Eddie doesn’t reply to that, and Steve breathes out long and hard, throwing his phone to the side, not caring where it lands on the couch as he slumps over to the other side, turning up the music even louder. 

Oh, can you tell I haven’s slept very well Since the last time that we spoke. I said, ‘Please understand I’ve been drinking again And all I do is hope.’

It consumes him, this song and the way it was written for him. The way it was written about him. Because he has no right to ask Eddie to stay. He’s the one who’s leaving. He’s the one not telling Eddie what is wrong, why he’s pulling back so suddenly. 

I’m not strong enough for the both of us. What was I supposed to do, You know I love you. Please, stay.

Please stay. Please, please, please stay. It’s about him. It’s about Eddie. About them. 

And Steve listens to it over and over again, not caring that his neighbours will know it by heart by know, will be so tired of him wallowing for weeks and months, and will come knocking soon. He doesn’t care, not when Mayday Parade are singing, All the love’s still there, I just don’t know what to do with it now. 

He types that into Eddie’s chat. Doesn’t hit send. Sends it to Robin instead, and gets a shaking hands emoji in return. It makes him smile as he re-starts the song. 

~*~

That night, he wakes around 2 a.m. to a missed call an hour ago and one new message on his mailbox. He lifts his phone to his ear with shaking hands and bated breath, a pit opening in his stomach when he hears the Judas Priest song that’s been in his Sad Eddie playlist since the beginning. 

His heart cracks open when he hears Eddie’s sniffle, a heavy sigh, and another sniffle, followed by a little, Fuck. 

“Stevie? I’m… You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to just— to just disappear. To slip through my fucking fingers, or float away like a— a dream, when you wake up, and you wanna go back to sleep because it was a good dream, and you— I don’t wan’ you to be a good dream Steve. You’re like… Fuck, man!” 

Eddie’s voice is breaking, and so is Steve’s heart as his hand begins to tremble and he sits up in bed, closing his eyes, squeezing them shut because he doesn’t want to see the world as Eddie’s rambling at him. 

“I miss you. I miss you so much, and I don’t understand what’s happening. I don’t… I don’t wanna miss you. How do I get you back, Stevie? Please just… God, please just talk to me. I’d do anything for you, you know that. Just tell me, just say the word. Just… Just say the word, please.” 

There’s silence after that, only Judas Priest’s Here come the tears over and over as the song is ending. Steve is crying as he listens to Eddie’s silence. 

“Just. Just… Please, Stevie.” 

The call ends then, the line cutting to the staticky voice instructing him to save or delete the message. Steve saves it. He doesn’t know why. 

He also doesn’t know why he’s scrolling through his contacts with trembling hands and hits Call when he reaches Eddie. 

The call doesn’t even get to the second ring before it’s picked up already. 

“Stevie?” Eddie sounds breathless, wild, and just a little hoarse. Like he was still crying. 

“Hi,” he says lamely, still shaking, a little breathless himself, and with absolutely no idea what he should say. 

“I’m… Hi.” 

Silence falls, and Steve wipes at his eyes. He’s still in bed, just sitting there with his phone pressed to his ear, and the ball that’s coiled inside him is growing larger and larger with each passing second that he doesn’t say Sorry, that he doesn’t say I miss you, too. That he doesn’t say I love you. 

“Can I come in?” 

He blinks, the question throwing him off his thought spiral. “Huh?” 

“I’m sort of… outside your building right now.” 

Why, he wants to ask. No, he wants to say. You’re gonna see, you’re gonna know, you’re gonna hate me forever. 

“Okay,” he breathes and climbs out of bed, blanket around his shoulders despite the summer heat, because suddenly he’s freezing. He buzzes Eddie in, listens to him on the phone as he walks up the stairs, neither of them thinking of hanging up, and opens his doors with shaking, trembling hands. 

tagging: @sexymothmanincarnate @mcneen @livsters @eddiemunchondeeznuts @abstractnaturaldisaster @steddie-as-they-go @hyperfixationgoddess @goodolefashionedloverboi @stxrcrossed186 @imzadidragonfly @eddiemunsonswife @bidisastersworld @ghost-ly-s @romanticdestruction @walkingaftermidnight07 @anaibis @rainydays35 @mightbeasleep @sunfloweringstories @korixae @tuesdaycats @totoroinatardis @ilovebookshowboutyou @musical-theatre-gay @theluckyalien @copingmechanizm @srra @changelingbaby @sassygoop @obsessivelyme @r0binscript (sorry if i missed anyone just give me a shout if i did <3)and thanks to everyone who said nice things about this 🤍🌷

come back tomorrow/later for [redacted] | read here

[narugen-moved]

Hey mate, I want to drop this lil ask here if you don't mind (it ain't even an ask I am here for something else and with that being said). I want you to know that you are an amazing writer AND artist that carries not one but TWO ships on your back, I have nothing but respect for you, Captain! Don't let the negativity get to you, both the HoshiMina and NaruMina fans are here for you and everything you do for the two pairs! Your works are amazing, magnificent and captivating! Both art and writing! Your fanfics and cute arts are the reason someone smiles! You always manage to brighten my day whenever I see a new fic or art, or just the random posts that pop up on my timeline, I have nothing but respect and admiration for you! Thank you for keeping both ships alive! I hope you have an amazing day, because you are the reason why so many of shippers are happy!

ohhh my goodness you don’t know how much it means to me to receive this 🥹🤍 have you commented on my fics before?? your style of writing feels familiar!!

that aside, ughrhforuldjeodjfoejofjdej <- me blushing because wah.. thank you 😭😭😭😭 idk this just makes me feel so seen i guess bc i do know im writing for what are essentially rarepairs one of which “doesn’t make sense” but it makes me so happy to write (and draw) for them regardless bc!!!! those are my fave characters!!!!! of course i wanna give them stories!!!!! i want to analyse their characters!!!

thank you so so much for this ask aghhhh it really made me so happy :’) and in return i only hope i can give people who do like hoshimina and narumina the same joy i feel when i write for them! <3

[stunie]

hiyaaa i didn't know how i should respond to ur reblog of my commentary on your hq+thighs post but i'm just glad my blabbering made you happy in some way! just wanted to revisit it to show it proper appreciation. you're such a sunny positive presence on here and tysm for the fantastic filth that was that hc collection. i'm still beaming that you added in ushiwaka from my comment when i was still just a random new follower! sending hugs <3

HIHIIIIII omg can i call you yam ?? IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. i was really nervous writing for haikyuu omg. it meant very much to me > < i’ve read your tags over and over since then !! ALSO. A SUNNY POSITIVE PRESENCE IS SOOOOO SWEET OF YOU TO SAY. that has me smiling so harddmdmdm i love you ALSO . moot !! new moot !! is that okay ?!

[kookjinnies]

what's your top song from happy?

i can’t believe you’re making me choose between my godchildren 😣✋ currently, i am just obsessed with falling. i can’t get that eg and bass and drums out of my head as well as seokjin’s falsetto like wow what a song! the bridge of that song is so good honestly no notes 10/10 for me❕❕you can clearly hear toru’s impressive guitar skills esp on bridge/ending part of the song (though i would definitely love if there was an outro on that song idk why bangtan don’t have outros in their songs im so devastated about this honestly. the running wold extended ver is a gift that keeps on giving I WANT AN EXTENDED VER ON ALL SONGS PLSPLSPLSPLS)

also, taka said it was like fate that he bumped into seokjin like it was just meant to be! idk i love that the universe conspired for them to meet 🙂‍↔️❤️‍🩹