#Imagination Our Collections

[phreaticlayer]

no ideas lately....... only 🍜

[bloodfreak-boyking]

dean trying to keep it together in public when sam is squirming and he's the reason why

(i know its the itching powder but if we all use our imaginations, we can pretend its bc there's a plug in his-)

[michelle-your-belle]

Going to miss the blank slate we could all cast our own fantasies onto

[chiropteracupola]

it's hibernation season. everybody get cozy.

[thatsafuckeduptale]

my papyrus theory is that he isnt real at this point

[starry-sophrosyne]

chat this sugar daddy au has taken over my LIFE.

like i'm not even joking- my weight of the crown timeskip drabbles are ROTTING unfinished in my drafts. By the time I post them, it's genuinely going to be too late like the hype has died down.. /hj /lh And I have a bunch of other random ideas that I have yet to post too..

[dearly-somber]

deathbed | h.js

-> pairing. Han Jisung x f!reader

-> genre. angst, hurt/comfort, f2l (friends–lovers), neighbors!au

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1442

-> warnings. Mentions of divorce; rocky home-life; reader runs away from home (essentially)

-> a/n. Ngl to y’all the formatting for this one was… questionable lmfao. It’s not terrible but… 🤡🤡 idk check it out if you don’t like it 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 5th, 2020 @ 17:29

-> fin. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:23

-> edited. Sept. 23rd, 2022 @ ???

-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics

You walked down the side of the road, the patter of rain distracting you.

You left your house since your parents were having a screaming fit—as they usually did those days. Ever since your mother told your dad that she didn't love him anymore and that she had already filed for a divorce, the tension in the house had been unbearable. You hadn't thought it would start raining, so you were walking with your hoodie up to cover your hair and face, though it was starting to soak though the fabric and make you cold. Your phone rung, Goodbye (by 2NE1) blaring.

Not bothering to check the caller ID, you answered the call with a scratchy throat: "Hello?" You hummed into the phone half-heartedly, stopping underneath a tree.

"Y/N! Where are you? I heard your parents fighting but when I came over to check on you you weren't in your room—"

"Jisung, what have I told you about going through my window? If my mom finds out she'll kill us!" You scolded him, shaking your head disapprovingly

"Whatever, it doesn't matter! Just come to my house, okay? My mom is cooking dinner for us." You smiled softly, humming before turning around to go to your neighbor's house.

Once there you knocked on the door, a low thud accompanying each knock. Jisung opened the door with an excited smile, the smile slowly fading when he saw how wet you were, lips parted in shock.

“You must be freezing… come inside!" He ushered after a moment, quickly pushing you inside. "One sec, lemme grab you some clothes—" it took only a few seconds for him to arrive back with some of his clothes and a towel. "Go change in my room. Mom should finish with the food in a few minutes." He said, pushing you in the direction of his room.

"Y/N! The food's ready!" Jisung yelled just as you finished pulling one of his hoodies over your head. It had been laying on the ground somewhere, so you might as well, right?

"Y/N! It's so good to see you again!" Mrs. Han said with a welcoming smile, hugging you tightly. You smiled with a laugh, nodding.

"I missed you too, Mrs. Han." You said. "By the way, where's (J/B/N)?"

"Oh, he's away for a business trip—"

"Okay, stop talking about my hyung and come spend time with me," Jisung whined, pulling you away from his mother. You had met Jisung in your shared classes, since you were both music majors at school. You had hit it off with him, and when you found out he was your new next door neighbor, you were practically tied to the hip. You giggled as Jisung over excitedly dragged you to where the food was, holding your hand before stopping you in front of the soup.

"Quickly, take some before I finish it myself—"

"Okay, God. You're so impatient, you know that?" You said with a raised brow, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

"It's why you love me, Y/Nie." He retorted, scrunching his nose cutely. You chuckled, dishing up before heading to the dining room, where you and Jisung ate.

Mr. Han only came back later, having gotten stuck in traffic on his way home from work. He greeted you casually, since it wasn't unusual for you to stay over some nights. Jisung had only ever really stayed over at your house once or twice, since your father had never really liked him. You guessed it must've been because he didn't trust him, but you knew your mother adored Jisung, so you guess that's a plus.

"Y/N, are you done?" Jisung asked, looking up from his phone. You nodded as you took your last bite, finally finishing. You had kept getting distracted your thoughts, so it had taken a while. He smiled at you warmly, getting up with a stretch. You smiled at him gently, the image of his cheeks stuffed with food similar to that of a squirrel stuck in your head. You had told him that it was cute and it's exactly the reason why you had saved him on your phone as 'Squirrel bby🐿'.

"Shall we go to my room, then?"

"Mmm." You hummed, taking his hand and smiling up at him brightly: "가자~"

You were sitting with Jisung on his bed, listening to some songs he had produced, reading the lyrics he had given you. He was watching you nervously, biting his lower lip. It was already around 01:03, so his door had been shut to keep the two of you from waking up his parents.

Noticing the way he was biting his lip, you placed a comforting hand on his knee, patting it gently. He smiled at you softly, playing with your fingers until you finished.

"Wow, Jisung."

"What'd you think? Is it shit?" He asked, eyes flicking from his laptop to your eyes questioningly. You scoffed, hitting his arm.

"Yah! Stop that! It was great! The lyrics and beat are amazing... I love it." You reprimanded him, pouting. He giggled, bubbling with happiness as he leaned back with a hand to his cheek, face turning pink.

Leaning forward he squeezed your cheeks, taking his laptop and paper to put it on his bedside table.

"Aah, thank you, Y/N-ssi!"

You hummed quietly, yawning. He sighed, hitting the sides of his mattress. "차, I'm gonna go grab a mattress for you—"

"What? No, Sungie. You'll wake your parents~"

"But—"

"We can just share a bed, dummy~" Jisung went quiet, looking at you stupidly as you made yourself comfortable in his bed.

“What?" You questioned, wide eyed and cute as ever.

"You're not going to be uncomfortable?" He asked, hesitantly getting comfortable with you. You laughed at him, poking his cheek with a fond smile.

"Of course not! I trust you, Sung-ah. And anyway," You smirked, moving forward to wrap yourself around him, the exact reason why he always referred to you as 'koala'. "You're a very huggable size. We fit together perfectly—" He chuckled at that, slowly wrapping his arms around you. You cuddled further into his chest, a content sigh leaving your lips.

Jisung bit down on his lower lip once more, looking down at the top of your head nervously. Now or never, Jisung!

"Uhm, Y/N?"

"Mmm?" You had closed your eyes. God, he was so warm—

You hadn't cuddled with Jisung all that much, since you usually only watched television at your home, generally playing games when you came over to his place to hang out.

"If I told you I liked you, would you be mad?" He asked quietly, making you look up at him.

You propped yourself on your elbow, eyeing him scrutinizingly. "You're being serious?" You asked, voice soft as you watched him. With a nervous gulp, he nodded, looking at you. When, a minute later, you hadn't yet answered, he cleared his throat, looking away sheepishly.

"It's okay if you don't like me back, I wasn't expecting you to, any—"

Jisung's eyes widened comically, his hand squeezing the side of the covers in all of his shock. You had kissed him to shut him up, your hand on his upper thigh. Slowly, Jisung's eyes fluttered closed, his hand making it's way to cup your cheek gently. His thumb brushed over your skin lightly, sending a tingle down your spine. You pulled away, looking at him expectantly. When he finally re-opened his eyes, he looked at you with his lips parted slightly.

"Does that answer your question..?" You asked with a shy smile, searching his eyes. Not trusting his voice, the boy nodded, watching with a smile as you leaned in again. He put one hand on your waist while you moved to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the tips of his hair, his other hand still cupping your face. A couple more minutes passed while you kissed him, finally pulling away. You watched him lovingly, smiling before resting against his chest, your head tucked under his chin.

He chuckled lovingly at you, holding you to his chest, sliding down the bed some more while still keeping you close.

"I love you." You whispered, making him kiss your forehead with a soft smile. You lifted your head to place a quick kiss to his shoulder, your hands resting idly on his hips.

"I love you more..." He challenged.

You moved back to look at him again, kissing him softly and leaning your forehead against his, lips still lightly brushing over one another:

"I love you most," You whispered.

[niuxita21]

Like Water for Chocolate is the female-centric Mexican period drama I didn't know I needed in my life. Even if I hadn't read and loved the book and weren't completely mind-blown by the fact that it is EXACTLY what imagined, it's still just the kind of visually stunning Bridgerton vibe (with a dash of revolutionary history to keep it grounded) that I always thoroughly enjoy.

That said... IDK what I'm more weirded out by: 1) how young Tita looks given how sexual the book gets at times or 2) how VIOLENTLY ATTRACTED I am to Irene Azuela as Mamá Elena. OMG. If you had told this to my 16-year-old baby lesbian self when she was reading the book and horrified by how awful her character was, her little head would have exploded lmao. Life is weird and wonderful sometimes.

[biffhofosho]

HAPPY MBB DAY

Celebrating yet another year with the Monstas and all my gorgeous, talented, funny, charming monbebe. <3

Here's a quick post of some of my fave pcs and pc holders to celebrate!

[cosmogyros]

From Albert Einstein's article on "Atomic War or Peace" (1947)

[knowlesian]

not to be an insufferable optimist, but i really do think a fair amount of intra-left strife could be helped by clarifying if we are having a What Should Be, And How To Ultimately Get There discussion or a What Is, And What To Do About It In The Immediate discussion before we start tearing each other apart

[parme-san]

this is insane but does anyone else get the ick from the thought of someone having belongings. holy shit never i don't want anybody's shit in my house

[femme-is-my-gender]

This weekend:

1. Went to a concert in a slutty little outfit and danced and got compliments from the girlies

2. Went to an art expo and we got FIVE cool ass pieces… and maybe overspent so we couldn’t get a dining table like we had planned to this weekend

3. Got called a bitch by one of the art vendors for….. not wanting to buy a piece??

4. Enjoyed beautiful sunny weather and saw the daffodils and morning glories blooming !!

5. Totally ignored all the housework and just had a good weekend

6. Played a game of magic with a group of decent players and WON !! I’ve never won a group game!

7. Got home after all this to find someone on our apartment’s floor had left a decent dining table (some minor cosmetic damage and a small easy repair needed) for trash like basically right on our doorstep. So we still got a dining table!!!!

[recalcitrantlycaffeinated]

ATTN: the delusion is coming

So I watch currently-airing television like an extremely normal person, by patiently waiting until at minimum 8 days after its airdate, then watching it on the ABC website for free, because I'm too lazy to set up a login using the service we pay for.

I have stopped trying to avoid spoilers because it turns out I love spoilers, since then you get to see all the little foreshadowing hints you normally wouldn't notice until a second watch. In general, I can be very normal about this.

And then Bobby Nash died. [Now is where I tell you the tag to block is #911.] To be fair, this is a spoiler I was pre-spoiled for because people caught it during the filming, so it was basically impossible to scroll past and say "huh?" to.

I am exactly the type of person who likes to believe characters aren't dead even if other people have watched the show and they are (see: I still haven't watched the newest season of Outer Banks so JJ can live forever). And the collective delusion about this character death? It's so wrapped up in christology (about a character I have been saying for years is the most well-written Catholic I've seen on television). I already have a taste for the koolaid, you might say.

So I responded in a very normal way, which was by liking hundreds upon hundreds of posts (here and elsewhere) of other deluded people also helping to build up the theory that this is all an elaborate trick which will surely be rectified in the next episode(s). I could not reblog them, because at the time I had not yet seen the episode, which I finally got around to today. The next episode is coming out in only a couple of days. So you are going to see a lot of posts today, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday AM that are going to be full-on delusional nonsense. Not hundreds. I didn't save that many. But my dash is usually pretty balanced, and it is not going to be balanced for just this little bit.

But honestly, you cannot kill my boy on the night of Holy Thursday complete with a soundtrack referencing the resurrection and then be surprised when I expect him to be Not Actually Dead.

[dearly-somber]

Golden Love | h.js

-> pairing. idol!Jisung x stylist!reader

-> genre. fluff

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 712

-> warnings. none

-> a/n. Gonna start posting these song-fics in between trying to update my longer fics, since I have so many of them lol. Enjoy <3

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Aug. 12th, 2022 @ 22:52

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:21

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:31

-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics

You missed him more than you could express with the words of both the English and Korean language.

Having met him as a newbie stylist, you would've never thought that you'd end up dating the boy you enjoyed styling. Jisung was loud, funny, and was always talking for the both of you while you did his hair.

Unbeknownst to you, however, he absolutely loved the way you did his hair. He sometimes wondered how he didn't fall asleep while you ran your fingers over his scalp. Besides that, he loved your gentle nature.

You always told him to shout if you were being too harsh while combing or styling, or to voice if he was uncomfortable and needed something. At some point some of the other members (specifically Hyunjin and Changbin) had complained about never being able to have you as their stylist. When you had asked why, they said that Han had been bragging about how he had once told you that he was overheating and felt suffocated, gushing about how you had grabbed him some water and told him to say if he felt any worse.

You smiled at the picture he sent you from his hotel, guessing that he and the rest of the guys were getting out of the pool. You sent him a quick message gushing about how nice he looked against the background, not failing to mention how much you loved his slightly ruffled hair.

You couldn't help but smile as you drove to his hotel in Busan where they were having a 3 week vacation just before going back to promoting. You had arrived back from a month away, having taken on a job for GOT7. Your droopy eyes giving away that you were jet-lagged.

You had missed your squirrel more than you thought you would, finding the short five minute FaceTimes too short for your satisfaction, not wanting to keep him awake longer than necessary due to the time differences. You pulled into the parking lot with a bad case of the jitters, beyond excited to see him again in person and anticipating a good reaction from your sudden arrival.

You got even more excited when you heard Chris being thrown back into the pool, snickering. Grabbing your things, you easily managed getting into Jisung's room (having gotten a key card for easy access). You stepped inside, putting down your bags by the door and going to lay down on his bed. You had gotten somewhat comfortable after putting on some compilations of Jisung singing, unintentionally falling asleep. An hour or so later, Jisung got back. He was shocked to find you sound asleep, his voice coming from your phone in a hushed tone and your arms wrapped around one of his pillows.

Smiling, he was unable to help the sudden pang of affection for you that swelled in his chest. You had been trying so hard to stay awake to surprise him properly, but the jet-lag had gotten to you first. Gently he pried your phone from your hands, switching it off and putting it on the bedside table.

He got undressed, wearing a sweater and boxers while he climbed into bed. He chuckled as he saw you wearing one of his jerseys, shaking his head at the cute sight: it was a good two to three sizes too big for you, and the sleeves were hanging so far down your hands, you could immediately tell how much broader his shoulders were compared to your smaller form. Making sure not to wake you, he got comfortable, snaking his arm over your waist and onto your stomach, a content sigh leaving his lips.

You whined as you turned over, pressing your face into Jisung's chest, your hands taking hold of his clothes' fabric. "Jisung..." you said as you breathed in his scent. "I missed you," you muttered tiredly, words slurring together. "I love you..."

It was clear you were still half asleep, but you had still made sure to tell him you loved him, never once missing the opportunity and especially now that he was here with you.

He smiled at you warmly, kissing your forehead while you brought a leg over his waist. "I love you, too," he whispered, his breathing evening out.

[foursaints]

i’m still so in shock about barty murder anon honestly. it’s like the wild west out here