#jonghyun: photo

[atlantis-area]

SHINee - Poet | Artist Teaser Image 3 group ver.

[shineepng]

160526 song of hope at noon

[whatwouldjinkido]

jonghyun for gq

[smtown-tourist]

Taemin’s new hair that fans are saying make him look like a young idol again:

Vs. Taemin’s hair when he actually WAS a young idol:

[asleepwalkingfish]

the light from the window was hitting my shelf perfectly

[glassgasoline]

guys i feel insane i love kany so much she’s so amazing THANK YOU KANY! 🤍

[crazyfanofmassculture]

[imgonnaacethis]

so I got gifted a very cute cactus and I named him Jonghyun because the flowers it has reminded me of his hair style in Ring Ding Dong era. I cherish him very much

[doux-amer]

I'm still not over the news about Diogo today. I couldn't and can't accept it and I kept swinging from numb denial to a wave of sadness when I accepted that he died to numb denial again. Reality keeps slipping away from me a second after I try to come to terms with what happened because this can't happen to him. This is so unfair. And I know life is unfair, but this can't be real. This is Diogo we're talking about. How can he be alive and then not? Why did this have to happen? He can't not be here. I just can't understand and I don't want to see any posts about him, but I also don't want to be alone in my grief and I've been word vomiting to Kiril for hours back and forth over this.

And I know that whatever I feel is a thousand times worse for people who actually knew Diogo. His poor family who lost both Diogo and André, his wife whom he was with since they were high schoolers before he went pro and their three very young children. They just married 11 days ago. This is so cruel. God, his teammates and Jürgen and Arne and just. The boys have been through enough these past few years. They've been through enough tragedies and near tragedies. And now this? How are they supposed to live with this? How are they going to show up at preseason training and he's not there, not because he left the club but because he's not even on this Earth anymore? How are the new kids going to join the club like this? How are the boys who left the club this summer going to deal with this when they're alone with no one who understands the grief they're going through because they haven't befriended anyone yet and they wouldn't know anyway because they don't know Diogo?

He was so young. God, he was only 28. He had his whole life ahead of him. I was looking forward to this new season because he had to work on his fitness this season and I knew that seeing him back at 100% would be beautiful. He just won the Premier League and the Nations League and he married and then this had to happen when he had so much left ahead of him.

I keep losing it when I see posts made about him and completely lost it at seeing Milly calling him "Jots," Alexis calling him "querido Diogo," Bobby calling him his brother, Lucho saying how Diogo made so many heartfelt gestures, one of which was extremely significant for him and then he posted that picture of Diogo holding up his jersey when Lucho's parents were kidnapped. He was so loved. And how could you not love him?

I'm too afraid to seek out more posts because I don't want this to be real. I want someone to say that this was all a mistake somehow despite it being over a day since it happened. I've been staying away from social media for the most part because I really can't deal with a post popping up about him and I've been avoiding the Liverpool socials because after seeing Torres's story sharing the club's announcement and then seeing Liverpool's posts (god, I can't imagine being the social media team right now because they knew Diogo. That's not some random celebrity. Some of them may not have met him personally, but some of them definitely have, and they can't even catch a break to process all this) and seeing his birth year to this year is something I really can't handle. I'm not going to be over this anytime soon and it hasn't sunk in yet. I don't think it will until the season starts and even then, I'm going to keep looking to the bench instinctively like he's going to be there. I'm going to think he isn't there because he's in recovery except he's not. And I'm not ready for all the tributes and the goddamn commentators who are going to bring it up and the inevitable goal celebrations in his honor and the commentary on Liverpool's season and just. This is Diogo. I'm sorry, but this can't be happening. It's not acceptable. Do you understand that this isn't some player? This is Diogo.

I know I'm word vomiting now despite not knowing how to take this all in, but I keep going through the day not knowing what to do and then trying to think about it because how can I think about anything else? But not wanting to because I just can't believe it, but it keeps popping up in my head. I know it's so stupid and nonsensical and childish, but I need someone to take this back. I know it's not about fairness and this can happen to anyone. I couldn't bear to look at any news beyond the announcement and then I had to because I had to know because it all felt fake and it was all unbearable, but then I tried to make sense of it as if trying to examine it all would somehow explain why this awful thing happened or how it could have been prevented. Like maybe if he hadn't had that minor surgery right before his wedding which made flying inadvisable, he would have flown instead of tried to drive back to Liverpool. Maybe if he had stayed put at home for the surgery and the wedding didn't happen when it did, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if whatever the hell made his tire blow out didn't blow out his tire or didn't exist, he would still be here. But none of that even makes sense and god, what do you mean we're never going to see him running down the pitch, coming in to poach goals and slot them in anymore? We rely on him so much. What do you mean we're never going to see his gamer celebrations, joke about how much of a gamer he is, talk about his future at Liverpool and Portugal, see him rack up achievement after achievement because he's that good, see him smile that laid-back smile, see him play around with the guys, see him alive and present and just there anymore? He's supposed to be here.

[seungkw1]

white t-shirt — csc

💿🎧 white t-shirt - jonghyun 🎶🤍

♡ pairing: bf!seungcheol x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], pwp ♡ wc: 2.3k ♡ warnings: dom!cheol, sub!reader, size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), nipple play, creampie, dacryphilia, sexting, brief wrist pinning (f. receiving), gendered petnames (good girl, babygirl) ♡ a/n: i went insane no fewer than 15 times while writing this. hope u enjoy <3

1:32am

You didn't mean to rile up your boyfriend when you sent him that picture. 

It was late at night. You should've been asleep already, but the bed felt empty without him. Seungcheol had only been gone for a few days, off on a trip with the boys, but you missed him. Normally, you spend your nights trying to escape from his immense body heat - an impossible task, as he insists on clinging onto you, wrapping his strong arms around you, holding you tight against him as he drifts off to sleep. But you're having a hard time sleeping without his touch. 

It's only one more night, you remind yourself. He'll be back tomorrow. But it isn't helping. 

So in his absence, you do the next best thing you can: put on one of his t-shirts. 

The shirt is thin, a simple plain white tee, buttery soft, and most importantly - it feels like him. You plop back into bed, cozying up under the sheets, ready to sleep. However, his scent against your skin is arousing, and you find yourself longing for him even more. Your hand leisurely slips downward, resting between your inner thighs. The coolness of your skin contrasts with the heat radiating from between your legs. You try to resist, but your fingertips drift toward your core. They arrive at the delicate fabric of your underwear, just barely grazing over your clothed slit. You inhale sharply - you knew you were wet, but the sticky spot that has formed reveals just how fucking much you need him right now. Your middle finger ever so slightly presses against your clit, your other hand moving to your breasts, lightly pinching your hardening nipples through your borrowed shirt. You let out a quiet whimper. As turned on as you are, you'd love to get yourself off, but you don't want to do it yourself. You want Seungcheol here, touching you, worshiping your body with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue. You feel your cunt throb at the mere thought of him. 

You sigh. Rolling over, you reach to grab your phone. You didn't want to bother him too much while he was with his friends, but your neediness is winning right now. 

You open up your messages. You click the top thread, labeled “Cheollie ❤️”, and open up the selfie camera. It's dark, but the moonlight seeping through the curtains illuminates you just enough. You position the phone above you, placing your body in full view. Your nipples poke through the thin, sheer fabric, showing off your tits nicely. You lift the shirt up slightly, revealing your tummy, but also displaying the visible wet spot spreading on your panties. Perfect. 

The screen flashes as you hit the shutter button. You type out a quick message.

missing you babe 😘

You hit send. You don't even know if he's even awake at this point, but almost immediately the typing bubble pops up. He types for a good minute, then the typing stops. But no message. You wait, staring at the screen, another minute passing before he starts typing again. Finally, a response. 

you can't just send me a picture like that out of nowhere. look what you've done.

His message is followed by a slightly blurry photo: him, in the bathroom mirror, pants hastily unbuttoned and boxers shoved aside, his thick cock fully erect. 

Another message follows. 

we were in the middle of a game. i had to run off and hide because of you. 

You grin, pleased with yourself. You wanted to tease your boyfriend, make him excited to come home to you. Instead, you've made him incredibly horny - and you want to see just how far you can push him. 

i take it you like the pic then? ;)

brat. i saw how wet you are. you need me that bad babygirl? so desperate for my cock that you can't even wait til i'm home tomorrow?

i need you babe, i wanna cum so bad 

don’t you dare, love. wait for me. 

i’ll be waiting ❤️

good. no touching yourself. only i’m allowed to make you cum.

You say goodnight, then and roll over - but you're certainly not sleepy now. Your mind wanders, thinking of your boyfriend, fantasizing about how good he's going to fuck you tomorrow. 

You pull up your phone one last time to check the time, calculating the hours until he’ll be back - far too many. 

It's going to be a long night. 

—

3:34pm

Your eyes are glued to the little gray circle with a C on it as it gets closer and closer to your apartment on the map. Cheol is almost home. 

Thank fuck. If you have to wait any longer, you’re simply going to explode. 

You reread the text he sent you earlier in the day:

omw home baby, i'll be there in a couple hours. wait in bed for me, wear the same thing as last night.

So here you are, laying on the bed, in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear, which you can already feel getting wet again. You've been obedient, ignoring every urge in your body to touch yourself - but that's only made you even hornier. 

Finally, you hear the jingle of keys as the front door unlocks. You hear your boyfriend enter, taking off his shoes and setting down his things. Then - footsteps, growing louder as he approaches the bedroom. He slowly pushes the slightly-ajar door, standing in the doorway and taking in the sight of you, nearly naked, waiting for him in bed - just like he told you to. He gazes down at you, practically licking his lips, his eyes brimming with desire. You give him your best doe eyes as he saunters toward the bed. 

“Such a good girl for me, doing exactly as I told you,” he praises as he takes your face in one hand, rubbing your cheek gently. You say nothing, but tug at his arms, trying to pull him onto the bed - but he resists, standing tall as he stares lustfully into your eyes.  

“Oh, but you're still in trouble for what you did to me last night.”

You bite your lip as you grin, beaming at how much you managed to provoke him with only a single suggestive photo. Before he can stop you, you slip your hand onto the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He groans as you stroke his cock through his clothes; he lets you do so a few more times, savoring the sensation, before grabbing you by the wrist - pinning you to the bed as he climbs on top of you. He interlaces his fingers with yours as he holds you down, locking lips with you as he kisses you with aching necessity. His soft, plush lips tug at yours as he places his weight on you, pressing his hardened cock into your core. You cry out as his erection rubs gently against your clit, giving you the stimulation you've been craving. 

“Cheol,” you moan under your breath. “Missed you so much.”

He kisses your neck, humming in your ear. “I know, baby.”

His lips trail down your neck, sucking tenderly at your skin, until he reaches your breasts. He takes one in each hand, squeezing them as his thumbs repeatedly brush against your perked nipples. He positions his mouth right above one of them - you feel the warmth of his breath before he latches on, sucking gently on the bud through the thin t-shirt. You moan softly as his tongue creates a wet spot upon the fabric, making your nipple even more visible. He rubs the first nipple again as his mouth moves to your other boob, sucking more intensely as you begin to wriggle underneath him. He takes his time, going back and forth between each bud. 

“Cheollie,” you whine, “gonna cum already if you keep doing that.”

His mouth pops as he unlatches, glancing up at you amorously and giving you a sly grin. You are putty in his hands at the slightest touch - and it turns him on so badly. 

He tugs at the shirt - you lift your body off the bed, allowing him to pull it off of you. Throwing it aside hastily, he returns to your now-bare tits, kissing and licking them some more before his lips continue down your body, planting deep kisses on your stomach. He arrives at your cunt, situating himself comfortably between your legs, ready to devour you. His tongue licks a fat stripe over the growing wet spot on your underwear, the lightest of touch causing your back to arch slightly. He sucks on your clit through the fabric a few times before he grabs your underwear, pulling them off of you hastily, your soaked cunt now exposed and ready for him to eat.

He wraps his arms around your thighs as his tongue meets your pussy, licking up and down your folds. You whimper as he swirls around your clit, kissing and softly sucking on the sensitive bud. He slips his tongue into your cunt, pushing its way into your hole - his nose pressing deliciously against your clit as he tastes all of you, the vibrations from his moans making you see stars. You place your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair as he goes down on you, your grasp growing stronger the more intensely his tongue works against your cunt. As you pull his hair he begins to grind into the mattress, needing relief from how painfully hard he’s become. He worships your pussy, eating you out as if it was his last meal on earth, savoring every drop of your juices as you writhe under him, overwhelming pleasure pulsing through your entire body. 

“Cheollie, ‘m gonna cum.”

He removes his face from your cunt, taunting you with his lips hovering just above your clit. You lift your hips, trying to put your pussy back in his mouth, but instead he slips two fingers into you. You cry out as he curls his fingertips upward, reaching your g-spot with ease. He keeps pressing the sweet spot as he slides in and out of you, his thick fingers stretching you out as he fucks you.

Not as much as his cock is going to stretch you out, your subconscious reminds you. 

“Please,” you whine, looking down at him, “need your mouth on me.”

He glances up at you, his big brown eyes meeting yours, drunk with lust. 

“Beg for it.”

“Please baby.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum.”

He smirks at the sight of you, tears welling in your eyes as you plead desperately for his touch. 

“My baby’s so pretty like this,” he coos, his bottom lip brushing lightly against your pulsating bud. 

You yelp as he dives back into you, his mouth latching onto your clit as his hand increases its pace, his other hand pressing against your tummy. Any remaining thoughts in your head vanish - your mind overtaken by pleasure, overtaken by him. You scream his name out as the white-hot sensation in your stomach builds, your body starting to tremble as your orgasm takes over. Seungcheol continues sucking your throbbing bud as you cum on his fingers, shaking from the powerful rush of dopamine exploding through your body. You’ve never cum this fucking hard in your life. 

You haven’t even caught your breath by the time he crawls up on top of you, his cock lined up with your entrance. You moan as he slides the head inside, your drenched walls stretching around his size. He slowly begins to thrust into you, filling you up, your pussy taking his entire length with each stroke. His body presses against yours as he buries his head into your neck, his cock pumping into you, fucking you deeper with each stroke. He groans as you tighten around him, his voice low and gravelly in your ear as his orgasm draws nearer.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, “pussy so perfect for me, fuuuck…”

Tears stream down the side of your face as you take his cock. Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him - sending him over the edge.

“Please,” you beg, “cum inside me."

“Oh god,” he moans, his body beginning to tremble as he bucks his hips into you. “I’m cumming baby…”

His cock throbs in your cunt as he releases. You whimper as he fills your pussy up, his hot ropes shooting up into you. He slows his pace, coming to a stop as he comes down, his still-twitching cock resting inside you. His lips tenderly suck at the delicate skin on your neck as you wrap your arms around his broad torso, squeezing his body into yours as tightly as you can. Eventually, he lifts his head, his face meeting yours with a kiss on the lips. He gazes at you, enamored. You lay there, breathing deeply together as you recover from your highs.

Seungcheol strokes your hair softly. “God I missed you.”

“Don't leave me ever again,” you pout playfully. 

“I can’t,” he replies, shaking his head. “Not if you’re gonna send me pictures like that. I nearly came in my pants.”

You grin lazily at him, head still spinning from your orgasm. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

Cheol kisses you again, cradling your face in his hand. He grabs onto you as he rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You feel his cum dripping out of you, spilling onto his still-erect cock. He grabs you by the hips, pulling you toward his face. 

“C’mere,” he instructs, licking his lips at the sight of you about to straddle his face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

—

[shineepng]

171210 jonghyun inspired concert day 2

[whatwouldjinkido]

jongyuuuu~~~

[punkitt-is-here]

This is long and i could talk about more bugs but here are a few of my faves, not in any particular order just numbered for fun

1. Most of Hawaiian species of Eupithecia moths have caterpillars that are carnivorous!!!! And they look sick

[photos from hawaiianforest.com]

the adults are pretty but look like normal moths to me tho

[photo by Tony Iwane on iNaturalist]

2. The Saharan Silver Ant (Cataglyphis bombycina) lives well. in the desert. so to protect it from the light+heat it’s super reflective, and also runs super fast so it reduces the amount of time it has to spend above ground! Worlds fastest ant, and the third fastest animal per body size!! They go about as fast as human walking speed, which is wild to me

[photo by Jonghyun Park on iNaturalist]

3. not strictly a bug but i can’t not talk about these guys! Testacella slugs straddle the line between snails and slugs (which is a much blurrier line the closer you look) because well. they DO have a fully external shell. but it’s so tiny compared to their body it’s basically useless. i love them they’re so stupid

[photos from Eddi Bisulli and Butor and Gogol on iNaturalist, respectively]

anyway thank u for coming to my ted talk i love lil guys

oh these are all fucking awesome. u even cited your sources i can tell youre a true bug fan

[sinestrated]

It's really starting to feel like this drama is going to have a Bad Ending, so I think I'll have to rush through the rest of these to basically retcon everything into happiness before we get there...

Fandom: Good Boy Pairing: Sabrepunch (Yoon Dongju/Kim Jonghyun) Part: 2/? Rating: PG Words: ~650 Premise: Dongju falls in love with a different athlete at the Olympics.

Masterlist

His name is Kim Jonghyun, he is a fencer, and he moves like a falcon, swift and precise and unerringly deadly.

Dongju would know, because he has attended every one of Jonghyun’s fencing matches. Most of the time he sits in the back with a ball cap pulled over his head—Coach would skin him alive if he found out his star pupil was missing sparring sessions to go ogle another athlete. But Dongju can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop. He is mesmerized by Jonghyun: the quickness of his movements, his graceful footwork, how he becomes lightning out there on the mat. He’s good, cunning and fast and so goddamned competent it makes want shiver hot down Dongju’s spine.

And he is also taken.

The woman Jonghyun is dating, Ji Hanna, is also an athlete: a shooter, and she’s beautiful too, though in a different way, cold and unattainable like a marble statue carved by the masters now placed on display behind glass and velvet ropes. Perhaps Dongju might have spent the rest of his days admiring such a masterpiece in a different lifetime—but as it stands, Hanna is just the woman who holds all of Kim Jonghyun’s attention, who gets to bask in the light of his smiles and soft touches and low, gentle voice. 

Until she isn’t anymore. Until he hears the rumors that Ji Hanna and Kim Jonghyun have broken up, and Dongju has just made up his mind to shoot his shot, has just convinced himself that if he could at least talk to Jonghyun, to see if maybe, just maybe…

And then Jonghyun gets stabbed.

For the rest of his days Dongju will remember the sound the older man makes when his opponent’s broken blade pierces the mask. It’s a shocked, shivering noise, torn from him entirely without his consent. It is a sound of reckoning, of breaking, and Dongju can only stare, breath caught in his throat as the entire stadium watches Jonghyun fall to one knee, shaking.

Blood drips slowly onto the mat, tip tip like a countdown clock.

In the ensuing hushed silence, Dongju breathes and thinks sharply, desperately: Get up. Get up because you’re okay. Get up because that is the man you are. Get up because I love you.

And, eventually, Jonghyun does. He staggers to his feet and waves off the worried medic, then puts his mask back on and falls once more into his starting stance. Because that is just the man he is: stubborn and strong and unbeatable. That is Kim Jonghyun, even bleeding and scared. That is the man Dongju loves, even after he loses the gold.

He waits outside the locker room after the match, shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet as the audience files out, still gossiping about what happened. Dongju hears one low sneer of He probably did it on purpose, knew he couldn’t win so he had to find some excuse, and the anger is sharp and sudden and comforting in its familiarity, because he couldn’t protect Jonghyun out there on the mat, but he sure as shit can now.

It’s fortunate for everyone that the runner catches him right then, to tell him his press conference has been moved up and can he please head over to the briefing room immediately? So Dongju unclenches his fist and does, because it will be quick. It will be easy, he’ll just answer a few questions and pose for some photos with his medal and then maybe he’ll even make it back in time to catch Jonghyun on his way out, to maybe brush his fingers over the fresh bandage on the older man’s forehead and smile and tell him it doesn’t matter, that he will always be a champion in Dongju’s eyes. 

Yes, Dongju thinks as he enters the room with the microphones and reporters and the flood of flashing lights. He’ll just take care of this real quick and then get back to Jonghyun. Everything will be fine.

[yesuriyatop]

Nobody:

Taemin: That photo looks like Minho confessed to Jonghyun with flowers and he was too touched, so he cried.

[zebrataem]

Yap of the day!: I hate shopping apps

I buy things that I need for my kpop collection, and then after that I literally get recommended something that I also need but it’s too late cause I already blew my money.💔

Anyways, come home Jaejoong photo card

And for the sellers, please stop selling Jonghyun PHOTOCARDS for outrageous ass prices like $180 dollars. I still wanna know who bought that. You were robbed😕

Also why does my autocorrect immediately know the name Kim Jonghyun, I don’t even call this man by his full name HELP??