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no like I miss the squid games hype like I fear I'm still here guys

literally!! I swear it lasted like. a single week 😭 I’m also still here so at least we got left behind together anon

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guys I miss dae ho really bad

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DREW OMG this got lost in the notifs but omg this is so cute and congratulations angel!!!! so deserved 🤍🤍

500 celly (smau edition) !!!!

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I think I'm still in shock, I cannot believe that there's 500 of you, it sounds insane saying it out loud right now. Thank you all for supporting me and my little corner of the internet, I love you all and I'm kissing each and every one of you on the forehead. Gosh I'm blanking out but ahhhh my little account isn't so little anymore. F*ck okay so I put a lot into this celly and had so much fun making it look pretty so I hope you all like it and have loads of fun. Okay I'm gonna go celebrate, bye, I love you all, mwahhh!!!!

pierrot le fou (1965) — aka. pierrot the fool unlucky in love? i don't think so! rewrite ur own story today by choosing someone from the list above & spilling ur deepest desires (smut allowed)

two for the road (1967) — reflect on ur marriage today to the background noise of a new film (or two)! give me a fact about yourself and i'll recommend u a film. but there's a catch, the more facts u give, the more films i send hehe

la nuit americaine (1973) — aka. day for night directed by... me! starring ur chosen pairing e.g. maneater!reader x rafe in a smau with a prompt from this list hehe

a summer's tale (1996) — get to know someone new (me) & send in games, or questions from this list!

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NEW KIND OF LOVE — KANG DAE-HO

synopsis: despite your consistent efforts of not attracting toxic men, it usually failed on your end and you were left deprived of all your energy and love until a certain enthusiastic boy stumbled into your life.

authors note: suggestive 16+ this was actually fun to write so thank you anon

You had completely given up on men, ever since you started dating there was not one that left you feeling like you mattered in other ways than sexual.

Every movie night out, every thoughtless gift and countless plead, it all ended with them wanting the same thing—your body.

You couldn’t help but think that was all you were good for, until you met Kang Dae-ho.

He was your co-workers younger brother, large smile and tied back hair every time he stepped foot in the flower shop you worked at.

He was everything you wanted in a man, exciting personality, good looks that made you swoon, you were just scared of one thing. That he was using you like all the others.

The beginning of your relationship had started out smooth, enjoyable dates, picnics under a shaded tree, arcades and romantic dining experiences.

As he started giving you gifts and coming over to your place for hang outs, insisting that you wouldn’t enjoy it over at his due to the crowded environment—this was usually the point where they started expecting one thing from you.

Yet, it was as if it never crossed his mind.

Your head snuggled into his shoulder blade, shared blanket draped across your laps as his arm wrapped around your back. The movie projecting on the tv blasted as there was only silence between the two of you.

“Are you enjoying this? My sister recommended it to me and said it was good, we can watch another one if you don’t like it.” Dae-ho persisted, hand reaching towards the remote as he rambled on. His movement only stopping when your fingers wrapped around his wrist.

“I love it, keep it on.” You reassured, gazing at him as he nodded sheepishly. Your hand soon rested on his lap, mind wondering as to why he hadn’t made any advances. “Do you want to do anything?”

At your question he hummed, head tilting as if in deep thought. There it was, he was going to ask for it. Like they all did.

“Do you have popcorn?” He asked, eyes meeting yours. Your eyebrows furrowed, question catching you off guard as your body stilled.

“Oh, uh-yes.”

That movie night didn’t end like any of the others, and it continued on that way with him.

You weren’t expecting anyone over, snuggled up in your bed watching a new show that caught your interests until the doorbell chime rang through your home.

“For my beautiful girl.” Dae-ho complimented, presenting a purple and yellow petaled bouquet to you as you opened the door. It was beautiful, and it smelled so too.

“I’m sorry, i’m not really in the mood to do anything tonight.” You apologized, lowering the flowers from your nose to get a glimpse of Dae-ho’s confused expression.

“Sex? No-no, I just saw these and thought of you. I mean it’s what a boyfriend does.” He smiled, letting his hand hold the one that wasn’t gripping the bouquet.

That day was filled with him complimenting your cozy stature and joining you as you laid in bed innocently with the show doing all the entertaining.

That was one of the many instances where you were confused by his acts of pure love. None of your previous boyfriends had ever taken the time to hand you proper gifts, at least not ones that were picked from the heart.

All the love he had shown you in different languages, intentions being nothing but pure. It made you realize how truly different Dae-ho was from all the others. It had made you ready.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you or anything.” He sat on your bed gazing at you, hands holding yours as you nodded shyly. You could see his expression hold something gentle, tender, as he waited patiently for your word.

“I’m more than sure, you have been nothing but perfect and I want to take it further.” Explaining, you had began tracing your fingers lightly on his hand. Too nervous to meet his eyes, yet once he brung your chin up to meet his—the softness in his expression calmed you.

“Okay, just tell me when you want to stop.” He smiled at you before landing a light kiss on your lips. It was gentle, just like the rest of the night.

Even though sweat had disheveled your hair, your naked body being shown on full display, Dae-ho still whispered sweet nothings to you. His hands still traced you like you were a beautiful sculpture, too delicate to be handled in any way other than tenderly.

He had put your pleasure before his, something that was foreign to you. The aftercare being just as unfamiliar.

Admiring the state he put you in, fresh clothes on your body and half-filled water sitting still on your nightstand. Your bodies molded together like it was meant to be, like you were the right puzzle pieces finally connecting.

As your eyes started to close and breath begin to slow, Dae-ho still stayed by your side. Caressing your hair and letting his warmth blanket over you. The soft glow of moon light laid over your bodies just right, the moment being all you could ever dream of.

The last thing you heard before sleep welcomed you was a soft murmur from his lips.

A soft and simple confess.

“I love you.”

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love saying "question mark?" out loud when I'm talking about something i'm unsure of

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stfu I don’t think it’s gonna get here until next week nooooo!!!

Unfortunately i cant act normal whenever I’ve ordered something online and am waiting for it to be delivered

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how would clark react to shy!reader wearing cute panties around him for the first time? 

cw: mildly suggestive, fem In the privacy of his own home (and mind), Clark calls you his sweet girl. It’s the perfect way to describe you, and while others may find it saccharine or infantilising, he knows you appreciate it for what it is. A sweet girl given some tenderness back. 

You’re sitting on the arm of his sofa with your socked feet brushing against the floor, in pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt that cloaks the shape of you. He’s making you a cold lemonade in the kitchen, and if his senses weren’t as sharp as they are he’d have tipped half of it onto the cool tile below. He can’t stop watching you. 

You laugh at the TV. “Clark, you’re missing the best part,” you say. 

He could knock you back onto the couch and kiss you dizzy when you laugh like that, only he’d never be so rough with you.

“I’m coming,” he promises. “No patience at all. You could’ve paused it for me.”

“I’ll rewind it, if you want.” 

Clark couldn’t care less about the movie. What he wants is to be sitting with you again, to pull you into his lap before the sun starts to go down. He needs to get his hours in. They’re owed! 

Clark presses the lemonade into your hand, a kiss to your head, catching the click of your jaw from a poorly hidden yawn. 

“Oh, honey, are you tired?” he asks. He’d had no idea. 

“No, I’m fine.”

“Sure. Okay, but we could finish the movie in bed, right?” 

You take a sip of lemonade. Grin at him like he’s perfect when you swallow. “I’m really not that tired.” 

“Humour me?” 

And oh, don’t you let him take you to bed. He guards your shoulder unnecessarily, pulls the sheets back to help you in while you grumble about being spoiled. Clark puts your movie on and slips into the bed next to you, deciding this is better than the spooning he’d planned on the couch. It would’ve taken ages to convince you that he doesn’t mind your weight. Here in bed, he can lie right beside you without preamble. 

You drink your lemonade, nothing so endearing to him as your sips and the way you wipe the condensation from your glass each time rather than let it wet the bed. Clark turns into you, in part due to low self-control, but more because you’re warm and soft to the touch. He puts his forehead on your shoulder and his hand to the hip furthest him. Under the blankets together, you are perfectly cocooned. 

Which makes it harder for him when you insist on getting up. 

“Where you going?” he asks. 

“Just to the bathroom. Gonna freshen up.” 

To freshen up, he thinks, and not to brush your teeth. Is he going to presume himself a lucky man from turn of phrase alone? No. But does he sit in bed waiting anxiously for you to return? Yes. Clark wouldn’t say it’s hard to get you out of your clothes, euphemism or otherwise; you aren’t uncomfortable around him anymore, just your tentativeness remains. He has to be gentle with you, and he doesn’t mind. 

He isn’t surprised to find you fully dressed when you return, smelling noticeably of lotion and something else he can’t name aptly as you stop at your side of the bed. His stomach flickers with heat as you switch off the bedside lamp, leaving the TV as the only light source. 

“Okay?” you ask softly. 

“Perfect, sweet girl,” he says, matching your tone, almost lost under the sounds of the movie. 

You nod. 

His breath catches and stills as you reach for the edge of your shirt and pull it off. 

Then you slip your shorts down your hips and Clark’s mind takes time to catch up. Like, a ridiculous amount of time. 

You’re not not cute, he wants that cemented in the record forever. You are a darling. In whatever plain white panties you deign to show him, in your simple t-shirt bras and especially out of them, you’re a wonder. Clark can’t believe you’re of earth, sometimes, until he thinks of course you are. You are charmingly, broadly human. 

Right now, you’re wearing the cutest matching set he’s ever seen, his mouth immediately cottoned with longing.

They aren’t ‘sexy’, objectively, a fake satin that looks perfectly comfortable to sleep in. The panties have a lettuce hemming, pink fabric, and his entire body has started to fill with a telling heat following the lines of you. “Are those strawberries?” he asks. 

You pull the sheets back and set yourself down beside him. Your little ankle socks stay on. Fuck, his blood is practically boiling in his veins. 

“Honey, you’re gonna have to let me see,” he says lightly. 

“No, ‘cos you looked at me too long. You’re done.”

You’re serious and teasing at once. 

“How was I supposed to not look?”

“Practice your restraint,” you say, really joking now. If Clark concentrates he can hear the patter of your heart picking up. Anticipation sends a flush over your skin. 

“Let me see you again,” he says, warming your thigh through the sheets. “Please.” 

You lay further down in the bed and breathe deeply. “Kiss me first,” you say, and there, he can hear the thread of your nerves, how much courage it actually took you to stand there and shimmy out of your clothes, knowing it was a big change.  

“Yeah, I will,” he promises, raising a hand to your cheek. “You– I don’t know how to say it. You’re–” He takes a calming breath as you had. He could be far more gentlemanly about the situation if he tried. “Fuck,” he groans instead, tapping his nose against yours, hovering for a kiss. Sweet girl.

You laugh, self-satisfaction new and wholly delightful on you as you tip your chin up to meet his lips. 

Clark pictures the feeling of satin under his fingers and presses eagerly into your mouth.

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GIRL I fear I've been converted.... js watched the hide and seek episode and I actually need namgyu so bad

OHHH yeah that was the episode that converted me too 😭 then I went back and watched all of season 2 and realised how blind I’d been <//3 anyways welcome to the dark side

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urgent help!

as you guys know my grandparents got scammed almost a month ago, some man told them he was going to send them medical equipment they needed for $500 dollars, we were desperate, not only they lost all the money they had, my grandpa has gotten significantly worse, he's starting to lose vision in his good eye and my grandma is losing mobility as well (evidence), I know I sound annoying always coming here and begging for money for my grandparents and for my college, I don't know how to anticipate the grief, losing my grandpa everyday to his illness, losing my college education cause I can't afford it, in México the situation it's just getting worse and even though I feel lonely I have found a community here and I'm forever grateful for that, even a dollar goes a long way and all the money will go to their medical needs since I'm very sure I won't be able to cover college expenses, please share and donate if you can, you can help via p*ypal or any way you want through ko-fi, here's the link! 💕 thank you sm

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hi Mal, so embarrassed to bother you again and ask, I was wondering if you could reblog my aid post please?, it would mean a lot to me, trying to reach more people since we really need the help, thank you so much and I hope that you have an amazing day 💗

https://www.tumblr.com/gothmessi/780876417442496512/70-of-the-goal-achieved-as-of-may-26th-2025

hi lovely! no omg don’t be embarrassed, I’d be happy to reblog!! best of luck angel and hope u also have a lovely day/night. sending love to you and your grandparents 🤍🩷

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Unfortunately i cant act normal whenever I’ve ordered something online and am waiting for it to be delivered

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“And,” he points at one of the guys, his voice going a little higher the way it does when he’s flustered or frustrated. “I heard you humming a Grease song the other day, so I know you like at least one musical-”

this is so him omg he’s such a dork… give me him rn

omg! I just watched superman yesterday, so im very ready to send some clar reqs <3

this is such a silly and cliche one, but i love the idea of protective clark!! and not in a omg reader is in immense danger kinda way. maybe reader is a fellow journalist, and someone just so happens to make a mean remark abt their writing, and reader is 100% ready to defend themselves but clark is already 2 steps ahead!! <3

hiii tysm for the request!! this is my first clark fic so i apologize if he’s a little ooc! <3 | 0.5k words, fluff

Getting to watch movies for a living is one of the things you love about the Daily Planet. They pay for your movie tickets (though the snacks are up to you). You like to sit in the back, a notebook in your lap, your review drafted by the end of the night.

Today, your piece sits somewhere in the paper, certainly not on the front page.

That spot goes to something else you love about working at the Daily Planet: Clark Kent. Currently, he’s standing next to you by the coffee station, lower back leaned against the table, a mug in his hand as he waits for you to grab yours.

He’s facing the rest of the office, while you’re twisted the opposite direction pouring your coffee when you hear it.

“Do people seriously believe these reviews? ‘A gorgeous display of’ blah blah blah.”

You try to ignore it, because really, you don’t expect everyone to agree with you or to listen to your opinions blindly. You pour cream into your cup and let that one slide.

“Right? I mean no musical is that good.”

Clark’s hand squeezes the edge of the table a little tighter, your spoon slows down where you’re stirring your coffee.

The guys behind you say more, something about not hiding your bias well enough, something about how much better they could’ve written it.

You frown at that.

Clark looks up from his mug, sees the upset on your face, and walks over before you have the chance to.

“Hey, come on guys. We’re all a team here. You shouldn’t talk about coworkers like that,” he says.

You catch up to him, and you’re about to say something yourself, but he continues: “And did you even see the movie? Because I did and it made me cry!”

He doesn’t mention that he’d gone and seen it with you. That you wiped the tear from his cheek and giggled at him as the lights came back on.

“Clark-”

“And,” he points at one of the guys, his voice going a little higher the way it does when he’s flustered or frustrated. “I heard you humming a Grease song the other day, so I know you like at least one musical-”

“Okay, Clark. Thank you,” you say, hands wrapped around one of his forearms and tugging him away. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, his skin warm beneath your hands.

Anything negative you might’ve been feeling vanishes.

“Sorry,” he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I didn’t want you hearing that. I love your reviews.”

“Who’s biased now, Kent?”

“No, I loved them even before we were involved.”

“Ew, don’t say ‘involved’ like that.”

He pinches your side, you squirm away. Then, more gently, he runs a knuckle against your cardigan. It’s barely felt through the material, but it warms you all the same.

“But really, I would rather read a hundred more #supershit posts than let them talk about your stuff like that.”

“Well thanks for saving me,” you tap the end of his nose lightly, “my own personal Superman.”

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Nam gyu in a suit? I’m fighting my battles between love and hate rn. HELP.

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yes queen I love my beautiful baby iPhone 13

omg awesome!! this may have made my decision for me hehe

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Idk if this helps but my iPhone 14 Pro Max is the best thing ever the camera is amazing

oh sick!! I’m probably gonna go with the 13 just for budget reasons lol but thank u for ur input babe 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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Absolutely boils my blood when i open the comments on a “you need to nerd out” edit and its someone saying that the media shown in the edit isn’t nerdy because it’s “mainstream” or “popular” …. pleaseeee stfu please I’m begging

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guys does anyone here have an iphone 13 and is it good? I think I’m gonna get one but idk anything about the newer iphones just that they look pretty 😭