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I've got a drive of over 2h today so that gives me a lot of time to write and work out all of my ideas for Kinktober. I'm so excited lol!

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I'm leaving my home for university in a few hours and my fkn charger has decided to stop working😼

Leaving home is such a crazy feeling

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if u get a ★ in ur inbox it means ur moot appreciates u, and ur efforts in the community. send this to 10 mutuals to continue the love !!

ALYSSAA ILYSMMSMMSMSMS!!!

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I haven't exactly updated in a while, but I'm quickly coming back to say that I'm going on a 'break'. I'm currently preparing to start my first year in university in mid-September and can't see it being appropriate that I try and write in this stressful moment. I'm not leaving tumblr. I'll still be active, of course, just not posting as much.

This may go on into the whole of September, but I guarantee I'll be back for Kinktober. I'll be writing whenever I can, updating previously made drafts so that I'm ready to rejoin fresh in October. I'm also not going to be editing as much - to those who follow me for both lol.

I'll be supporting my favs and commenting, simply not posting for a while until I'm settled. In the meantime, requests for kinktober and NNN are obviously still open (they'll never close).

Love you all 🫶

Taglist: @melliflws @yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @sturn-bugz @bueckers @worldlxvlys @raysmayhem-72 @patscorner @y0urm4m @bernardsbendystraws @junnniiieee07 @luverboychris @jnkvivi @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @shorthairchris @colorthecosmos444 @anabethinking @anyaa2s @emilyfaith2003 @zariyamitchell-blog @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @sturniolosiphone @slutf4rmatt @flouvela @lovesturni0l0s @2prcntmilkluvr @itsmaddielouis @angelicameron @strnilolover @marrykisskilled @emely9274 @alesturniolos @courta13 @trevorsgodmother @sturnbrooke @pasteldreams @delilahsturniolo @jensturnss @slvt4subchratt @sturnssgracie @heartsonlyforchris @xoxojoao @sturns-mermaid @sweetshuga

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What if I did a stray kids theme at some point for their new album? Yellow and blue anyone?

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YES YOU DIDDDD

. . . 'UNRAVELLED ' . . .

CONTAINS: SMUT, FINGERING, GRINDING

You're leaning back, your body humming from the hours of rehearsal - knees sore, muscles tight, skin still tingling from the sweat that dried on your neck. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. Chris. He hadn't seemed to notice you walk in behind him. The laptop screen glowed with samples that you didn't quite understand. Not saying much, just nodding when it hit, raising a brow when it didn’t.

His studio was what you expected it to be, sleek, low lights, organized with racks of vinyls and equipment that was bound to cost more than your car that brought you here. There was something enticing about the way he worked, at ease. The baggy jeans rustled any time that he shifted himself in his chair but his compression shirt stuck to him closely, highlighting each feature so casually.

As Chris turned to grab his can of choice, his eyes caught a glimpse of your body in his peripheral. Squeaks filled what was silence when his chair turned to you. He was quick to transition from a slight jump to shameless admiration.

"Sugar, you come from practice?" Chris asks with a low voice. The sweat that lingered on your skin, the way your body leant on the desk for support and the tense body all gave it away. "You seem to have worked hard, huh?"

"Had to." Your voice spoke out with a rasp. "Showcase is in five days and I'm not planning on fucking up this choreo in front of several thousand people."

“I get it. You’re pushing hard. I respect that. But you need to step away from that stage at times, you'll drive yourself to insanity.”

His eyes latched on to you, studying your reaction to his words. He knew well enough by now that being told the opposite of what you wanted to hear never sat well.

Chris’s expression softened just slightly, but there was something in his eyes that felt insistent. “You think you gotta prove something to me? Or to yourself?” His voice was soft, endearing.

You didn’t answer right away, the silence between you heavy and thick. You knew this tone he used, low and coaxing. The kind that slipped so easily under your skin.

Without another word, Chris set his drink down on the desk, the can clinking softly against the wood. The space between you two shrank as he took a step toward you. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint remnants of your sweat from practice. His eyes dropped briefly to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

“Don’t you wanna take a breath?” Chris asked, his voice a whisper now, like it was meant just for you. “Let go of all that tension for a minute?”

It was written all over your body, in the way your chest lifted with a sharp inhale, in the way your gaze flickered down to his mouth and lingered there a second too long. He knew you weren't one to decline such an offer.

So, you nodded, just enough to be noticed.

"C'mere..." he spoke lowly, under his breath. The tips of his fingers curled, calling you over. He closed the final inch between you with his hand sliding around to the small of your back, pulling you forward until your knees bumped him. He remained sat for a moment, stroking your sides whilst giving you puppy eyes you'd rarely see. His thumb idly stroked against your spine, ignoring any trace of sweat attached to your skin.

Chris's hands slid higher, one grazing along your ribs while the other slipped up your spine, fingers threading through the damp strands of hair at the back of your neck. He cradled you there, holding you like you were glass.

"Been watchin' you grind yourself to the bone all week," he said, voice rougher now, thicker with feeling. "You need to remember what it's like to feel good, sugar. Not just work."

As he stood up, his hands aligned back with his body, his own hips pressed against yours. Your skin burnt through the fabric between you and you couldn't just blame that on dance.

The shift in height tilted your balance for a second, your palms flattening against his chest instinctively. The compression shirt clung to him - you felt the solid thump of his heartbeat through the thin material.

Chris didn’t step back — he didn’t give you space to think about it, to second-guess yourself. He stayed right there, letting the contact sink into your bones, one hand firm against your lower back, the other drifting up along the back of your neck, fingers stroking slow circles into your skin.

"You're so fuckin' tense," he murmured, almost like he was talking to himself, forehead dipping closer until it nearly brushed yours. "Let me help, yeah?"

You exhaled shakily, the words getting caught in your throat. Instead, you gave a small, slow nod, your hands fisting lightly in the fabric of his shirt. "Mhm..."

Chris smiled then, lazy and knowing, the kind of smile that promised patience. Without breaking the contact, he maneuvered you backward a few steps until the backs of your thighs bumped against the clear section of his desk shoved against the far wall of the studio. His movements were gentle but sure, not wanting to push your body.

His hands skimmed down your arms, fingers tangling briefly with yours before sliding back up to your shoulders, his thumbs digging in with just enough pressure to make you sigh under your breath.

Chris caught that sound, his eyes darkening, his lips twitching like he was barely holding a smile back. "Sit for me," he said lowly, his tone dipping into something rougher now.

You sank onto the desk slowly, never breaking eye contact, heart slamming against your ribs. Chris kept standing, just steadily watching your thighs relax on the wood. He used one of his knees to gently nudge your legs apart.

Large, careful hands slid up your calves first, kneading the sore muscles there, thumbs pressing into tender spots you hadn’t even realized were aching so badly. You gasped softly at the relief that immediately followed, and Chris's head lifted, catching the sound with a smirk that was pure trouble.

"You kill yourself to be perfect," His hands continued working upward, slow, unrushed, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you. "But you don't gotta do that with me. Not here."

You bit your lip, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers found a particularly tight spot just behind your knee, working it loose with maddening precision. The slow burn of it crawled higher, your skin buzzing under his touch, heat pooling low in your stomach.

"You want more, sugar?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, even as his voice remained soft, almost reverent.

You leaned forward instead, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl low in his throat. "Please, feels good."

Chris surged upward in one smooth motion, his body slotting between your legs, his hands bracketing your hips as he pressed you back to the wall. "Yeah? That's what you want? To relax everything..."

At this point, you weren't fully paying attention to him much. His breathing remained heavy enough to sift the silence around. Every part of your body began to buzz with a different sensation, and it made you drool.

You wanted to study his face more, yet your eyes clamped shut when his fingers dragged over your clothed cunt, blocked by thin shorts and underwear. He didn't move when you shuddered - just leaning further into you. With your whole body against the skin of the walls, he found it easier to place gentle kisses onto your neck. "Want to take these off for me, sugar?"

Rather than remaining in his hair, both hands fall to your hips, brushing with Chris'. He made no effort to move them whilst the fabric slid down your thighs. Getting them off was simple enough - tossing them onto the floor by his feet. Next came your underwear, so you started to raise your hands back to their original position.

As much as he loved the obedience, Chris took his initiative to speed up the process. "Just want to treat my girl now..."

The table felt colder than expected on your skin and was pressing all over your thighs. It wasn't helping that the warmth of his hands made it seem colder in comparison. But it seemed easy enough to distract you again with one touch to your core. His fingers ran through your folds, wetter than you both anticipated. The smirk that rose to his face was undeniable. Nothing seemed to still his actions, determined to make you feel as good as he wanted you to.

You both looked up to each other as you both watched the expressions that were shared. Your stomach twisted with anticipation as everything else was clouded. He never meant to fog your judgement, but with a voice like that, so alluring, you didn't deny any of it. It simply added to his charm.

Part of you wanted to speak up, any comment to fight back like normal. All of that was shut down by his presence alone. That and the fact that your body was too tired to do anything but what Chris told you to. "Chris... please."

"Don't tell me I've already got you beggin'?" He mutters gently before pushing a finger into your entrance, pumping slowly. You knew he wanted to tease, his speed lacking what you needed. His eyes said it too, gleaming with that perfect smile that made you weak. It was easier with a wall behind you to lean back on.

Your mouth dropped open when another finger was added, both curling up when they were knuckle deep. He had quietly gasping under him, your head using all its energy to stay up straight. "Good? Told you that I'd treat my girl.." His words had you nodding insistently. "Feels so good.."

His movements continued at the same pace, thrusting repeatedly into your warmth. His thumb reached to your clit, rubbing in time with his fingers. The action has your back arching. Your voice mewls from the added stimulation - quiet and desperate. The skin of your lips is trapped between your teeth as you tried to muffle sounds that Chris dragged out from you. "Oh c'mon.. We are in a soundproof studio, sugar. You can be a little louder than that." Your eyes met his, glossed over and hazy before you let a more prominent moan sound out.

"There it is, keep showing me how good my fingers feel." That's when his pace increased, pressing harder on your clit, making you jolt. His free hand ran over your body. Anytime you'd squirm, he'd massage the skin on your thighs before caressing your cheek.

You gasped loudly as he curled his fingers whilst pressing on your clit, your back arches again, your body unintentionally grinding on his fingers. It forced them deeper, harder. "Fuck!"

"Needy girl, hm?" He leant down, closer to your heavy breathes and moans. "Can fuckin' feel you clenching around me, can feel you gettin' closer." You wanted to shake your head and deny how quickly he had dwindled you to a mess. Yet, the way your pussy clenched with a desperation to release told him before your words could. Pathetically, you pawed at his chest, your glazed eyes meeting his. "Wan' cum.. please Chris."

"Yeah? You do? Gonna make a mess of my fingers hm?" Heavy, shaky breaths poured endlessly from you, moans breaking any syllables you tried to say. A hand reached up, grabbing his shoulder, your grip on him tight. Your body lunged forwards to meet his chest as your core spasmed around his fingers. "Chris!" He didn't still. Fingers remained inside you, curling and pumping to make the pleasure last longer.

Even when he stopped, his hand simply stopped knuckle deep inside of you. "Feel better? Relaxed?" Chris chuckled when he saw the state of you from what would normally only be the beginning. Hazed over eyes, pounding heart and that strong gaze that tried to hard to maintain control.

"Speechless purely from my fingers? You really needed that, huh sugar?" His voice grew louder in your ear. "Don't think I'm not done making my girl feel good. Let's get you home."

a/n: I've spent like four hours learning Korean today, I'm fried.

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New Producer!Chris post - [here]

@melliflws @yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @sturn-bugz @bueckers @worldlxvlys @raysmayhem-72 @patscorner @y0urm4m @bernardsbendystraws @junnniiieee07 @luverboychris @jnkvivi @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @shorthairchris @colorthecosmos444 @anabethinking @anyaa2s @emilyfaith2003 @zariyamitchell-blog @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @sturniolosiphone @slutf4rmatt @flouvela @lovesturni0l0s @2prcntmilkluvr @itsmaddielouis @angelicameron @strnilolover @marrykisskilled @emely9274 @alesturniolos @courta13 @trevorsgodmother @sturnbrooke @pasteldreams @delilahsturniolo @jensturnss @slvt4subchratt @sturnssgracie @heartsonlyforchris @xoxojoao @sturns-mermaid @sweetshuga

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. . . 'UNRAVELLED ' . . .

CONTAINS: SMUT, FINGERING, GRINDING

You're leaning back, your body humming from the hours of rehearsal - knees sore, muscles tight, skin still tingling from the sweat that dried on your neck. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. Chris. He hadn't seemed to notice you walk in behind him. The laptop screen glowed with samples that you didn't quite understand. Not saying much, just nodding when it hit, raising a brow when it didn’t.

His studio was what you expected it to be, sleek, low lights, organized with racks of vinyls and equipment that was bound to cost more than your car that brought you here. There was something enticing about the way he worked, at ease. The baggy jeans rustled any time that he shifted himself in his chair but his compression shirt stuck to him closely, highlighting each feature so casually.

As Chris turned to grab his can of choice, his eyes caught a glimpse of your body in his peripheral. Squeaks filled what was silence when his chair turned to you. He was quick to transition from a slight jump to shameless admiration.

"Sugar, you come from practice?" Chris asks with a low voice. The sweat that lingered on your skin, the way your body leant on the desk for support and the tense body all gave it away. "You seem to have worked hard, huh?"

"Had to." Your voice spoke out with a rasp. "Showcase is in five days and I'm not planning on fucking up this choreo in front of several thousand people."

“I get it. You’re pushing hard. I respect that. But you need to step away from that stage at times, you'll drive yourself to insanity.”

His eyes latched on to you, studying your reaction to his words. He knew well enough by now that being told the opposite of what you wanted to hear never sat well.

Chris’s expression softened just slightly, but there was something in his eyes that felt insistent. “You think you gotta prove something to me? Or to yourself?” His voice was soft, endearing.

You didn’t answer right away, the silence between you heavy and thick. You knew this tone he used, low and coaxing. The kind that slipped so easily under your skin.

Without another word, Chris set his drink down on the desk, the can clinking softly against the wood. The space between you two shrank as he took a step toward you. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint remnants of your sweat from practice. His eyes dropped briefly to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

“Don’t you wanna take a breath?” Chris asked, his voice a whisper now, like it was meant just for you. “Let go of all that tension for a minute?”

It was written all over your body, in the way your chest lifted with a sharp inhale, in the way your gaze flickered down to his mouth and lingered there a second too long. He knew you weren't one to decline such an offer.

So, you nodded, just enough to be noticed.

"C'mere..." he spoke lowly, under his breath. The tips of his fingers curled, calling you over. He closed the final inch between you with his hand sliding around to the small of your back, pulling you forward until your knees bumped him. He remained sat for a moment, stroking your sides whilst giving you puppy eyes you'd rarely see. His thumb idly stroked against your spine, ignoring any trace of sweat attached to your skin.

Chris's hands slid higher, one grazing along your ribs while the other slipped up your spine, fingers threading through the damp strands of hair at the back of your neck. He cradled you there, holding you like you were glass.

"Been watchin' you grind yourself to the bone all week," he said, voice rougher now, thicker with feeling. "You need to remember what it's like to feel good, sugar. Not just work."

As he stood up, his hands aligned back with his body, his own hips pressed against yours. Your skin burnt through the fabric between you and you couldn't just blame that on dance.

The shift in height tilted your balance for a second, your palms flattening against his chest instinctively. The compression shirt clung to him - you felt the solid thump of his heartbeat through the thin material.

Chris didn’t step back — he didn’t give you space to think about it, to second-guess yourself. He stayed right there, letting the contact sink into your bones, one hand firm against your lower back, the other drifting up along the back of your neck, fingers stroking slow circles into your skin.

"You're so fuckin' tense," he murmured, almost like he was talking to himself, forehead dipping closer until it nearly brushed yours. "Let me help, yeah?"

You exhaled shakily, the words getting caught in your throat. Instead, you gave a small, slow nod, your hands fisting lightly in the fabric of his shirt. "Mhm..."

Chris smiled then, lazy and knowing, the kind of smile that promised patience. Without breaking the contact, he maneuvered you backward a few steps until the backs of your thighs bumped against the clear section of his desk shoved against the far wall of the studio. His movements were gentle but sure, not wanting to push your body.

His hands skimmed down your arms, fingers tangling briefly with yours before sliding back up to your shoulders, his thumbs digging in with just enough pressure to make you sigh under your breath.

Chris caught that sound, his eyes darkening, his lips twitching like he was barely holding a smile back. "Sit for me," he said lowly, his tone dipping into something rougher now.

You sank onto the desk slowly, never breaking eye contact, heart slamming against your ribs. Chris kept standing, just steadily watching your thighs relax on the wood. He used one of his knees to gently nudge your legs apart.

Large, careful hands slid up your calves first, kneading the sore muscles there, thumbs pressing into tender spots you hadn’t even realized were aching so badly. You gasped softly at the relief that immediately followed, and Chris's head lifted, catching the sound with a smirk that was pure trouble.

"You kill yourself to be perfect," His hands continued working upward, slow, unrushed, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you. "But you don't gotta do that with me. Not here."

You bit your lip, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers found a particularly tight spot just behind your knee, working it loose with maddening precision. The slow burn of it crawled higher, your skin buzzing under his touch, heat pooling low in your stomach.

"You want more, sugar?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, even as his voice remained soft, almost reverent.

You leaned forward instead, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl low in his throat. "Please, feels good."

Chris surged upward in one smooth motion, his body slotting between your legs, his hands bracketing your hips as he pressed you back to the wall. "Yeah? That's what you want? To relax everything..."

At this point, you weren't fully paying attention to him much. His breathing remained heavy enough to sift the silence around. Every part of your body began to buzz with a different sensation, and it made you drool.

You wanted to study his face more, yet your eyes clamped shut when his fingers dragged over your clothed cunt, blocked by thin shorts and underwear. He didn't move when you shuddered - just leaning further into you. With your whole body against the skin of the walls, he found it easier to place gentle kisses onto your neck. "Want to take these off for me, sugar?"

Rather than remaining in his hair, both hands fall to your hips, brushing with Chris'. He made no effort to move them whilst the fabric slid down your thighs. Getting them off was simple enough - tossing them onto the floor by his feet. Next came your underwear, so you started to raise your hands back to their original position.

As much as he loved the obedience, Chris took his initiative to speed up the process. "Just want to treat my girl now..."

The table felt colder than expected on your skin and was pressing all over your thighs. It wasn't helping that the warmth of his hands made it seem colder in comparison. But it seemed easy enough to distract you again with one touch to your core. His fingers ran through your folds, wetter than you both anticipated. The smirk that rose to his face was undeniable. Nothing seemed to still his actions, determined to make you feel as good as he wanted you to.

You both looked up to each other as you both watched the expressions that were shared. Your stomach twisted with anticipation as everything else was clouded. He never meant to fog your judgement, but with a voice like that, so alluring, you didn't deny any of it. It simply added to his charm.

Part of you wanted to speak up, any comment to fight back like normal. All of that was shut down by his presence alone. That and the fact that your body was too tired to do anything but what Chris told you to. "Chris... please."

"Don't tell me I've already got you beggin'?" He mutters gently before pushing a finger into your entrance, pumping slowly. You knew he wanted to tease, his speed lacking what you needed. His eyes said it too, gleaming with that perfect smile that made you weak. It was easier with a wall behind you to lean back on.

Your mouth dropped open when another finger was added, both curling up when they were knuckle deep. He had quietly gasping under him, your head using all its energy to stay up straight. "Good? Told you that I'd treat my girl.." His words had you nodding insistently. "Feels so good.."

His movements continued at the same pace, thrusting repeatedly into your warmth. His thumb reached to your clit, rubbing in time with his fingers. The action has your back arching. Your voice mewls from the added stimulation - quiet and desperate. The skin of your lips is trapped between your teeth as you tried to muffle sounds that Chris dragged out from you. "Oh c'mon.. We are in a soundproof studio, sugar. You can be a little louder than that." Your eyes met his, glossed over and hazy before you let a more prominent moan sound out.

"There it is, keep showing me how good my fingers feel." That's when his pace increased, pressing harder on your clit, making you jolt. His free hand ran over your body. Anytime you'd squirm, he'd massage the skin on your thighs before caressing your cheek.

You gasped loudly as he curled his fingers whilst pressing on your clit, your back arches again, your body unintentionally grinding on his fingers. It forced them deeper, harder. "Fuck!"

"Needy girl, hm?" He leant down, closer to your heavy breathes and moans. "Can fuckin' feel you clenching around me, can feel you gettin' closer." You wanted to shake your head and deny how quickly he had dwindled you to a mess. Yet, the way your pussy clenched with a desperation to release told him before your words could. Pathetically, you pawed at his chest, your glazed eyes meeting his. "Wan' cum.. please Chris."

"Yeah? You do? Gonna make a mess of my fingers hm?" Heavy, shaky breaths poured endlessly from you, moans breaking any syllables you tried to say. A hand reached up, grabbing his shoulder, your grip on him tight. Your body lunged forwards to meet his chest as your core spasmed around his fingers. "Chris!" He didn't still. Fingers remained inside you, curling and pumping to make the pleasure last longer.

Even when he stopped, his hand simply stopped knuckle deep inside of you. "Feel better? Relaxed?" Chris chuckled when he saw the state of you from what would normally only be the beginning. Hazed over eyes, pounding heart and that strong gaze that tried to hard to maintain control.

"Speechless purely from my fingers? You really needed that, huh sugar?" His voice grew louder in your ear. "Don't think I'm not done making my girl feel good. Let's get you home."

a/n: I've spent like four hours learning Korean today, I'm fried.

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Producer!Chris and Dancer!Reader is coming out today!! Fucking finally

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my experience with rose

i feel like it's finally my turn to say something. i've kept this to myself for so long but seeing people still love rose, and now that she's finally gone i can't stay quiet anymore.

i was 15. the whole time i was so confused. she would constantly talk sexual with me, telling me about her fantasies and making comments i didn't even understand yet. she asked me to call with her, and on those calls she'd always bring up sexual stuff. i didn't know what to say. i just remember feeling weird, uncomfortable like i had to just sit there and go along with it even though i didn't want to.

eventually i blocked her. she blocked me back, and then i deactivated. since then tumblr hasn't felt safe for me. every time i see her name or people saying how much they love her it brings all of it back.

i think this is the last time i'll ever be on here. i don't even know why i'm writing this except that i just want to finally be heard. i've carried this for so long in silence and maybe it doesn't even matter anymore but it matters to me.

the worst part is i barely have any screenshots because i deactivated my account back then. that makes me scared no one will believe me. it scares me that most of this only exists in my memory and maybe only i will ever know what truly happened.

sometimes i feel like maybe i'm being dramatic. like maybe i overreacted or made it bigger than it was. but then i remember how sick it made me feel, how confused i was how i didn't even know what to say when she would start talking sexual with me. i was 15. that shoulve been enough for her to know it was wrong

i don't know. maybe i'll regret posting this maybe people won't believe me, but at least i finally said it out loud.

please i beg, interact with this any way i really want to feel heard it feels like im being dramatic but then I remember how much it still bothers me.

tags for awareness@cvnntagious @darksturnz @y3sterdaysproblem @passionfruitchris @nickssidewitch @humpster35

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I bought so many albums for stray kids but I eventually pulled all the members, who am I to complain

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NEW STRAY KIDS ALBUM?!@OWIFUQJKE JM SO NORMAL ABOUT TBIS ABHHH

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Who knows if ill finish this one

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I LOVE YOUUUU

I LOVE YOU MORE BBY!!!

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THANKS ALYSSA!

@strnilolover @delilahsturniolo @sweetshuga @missmimii @malsmind @55sturn @sturnioz @y3sterdaysproblem @darksturnz + so many more are my best friends on here and my biggest inspirations 🫶 i love you all so much

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

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Learning Korean actually kicked my ass today wtf

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Just did my Korean for the day and now I'm playing with @g0dders lmao

kay my babyyyy

Gabby!! How are you angel?