#stay happy and healthy!!

[kimtaegis]

friendly herbivore dinosaur 🦕 for @jung-koook

cr. namuspromised

[wegc]

Idk if ur hard hours r open but 🤭

I had a thought about my pookie baby pie Lee Minho <33 and they’re all filthy <33

I feel like Minho would be soooo into spitting but maybe I’m projecting; he’d totally take you by the throat or jaw and pry your mouth open with his fingertips just to spit into your mouth; maybe calling you “his good slut” and talk about how “obedient you are for him.” He’d also spit on your face, swearing in into your makeup and tears as he punishes you for acting like a brat all day.

And Minho who is totally whipped for you— like I mean whipped. Down horrendously, wants to worship the ground for this u walk on. He’d still tease you and do the usual Lee Minho shenanigans but like??? He’d also be so sweet and kind and gentle with you. Which leads me to fluffy sex with him <33 just adores you and is kissing all along your cheeks, swiping away the tears of overstimulation (though you don’t want him to stop). Maybe if the mood is right HE’D EVEN CRY??? Like mid “I love you” and he’d sob softly; I’m thinking post argument sex?? I need this man so bad……

ANYWAYYY IM NOT GONNA BOMBARD YOU WITH MY HORNY THOUGHTS SO 😭 HAVE THESE <33

I hope ur having a good day and pls drink water and your writing is so good I can’t wait to read more <33 and if it’s okay could I be your first anon? maybe 🫧 anon if I could !

LEE MINHO IS THE RESIDENT SPIT KING IN STRAY KIDS!!!!! i do not make the rules but you cannot deny the truth—i’m glad we see a similar vision 🫧 anon!!!

lee minho’s cock throbs when you tell him you want him to spit in your mouth. he’s thought about it so many times and considers doing it every time the two of you have rough sex but can’t seem to muster up the courage to do it because he doesn’t wanna scare you off :(

it’s an ownership thing for him and also because of how intrinsically degrading it is to spit in someone’s face. it just drives him crazy every time you open your mouth, signalling to him that you want him to defile you. you’re so obedient and needy, and isn’t it so fun and satisfying to demean you when you start acting out?

in addition to a spitting kink, minho has a slapping kink and would get a kick out of slapping you and being slapped whenever either of you deserves it. nothing gives him more euphoria than the sight of your eyes rolled back, face flushed (from embarrassment or from the sharp smack on your cheek, who knows?), all wet from min repeatedly spitting in your face, calling you his dumb baby who can’t do anything without him :(

sub!minho being slapped is also a delicious thought if anyone wants to talk about it hehe!!!!

minho who uses his spit to smear your mascara and lipstick all over your face after you make him jealous!!! telling you you’re the prettiest when he’s turned you into his stupid cock-slut!!!

i think fluffy sex with minho would be slightly rare (he’s a fucker!!!!) but post-argument sex would have him tearing up and sniffling into your neck a little because while he acts like you don’t affect him much, he genuinely cannot picture a life without you (remember minsung two kids room i think where skz was like lino can’t live without jisung YEAH!!!).

minho calling you his pretty little thing, his good little girl, softly kissing your ankles as he fucks into you, twirling your hair around his fingers AAAA

food for thought!!! minho buying you an anklet with his initial on it that jingles every time he thrusts into you <3

[wykart]

I don't think I'm ready for the Doctor to be emotionally healthy. Like there had better be some new terrible trauma in store I want this guy miserable.

[stiffyck]

What if people started saying "I need to exercise more" or "I need to eat a bit healthier" instead of "I need to lose weight"

You can be healthy and fat

[minzbins]

(940115) happy birthday hyungwon 🎂

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[jkvjimin]

(103/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡ for @cosmicdreamgrl 🤍 | cr. qdeoks

[gunsatthaphan]

🎉🎆💋

[seohoho]

HWANWOONG | 2024 SEASON'S GREETINGS BEHIND

[foreverfitnesspositivity]

Happy New Year Everyone 💖

[fromsko]

white ferrari ⊹ ࣪ ˖

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

synopsis: reader is feeling self doubt about themselves. minho is there to remind them that everything will be okay eventually.

— a small note ; this is my first fic on here … i’ve been meaning to upload a fic for a while but i never felt confident enough to do so. but as of recent, my mind has been scattered. i feel a little helpless and overwhelmed with emotions that i can’t pinpoint exactly. is it self-doubt? fear? lack of confidence? i’m not sure. but this fic is very self indulgent. and i hope this can give someone a little smile or some sort of hope in themselves if they are feeling similarly to me. i needed some comfort and i hope i can help give some too ! frank ocean is an artist who’s music has helped me shape myself as a person. white ferrari is a beautiful song and i *highly* recommend listening to it while reading this ! thank you in advance for my small ramble and reading ^^ feedback is appreciated ! no use of names or y/n in this one ! just minho mentioned !

stay safe and healthy ^^ remember you are loved somewhere by someone.

“it’s so pretty. i haven’t seen a sunset like this in a long time…”

you whisper to yourself in a soft voice. it’s peaceful. feeling your bare feet in the cold and slightly damp, sand. watching the waves, the small trees in the corner of your vision swaying gently. the breeze gives a slight chill, involuntary pricking your skin with goosebumps. the breeze caresses through your hair, blowing through it gently. you shut your eyes. only for a moment. the sky is a pretty blue hue. a dark blue, indicating the end of the day. the clouds floating, small wisps of fluff cover the sky, like a scene from a painting you must’ve seen somewhere. a museum or perhaps online.

“pretty like you.”

you open your eyes and he’s appeared from behind you. a gentle hand on your shoulder you never really noticed until now. ‘when did it get there?’ you think. that’s not important, however, as minho gently takes your hand in his. lacing your fingers with his. he looks down and has a small smile on his lips before looking back at you and tugging your hand gently, it’s almost not noticeable.

“c’mon!”

he gently pulls you forward towards the shore, soft footprints left imprinted on the sand the closer you get to the water. the deep blue water sways gently onto shore, the white foam creating contrast between colours. he sits down on the shore ground, pulling you down in front of him gently, sitting you in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and his arms slowly wrap around your waist. his chin rests gently on your head, a small kiss on your hair can be felt from time to time. an act of comfort to let you know, ‘i’m here, okay?’ it’s almost like he knew your shift in mood. at day, your smile brightened his day, in a contagious way. but as the day grew colder and more dark, your tone and mood shifted slightly. he always was able to read you so well. like he says, ‘i know you better than you know yourself.’

“you’re quiet, jagi.”

“i just want to admire the view.”

you whisper back. your hands resting on top of his. you shut your eyes again, just for a moment. your mind goes blank. the salty air fills your nostrils as minho follows along too. you can hear his deep breath, following yours, and his deep exhale, like yours. you stay in silence for what seems like hours. watching the sky darken gradually. your mind wanders. the moment is supposed to be romantic, and yet you’ve ruined it somehow with those thoughts in the back of your mind.

“hey.”

you tilt your head back on his shoulder minho looks down at you. his smile is small, but visible. he brings a hand to caress your cheek tenderly, he whispers again.

“i’m here. it’s me. i’m right here.”

you don’t even realise your eyes have started glittering with tears. a small stinging sensation can be felt in the corners of them. you blink and a tear rolls down. it’s cold, you can feel it. his brows furrow and your breathing becomes a little shallow. a tightening feeling creeps up in your throat and it’s uncomfortable more than anything. tears begin to pool in your eyes as you can’t help but get emotional.

“minho?”

“hm?”

“i feel guilty.”

his head tilts slightly in confusion. his brows furrow even further and his nose scrunches up slightly. he takes a deep breath again.

“what for?“

you take a deep sigh. you can feel the deep breath deep in your lungs. it’s almost a sharp feeling in your chest, not painful, but noticeable and uncomfortable yet again.

“i feel guilty because i’m being selfish and it’s not fair on you. i— i hate myself. to put it plainly— and i shouldn’t be putting that onto you, or anyone for that matter, that’s not fair. and i’m sorry it took me so long to realise.”

he almost wants to chuckle at your bluntness, but now’s not the time, and he knows that. another smile graces his lips and he slowly leans to kiss your nose. his eyes are loving and soft.

“don’t say those things. you have nothing to feel guilty about. your sadness makes me sad. it’s contagious.”

you chuckle softly through tears. you swallow down the lump in your throat but it comes back again. your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly.

“we’ll figure it out together eventually, okay?”

“but don’t you think that i hurt you in one way or another? my self hatred is draining, it’s not— that’s not fair. my insecurities— they’re not fair on you. it’s almost like a prison. i’ve trapped you and me in one.”

his hand continues to caress your cheek, his thumb brushing under your eyes lightly. it’s romantic, and comforting.

“don’t you ever doubt that. it’s not a prison. it’s a shelter.”

you choke up. it’s almost poetic the way he speaks so gently, like to one of his cats. it’s loving and meaningful. you know it’s sincere but it’s hard to believe. to just accept it.

“i can’t believe you, it’s hard.”

“i know, but i mean it. i mean all of it. i want you, all in. all of you.”

[42strange]

Regarding the difference between tenth doctor and fourteenth doctor, I never read the line that fourteen is more loving than ten as ten being unable to love. It’s quite clear that ten loves his friends and companions, like, a lot. The only difference is that fourteen is better at vocalizing his love than ten due to their personality differences.

Ten is hold back by his trauma and regrets from the time war, so much so that the idea of being the last of his kind is so ingrained in his psyche, that he cannot process the thought that it is entirely possible to have a happy life just as the humans. You could say that ten, whose biggest enemy is none other than he himself, is doomed to end his life in a tragedy from the very beginning. In contrast, fourteen has three regeneration to heal and grow from his own trauma, thus gradually loses the “lonely god” aspect of ten and becomes much more affectionate.

It is not that fourteen loves others more than ten; it is that fourteen is finally capable of saying those lovingly confession that ten never had the chance to say in his life time. In other words, fourteen is actually “helping” ten to say what he would actually think, rather than bottling them up and suffering from the consequences afterwards.

[faradayys]

its clear that astarion covers up his hurt with anger, as seen when you 'replace' him with another companion in act 3. he instantly backtracks and calls the entire relationship a mistake.

with that in mind, I wonder how he must've been feeling after you reject helping him in the ascension ritual and he storms off, wishing that you'd die screaming. i wonder how he felt when he comes back to his senses, finally free from the blood that was confusing his mind back in dungeon, and realizes that he is completely alone again, without the party, or the rest of the vampire spawn, or, hell, even cazador to go back to. i wonder how he felt when the party defeats the absolute, and what he must've thought when he realizes that he can no longer walk in the sun anymore. when his skin starts burning, he has no one to mend his wounds, say a soft word, or look after him.

do you think he keeps to himself in your old campsites, wishing he hadn't left? hugging his knees, wishing he could take back what he said? after a long time of traveling with others, do you think he can bear the emptiness that he becomes far too aware of every second he's awake? do you think he forces himself to get up when he hears the crowds chanting your name and the others, his feet stumbling over each other, in the desperate hope that he'd get to see your face and the others'? but perhaps, by the time he clumsily manages his way out, the parade has already passed by, and all he can do now is watch your dwindling figures from afar, as he's left behind in the shadows.

[claieart]

green sketches 🪴🌱✨

[nastiiuu]

TECHNODAD AND THE WEIRD CHILD: THE END

Thank you for reading this silly comic and...

[bigothteddies]

one of my dreams as a bright-eyed freshie noob nsfw tumblr user was to one day have my own place with tons of extra rooms and to have partners and kink friends rotating in an out of the house like all the old big kink creators used to on here, making content and gif sets with my friends and enjoying our sexuality together

[minzbins]

(931122) happy birthday kihyun 🎂

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