#loml is just…..

[tdaywasamaritale]

i was a really big tough kid all through the ttpd setlist and then she played loml for the surprise songs and then i cried. cause something counterfeit is dead

[faestunna]

easy white chocolate 😍😍

[rainscenes]

observant eddie for @eddiegettingshot ♡

[scented-morker]

Send Hee pics

Inspired by @inurnctdreams series with the dreamies that had me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭

Alternatively.. when your boyfriend’s bandmates send you pictures of him while you’re separated! hee x gf! Reader, slightly suggestive, lots of cuteness aggression

[johnwalkerrrrr]

[akunemayo]

just one day│min yoongi x fem!reader

synopsis: yoongi isn't sure exactly when he fell in love with you. it's been years of pining (on his part), cluelessness (on your part), and oh, right. you're his best friend's sister, and he's an idol with a no-dating contract, too. or, an (inaccurate) history of BTS, where you're jin's younger sister and yoongi's first love.

genres: brother's best friend, slowburn, early BTS au, fluff, hurt/comfort

content warnings: angst, jealousy, alcohol, inaccurate BTS lore (i agonized over the timelines on this), yoongi's shoulder injury, y/n is explicitly referred to as female

notes: i literally do not write fanfiction anymore and i haven't for years but fuck it. bts is coming back so maybe i should too

ˋ°•*⁀➷ part one: so your brother's a trainee? 4.9k

ˋ°•*⁀➷ part two: flirting with an idol 4.4k

ˋ°•*⁀➷ part three: seokjin loses the bet (coming soon)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ part four: (coming soon)

taglist is open!

[stillgotscars]

when taylor swift said “if you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary, you and i go from one kiss to getting married” and when jane austen said “a lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment”

[lunamarvels]

A hug from bucky barnes would fix everything right now

[doinggreat]

Bad Bunny: The DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS Interview | Apple Music

[chimielie]

match point

hajime opens the door, blinking blearily as the permanent fluorescents of the hallway greet his eyes. he drags a hand down his face, taking a quick opportunity to take you in, your shorts and knees (the left one has a nasty green bruise, leftover from his forcing you to try indoor climbing last week) and fuzzy socks peeking out from your sneakers. your shirt almost swallowing you, making the jacket you’re wearing look oddly cropped. your hair sticking straight up.

“hi, hajime,” you say, yawning uncontrollably. “thank you. sorry.”

“no problem,” he says, “come in, it’s too bright.”

inside, there’s only the pinpoint of his cell flashlight on, a beacon leading you to his room—first left in the hallway, you really would be able to find it blindfolded. you don’t act like it, though, putting a hand on his back and closing your eyes while he forges forward. the light brush of your fingers over the thin t-shirt he’d pulled over his head thirty seconds ago is the confusing kind of thing leaking out of his dreams.

“there’s a protein shake pack there, watch your—yeah. your step.” the warning comes just in time for you to stub your toe as he shuts the door behind the both of you.

he busies himself digging in his closet while you swear as quietly as you can.

“you want the bed? i’ll take the couch,” he offers.

“‘m not kicking you out of your own bed at—” you squint at your own phone screen. “3:47 a.m. i just really appreciate you letting me stay over, haji. thank you so much.”

“not your fault your roommates set off the fire alarm at 3:47 a.m. seriously, take the bed.”

you were lucky, he thought, lucky he had your contact set to break through Do Not Disturb, lucky he lived a floor above you so you didn’t have to scream hysterically at them for waking you up like this again in the middle of exam season. the violent string of texts he’d woken up to (and the distant shrieking of your apartment’s alarm) had made him laugh so hard he’d typed come over almost without thinking about it, i promise i won’t hotbox the bedroom while you’re trying to sleep.

“let’s just share,” you suggest, and he fumbles the spare blankets in his hands. he’s glad he’s facing away from you. “it’s too early to fight.”

“too late,” he corrects you. “you sure we’ll both fit?”

it’s a reference to your freshman year, when you used to climb into his twin XL bed and lie on top of him so neither of you were falling off the edge. physical affection was more common for you then, before he’d realized that his dumbass had gone and fallen in love with you and you were just his very affectionate friend.

“yeah, you have a big boy bed now. i miss the lightning mcqueen sheets, though.” you’re already hanging the jacket on the back of his chair, crawling through the vast ocean of cotton to curl into a ball near his pillows. he checks his phone again, wondering if he ever really woke up. he has dreams, secret, shameful ones, like this often.

there’s a song and dance missing. shouldn’t he be fighting harder to take the couch? building a pillow wall? as he joins you, even as he’s stretching his body out and feeling his left shoulder pop, you gravitate into him. he puts an arm around you, his bicep thick enough beneath your back to make you shift around to get comfortable again. your fuzzy sock-covered foot pushes up the ankle of his sweatpants.

“hey, wait,” he says. you make a soft sleepy noise that breaks his heart to hear like this: so close, and yet not at all. “was that my jacket you were wearing? the one i’ve been looking for?”

“yeah,” you nod into his chest. “you gave it to me last time we went out.”

“oh, i’d forgotten,” he hums. a few more moments pass, his own eyelids getting heavy.

“i like wearing your clothes,” you tell him, “it makes me feel like you’re my boyfriend.”

maybe in the morning he’ll do something about that; for now, he sleeps with your deep, even breathing an inch away, the warm glow of something new and right and shared suffusing his chest.

[dirtflunk]

ermmm what the mandy

[vellichor-lover]

Rip Kuwei Yul-Bo you would have loved ragebaiting kids on roblox and starting controversies on social media

[samsheughan]

SAM HEUGHAN + #DailyDoseofNature via Instagram 22 April 2025

[xoxochb]

percy jackson is the type of dad to start mocking his baby’s cry to make them stop

[outromoony]

"Lily is more than a mother and a wife." Yeah, but she is a mother and a wife, and that's part of who she is. Recognizing that doesn’t mean we’re reducing her to just those roles or that they somehow make her weak. Both can be true.

[louismyl0ve]

his smile is soo adorable 🫠