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[jarofalicesgrunge]

Layne Staley - Alice in Chains performing live at Munich, Germany, 1993.

📸Photo by Fryderyk Gabowicz

[newenglandcoasterman]

the ride is down

[fraterimperatorr]

Alice in Chains’ self-titled “Tripod” album was released 28 years ago today. November 7th, 1995.

Featuring the singles “Grind”, “Heaven Beside You”, and “Again”, it was the third studio album released by the band and the final with Layne Staley ♥️

📸 Photo by Marty Temme, 1995

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Yes !!! for me, it's amazing!!! It makes me so happy to see more people reblog it. I think I'm on my second or third time now, and I really love it! I can tell you made a great contribution, and l'm sure more people will continue to appreciate it. I 100% agree!!! no one will ever replace Layne or his era in this band. He’s Unequalled totally the GOAT and absolutely unmatched in the whole scene. Forever♥️

[hoshingi]

BOOSEOKSOON How is your youth?

[diamonddaze01]

i lied i have two thoughts

fiancé seokmin who has been getting really secretive lately. slipping away a lot, staying up late at night when you're asleep. you're worried. is he getting cold feet

you find out later on— either when you confront him, or at the altar— he's been going absurd lengths to learn your mother tongue behind your back. lee seokmin, husband-to-be, who makes sure his vows are in the words of your childhood. who would he be if he didn't learn all of the languages you could be loved in

예쁜 말

-`♡´- PAIRING: lee seokmin x reader | -`♡´- WC: 1.0K -`♡´- A/N: outing my mother tongue in this one.... but anyways enjoy yet another office bathroom iphone notes fic

Something is wrong.

It starts small at first. Seokmin slipping away at odd hours, muttering vague excuses about work or helping a friend. You tell yourself it's nothing, that you're just overthinking. But then it becomes a pattern—he’s slipping away more often, staying up late at night when you’ve already fallen asleep, leaving you with nothing but an empty space beside you.

It’s nothing drastic, but your mind races, and you can’t stop wondering if there’s something he's not telling you. You don’t want to jump to conclusions, but you can’t help it. You know him—his gentle nature, his loyalty, the way he’s always open with you. But lately? He’s been so distant, so secretive.

Is he… getting cold feet?

You push the thought away, but it lingers, creeping under your skin. The doubt gnaws at you every time you look at him, every time he runs off to his study, every time his phone buzzes, and he quickly silences it.

One night, when you wake up and find the space beside you cold, you decide you can’t wait any longer. You slip out of bed, padded footsteps soft on the floor as you make your way to the living room. There, you find him, hunched over his laptop, headphones on, his back to you. He doesn’t hear you approach.

You stand in the doorway for a moment, watching him. There’s something about the scene that makes your stomach twist—a strange feeling of both intimacy and distance. The glow of the screen illuminates his face, the way his lips move as if he’s speaking to someone. The soft murmur of his voice, too low for you to catch, only adds to the tension in the air.

"Seokmin?" you say softly, breaking the silence.

He jumps, startled, quickly slamming the laptop shut, like he’s been caught doing something wrong. "Baby! You scared me. What are you doing up?"

Your heart races, but you force the words out, your voice wavering, unsure if you’re ready to hear the truth. "What are you doing, Seokmin? Why have you been acting so secretive lately? Are you… getting cold feet?"

His eyes widen, disbelief flashing across his face. He stands up quickly, stepping toward you with a mix of confusion and frustration. "No! Why would you think that?" he exclaims, his tone softening when he sees the worry in your eyes. "It’s not like that at all, I promise."

"But you’ve been so distant. You’ve been sneaking around and staying up late. I don’t know what to think, Seokmin."

He hesitates, running a hand through his hair as if caught in a bind. You watch him closely, searching for any sign of the man you know and love—the one who would never keep secrets from you. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, he sighs, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I’m sorry," he murmurs, looking down. "I should’ve told you sooner."

"Tell me what?" you ask, voice shaking now. "What’s going on?"

He takes a deep breath, pulling you gently toward him. "Baby, I—" He pauses, gathering his words like they’re precious. "I’ve been learning Kannada."

You blink, confused. "What?"

He gestures awkwardly toward his laptop. "I’ve been learning your language. I—I want to say my vows to you in Kannada. On our wedding day."

Your mind races, trying to process the words. Kannada? Your mother tongue?

"But… why?" you whisper, heart pounding in your chest.

Seokmin smiles sheepishly, his ears turning pink. "I just… I wanted to be able to promise you forever in the words that shaped you. The words you grew up with. The language that loves you first. I wanted to make sure that when I stand up there on our wedding day, I’m giving you all of me, in all the ways I can."

Your breath catches in your throat, and before you can stop yourself, tears spring to your eyes. You blink quickly, trying to hold them back, but Seokmin sees it anyway. He reaches out, gently brushing away the tear that’s already slipping down your cheek.

"Seokmin."

He winces. "I’m not very good yet. I’ve been practicing so much, but my pronunciation still sucks. Jeonghan made fun of me last week, and I made my tutor cry—"

"You what?"

"Okay, she was crying from laughter, but still." He groans dramatically, burying his face in your shoulder. "I just—I wanted to do this right. I wanted you to hear it on our wedding day and know that I love all of you. Every part, every language, every version of you that’s ever existed."

There is a lump in your throat, a tightness in your chest that feels dangerously close to crying.

"You—" Your voice shakes. "You learned my language?"

"For you?" He cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the tear that escapes. "Of course I did."

And that is what breaks you. You let out a shaky laugh, burying your face in his neck as you cling to him. "You idiot. I thought you were hiding something terrible."

"To be fair, I was hiding something terrible. My accent is awful."

You pull back, looking at him through damp lashes. "Say something, then. I want to hear it."

He swallows. "Right now?"

"Right now."

Seokmin’s ears go red, but he nods. He takes a breath, searching for the words he’s practiced over and over in secret. And then—

"ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ."Naanu ninna preetisuttene.

The words are a little shaky, thick with his accent, but they are unmistakably clear. I love you.

You let out a soft, broken noise, hands coming up to cradle his face. "Again."

He smiles, eyes shining. "Naanu ninna preetisuttene."

This time, you kiss him. You kiss him with every ounce of love in your body, with the weight of every word he’s ever spoken and every word he’s still learning. He melts into you, laughing against your lips, holding you like he’ll never let go.

"Seokmin," you breathe against his lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your face. "I’ll love you in every language I can find, forever."

"God," you murmur when you finally pull away, breathless. "What did I do to deserve you?"

Seokmin grins, nose brushing against yours. "I ask myself the same thing every day."

You shake your head, overwhelmed with love. "Say it again."

And so he does.

[vicaly]

Draw sad steb with sad vi. both mourning ppl and etc. maybe a rainy atmosphere as well cause they're depressed together 😞

I was raised that to honor the dead is by continuing their memory and celebrating through stories. There is still mourning and regret, but it is carefully cared for and wrapped in heart filled nostalgia

It definitely shows here lol. What with Jericho's storytelling of how he helped fight in the finale and the three of them all going back and forth with good memories of the people lost

They deserve it after all that trauma :)

[bookyeom]

anything but shy - lsm

pairing: dokyeom x reader word count: 1.6k warnings: a single swear i think, alcohol, kissing, a little suggestive but not much summary: seokmin is shy… kind of.

A/N: FINALLY A LITTLE ONE FOR MY ANGEL BABY LOVE OF MY LIFE SEOKMIN. It’s just a small one, but it came to me and I love him. That’s all.

“Seokmin — oof.”

The man beside you giggles as he tries to right himself against you after stumbling, mumbling an apology that doesn’t seem quite genuine. The two of you finally make it down the hall to his bedroom door, and he moves to put all of his weight against the door frame. He’s not even pretending that he’s not watching you, which makes you feel all sorts of funny on the inside, because when he’s sober, Seokmin is as shy as they come. 

You can’t count the number of times you’ve caught him looking, only for him to flush and look away when you do. Your friends keep telling you that he likes you, that the two of you act like way more than friends, and you’ve kind of given up on denying it at this point. He’s your friend, and sure — you’ve thought about what his lips might taste like. Or what those beautiful hands might feel like against your skin. That’s beyond the point.

Since you’d gotten him back to his apartment, you’d managed to get some water in him. He seems to be pretty sobered up already, but you can tell there’s enough liquid courage left in him for him not to care that he’s being obvious. You try your best to ignore his intense gaze as you turn the handle, kicking a pair of shoes out of the way that block the path to his bed. You reach for and tug on his wrist, pulling him into the room behind you, and the two of you finally make it to sit on the end of his bed. He doesn’t make a move to lay down, his head lolling onto your shoulder with a contented sigh. You try desperately to ignore the chill that shoots down your spine when you feel his breath against your neck, when you feel the weight of his side pressed into yours. 

“You’ve gotta get changed, Seok.”

Seokmin shakes his head. “Too much effort.”

“Well I’m not dressing you for bed.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and then you can hear his sharp inhale against your neck as he says, “Will you undress me, then?” 

What the fuck?

You absolutely cannot do this. 

“Sorry,” he adds a moment later, his voice much quieter, and you can almost hear him second guessing himself.

You choose to ignore him for both of your benefits as you gently push his head up and off your shoulder. He whines but stands up, making his way over to his dresser. You avert your eyes quickly as you fall back onto his bed, but you’re not fast enough to miss him pulling his shirt off over his head. You squeeze your eyes shut, the image of his tan back and shoulders seared into the back of your eyelids.

You’ve been trying desperately not to dwell on any of Seokmin’s flirty little gestures or comments for a long time now. You’ve been friends for a while and it happens often when he’s drunk, which was difficult to handle at first — but manageable. The problem is that recently, he’s been teasing you while entirely sober, too. You wonder when he’d gained his confidence; you think it might have something to do with the way Soonyoung and Mingyu have been hyping him up at the gym. 

It’s subtle, and still very Seokmin, the way he goes about it. A little squeeze of your hand before he gets up to leave; a wink as he pays for your coffee; a compliment that catches you by surprise. You have no idea how to react to any of it because he’s just like that so effortlessly — so full of teasing remarks and kindness. It’s been shaking you to your core, and you wonder if he knows. On occasions that are few and far between, you manage to catch him off guard in return with a flirty remark. You cherish those moments. 

You wince as you replay the evening. Tonight, he’d been an absolute menace. And by that you mean he’d hardly left your side, brushing soft touches across your back and shoulders, grasping for your fingers when the group of you went anywhere. You know he didn’t even drink that much, so you can’t help but wonder why he’s being extra flirty tonight. 

Your breath and thoughts are promptly stolen from you with a whoosh as Seokmin sprawls on top of you without warning. You let out a groan at the sudden weight. 

“Ow,” you whine, and he just hums in response. 

“You’re really comfy,” he mumbles against your shoulder. He sounds shy again, a completely different person from the one you’d seen just moments before. You can feel your heartbeat pick up at the realization, at the thought of you being the one to make him feel shy. You momentarily forget about the pain you’re in when he adds, mumbling, “The comfiest.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He nods, lips brushing against your skin as he hums. Neither of you speak for a few moments, and you find yourself holding your breath in the silence. You can feel him against every part of you, and you’re terrified that he’ll hear how fast your heart is beating with him this close.

“I think I’m more comfortable with you than anyone else.” He says the words so softly that it makes your head spin.

Oh. 

Your hand lifts on instinct to the hair at the back of his neck. You feel him still for a moment before he relaxes, and you let your fingers start to play with the strands. He sinks further into you with a sigh. You desperately don’t want to move, don’t want to break whatever is happening here — but it’s really starting to get a little hard to breathe. 

“Seokmin,” you try again softly, and this time he lifts his head to look at you. The breath is effectively knocked out of you when his eyes meet yours, soft and hesitant, and you swallow. “I don’t want to disturb you, and I know you want to show off that you’ve been working out… but you’re really heavy.” 

His eyes go so wide that you’d laugh if you weren’t in the position you’re in. “Shit! Sorry, oh my god.” He moves to push himself off of you in a panic, but you keep him from going too far with your arms around his neck. 

“I didn’t say I wanted you to let go,” comes out before you can stop it, and you watch Seokmin’s face switch from horrified to surprised to pleased, all in the span of ten seconds. Confident Seokmin is back, and you’re screwed. 

Because it only takes a second for his hands to slide around your back, another half a second to flip you over. Then you’re suddenly on top of him, pressed down against his chest as he beams up at you. “Does this work for you?” He smiles. “Works great for me.”

He’s flirting with you. 

On purpose. 

Sweet, shy Seokmin is flirting with you, looking you dead in the eyes as he does. 

“I wanted to play with your hair,” you finally manage in an attempt to tease back, and you know you’ve succeeded when Seokmin smiles so wide you wonder if it hurts. He lets his head fall back against the pillow, his hands squeezing against your lower back as he makes a show of getting comfortable.

“You may continue,” he finally says dramatically.

You roll your eyes, but the fond smile on your lips gives you away. It fades slightly as you stare down at him, and he gazes back, watching and waiting for you to make the next move. He’s so handsome, you think, all big brown eyes and soft touches, the only indication that he might be nervous seen in the way he swallows thickly in the silence. Your eyes travel across his face as your hand lifts to brush his hair back behind his ear, and you break eye contact as your finger trails down to gently play with the hair that curls just behind his ear. 

“Are you sober right now?”

Your question comes out timid. You can feel him look at you, as serious as ever, hands squeezing where they’re linked together against your back as he replies, “I only had two beers.” He waits for you to meet his eyes again before he adds, “I’m nervous, but I didn’t want to rely on liquid courage tonight. Not with you.” 

You can feel your heart skip a beat inside your chest. “What do you need the courage for?” 

He opens and closes his mouth for a moment, debating. Then he squeezes his eyes shut. “To tell you that I like you a lot and want to date you, mostly.”

You had kind of expected him to say something along those lines, based on your current predicament. 

Does that mean you were prepared for it? Absolutely not.

“Mostly?” Is all you can manage. 

“Also to tell you that you’re super hot and funny.” His eyes are still closed, eyebrows furrowed, and your hand moves to rest against his jaw.

“Seokmin.” He opens one eye, then two. You are so fond. “You’re super hot and funny, too. Also, yes.”

”Yes?” He repeats, and you nod.

”I want to date you, Seok. Yes.”

He blinks up at you, jaw slack, before he murmurs, “Holy shit.”

You can’t come up with an answer to that. So you do the next best thing: you lean down to capture his lips with yours. And you’re quick to learn that Seokmin is anything but shy when it comes to kissing you.

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[jarofalicesgrunge]

☼ Alice In Chains At The Offramp in Seattle, 4th February 1991.

📸by Alison Braun

[phykoha]

Leave your things behind, 'Cause it's all going off without you

He's been on my mind lately,,,

[svtscans]

Love & Letter Repackaged

[bribing-dandicus-dancifer]

hiiiii, I’m still alive and drawing Dandy’s World, I’m just abysmal at posting

have the Circus Troupe because I love them so bad

Bonus Comic under cut!

Translations: Yatta: “You are so cute in my shiiiirt!” Looey: “Is there anything under that?” Blot: <Yes> Looey: “…Are those my boxers?”

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Awww he’s an Angel 👼🏼💖

💕💕💕💕💕 what a sweet guy. Even at the rough points, you were a blessing to us all, my Layne. 🌈💙💖💗

📸edited by me, taken by Mark Seliger.

[namchyoon]

yoongi and bss' "fighting" challenge 🤍 for @bubmyg 🤍

[hoshingi]

WOOZI & DK Follow Again

[hyper-coasters]