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Parents: DON'T TOUCH IT—

Child: BUT IT CUTEEEE YES TOUCH

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Cherry Magic movie (2022)

If you have the time, jump on this now, no idea how long it will last. And don’t get mad in the comments if you missed it. This is how it goes, sometimes, with JBL. 

My most awesome spies reported in on no less than 3 different ways to get hold of the Cherry Magic movie (2022) with Eng Subs: 

BiliBili 

YouTube 

Website 

I think the source is all the same person so if it goes down, it’ll go down all at once. 

I enjoyed it, not as much as the original (this one is a lot quieter), still no kissing but a solid 8/10 from me. 

Frankly, seeing Rokkaku again just made me wanna rewatch Minato’s Laundromat. 

also please consider purchasing the official DVD/Blu-ray if possible (I will be). @waitmyturtles gave some great details on how to do just that.

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crying hojoon >>>

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Ji Ho Joon and Seo Jae Yoon + kisses 

 Roommates of Poongduck 304 (2022) 풍덕빌라 304호의 사정

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Цитаты Куплинова и КиннПорш, потому что почему бы и нет - 1 2 3

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for @joysbody

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for @baejoonyoung

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it’s been 16 years

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Me: Someone hug the baby! Why isn’t anyone hugging him?!

Donghun: *beelines for babyho*

Bonus:- (Mingi just happily hugging everyone)

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by the way, the guy i saw at the last concert, was it you? i can’t remember. i went to many scrubb shows as well. it’s not point thinking about it, because, right now, we’re together.

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Qiling’s tattoo │(don’t repost!)

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the boyz ; road to kingdom;  reveal performance.

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i understand the appeal of writing a fic where wangxian have a proper marriage and having their families there and beautiful robes and food and wine like i do, i really do, but to me there’s nothing better than the two of them and lil’ apple coming back into a little town, caked in dust and blood from a night hunt that lasted all night, and wei wuxian is exhausted and stumbling in lan wangji’s arms and wei wuxian looks up at him, his own face smudged with dirt but lan wangji’s clean and untouched, and in the first red light of morning without any thought the words spill from his mouth: “do you want to get married today?”

and lan wangji stops in his tracks even as his arm is snug around wei wuxian’s waist and he takes a staggering step to catch his balance (though he really doesn’t have to; lan wangji is strong enough for the both of them) and maybe wei wuxian doesn’t know lan wangji as well as he thought, because the expression on his face right now is unreadable, unfamiliar to him, the kind of expression that’s blown wide open and vulnerable but still a mystery, and he says, “Wei Ying deserves the perfect wedding,” as he presses a kiss into wei wuxian’s hairline, sticky with sweat, and wei wuxian swats him away playfully because, as he says, almost chidingly, “but i don’t want a big wedding. who would it be for, anyways? not us, not really. the only person who hates crowds and banquets more than me is you.” and he can’t imagine having to invite all the sect leaders and their lead disciples large and small and the bitter lan food and the pinched and angry face of lan qiren, and he tells as much to lan wangji, like a report or presentation as they walk their way back to the inn. “so, that’s why i think we should get married today.” he grins at lan wangji, who returns his smile in that soft, almost imperceptible way of his, and his dimples, oh my god his dimples, it really should be a crime to be this beautiful. “whatever you want, i want as well,” he says, and as wei wuxian throws his arms around lan wangji, much to lil’ apple’s frustration, he can feel the quick tempo of lan wangji’s heart beating through his chest, a rhythm stronger and faster than any drum he’s heard before, and realizes smugly that he really didn’t need to do any convincing, after all. “i do want to see you in red, though,” lan wangji mumbles into the crown of his head, and wei wuxian laughs so loud and so clear, ringing like a bell, and he doesn’t care if he wakes up everyone on the street because he is in love and happier than he’s ever been.

later, after they take a fast breakfast, the least wei wuxian’s spoken during a meal in living (or dead) memory, they’ll go to the shops and buy two sets of red robes, not even the right shades of red, not even properly fitting, the sleeves too short for lan wangji’s long and elegant arms, and by midday they’ll have completed the last of their three bows and turn to each other, faces both wet with tears, and when wei wuxian kisses his husband (his husband!) lan wangji will smile so large and so bright it could illuminate the darkest city, could bring warmth in the depth of winter, and as he sweeps wei wuxian up into his arms lan wangji will laugh, giggling like a child, delighted and overwhelmed, his voice the babbling brook, the song of birds, better than all the music in all the corners of the earth, and wei wuxian will think this is mine. mine and no one else’s, for my ears only, the most beautiful sound in the world. he’ll laugh too, when he can, in between breathless kisses and being swept off his feet and for the first time in a very long time wei wuxian will hear the bells around him ringing and not think of mistakes made and times past and people lost, but only of the future, wide and boundless and filled with light and love, and lan wangji.

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Reaction to Haikuan & Zanjin moment

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‘i’m cultivating a train track’ vs. ‘i’m cultivating on the subway | the untamed first table read