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The women behind IF I HAD YOUR FACE: A review

Published Monday, January 23rd, 2023 — I’d been wanting to read If I Had Your Face for quite some time. After making appearances on some social media accounts I follow, I decided it was necessary to add it to my reading list, especially since I’ve been devoting my time to reading books by Asian and Asian American authors. A short yet powerful read, it opens up necessary discussions and delves deep into the inner workings of Korean society—it says things people might not want to hear—but it’s always been my belief that sometimes the hardest pills to swallow are the ones that necessitate swallowing.

Introduction

South Korea is wildly known for not only the accessibility of plastic surgery but also the necessity of plastic surgery to improve one’s station in life. Dubbed the “plastic surgery capital of the world”, some estimates suggest that a third of South Korean women between the ages of 19 and 29 have had plastic surgery—and some estimates suggest that the number is actually 50% or higher. The pressure to meet beauty standards is heavy, with statistics pointing to a greater ease of life for more conventionally attractive people—as is generally the case in many places.

Korean American author Frances Cha’s debut novel, If I Had Your Face, dives into this and other important topics in a split narrative format, following the lives of four young women in South Korea—Kyuri, Miho, Ara, and Wonna.

Four Women, One Story

Kyuri works at an exclusive salon room where she entertains wealthy businessmen who pay “to have girls like [her] sit next to them and pour them liquor” (page 3). She is highly sought after—and attributes her demand to the surgical procedures she had done to make her beautiful. Miho is a talented artist who studied abroad in New York before returning to Korea and entering into a relationship with her deceased friend’s boyfriend—who also happens to be a conglomerate heir. Ara is a full-time hairstylist who harbors an infatuation with Taein from the popular boy group Crown and has long since stopped speaking after an unfortunate accident as an adolescent. Finally, Wonna is a newlywed and newly pregnant woman living downstairs from the first three women; and who is also struggling with her worries concerning the future of her job and how she and her husband are going to afford having a child.

Although they each have their own story, the lives of all four women are intertwined: Kyuri and Miho are roommates while Ara and her roommate, Sujin—who is insistent on getting her own surgical procedures done after spending so much time looking at Kyuri’s face—live down the hall and Wonna just one floor down. If I had to pick a sentence to oversimplify the entire story, it would be: Things were okay... until they weren’t. The aforementioned topics are unveiled in the various conflicts presented in the story: the pressures to look beautiful, the way women are perceived in the workplace—the idea that companies shouldn’t invest in women by hiring them because they eventually get married and get pregnant and then have to go on maternity leave; and the fact that women in South Korea are paid 38% less than men, according to a March 2022 article in The Korea Herald (compared to the U.S., where women make about 17% less)—the knowledge that men can get away with certain things where women cannot (e.g. cheating, throwing public tantrums, using their money and influence to destroy a woman’s life, etc.), the people you idolize aren’t as perfect as their PR team would have you believe, and the realization that what society thinks is the best course of action for one’s life isn’t always the right one. There’s a sense of heavy disillusionment that starts to spread—and the only things holding them all together are the relationships the four women have with each other.

Art Imitates Life

With the level of romanticizing of South Korea that is currently taking place, If I Had Your Face is a good, long look at the reality of the country’s socioeconomic situation. While the culture certainly makes life in South Korea very different from that in the United States or other Western countries, the truth that many people enchanted with the idea of living in South Korea fail to realize is that due to its [much too] close relationship with the U.S., South Korea is also a capitalist nation with conservative ideals—especially in regards to gender. Rent is expensive, having children is expensive... and even Korean men—who are often placed on a very high pedestal by people who enjoy KPOP and Korean dramas for being perfect gentlemen—engage in behaviors such as paying for the company of salon girls and cheating.

So then what is the point of these four individual narratives that are happening concurrently?

The story ends with a chapter from Kyuri’s perspective: “Ara moves so that she is sitting behind her and takes the lady’s hair in her hands. She starts combing her fingers through it expertly. The lady lets out a sigh—a tremulous release of a long day—which makes me feel lighter too. [...] Miho walks up slowly, gives a familiar nod to Wonna, and then sits on the other side of me. She exhales, and I put an arm around her shoulders. [...] The raindrops keep falling more thickly now. So we all stand up to make our way upstairs together, as the sky starts crackling, taking aim at each of us and the drunk men stumbling by” (pages 266-268).

After a whirlwind of disastrous events has taken place, the four women take comfort in each other’s presence—the three younger girls comforting their newly acquainted pregnant friend—with plans to order fried chicken and eat it together in Wonna’s apartment. More than a novel on the negative effects of such a high-pressure society, If I Had Your Face is a story of women having compassion for other women—because “friendship” is too simple of a concept for this particular situation; rather, the coming together of women with little in common who provide support for each other because they all know what it’s like to be a woman living in South Korea.

Conclusion

You can choose to take away from this story that South Korea is a society so heavily dependent on plastic surgery and appearances to get ahead—but you would be doing yourself and the story a disservice if that’s all you take away from it. It is most certainly a criticism but at the heart of it is the importance of the relationships between women—because whether she believes it or not, every woman needs a group of supportive women behind her, even if it’s only to eat fried chicken together on a rainy day.

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Seyi Vibez & Focalistic - Money Matter Lyrics Yo! Dibs Ase trap tse ke pina tsako kasi Eru jeje Big boy, big steelz Pour me Whiskey Mo se gba Range Every-time new whip I shut down Pretoria Ka lo Pretoria She just dey whine twist, Oliva Ooh Olivia She wan follow me go Omo ton so ‘Cause my money long Wulu, Zulu You snooze You lose Stubborn, o mo Bulu Ah, African Voodoo Ah mo ti yo bayi Gat me alright Mehn I don high Money matter Money matter no matter This your pattern, this my pattern no matter Oh Lord answer Oh, Lord, answer my prayers Kiss me Amaka Kiss me Amaka, I dey here Money matter Money matter no matter This your pattern, this my pattern no matter Oh Lord answer Oh, Lord, answer my prayers Kiss me Amaka Kiss me Amaka, I dey here One night and it’s all night long, Ah ahn Bad girls love Perignon Me alone, baby let me alone ahn She only just wants to sing alone And she’s wasted, she go say she’s my baby o Say she’s my baby o Claim she’s my baby o The matter got worse, she goes crazy You could wake up in Lekki You could drive my Mercedes You be Beyonce, I be Jay Z And she’s wasted, she go say she’s my baby o Say she’s my baby o Claim she’s my baby o The way she move the body, she be juju She make a nigga wonna chuchu You could wake up in Lekki You could drive my Mercedes You be Beyonce I be Jay Z And she’s wasted, she go say she’s my baby o Say she’s my baby o Claim she’s my baby o Money matter Money matter no matter This your pattern, this my pattern no matter Oh Lord answer Oh, Lord, answer my prayers Kiss me Amaka Kiss me Amaka, I dey here Money matter Money matter no matter This your pattern, this my pattern no matter Oh Lord answer Oh, Lord, answer my prayers Kiss me Amaka Kiss me Amaka, I dey here I know money be matter No Silver platter I chase them I land in London Read the full article

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A new start

How boring right. 

Anyway i have been on this blog for soo long that it’s just to cluttered. I tried the delete post before, but that just made me sad. I have debated for long what to do, and decided to move away from this blog, It’s not ’me‘ anymore, and i just don’t feel connected to it. But oh boy i have so much on here, The treetops, Valte, so many unfinished things and i just can’t deal with it. 

I just need to not think to much about it anymore. Have fun, it’s a game after all. And since my computer needed a update, i cleaned it and thought it should be now or never. 

Soo umm i dunno what else to say, all downloads would still be up, and i most likely will not be making downloadable content anymore.

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Frances Cha's Depiction of Korean Society in ‘If I Had Your Face’

Cover of 'If I Had Your Face' by Frances Cha

I have recently taken up exploring Asian authors and women empowering books such as the works of Mieko Kawakami and Min Jin Lee, in hopes that I can dive more into the contemporary conflicts that directly affect women daily. And as a young woman myself, still figuring out who I am or am to become, Frances Cha’s debut novel has made me ponder on several points in women’s shared experiences in society.

I’m okay. I have survived the day, again. All I need now is for these stupid fucking pills to work.

Page 192 of ‘If I Had Your Face’

This book follows the story of four young women living in Seoul, struggling to float above the drowning waters of Korea’s social norms and beauty standards, without having its readers wrestle with keeping track of each individual story that is all somehow tied down to each other.

Photography by Julia and Nic of SHSandler

STEREOTYPES

Kyuri may just be my favorite out of the four women because of the brazen truths that her character is able to state in the lines of the book, which most I have always known but never taken time to acknowledge as an actual problem—which is exactly why I love Cha’s writing.

They pinpoint where you are on the national scale of status, then spit you out in a heartbeat.

Page 68 of ‘If I Had Your Face’

Her character, working a job as a room salon girl which is one that is closely followed by stereotypes and rumors, gives way to breaking off clichés from these women who are just the same as any other, working to survive in this cruel world where the way you look and whether you pay rent monthly or annually greatly affects the course of your life.

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PERSPECTIVES

Another aspect of the book which I greatly enjoyed was being able to go through the different perspectives of each character and see how they view each other individually. It is with Miho and Wonna that I begin to notice that the whole book is full of thoughts that would normally be kept to oneself and is something that makes me feel closer to these women.

It hollows me out, the way that they would rather kill themselves than be born to me.

Page 117 of ‘If I Had Your Face’

‘If I Had Your Face’ consists of stories that shed light on several topics that needed to be raised awareness like social constructs, privilege, beauty, and inequality, among others. 

I will be glad when we are almost home and the scenery will turn into rice fields and farm plots, and I will be reminded of how far I have come instead of what I cannot reach.

Page 151 of 'If I Had Your Face'

Rather than being completely fictional, Frances Cha succeeds in making these stories feel so real as if they had been truly lived by people before, and also allowed me to see myself through these women in different and unique ways.

The ending, I found completely satisfying, as the author was able to introduce her characters so well that I had a vivid imagination of what their lives could go on to be like once I reached the last remaining pages.

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Out of bounds X Tig Trager X Reader

Request from anon:  Tig trager x reader who is Clays daughter and she is super close to Gemma cause she pretty much raised her. Can the reader get in trouble from Clay for heavy flirting with Tig even know she really likes him.

I hope you like it. I’m feel like I go too extra sometimes. 

Warnings: Drinking, smoking, father daughter argument.

Heaving the crate of bottles onto the bar, made a loud clink when it landed. You turned to go back for the next crate. "Oh." you slammed straight into Tig chest. "I'm so sorry." 

“No problem doll." He smirked at you.

Taking a step back you left your hand on his chest for longer than you should "I errm.." You saw all the other guys as like brothers but there was something about him that just made you weak at the knees. 

"Need a hand?" The look on his face was so devilish, you could have melted.

"Sure thanks." You both left the bar for your truck.

He grabbed one of the many boxes "You coming tonight?" 

"Of course. Have I ever missed a party?" He had a few buttons open on his shirt and the sun light bounced off him perfectly. You bit you lip slightly.

He took a step closer to you "I have an idea, why don't you--"

"Not for you Tig!" Her voice cut him off. "She's out of bounds." 

You spun to face her "Hey mom." 

She walked closer pulling you in for a hug and then turned to Tig "My baby is off limits. You know Clay will chop your balls off." 

"Yes ma'am." He nodded, giving you a slight wink  and walked back to the club.

She grabbed a box to help you "You gotta be careful you know?" 

"I know, but I can't help it."

"Well can you not help it with anyone else? If your dad found out, christ I don't even want to think about it!" 

You smiled as you pushed the door open with your ass "A girl got needs and besides when it comes to my type I got that from you."  

She chuckled "You may not be mine but god you're like a mini me." 

"Thanks mom." 

"That wasn't a compliment. Anyway, finish unloading your truck. I'll be picking you up about 7."

-- Straightening your dress out you smiled in the mirror. You had put quite a bit of effort in this look, the dress hugged your curves perfectly and the emerald green colour complimented your dyed ginger hair which flowed in loose curls past your shoulders. Your makeup had never looked so perfect and your doc martens topped the whole outfit off. After all you had never really been a heels kind of girl. 

Gemma's car horn made you jump. You turned off the music, finished your beer, grabbed your bag and headed out. 

"Oh baby, you look amazing." She shouted out the open car window.  

You almost skipped down the path way "Thanks mom." You hopped in the car and she sped off to the club. 

Because you had all set up earlier the club was already blasting out music and croweaters where piling in. Looking at all the beautiful half naked women made you nervous. You knew the guy you wanted slept with so many of these women. You were no match to them and you're sure all he wanted was sex from you. 

Gemma looked over at you and sighed "Look baby, I know how you feel and even though I always say your dad would kill you. Which he would. But you can't help who you like and if you wonna go for it I'm happy for you. Please be careful."

"I don't think I'm going to.." You pulled on your dress a little "I'm no match for these women."

Her head whipped round to stare at you "Are you joking? You seriously think your have any competition here. Sweetie you are Y/N Morrow and the most beautiful woman in Charming." She kissed you on the forehead "Now, hold your head high like a true Morrow, go in there and kill it." 

"Yes ma'am." You both smiled at each other before you strutted into the bar together. 

"I'll try my hardest to keep your dad out the way." She kissed your head again before going to find Clay. 

As soon as you walked in your saw him, over in the corner already got two women practically eating off him. He wasn't yours in any way but god it hurt. You walked to the bar and leaned over it making sure you ass stuck out and the dress barley clung on. 

"Hey you." Your friend Elle was on the bar tonight. "How you doin sugar?" 

"I'm okay thanks, I'm going for it tonight." 

"Oh shit.. two shots then?" 

You nodded "Make sure they're strong." 

She slid them over to you followed by a beer "Make sure you tell me everything tomorrow over hungover coffee!" 

You blew her a kiss before turning to look at the rest of the club. "Hey!" To hands grabbed hold of your shoulders making you jump out of your skin. 

You spun to face them "Fuck sake Jax!" You hit him on the arm. 

He chuckled at you "Could there be a reason my little sister looks like this?" 

"I'll dress how I like thank you very much." You picked up both of your shots and drank them, one after the other. 

He raised his eyebrows "And drink as much as she wants?" 

"You got it!" 

As you joked with Jax a croweater looked you up and down like you were pure trash. She walked over to the table Tig sat at. You took in a deep breath "I know what I gotta do." 

"You gonna make a fool of yourself?" 

You smiled at Jax "Oh definitely." You spun back to the bar "Hey Elle! Get me a whole tray." 

"Has this ever worked for you?" Jax knew he'd be peeling you off the floor later.

"More than you know." 

He held his hands up "Alright, I don't want to know." 

You took the tray and walked over to the table he was sat at. You pushed the empty bottles away with the tray making a few of them tip on the croweaters. 

They jumped up and looked at you "What's your problem?" 

"You don't want this fight ladies." 

They turned to Tig like he was going to defend them. He looked you straight in the eye and smiled "Fuck off." They looked at you as though they had won. He looked up at them with a dead straight face "I said fuck off." 

You sat on the cushioned bench next to him, you crossed over your leg and lit a smoke. "You ready old man?" 

He raised the first shot with you "You're going down little girl." 

You downed the shot, the smooth whiskey went down like a treat. The burn was almost comforting. "I aint a little girl any more." 

He looked up and down your body "That's damn right." 

After around 10 shots you were in high spirits. The trick was so not have them all at once and you wouldn't black out in 30 minutes. You were facing Tig and somehow your leg had managed to make its way across his. You both got on like a house on fire. Laughing and joking your had another shot. "Keep up Tiggy.” You giggled. 

He brushed your hair off the shoulder closest to him "Oh don't worry baby. I can go for hours." He placed a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder. 

All of a sudden a loud voice came from across the bar "What the hell are you doing!" 

Your eyes widened "Oh shit!" You turned to see your Clay marching across the club. 

He pushed the table over making the few shots you had left go flying. He grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of your seat. "What do you think your doing?" 

"I'm having fun." 

"Fun!" He was shouting in your face "You can't be throwing your self at these guys! Show some respect for yourself!"  

"Excuse me?" You were shouting now. 

"Did I stutter!" 

You snatched your arm out his hand "I'm not a child anymore. I know you mean well but if I want to like a man I fucking will!" 

"I'm your dad and I tell you what you do. I want you to find a real man, not someone to just sleep with."

"Like hell you do! It's none of your business who I sleep with and who said I wanted to just sleep with him!" But this point the whole bar was silent except for prospect throwing up in the corner. You were so angry your body was shaking.

"What?" His face had gotten more red that you had ever seen. 

"You keep me in this life and then expect me to not get feelings for someone I have known almost my whole life. If I wonna be with this guy I will be!" 

He really wasn't sure what to say, you could see the vein in his head pulsing. He looked at you for a second then walked out the club flipping a table over on his way out. 

You put you hands on your hips and breathed. Tig stood from the table "Shows over everyone." The music and talking started up again. He passed you a smoke and lit it for you. "You okay?" 

"Yeah, he's just had a lot to drink."

"You may have the beautiful looks from your mom but jesus you're as hot headed as him." He pulled you in for a hug. "Go get some fresh air and I'll bring you a drink." 

You breathed in the smoke as the cold air calmed you down. Tig came out and passed you your drink. "Thank you." You stood in silence for a moment. "Look, I'm sorry. I was so angry, I screamed out my feelings for you to the whole club without even considering what place that would put you in." 

"Yeahhh, not really something I was expecting." 

You smiled at him "You don't need to feel the same. Wish it had been a better situation." 

"So you really like me?" 

Your heart was beating so hard, you never saw your self ain this place. You seriously thought you were just going to sleep with him "Err, yeah I do." 

"Oh thank fuck." He launched forward and smashed his lips against yours. Without even thinking you kissed back, putting your hands in his perfect curly locks. 

He lifted you up and pushed you against the wall behind you. You leaned back to take a breath "So, you feel the same?" 

"Hell yeah." He smiled back into the kiss. This was going to be one hell of a night.

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You Serenading Them At A Karaoke Bar

A/N: I was feeling a little UwU tonight and since I have no boyfriend to give all my love to then... Well, there’s always my dear followers, the seven men we all stan and a new person that sees my posts that can get my love instead. 

Also did y’all see the Final livestream today? I literally died. 

Anyways, here ya go. 

Kim Namjoon

When it was your turn at singing, you nervously took the microphone from Jin as you passed him by. 

“Y/N!” They cheered and Namjoon was looking excited. 

You decided for an old boyband that had recently gotten together again and their new song just perfectly lined up with you and Namjoon’s relationship.

“Alright, so... I’d like to dedicate this song to Joonie.” You rolled your eyes as your them snicker, “I’m sorry for any destroyed hearing.” 

The guitar started off nice and slow and you began singing. Namjoon was smiling widely throughout the whole song, his dimples showing, not paying attention to the other members as they were whispering teasing words to him. 

The song ended and all of them gave you a standing ovation, showering you with compliments despite you having hit a few off-keys. 

Namjoon was quick to run over to you, pulling you into a tight embrace as he chuckled, “What have I done to deserve you, Y/N?” He whispered, causing you to smile. 

“Perhaps you saved the world in your previous life?” You asked cheekily. 

(Song: No Place by Backstreet Boys) 

Kim Seokjin

It was no secret that you could sing. Jin had often asked you why you hadn’t made a career out of it to which your answer was that it wasn’t exactly your calling. 

It still came in handy though, especially when you were about be cheesy as fuck and serenade your boyfriend. 

“Yah! My beautiful princess is about to sing, so be quiet!” Jin scolded the other members and they quieted down quickly and he switched his attention to you, smiling lovingly at you, “We are ready to hear your beautiful siren song, my darling.” 

You shook your head at his words but smiled nonetheless and the music began, an old classic from Whitney Houston herself. 

Jin was absolutely mesmerized by you as you sang. His heart was ready to burst with love for you, his eyes a little bit wet as you let the lyrics speak for themselves. Not even the other members uttered a word as they too were solely fixated on you. 

The song ended and there was a brief silence in the room before Jin shot up from the couch, clapping like a mad-man, wiping his eyes as he smiled widely, “My heart is full of love right now. I’m on a cloud. It was beautiful, Y/N!” He nodded, still clapping then looked behind him, “That’s my future wife.” He whispered to the others. 

(Song: You Light Up My Life By Whitney Houston)

Min Yoongi

Yoongi hadn’t really expected you to grab the microphone from Jimin and his eyes followed you as you walked up to the karaoke machine, looking quite nervous. 

“So... Uhm... I’m not a singer or anything but I’ve been hearing a song lately that reminds me of you, babe and, uh, I’d like to sing it to you.” You said shyly but looking him in the eyes. Yoongi nodded and gave you a tiny smile. 

“Wah, she’s dedicating a song to you, Yoongi-Hyung.” Jungkook whispered to him. 

“Ssshh, Kookie.” 

You took a few deep, calming breaths as the piano started, your nerves slowly calming as you reminded yourself that you were together with your friends and your boyfriend and no one would be making fun of you. 

The lyrics to the song matched your feelings for Yoongi and you let your emotions course into every word of the song and by the end of it, some of the members were teary-eyed but they cheered loudly.

You put the microphone back in it’s holder and walked towards the couch, hiding your face in your hands as you stood in front of Yoongi. He was staring up at you, his cheeks tinged a rosy pink and he seemed like he was at a loss for words, “Y/N... I didn’t know you could sing.” 

“I can’t sing.” You murmured and he chuckled as he pulled you onto his lap. 

“You make me so happy,” He paused to place a kiss on your forehead, “You know that, right?” 

(Song: Yours By Ella Henderson)

Jung Hoseok

You pecked Hoseok quickly before going up to the karaoke machine, grabbing the microphone, grinning as you pointed at your boyfriend, “This song is dedicated to you!” You exclaimed and Hoseok clapped eagerly. 

“Doesn’t she just look beautiful?” He sighed happily as the music began and all of them looked puzzled for a moment because the song you had put on was... Not quite what they had expected from you. 

You had chosen a song from a drama you’d once watched and you made sure to pronounce each word carefully, not wanting to screw it up. It was a beautiful song but then again, anything from Kim Bum Soo was a masterpiece. 

“Y/N has been working really hard on her Korean.” Namjoon complimented and Hoseok nodded, looking proudly at you. 

The song ended and you barely walked two feet when Hoseok almost toppled you over as he latched himself onto you, crushing you to his chest, “Y/N...” He whined, “Why must you make my heart go so fast? Eish, you just made me so happy.” 

(Song: I Love You By Kim Bum Soo)

Kim Taehyung

To his surprise, you dragged him with you to the karaoke machine and you handed him a mic, “Let’s sing this together.” 

“Are you sure?” Taehyung asked, knowing you weren’t comfortable with singing in front of others, heck you hadn’t even sung in front of him yet. 

“The soju has helped, don’t worry.” You smiled at him as you picked the song. The music started and Tae sung the first verse flawlessly. He looked intensely at you as your part came up and he smiled widely as you softly sang it with no mistakes. 

The two of you shared loving looks, quick pecks and were holding hands as the song progressed and the other members felt attacked by how cute the two of you loked. As the song ended, Taehyung quickly drew you to him, placing kisses all over your face as he kept repeating ‘I love you’ over and over. 

(Song: Spring With You By Vanilla Acoustic)

Park Jimin

Jimin was looking a little shy as you walked up to the podium, having told him that the song you were going to sing was dedicated to him. 

“Alright. Jiminie baby, this one is for you.” You said into the microphone, surprising many of the other members as an old rock ballad started playing but it shouldn’t really come as an surprise to them because you were a die hard old-school rock fan. 

Jimin was feeling a wide range of emotions: loved. He felt loved, first of all. He felt treasured. He felt important. He felt like he was the only person that mattered in that moment. His heart was close to jumping out his chest as you hit those high notes effortlessly, your raspy voice sending chills down his spine. 

The song ended and they clapped excitedly for you and you bowed deeply, feeling a little proud of how well you’d manage to take that song on. 

You approached the couch and Jimin immediately pulled you down next to him, hugging you to him as he buried his tomato red face in your neck. 

“Thank you.” He mumbled against your skin, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Mochi.” 

(Song: I Don’t Wonna Miss A Thing By Aerosmith)

Jeon Jungkook

Hoseok pushed you gently towards the podium and you frowned at him over your shoulder, “Hobi...” You whined.

“Just one song, Y/N. That was what you promised.” 

“Fine.” You sighed and he walked back to the couch as you grabbed the nearest microphone and glanced at the members and your boyfriend, “Since y’all want to hear my awful singing for some weird reason, I’d like to humiliate myself further by dedicating the song to the idiot in the middle. Yes, that’s you, baby.” You ignored his protests as you hit the start button and the beat began. 

The upbeat music started and you tapped a foot to the beat, putting the microphone to your mouth and you began singing, rolling your eyes as the members clapped excitedly. 

Jungkook knew you meant this as a joke but the lyrics and how you were looking at him sent his heart galloping in his chest. You weren’t the worst singer he’d heard and you sang the words with emotion, which made him feel all sorts of warm and giddy. 

“Noona~” Jungkook sang as the song ended, rising from the couch as you approached him.

“Yes, bunny?” You pinched his cheek gently, looking too adorable for his own good, “Did you like it?”

He nodded and leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips, murmuring, “Very.” 

“Okay, okay! Seriously, do you have to make-out right now? Eish, disgusting.” Hoseok piped up.

(Song: One Touch By Jess Glynne)

[levionok]

‘ey buds

it’s quite strange for me getting more followers from resources i’m not rlly admire and actually not using for some time already. i’ve seen few invites at my mailbox which are obviously expired and just wonna remind you that i am active in instagram and twitter(and actually in VK) so better follow and/or contact me there. i’m not okay with posting things here anymore. i’m not gonna delete my acc, but it’s a low chance i would come back here again.

have a good day/night everyone!

[mwolf0epsilon]

There’s been an influx of drama in a lot of fandoms as of late. I’m not even sure how to follow most of it.

Might be time to find something to binge until stuff settles. In the meantime keep asks coming if you wonna discuss AU stuff!

[fandomcryless]

Hey gang ik i havent posted much here, because of reasons so if you wonna you can follow me here. Im not forcing you, and I love you all! ❤️

[entropy-game-dev]

Not really an ask but more like a thanks and a props. You're extremely thorough with your explanations and having been following this for a good couple months it's been a great inspiration for projects. Seeing how much effort you put into this has been great motivator for my own work and I wonna say thank you for the presentation and effort you've put into showcasing your work here. As an aspiring dev it's a prime example to look over and be inspired by!

Oh my gosh, you are too kind! I have to say, I think I mangle my explanations more often than not because whenever I post it’s usually like 1am+ when I am sleep deprived and somewhat incoherent, and also because it’s hard to disentangle what I know about my game from what everyone else does. Nevertheless, I appreciate the very very kind feedback, and more than that, I’m really happy that I’ve been able to inspire you on your own projects!!

Because my (very limited) previous gamedev experience has been on projects which were not my own, I was unable to really share stuff unless I got everyone’s approval, which meant I didn’t really get to show off anything. I decided when I started this project that I really wanted to show everyone the way that I work, and how slow and steady progress can build up into a full game. I am honestly surprised and thrilled that so many people, including yourself, have joined me on this journey, and knowing that also really fires me up to work on my game and show you guys what’s been done!

Thanks again for the super kind words! I can go to bed now feeling all warm and fuzzy!

[fiftyshadesofme29]

Now everybody from the 313 put ya mothafuckin hands up and follow me

Now everybody from the 313 put ya mothafuckin hands

Look, look

Now as he stands tough notice that this man did not have his hands up

This free worlds got you gassed up

now whos afraid of the big bad wolf

1,2,3 a to tha 4

1pac 2pac 3pac 4

4pac 3pac 2pac 1 your pac he's pac no pac none

This guys no motha fuckin mc.

i know everything hes gotta say against me

i am white

i am a fuckin bum

i do live in a trailer with my mom

My boy future is an open tum

I do have a dumb friend named chedda bob

who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun,

And i did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps,

And wayne did fuck my girl

im still standing hear screaming fuck the free world

don't eva try to judge me dude

you dont know what the fuck ive been throug,

But i know some thing about you,

you went to crambrook thats a private school

Whats amatta dog you embarrassed?

this guys a gangsta his real name is Clarance

And Clarance lives at home with both parents

And Clarance's parents have a real good marrage.

This guy dont wonna battle hes shook

there's no such things as half way crooks.

Hes scared to death hes scared to look

in his fuckin year book fuck crambrook

Fuck a beat i go acapella,

Fuck poppa doc,

Fuck a clock,

Fuck a traila,

Fuck everybody,

Fuck ya'll if you doubt me

Im a piece of fuckin white trash i say it proudly

Fuck this battle i dont wanna win hear im outty here, tell these people something they dont know about me.