#Big Hit Labels

[horijiro]

i love enhypen fanart.

creds: jay_kaa2 on tiktok.

[shapinginvisible]

Epic photo of J Hope during his concert in Singapore, D2

[kvarf0rth]

is considering jacking off to be a sport one of the COVID symptoms

Art creds:

wp_38_mayonezx (on Twitter)

vv3spa (on Twitter)

karonnnnn02 (here on tumblr)

[doccywhomst]

wouldn’t it be such a funny lie in retrospect if fourteen/fifteen had in fact not gone to therapy or spent time processing their grief and trauma but, not wanting to complicate what was already a super weird blinovitch-defying situation, just… convinced their past self everything was cool now yeah take it easy yep it’s all good man ˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞.

[cinnamooniee]

❝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞❞

characters: non idol husband jungkook x nurse female reader

summary: After a tiring day at work, Y/N returns home to her caring husband Jungkook <3

genre: lots of fluff and comfort

word count: 1,063

The soft click of the door sounds louder than it should as I step into our apartment, the familiar quiet welcoming me home. My feet ache, and my back is sore after another long shift at the hospital. I let out a tired sigh as I drop my bag by the door and slip off my shoes, wincing at the relief. All I want right now is to collapse into bed, to let my body melt into the sheets and forget about the day.

As I turn to head to the bedroom, I hear a familiar, warm voice.

“You’re home, baby.”

I look up and see Jungkook standing in the hallway, his dark hair a little messy, wearing those comfy sweatpants and the oversized hoodie I love seeing him in. His smile is soft, his eyes filled with that warmth that always makes my heart flutter, no matter how tired I am. Before I can even respond, he’s walking towards me, arms wide open.

I practically melt into his embrace the second his arms wrap around me. His chest is solid and warm, and for a moment, I let myself forget everything. The exhaustion, the long day, the chaos at the hospital—it all fades away when I’m with him.

“Tough day?” he murmurs, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head as he rocks me slightly in his arms.

“Yeah,” I sigh, leaning more into him. “It felt like I was running on empty all day. I'm so tired I could probably fall asleep standing here.”

I feel him chuckle softly, the sound vibrating against my cheek where it rests on his chest. His laughter always has this calming effect on me, like a reminder that everything is okay when I'm with him.

“Not on my watch,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at me, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. His touch is so gentle, so familiar. “C’mon, let's get you comfortable.”

Without waiting for my response, he takes my hand and leads me into the living room. The soft glow of fairy lights fills the space, casting a warm, cozy ambiance over the room. My eyes land on the couch, where there’s a blanket already laid out, along with a bowl of snacks and my favorite iced tea waiting on the coffee table.

I blink, my heart swelling at the thoughtfulness. “Did you do all this for me?”

“Of course,” he says, smiling as he gently guides me to sit down. “I know how hard you’ve been working. You deserve to come home to something nice.”

His words make my heart flutter in my chest. As I settle onto the couch, I feel the weight of the day lifting off my shoulders. The softness of the cushions and the warmth of Jungkook’s presence are all I need.

“You’re too good to me,” I say quietly, though I can’t help the smile creeping onto my face.

He shakes his head, giving me that playful smile that always makes me fall for him all over again. “Nah, I just love spoiling my hardworking wife.”

My heart skips a beat at the word "wife." It still feels new, even though we’ve been married for a while now. Every time he says it, it makes me feel warm and tingly inside.

“You don’t have to do all this,” I say softly, though I know deep down how much it means to me.

Jungkook just shrugs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to. You take care of people all day long. Let me take care of you when you come home.”

His hands gently settle on my shoulders, starting to knead out the knots that have been building up all day. I let out a soft groan of relief, my eyes closing as I lean back into his touch. It feels so good to have him here, to feel his hands easing away all the tension I’ve been carrying.

“You’re amazing...” I mumble, too tired to do anything but relax into his care.

He hums, continuing to massage my shoulders. “I try.”

The tenderness in his voice makes my chest feel warm and tight. He really is amazing, always knowing exactly what I need without me even having to say a word. He presses a kiss to my temple, and I sigh in contentment.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” he says softly, pulling me closer until I’m leaning against his chest, my head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

I nod, not even trying to fight it. I could fall asleep like this—wrapped up in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat in my ear. The weight of the day seems so far away now, like it’s just a distant memory.

Jungkook reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, flipping to our favorite show without even asking. He knows me too well. We’ve watched this show together a hundred times, but it doesn’t matter. It’s familiar, comforting—just like him.

His arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me even closer, and I feel his hand gently running through my hair. The soothing motion makes my eyelids grow heavier by the second. The exhaustion from the day is finally catching up to me, but in the best way. In his arms, I feel safe, protected. Loved.

“Jungkook?” I whisper, my voice barely audible as sleep starts to take over.

“Yeah?” His voice is soft, so full of love.

“Thank you… for always being here for me.”

His hand pauses for a moment in my hair, and I feel him press a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Always, baby. Always.”

✿✿✿ ☕ ✿✿✿

[joonmon]

Day 1

A new month with a new idol!! 🐻

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Devo – Big Mess

[beomieskyatto]

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"If just one person can be healed or consoled through our music, I think that's great."

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[herrscherofmagic]

y'know i was pretty confident that I didn't have depression, until i started learning (about 15 minutes ago) that apparently there's more flavors of depression than the usual Major Depressive Disorder.

so that's...

yeah.

okay.

sure.

:)))))))))

[goldenhickeyss]

MEDIOCRE

Maybe I'm overreacting, but it seems like Hybe / Big Hit aren't too keen on Jimin selling albums or charting well.

I don't know, maybe I'm PARANOID, but all this lack of pre-order links, stocks, albums that can't chart, and now another member's work being announced just 4 days before a song is released, as if there are no more days in a year, all together make me think that Big Hit prefer the commercial success of their members to be MEDIOCREE.

They leave all the work to the fans and their minimal actions leverage on the legacy of their founding assets, BTS and their loyal fanbase ARMY.

BIG HIT, to me, business-wise, you are the MEDIOCRE right now.

[horijiro]

he looks so good, ni-ki is so iconic.

[shapinginvisible]

J Hope - Hope On The Stage Tour

Brooklyn, March 14th, 2025

Mona Lisa

[dame-zoom-a-lot]

Prompt: If I can't fix them, I'll just make them worse| Word Count: 623 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie | Relationships: N/A | CW: N/A | Tags: kinda-famous corroded coffin, making songs, Dog fic

this is a prompt fill for @corrodedcoffinfest

ao3 link

Four Chords

"I thought they signed us because they liked our sound," Eddie grumbles.

"We should never have taken that stupid advance," Jeff groans and kicks out a little, "fuckers. What were we thinking? Trusting a label?!"

"We were thinking that your roof needs fixing and that I'm in between jobs," Gareth says flatly. "It's just one fucking song right? We'll shit something out and hand it to them."

"And our fans will revolt at how fast we sold out! We'll lose them all for a shitty song no one even likes, then I'll be out on the streets selling my beautiful body for cans of beans!" Eddie exclaims.

Doug rolls his eyes. "Dude. I keep telling you. Threaten to break the NDA. I bet they'd actually set you up for life. You more than deserve it."

"More like they'll set me up for life in some fucking lab," Eddie mutters, "I'm barely beating the murder allegations as is. I don't want to push it by revealing I have actual claws and fur."

"So we'll just have to write the stupid song then," Jeff sighs. He pulls his guitar on his laps and starts to strum the pop song four chords. Eddie bristles. He has grown past his music snob phase, mostly thanks to Steve's loving bullying, but he didn't want to make basic slop himself. There's other, less principled artists for that. But here they are, shitting out a basic 4 chord song without too much screaming or complicated riffs or sudden discordant clanging all because the label can't trust that the band they signed knows what they're doing.

Jeff strums and strums until they get something that's kind of tolerable. Eddie hums along, trying to find the lyrics. But all he can feel right now is righteous rage, which really isn't conducive to shitting out a approachable (those approachable fuckers can go fuck themselves) easy listening summer song.

"The label told me to write a love song," Eddie starts. "But not for you baby, not for you,"

Jeff raises an eyebrow. But he lets Eddie keep going. They have a process.

"The label told me to write someone a love song," Eddie continues, "someone without scars, someone without folds, someone flat in a bottle for me to gift wrap and hold, and baby baby I guess at the end of the day, I'm just a sellout with bills to paaaaaay," Eddie screams out.

"Owwwww" Eowyn howls from the floor.

Huh, it… sounds terrible. Obviously. Eowyn has lungs and she gleefully uses that to inflict sonic horrors. But it's so terrible it's kind of coming back to compelling.

"Jeff, play that part again when I was singing about bills to pay," Eddie says. Eowyn's ears perk up. Jeff restarts the chord.

"Bills to pay," Eddie tries. Nothing

"Bills to paaaaaaaaay," Eddie tries again, drawing out the word in a rhythmic howl.

"Owwwyweeeswwe," Eowyn howls with gusto. The rest of the guys crack up. She sits up, grinning, tongue lolling out.

"Is it the yowling?" Gareth wonders, "Jeff, try that riff. Doug. Add the bass."

"I do not yowl!" Eddie protests. He goes to pick up his guitar as well. The guys take turns making different sounds, different pitches. Eowyn definitely has a preference for an "Oooooo" or "Aeeeeee" sound. The chorus comes easily.

"And baby, baby I was gonna sell out, but it's making my dog gooooo," the guys sing out, yell out, howling out the gooooo.

"Oweeeeeeeewww," Eowyn delivers her ear-splitting banshee scream with a grin.

They're done in about two hours. Most of that time was on figuring out what combination of sounds really got Eowyn's gears going.

"Oh they're going to hate this," Eddie cackles as they play back the tapes.

[shotsweetera]

SERVING CUNT.

[kvarf0rth]

preview of edit. i wasnt gonna post this but i find this too hilarious not to... pls laugh. PLEASSEEEEE

would you guys still love me if i pasted the whole ”would you guys consider jacking off to be a sport” copyasta in the hashtags 🥺

full edit:click on me pllss nghh

i was gonna say the edit isnt fully cooked yet, but i think i overcooked (the preview of it-where i try to make it less visible), and by that i mean is now it look deepfried..

art creds(that i have currently(im searching-for others because i just saved drawings without remembering the artists users beforehand): @/karonnnnn02

[wormsdyke]

the cinema has regular $5 mystery movies of upcoming releases so you can see em early and this month is horror themed, i will update yall later on if i had a good time or am Scared