#winner bong

[cinemagal]

21 FILMS OF THE 21ST CENTURY Parasite (2019) dir. Bong Joon-ho

[saturdaynightmovie]

Parasite (2019) Director: Bong Joon Ho

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!

“hey everyone charlie here and that old chatter phone i had burried in gunny’s gun closet has been claimed by”

@japhetomyart​

“congrats on your new phone”

[themcfucked]

I think life would be easier if you could challenge people to cage fights, winner gets the others kidney.

[nkogneatho]

Y'all know those insecure girlfriends on tiktok when their boyfriend does their makeup accurately, they go “what bitch taught you that?” yeah, Gojo is the male version of that.

He knows he is attractive, and that everyone dotes on him. But you look out of this world. Everybody wants you. Like all of his friends have tried to hit on you a few times. They said it's just playful, but his insecurities kicked in.

One evening, you showed up to one of his totally unserious basketball games with his homies, cheering him every time he dunks.

“Suguru, my girl's watchin'. Gotta show off a bit, yeah?” he smirks, licking his lips his reflexes were so good that barely anyone else could keep up with him. It was like he had drank 10 liters of energy drink with the sudden speed boost.

You hopped in his arms when the match was over, peppering his face with kisses as he enjoyed his victory, showing a middle finger to suguru to which he rolled his eyes.

“you look so cool when you jump so high, toru!” you squealed in happiness. He really did look cool.

“hehe, you liked that, baby? Jumped a little higher just for you.” he kissed your forehead.

“hate to say it, but he is undefeated.” suguru spoke up. “feel like we need to put you on the court, y/n just to distract him so we can win.” your cheeks started burning up at that. You and satoru have been dating for a few months, but you were still not used to the way everyone talks about him as if he's a simp for you. well, he is and should be.

“i would still win though.” your eyes shifted to gojo. You were a little offended at that, even though it was just messing around. It was his habit.

“alright. Let's have a 1v1” the men did not miss the shift of your tone. Suguru knew satoru might be in trouble, while the white haired wasn't worrying about it too much. Because you're not too savvy with basketball aside from what he's taught you, and he is a pro. Sure, you would be mad later, but nothing he can't make up to you.

The boys spread in corners, as you and gojo exchanged a competitive gaze—yours was competitive and his was more of a “i love when you get riled up”—before the match began. The game was not anything serious, so all you had to do was score five points. It was a piece pf cake for gojo but you were being surprisingly competitive. You scored two points just as soon as he did. His homeboys thought that gojo was going easy on you but suguru knew he was struggling. But he lives up to his name and score two points, making him just 1 score away from his sweet victory. There's no way you can win now. If you miss this chance, it's over. But you remembered something someone had taught you and all that “i'd still win though” just pumped up enough adrenaline and oh. my. god.

Gojo's jaw dropped as you shot a three pointer, your lips widening into an evil grin, and all the boys cheered at your win. You were sure they're gonna tease him about today until eternity. Toru was impressed…well, for a few seconds before he hit you with a,

“which motherfucker taught you that? because I don't remember teaching you this yet.” you were laughing but his reaction was genuine.

“hey, c'mon now. don't call me a motherfucker.” suguru slid in, a hand resting on gojo's arm. “i'm a good teacher, aren't I?” he winked at you.

“the fuck? When the fuck did you teach her?”

“last week when we were playing at toji's party.” gojo was too busy playing beer bong at that time.

“thank you, suguru. And you…" you looked at your man, "where is allat “but I'd still win though” attitude?” you mocked him.

“ight fine. you got me. i was just messin' around and ya'know that. don't get mad at me, baby,” he snaked an arm around your waist. “we're both winners. We gotta celebrate properly, right?” he leaned closer to your ears.

“now let's see who wins in the bedroom, tonight. hmm? You know i gotta settle the score, princess.”

[wh0re43van]

Frogger- Peter Maximoff X Reader

Summary: Teasing Peter Maximoff. That's it. Thats the fic.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: A little smutty (pg 13-ish), weed, kinda slow burn

A/n: This came to me while staring at a wall for 20 minutes after five bong rips. It was written in like an hour at midnight and only proofread once; probably a fair amount of typing errors. Thank you for reading !!

Pt 2

I lay on Peters bed listening to one of his Pink Floyd cassettes and sipping on a coca cola awaiting his return. I met peter at the arcade a couple months ago and we hit it off immediately… well, after we finished arguing over who got to the Pac-Man game first. He zoomed in front of me, seeming to appear out of thin air. I yelled at him, saying that I was there first and I had already put my token in, after he backed down, then we hit it off. He showed me some secretes he’d learned about the game then we went to get coffee. I’ve spoken to him almost every day since. He quickly became a close friend.

“Knock knock,” he says walking into the room. He’d zoomed out to re-up. I hop off his bed, setting my soda down on the coffee table as I approach him. I’m happy to see him, but even more excited to check out the weed.

“About damn time,” I joke as he tosses me the baggie.

“What? I was gone for literally five minutes,” he laughs, taking a seat on his couch.

“That’s awfully long for you, eh Quickie,” I sit down next to him grinning. “Shit, I left my papers in my car,” I frown, before picking up my keys and dangling them in front of Peter. He rolls his eyes, taking the car keys and speeding out and back, within seconds he’s tossing the rolling papers into my lap. “Thank you,” I bat my lashes at him.

“Yeah yeah,” he rolls his eyes, opening a bag of chips. He watches me as I break up the weed and begin to roll the joint.

“Damn you’re good at that,” he says genuinely impressed as he crunches on the Doritos.

“Well, I have a lot of experience,” I laugh sparking the joint, taking a deep hit. He’s told me that he didn’t smoke a whole lot before he met me, maybe I’m a bad influence. Then again, I had never stolen anything until I met him; so I guess it cancels out.

I pass the joint to peter as I exhale the smoke. “Good shit,” I laugh as I try stifle a cough. Peter takes a hit, immediately coughing so hard his face turns red.

“Goddman,” he chokes out, I hand him my soda in attempt to ease his coughing. “Wow I already feel it,” he says after he takes a sip, his voice raspy from the hot smoke and hacking as he sets the glass bottle down next to him.

“I think the coughing makes you higher,” I giggle, wiping off the ash off my skirt.

“I think you’re right, shit,” he sighs. “You feel it yet?” he asks looking at me through lidded eyes.

“Not quite, my tolerance is pretty high,” I laugh then take another hit before grabbing his Atari controller. “Wanna play frogger?” I ask.

“Stupid question,” he scoffs, zooming to the gaming console, looking for the correct game cassette. I take the time to admire how handsome Peter is, the way his white t-shirt hugs his toned arms, his constantly messy silver hair that falls perfectly into his face, his perfect skin- despite how much junk food he eats.

‘Damn he looks good,’ I think to myself as I take another hit off the joint, lounging on his crumb covered couch with the tan controller resting in my other hand. Peter zooms back to me.

“321 go!” He shouts, starting the game.

“Shit Pete I wasn’t ready,” I shoot up dropping the blunt, Peter of course catches it before it hits the ground then pops it into his mouth. I die almost instantly.

“You lose,” he takes the controller out of my hand replacing it with the joint. “My turn!” He gives me a shit eating grin that I’ve grown to adore. I roll my eyes.

“Alright Quickie,” I begin as his fingers move in a blur on the Atari controller. “Lets make this a competition. Best 2/3. Winner gets a whole joint to themselves,” I smirk.

“Oh you’re on,” he laughs, not looking away from the television. I cover his eyes with my hands, causing him to die. “Dude!” he shouts at me. I grin taking the controller. “You loose, my turn!” I mock him. He laughs, leaning back on the couch. I last a while, ultimately missing the log, dying when I fall into the water.

“425, beat that,” I proudly hand him the controller.

“Pft, in my sleep,” he scoffs, and he’s right. He quickly beats my score with a whopping 683. “You sure you wanna continue, man?” he smirks. “You can still back out and just split the joint, and keep your pride intact,” he offers with a smug grin. Instead of getting irritated, I develop a plan.

“Oh, I’m sure Peter,” I smirk back. “But could you go first? You’re so great, I’d like to know the final score I have to beat,” I ask batting my lashes.

“Uh, sure. Okay,” he agrees even though he looks confused. He starts the next game, doing very well of course. Without him noticing, I pull my sweater down to show some cleavage before I reach over him to grab my cola sitting on the opposite side of him. My chest sets even with his eyes as I grab the cold glass bottle. Peters fingers slow and a light pink settles on his cheeks. He clears his throat, as I sit back down on the couch.

“Alright man, you can’t distract me that easily,” he laughs it off, even though he’s still blushing, glancing between me and the screen.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just thirsty,” I smirk as I use my tongue to bring the paper straw into my mouth, staring at Peters eyes that keep finding their way back to me. I slowly slide the straw out of my mouth, my tinted lip gloss leaving a ring on the white paper.

“Mmm,” I moan, leaning closer to him as I savor the taste of the cherry cola. “This is really good Peter, how’d you know that cherry’s my favorite?” I ask lowly. His eyes go wide, his frog gets hit by a truck earning him a score of 237

“Come on!” the speedster shouts. “That’s totally unfair! How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re being all hot and shit?” he asks, his cheeks still pink.

“You think I’m hot?” I giggle, taking the controller from his hands. His cheeks burn even brighter when he realizes that he just admitted that he thinks I’m hot.

I easily beat his score; he doesn’t even try to stop me. “Fetch me my weed,” I grin, holding out my hand. He rolls his eyes, but in instant the weed, papers and lighter are in my hand. “Thanks, Quickie,” I wink before quickly rolling another joint.

I lean back on the arm of the couch, watching Peter as his eyes follow the joint going between my lips, staring as I French inhale the smoke. His bloodshot eyes watch in awe and I can’t help but smile at his obvious ogling.

“Let’s watch something,” I smile, standing up and walking toward the tv, taking another hit.

“Sure,” he sighs in relief. “What movie are you th…” he trails off when I bend over, my short skirt exposing the smallest amount of my ass. I pretend not to notice, picking up a random VHS.

“What about Jaws?” I turn, asking him innocently. He blinks shaking his head as if trying to release himself from a trance.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “Yeah s-sure dude. What, uh, whatever you th-think sounds good,” he clears his throat again, staring into my eyes, not even blinking. I can tell that he’s trying extremely hard not to look at my sweater that’s still pulled down or my skirt that’s ridden up my thighs. I can almost hear him saying to himself ‘don’t look, don’t look, don’t look…’. I’m enjoying every moment of this.

I smile as I bend down to slip the VHS into the player, I turn to catch Peter adjusting his pants. He quickly removes his hand, giving me a huge grin trying not look guilty. I put the spliff back in my mouth to keep myself from laughing.

I walk over to the couch, tapping the joint out and setting it in the ash tray. As the movie starts to play, I take a seat next to peter, throwing my legs over his, allowing my skirt to fall down my thighs towards my stomach, and Peter seems to notice. His breath hitches in his throat, glancing back and forth between the movie and my thighs. We sit like this for the first part of the movie, eventually he relaxes a bit, getting into the film. I watch as the light from the screen bounces of his sharp features. I smirk as I lean up to Peter.

“You have something on your face,” I say quietly. He watches as I take my thumb in my mouth, wetting it to wipe the dried frosting off his cheek. His face floods red, he’s adorable.

“What’s wrong Peter?” I ask, still only inches from his face. “Why so quiet all of the sudden?” I lean into whisper in his ear. He visibly shutters as my breath hits his skin, a barely noticeable sheen of sweat appears on his forehead. I’m satisfied with his reaction. “Do I make you nervous, Peter?” I ask, wiping the sweat off his face. He turns to look at me.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “N-no, of course not. It’s just, uhm, a little warm in here, th-that’s all,” he stutters, staring at me with his glossy brown eyes.

“Hm,” I pretend to think about his response. “You’re right,” I grin before pulling my grey sweater over my head, leaving me in my short skirt and white tank top that clings to my curves and barely covers my cleavage. He audibly gasps with wide eyes, not bothering to hide his staring.

“It’s getting even more hot in here all of the sudden,” he pulls at the neck of his shirt trying to cool himself off.

“Maybe you should take this off then,” I suggest, toying with the hem of the shirt. “Might cool you off,” I don’t drop his gaze as I reach for my cola, taking another sip.

“I-uh… y-yeah, sure, m-maybe you’re, uhm right,” he stumbles over his words before clumsily taking off the white t-shirt. I’m surprised that he actually did it, but definitely not disappointed. I drink in the picture Infront of me. The nervous boy fidgeting with his hands, a thin sheen of sweat on his flushed cheeks and toned torso, his chest rising and falling rapidly, all of my doing. The sight makes my core ache.

“Your goggles are crooked,” I observe as I slowly crawl on top of him to straddle his waist, giving him time to stop me, incase I’m taking it too far.

He just gulps, watching as I settle on his lap. I place one hand on his chest, using the other to adjust the silver goggles, my chest at his eye level once again. I catch his eyes, now glossed over with lust rather than THC, watching me as I smooth his hair down. As I sit back, my core against his crotch, I can feel his excitement through his pants, he bounces his leg rapidly in anticipation, watching, waiting for whatever it is that I’m going to do to him next.

“Are you sure you’re not nervous?” I smile, my skirt completely bunched up around my waist, exposing the entirety of my white thong.

“Y-yeah,” his voice cracks. “I’m totally fine,” his words come out shaky as he stares at my exposed underwear.

“I’ll move if you want, Peter,” I slowly grind my crotch against his, the friction on my core feels amazing. “Just tell me and I’ll move,” I offer with pleasure laced in my tone, hoping that he doesn’t ask me to stop.

He doesn’t say anything, just lets out a small whimper as I put more pressure and speed into my movements. I slowly dip down to his neck, giving him time to stop me if he desires, leaving wet kisses on his jugular. I swear I can feel how hard his heart is beating.

“You taste so sweet, Peter,” I whisper in his ear, continuing my grinding on his erection through his pants.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his breathing shallow and quick. I slowly slide my hands down to his buckle, still moving my hips as I trail my kisses closer to his lips. I pop the buckle open and bite down on his lip gently, he gasps against my mouth.

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Goddamnit

My digital wristwatch signals that it’s time to pick my little brother up from school. I hop off Peter, he furrows his brows.

“I gotta go man, I gotta pick up my brother,” I explain, he just watches in confusion as I slide my sweater back on my body, adjusting my skirt and putting on my shoes. I head to the steps, he jumps up as if he’s just now processed what’s happened.

“Hey, wait, you can’t leave me like this,” he whines, his erection prominent in his blue jeans. “We were having fun,” he frowns. I smile widely.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming back,” I wink. “My weeds here dude, you know I’ll be back,” I laugh walking away from the shirtless, frustrated, confused boy standing with a raging boner in the middle of his room.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

req'd by @not-from-mars

winner gets a bong of similar stature to the Napoleon. Hopefully you know the one, where you have to gargoyle the bong if you're shorter than it

text: Hail to the Most High!

[projectmoon-smash-or-pass]

propaganda:

❓ "smash kromer, pass on the dreamer of human wholeness. i love horrible girls and i'm normally down for monsterfucking but i simply could not deal with the vagina of arms and teeth. (i voted smash anyway because i love her)"

✅ "I WILL stick my dick in crazy"

✅ "I love a woman who can kill me on site"

✅ "I’d regret it in the morning, like drinking an entire bottle of vodka in one weekend. Still would though, but only in the context of a one night thing, and I make sure I don’t accept any coins from her (and I’d be looking over my shoulder for a while)"

❌ "I saw Kromer in my dream once. It was the closest thing I've had to a nightmare in a long time"

❌ "Passing on kromer for being ableist."

❌ "i gotta pass on kromer. her ableism cult nonsense is a huge turn off"

✅ "one time I had a dream that she made Sinclair drink a horrible concoction of various condiments at a fast food restaurant. Smash btw"

❌️ "Kromer and Demian are the biggest beef i have with sinclair. man has absolutely tragic taste in partners. not that i have absolutely no idea why he or anyone else would be into them, but holy shit dude, it's like critically failing a vibe check is a prerequisite. which is fair, but no, you cannot catch my ass smashing either"

❌️ "passing on kromer because im not into younger women. I know she watches videos at full volume with no headphones on the subway. she juuls outta both mouths."

✅️ "i want kromer to Deep Thrust me"

❌️ "Kromer has the single most godawful haircut in the entire city"

✅️ "smash kromer and hope she fucks up my hair like hers afterward. i want her big nail in me"

❓"you WILL get pegged if you try."

❌️ "Honestly would throw dongrang and kromer in a room and make them fight to the death in order to get smash chosen (the winner gets thrown into a pit of eels)"

✅️ "god i would do anything for kromer my evil sweaty girlfailure. i would smash her marry her then divorce her and take the house and her bong"

[aquariusdeanw]

I don’t care that you don’t watch sanremo.

that only means that you’ll never know the highs and lows of italian tv.

what do you know about the morgan changing the lyrics to insult his partner bugo whom left the stage, causing a global pandemic in 2020? About blanco destroying the flowers on the stage because his ear monitor didn’t work? About freddy mercury showing the audience that he was singing in playback? Ultimo throwing a tantrum over his second place? maneskin winning and inducing little girls to snort salt? Voilà? eminem avoiding italy for more than a decade after performing in sanremo? What do you know about the john travolta - duck dance - russel crowe diss? the pippo baudo - audience member fake suicide attempt? roberto benigni reciting the divine comedy at 2AM? what do you know about the dick-shaped balloon member in the audience of the empty ariston in 2021? The Emma police chase for fantasanremo? About the gianni morandi and bong joon-ho “in ginocchio da te” pics? What do you know about beppe vessicchio never ending conductor steak? About people falling off the stairs? And the iconic achille lauro cape off into the glittery leotard? Piero pelù stealing TWO purses from the audience members? The orchestra throwing their music sheets in the air because they disagreed with the public vote? about mahmood - mengoni shipping? Sky news spoiling the sanremo winner? The iconic screaming meme that gets updated every year? Madame antivax fake green pass agenda? Tananai celebrating his last place? About I cugini di campagna beef with maneskin? Belen’s butterfly tattoo? About placebo destroying their instruments and the audience booed them for 5 minutes straights? About Elton John deciding not to show up last minute and pippo baudo angrily announcing it live while eating a cake designed for him? Amadeus and Rkomi doing push-ups on stage? About Stash smile-pic everywhere? About Stromae playing the part so well that people thought he was drunk? About amarello?

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT TRUE ITALIAN LORE

[justenjoythegossip]

CHRIS IS GETTING PAID HANDSOMELY FOR HIS EFFORTS…

Autumn is over so it’s time to get back to work…

Chris has finally grown tired of looking at leaves and trees changing colors. Also all that reflecting he did with his kind of wife must have become tiresome. Pottery and weed will have to be put on hold for a while since he is getting ready to get back to work. He had said that there won’t be another year with 3 movies. But this coming year already has 2 and according to rumors there’s more in the pipelines. 

Chris is getting the best opportunities he’s had in a very long time…

Certain blogs (trolls/plants) were obviously lying when they were stating that Chris was blacklisted. He didn’t agree to this shitshow, so that he could retire in the sunset with his Nazi “bride”. We knew that there would be payment for all of his efforts. Sure for a lot of us, his efforts selling this RS/marriage didn’t look that great but they were good enough for his masters anyway. And it was all that mattered in the end. 

And now he is getting his reward. Look at the 2 gigs he just got. 

Honey Don’t is directed by Ethan Coen, a multi academy award winner. And Celine Song (the director of the materialists) just directed Past lives which is considered by many to be a masterpiece. And I personally agree, that movie is extraordinary.

Sure we don’t know how these new movies will turn out but these are the most exciting projects he has been a part of since Sunshine by Danny Boyle and Snowpiercer by Bong Joon-ho. If you exclude his involvement in Marvel of course. 

So Chris is getting amazing opportunities at the moment and yet it makes little sense. 

Payment for the PR shitshow…

Not that Chris is not talented. I do believe he is. But he has recently starred in many panned movies, that were not only flops commercially but critically as well. And he just got his first nomination for a Razzie award. Actually he even got 2 nominations at the Razzies. Red One looks like another disaster in the making.

His numbers on social media are plummeting. The engagement is quite low. So the math ain’t mathing. But actually it does…

Anyone who had followed Sebastian Stan’s own shitshow knew of the great opportunities Seb got after it and is still getting to this day. Chris is following the very same route. Anyone who is excited to see Chris in these exciting new projects needs to understand that this PR shitshow was the price to pay for it. 

Most actors go through ups and downs. Sometimes the downs can be terribly long and horribly painful. By agreeing to this PR, he has taken a shortcut. He has taken the easy way out. Or the lazy way out I should say. I do consider what he did to be a lot more difficult for the soul though. No one is in his shoes and we can't judge. All we can do is to wish him the very best and hope that all of this was worth it.

[specialinterestshows]

Get by with a little help from your friend in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Anxiety, cannabis (weed), dirty talk

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 61 of ?): Sending A Message

“Free for that smoke sesh?”

You stared at the text for a few seconds, hand hovering hesitantly over the “send” button as you sat in your idle car.

The smell of Rhea’s perfume lingered on the passenger’s seat; not unusual, as you had just dropped her off at the airport. It only took about a minute of driving back home before you though of how empty your apartment would be without her.

Now, you were sitting in the parking lot of some strip mall you had pulled into when that wave of loneliness hit, staring at the contact name “Marisol” and your message one more time before hitting send.

A second later, you were dropping your phone as if it had suddenly grown thorns. Bombarded by emotions, you weren’t sure what to do next. The thought of seeing Mari again made you excited and nervous - but part of you felt guilty. Rhea’s plane hadn’t even departed yet and you were already looking for comfort elsewhere.

If you hadn’t just dropped her off, you might have considered messaging Rhea asking if she wanted you to let her know whenever you’re seeing someone. Recalling her yelling at Dominik over the phone months ago for what sounded like telling her too much about his night with another man, you were entirely too anxious about what Rhea’s response might be.

Then again, there was her small confession the night of her surprise visit.

The loud buzz of your phone, lying on the floor where you dropped it, brought you back to the present.

Looking down, you take a deep breath and let out a sigh before picking up your phone. Reluctantly, you turn it over to look at the screen.

“Can’t today, but I’m free tomorrow”

The relief you felt reading Marisol’s reply was instantaneous - you had time. You could even cancel if you needed to.

“Sounds good!” was your reply.

Startling you a bit, your phone buzzed in your hand a second after you hit send. It was one of your friends:

“Is it safe to drop by and hang, or are you still in sex-marathon territory?”

Giggling to yourself, you message back:

“Marathon is over: we both won. Gimme time to drive back from the airport”

Approaching your apartment door a while later, you notice your friend is already waiting for you.

“Where’s your medal, marathon winner? Or is it a trophy?”

Sticking out your tongue, you playfully push past them to unlock the door.

Soon, the two of you were three bowls deep and your friend was acting as moral support for what you wanted to discuss with your girlfriend.

“You’re overthinking it,” your friend insisted, letting out a hit before passing you the bong, “She said she’s trying to change for the better. She wants you to be happy.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, “I just wish knowing that made a difference to my anxiety.”

“You can do this,” they reassured you after a moment, “You’re not alone.”

“I appreciate it,” you smile, but it must not be convincing - your friend was looking at you skeptically.

“So how much are you getting paid?”

“… What?” the question confused you enough that you forgot about the stress for a moment.

“To babysit that bong!” they laughed at their own joke, “C’mon, girl, take a hit.”

Doing your best to roll your eyes, despite your own giggles bubbling up, you brought the bong to your lips and lit the bowl.

Once you were in the middle of blowing smoke rings, passing back the bong, you noticed your phone light up in your periphery. It was Rhea:

“Landed safely, miss you already”

The message ended with her usual black heart, making yours skip a beat.

“Miss you too, Rhe. I love you so much”

After sending your reply, you turn and almost accidentally headbutt your friend, who was presently looking over your shoulder at your phone.

“Jeez, nosy, give a girl some warning,” you joke, pausing before you ask them, “…So where do I go from here?”

The phone buzzes in your hands, making you look down at a new message from your girlfriend:

“I love you too, baby”

Another black heart.

“I think you just… ask,” your friend suggested, “Those “can we talk” messages stress me out.”

Nodding, you take a deep breath and compose a text.

“I was wondering: Do you want me to tell you when I’m going to be seeing someone I might be interested in?”

You stared at your sent text before quickly typing and sending another text explaining:

“I would rather ask than hurt you by making assumptions”

“Nice add-on,” your friend complimented, pulling their supplies closer and turning away to pack another bowl as you re-read your messages. It felt as though time was slowing down as you waited for a response.

Even so, you jumped a bit when the phone finally did buzzed in your hand with Rhea’s response:

“Only if you think you might end up in bed with them. Mami likes to keep tabs on her sluts, without too many details”

Halfway through reading, a second text followed:

“Unless you and Dom-Dom get together without me: then you better tell Mami every filthy thing the two of you did”

Biting your lip at another heart, you jumped again as your friend’s too-close voice unexpectedly commented, “Hot.”

[end part sixty-one of ?]

Part 62: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/741216784194076672/absolute-smokeshow-part-62-of-heart-and-sol

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Tag List (thank you!)

@littlemiss-fanficlover , @babybatlover , @girlofpink , @kagome2909 , @domripley , @wiccanpriestess , @falloutboy-lover , @aut0luminescence

[saturdaynightmovie]

Park Myeong Hoon in

Parasite (2019) Director: Bong Joon Ho

[cheddar-baby]

If I got a guinea piggie what should I name him?

happy helper

smile for me

ligament

bong

westminster kennel club dog show

prize winner #1 best

pretty boy swag

caught a whiff of it

whimpering

let me run

field breeze open and free

harper's bazaar

life after death

10 strange occurences on northhaven avenue (shortened to occurences)

[chinchillasinunison]

Ding-Dong, Bing-Bong!

Attention Danganronpa fans, current and former! This is a masterpost for the first round of a randomly generated tournament between the three classes of the main games in the series! Feel free to peruse this list of our individual battles. Be quick with your decisions, though, because the polls will only be available for one day. Help us choose who will be dubbed the Ultimate Favorite Student!

Who will survive? Who will perish to the throes of irrelevance? It's all up to you! Will you make the right choice... or a dreadfully wrong one? Puhuhuhu! Let's find out!

Chiaki Nanami vs Himiko Yumeno [Winner: Chiaki Nanami]

Toko Fukawa vs Angie Yonaga [Winner: Toko Fukawa]

Mukuro Ikusaba vs Maki Harukawa [Winner: Maki Harukawa]

Chihiro Fujisaki vs Gundham Tanaka [Winner: Gundham Tanaka]

Hiyoko Saionji vs Tsumugi Shirogane [Winner: Hiyoko Saionji]

Rantaro Amami vs Kaede Akamatsu [Winner: Kaede Akamatsu]

Aoi Asahina vs Teruteru Hanamura [Winner: Aoi Asahina]

Nekomaru Nidai vs Kaito Momota [Winner: Kaito Momota]

Korekiyo Shinguji vs Kirumi Tojo [Winner: Kirumi Tojo]

Kiyotaka Ishimaru vs Peko Pekoyama [Winner: Kiyotaka Ishimaru]

Makoto Naegi vs Gonta Gokuhara [Winner: Makoto Naegi]

Hifumi Yamada vs The Ultimate Imposter [Winner: The Ultimate Imposter]

Sayaka Maizono vs Junko Enoshima [Winner: Sayaka Maizono]

Sakura Ogami vs Kazuichi Soda [Winner: Sakura Ogami]

Miu Iruma vs Mahiru Koizumi [Winner: Miu Iruma]

Byakuya Togami vs Ibuki Mioda [Winner: Ibuki Mioda]

Shuichi Saihara vs Nagito Komaeda [Winner: Nagito Komaeda]

Akane Owari vs Hajime Hinata [Winner: Hajime Hinata]

Celestia Ludenberg vs Kokichi Oma [Winner: Celestia Ludenberg]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu vs Mikan Tsumiki [Winner: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu]

Kyoko Kirigiri vs Ryoma Hoshi [Winner: Kyoko Kirigiri]

Tenko Chabashira vs Leon Kuwata [Winner: Tenko Chabashira]

K1-B0 vs Yasuhiro Hagakure [Winner: K1-B0]

Mondo Owada vs Sonia Nevermind [Winner: Sonia Nevermind]

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Daily Fic Highlight: The Doors of Perception

Today's winner of the kudos email is:

The Doors of Perception is a Pitch/Sandy human AU which begins in San Francisco in the 1960s. Perhaps my summary from Ao3 helps introduce it best:

It is the spring of 1967. Sandy is twenty years old, and he would be a sophomore at Berkeley if he was still attending classes. Instead, he is living in an old house in the Haight-Ashbury. He likes it there. He’s found something he’s good at, that people love him for. Sandy is the best trip guide in San Francisco, and everyone who’s turned on knows it.

Kozzy (human Pitch) meets Sandy because he's looking for a trip guide, and thus begins a decades-long romance with more than its fair share of trouble on its way to the HEA. 43,892 words, M, M/M and F/M (Jack/Tooth).

This fic had a few surprising responses to me when it first came out; namely, that some people were wary of reading it because of the drug use. And privately I was like, ? It's psychedelics, that's just good fun and opening your mind, this isn't some sordid DARE scare-piece. But not everyone has 60s counterculture or psychedelics as research interests, right, right.

One of the other surprising responses, which I will be vague about for privacy reasons, was in reply to one certain incident in the story, where I wrote it thinking, "maybe this is unrealistic," and later a reader told me that something very similar had happened to them IRL.

So, I think I did the best I could writing about a lot of years, places, and experiences that aren't directly mine.

Sample:

A couple months ago, rumors had started going around about a new rich kid who had run away to the Haight-Ashbury. He was from old east coast money, they said. Said his last name was Black, but he slipped up once after a few bong hits and turned out it was really Pitchiner. Everyone knew what that meant. Politics. Media conglomerates. Real estate. The people that made The System. So wasn’t it sort of fair, you know, that he just didn’t seem to fit in? The guy didn’t even own a pair of jeans! Black wool pants, black turtleneck, did he think they were all still beatniks? Still, it wasn’t as though no one would let him stay with them. They’d share their space, their food, their acid. Then again, the first time they had done that, it had turned out to be an utter disaster. Pitchiner had freaked out in a major way (“I’m not me anymore! Don’t let me let the black shadows out!”), which had caused everyone else to freak out, and the house he was staying at had used up all the thorazine they had thought they would need for the entire year in order to calm everyone down. This doesn’t deter him, however, from trying again. And again. And again. Eventually someone tells him to go see Sandy if he’s going to be so pigheaded about becoming a psychonaut when it doesn’t even make him feel good, and eventually someone tells Sandy about a guy even he might not even be able to bring to enlightenment.

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 48- Don't Steal The Beef!

Chapter Summary: For episodes 7 and 8 of King of Masked Singer, Jen goes on the show as a guest judge, shocked to see Taeil revealed and fangirls over Ailee. BTS are back on Weekly Idol. Jennie watches a video message that an idol made on the show as she looks forward to making another friend.

Words: 5,000+

------ At the Ilsan MBC Dream Center, Jennie sat with the other guests, wearing white high waisted jeans, a white top, a black beanie with her curly hair down and one of many favorite pairs of Nike sneakers. She was elated that she was asked to join these two episodes of King of Masked Singer.

The announcer opened up the show, recapping what happened in the previous episode.

“Let’s enter the first gate to see who’s the 4th generation of the Mask King. We’ll begin the duet singing!”

Before the show, Jennie had talked with the other judges, and they were pleasantly surprised that she wasn’t singing on the show and decided to be a judge instead. She had told them that she would love to sing on the show once she improves her vocal skills and to keep their ears open because she could be on the show at any time.

She was looking forward to blowing viewers away once her vocal skills improved. She enjoyed shows like this, where all that people would focus on is the vocals, not the looks. 

She and the rest of the judges watched the first competition, which was between high frequency pair antennas and daddy cheer up.

Jennie, being a harmony expert when it came to her vocals, paid close attention to the two competitors as they sang The Blue in You. She had no idea who was who and couldn’t give any guesses to the judges as they assumed the man was tall and might be PSY under the mask.

As soon as she heard the woman sing, under her pink mask, Jennie felt her stomach drop. 

That voice soundly painfully familiar.

Someone that she’s frequently listened to over the years. But she might be wrong and didn’t want to assume right away. But something in her body was telling her that the person that she was thinking of was the person under that mask. And if this is the person that she’s thinking of, then she has no idea how she will react when she might be able to see her face.

“Jennie, have any idea who any of them are?” Bong Sun asked.

“Something in me is telling me that I’ve heard the woman's voice before. But I dunno if I want to make a guess, yet.” She answered as she continued to listen to the vocals. 

‘I think I know who that is...and if this is her, I think I’m going to pass out.’ Jennie thought as her butterflies got even worse. 

She was not ready to be in the presence of this woman if this was who she thought she was.

This could be the woman she’s thinking about because Jennie has watched a lot of music shows this woman has been on and knows how she handles her microphone and how she sounds. As she continued to listen to her powerful but controlling pitches when she sang, Jennie decided to go with her gut.

‘This has to be Ailee.’ She thought to herself as she exhaled and tried to calm herself down.

After their performance, and sharing a few laughs when the man playfully pushed the pink antenna woman, the judges talk about how good their voices are together.

“The harmony was A-1! Loved it, it’s so nice.” Jennie added.

“One of the great duet songs in Korea. Kim Hyun Cheol and Lee So Ra’s. Both of them sang in a different way, showing different feelings. Now, this is the time for the judges to do the voting. Number one is High Frequency Pair Antennas. Number two is Daddy, cheer up! Please vote for the voice that you’d like to listen to again in the next round!” The announcer said.

Jennie automatically pressed number one to vote for High Frequency Pair antennas. She was eager to listen to more.

Once it was revealed that high frequency pair antennas was the winner with the result of 54 vs 45 votes, Jennie was thrilled that she was still in the competition.

“I’m so happy. I will show you a better stage at the next round.” High frequency pair antennas said. 

Her voice was on a high pitch to avoid revealing her real voice.

For the next round, Jennie eagerly watched as Hardware store boss Kim walked onto the stage. 

“I like that mask.” She commented.

“I agree, he’s cool.” One of the judges remarked.

The next contestant was named SangAmDong whistle. The judges point out that the first guy has long hair. Jennie noticed how shorter SangAmDong whistle was and liked his outfit choice because it reminded her of the movie Kill Bill.

The one behind the mask was none other than Taeil, who had a hidden smile on his face, thanks to his mask as he saw his friend being a judge for the show. He was happy to see Jennie and wondered if she’d be able to recognize him. 

They sang together back at the MAMA Awards, last year. 

Will she remember how he sounds?

The judges eagerly listened to the two contestants sing Only Feeling you, as Jennie swayed side to side in her seat to the beat while watching the contestants dance.

“The one in yellow looks so cute.” She murmured. 

As she listened, she placed her hand over her heart when she heard Whistle’s voice and strong vocals. Their voices blended so well together. This would be a tough choice to vote for.

“That harmony! My ears are in love!” She said as she continued to watch them perform.

After they were finished, the judges discussed how confused they were about who they thought was who. When the voting started, Jennie decided to vote for number 2, which was the whistle.

“Why did I think of Kill Bill?” She asked herself as SangAmDong Whistle introduced himself and talked about his love for Bruce Lee. 

So, that’s why he wore his outfit.

“Why do I keep on thinking that you are Nam Chang hee?” One of the judges asked as some of the other judges agreed. “You are a gagman, right?”

A brief pause before Whistle asked in confusion, “What?” as everyone laughed.

The judges assumed that the one in the yellow was used to performing and had a nice voice, and requested him to play with his nunchucks. Everyone laughed at his efforts. 

The two contestants were requested to sing briefly to a song for a short duration of their real voices. They heard the first contestant but when it came to SangAmDong Whistle, it sounded like he faked a voice to keep his identity withheld, causing everyone to laugh.

“What!?” Jennie laughed.

“What was that? Was that your real voice? Whistle!” One of the judges called him out, causing everyone to bust out in laughter again.

After the banter, they reveal the results. They said that the celeb judges were all the same and it looked like the votes were in favor of Whistle. 34 votes to 65. 

Jennie laughed out loud as his celebratory dance. “He’s so adorable!”

For the next set of filming, for the first stage of the second round, High frequency pair antennas came on stage. The judges start discussing how high her heels are and that she takes good care of her body. She chose to sing for her solo stage, for you, as Jennie and the rest of the judges watched closely.

There was something about her voice that made Jennie start to tear up.

There was no mistake about it.

This woman was her favorite singer.

It had to be Ailee.

She studied so much about Ailee, that she had a strong feeling it was her, from her hand motions and the tone of her voice. Jen had a bright smile on her face, as judges started to notice that she may know who it was. She tried her best not to freak out, but she ended up doing so, silently.

With her eyes closed, Jennie focused on the voice, and once she sang that high note, it was no mistake that this was Ailee.

Sang Am Dong whistle was next for his solo stage, as Jennie couldn’t help but focus on his walk.

“I’ve seen someone walk like this before, but I just can’t remember...” She murmured.

Sang Am Dong had decided to sing Doll.

Once the voting began, Jennie had decided to vote for high frequency pair antennas despite loving both of them. She wanted to say that it was Ailee but decided to stay silent because she was so tongue-tied and nervous. But a judge did reveal that she couldn’t hide her originality and that it was Ailee.

When asked about Sang Am Dong, Jennie voiced her opinion, “You sound experienced, I have no idea who you are. You’re definitely an idol.”

“You know me.” Sang Am Dong replied.

“I do?!” She asked in surprise, causing the judges to wonder. “I only know a select few idols so far. Can you give me a hint?” She requested but he playfully refused her offer.

Once they announced the winner of the third round, which was paired antennas, Sang Am Dong took off his mask. After he put on his glasses, he turned around to reveal his face to the audience.

It was Taeil from Block B.

Jennie dropped her jaw and stood up, while the audience, especially the women cheered. “No-way!”

Taeil smiled at her and nodded. “Way.”

“Hold up! There is no way!” She exclaimed while applauding. 

How could she miss how his voice sounded if they sang together at the Mama Awards?

For the third round, Paired antennas performed again, as she sang Bruise. Jennie jammed out in her seat as she listened to Ailee sing. Her voice sounded more like Ailee, as she went all out for this performance. And Jen was loving every second of it.

“Yassss! WOO!” Jennie stood up and applauded after she ended the song with a high note.

Once CBR Cleopatra and Paired antennas were on stage together to see who would be in the final round, it was declared that Cleopatra won the most votes and became the nominee of the fourth generation of mask king. The votes were 41 to 58.

“Sadly, you are eliminated.” The host told paired antennas. “We will now reveal the identity of paired antennas who’s sadly eliminated.”

Once she took off the mask, Jennie couldn’t help but freak out a little as she saw that it was exactly Ailee in the flesh

“Korea’s best skilled singer! Ailee!”

“Thank you!” She happily laughed and bowed, fixing her hair. She was even hugged by Cleopatra.

“She received a lot of love and voting. Are you disappointed?” The host asked

“I thought that I got figured out too quickly. I have expected that Hyun Do oppa will figure me out immediately. Because we did several recordings together. I’ve tried my best to hide it but he’s like a ghost. But since I can show all the songs which I’ve prepared, I’m really thankful!” She responded with a bright smile.

‘This woman isn’t real. She is so damn precious, I swear’ Jennie freaked out in her head. 

She wished that she could’ve spoken up and said something but her butterflies got to her and she was just too nervous and stunned that she was here.

After the show, Jennie managed to catch Taeil backstage, giving him a big hug. She expressed how much she missed him and how impressed she was with his singing.

“You know, you should be on the show.” He suggested.

“I want to. But I want to be on the show when my singing improves. I’ll get there. And I’d love to be able to make my parents cry when I sing. I always dreamed of that. That’s one of my goals. I dunno when I’ll accomplish it but if I could do that, I’ll feel like I can do anything. Ugh, I’m just upset I couldn’t see Ailee. But I was over there all awkward and nervous, I want to be cool and calm when I meet her.”

Taeil chuckled. “Good things happen to those who wait. Who knows, there may even be a better opportunity to meet her instead of backstage at this show. Don’t beat yourself up. You’ll meet her.”

“That makes me look forward to the future.”

Taking a selfie with him, she posts on Twitter, ‘I-MISSED-THIS-GUY! #HaveANiceDay #AllMyPartyPeopleReady!’

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“Weekly idol!” Doni and Coni announced

“The people who are here to visit Weekly Idol this week came here once previously,” Doni said.

“They are back here again after 1 year and two months.” Coni added. “This is late, but we didn’t know they would do so well. But now, they are doing really well. They are now our family!”

“They are suddenly our family?” Doni laughed

“They need to become our family. And looking at their choreography this time, I feel it once again that these kids are really doing well.”

BTS watched backstage as the hosts bickered back and forth.

“Weekly Idol needs BTS! Our BTS!” Doni announced as they walked out and did their greeting.

“Since you guys are doing well, why is Rap Monster wearing his home wear.” Doni pointed out to his outfit which consisted of a pink shirt and camo pants, causing the studio to laugh. “Rapmon, whose fashion is that?”

“I tried a variety.” The leader replied.

“Why did you try?”

“I got criticized a lot.”

“Your attempt...failed!” Coni blasted him. “I think your original style will be better.”

When asked about their album, Rap Monster explained it. He was teased that he had an uneasiness with his fashion and that he hid his face with his cap, causing laughter among the members.

After talking, the show proceeded with Random Dance Play, for the second time. Jimin confidently said that he wouldn’t be easy to catch if he made any mistakes because he practiced. The hosts also told them that they would buy them anything they wanted to eat, only if they succeeded on the first try.

Once the music came on to play the beginning of I Need U, the members scrambled onto the floor, for their beginning pose. The song skipped to the chorus as the members hurried to their positions. Jimin ran to the front but started to become unstable, looking back to make sure he

was making the right moves. The hosts caught him but decided to let him go this time.

The chorus of Boy In Luv came on, as Jennie began to look puzzled as to where she was supposed to be, along with some of the other members. She tried her best not to make it so obvious as she stood in the back, looking around to figure out what dance moves to do because it had been so long since they performed this song.

‘Goodbye, shaved ice.’

“Can we get like, one more try?” Jennie laughed as the members tried to protest with Coni about the number of mistakes they had made. Doni decided to let BTS have one more chance, to show good teamwork, boosting their spirits.

I Need U came back on towards the beginning as Jennie felt V’s pain with having Hobi sit on him. But once they restarted the song in the same section, V had to go back to the floor with Hobi on his back. He ended up struggling to sit up this time and Hobi fell back.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Doni and Coni yelled.

“Why are you like this?” Rapmon asked.

Jennie laughed and grabbed V’s hand to help him up. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You did well.”

“You guys keep making mistakes during the first part. Shall we exclude the two of them?” Doni asked, gesturing to V and J-Hope.

“Ah, please!” V begged

“The two of us?” J-Hope asked.

“Shall we try with the six of you?” Doni suggested

“But I’m the choreography leader though,” J-Hope informed, which led him to have the members try the dance without him.

“To make the person who made a mistake focus, let’s go for a toy hammer as a punishment.” Doni requested.

As the members danced again with synchronized dance steps, J-Hope noticed that Jimin had made a mistake during Boy In Luv.

“Jimin, couldn’t find his spot.” J-Hope pulled him away from the others.

Coni received the toy hammer and handed it to J-Hope so he could do the honors. Jimin bent down while Hobi smacked the hammer on top of his head, causing him to let out a soft groan, rubbing it in pain. He slowly went down to the floor as the hosts tried to see if he was okay.

“Shame on you, J-Hope. Mm-mm-mm.” Jennie shook her head.

For the next segment, the members and hosts are seated for the Idol King Selection Competition. Jennie sat in between Rapmon and Jimin, for the segment. The hosts decided that they would give the group Korean beef, which boosted their mood, but they warned them that not everyone could eat, and only the person who won the game would get the beef.

“It’s never that easy, is it?” Jen sighed.

Since their official grill meat master retired, they have BTS’ manager, Sejin, to take the empty position as they watch him come out, and the members laughed and applauded.

“When do you feel the happiest being BTS’ manager?” Coni asked him

“When they cinched 1st place.” He responded, as the members happily grinned and applauded.

“Here is the first game. Unpretty Dance King!”

‘The person who is able to dance excitingly will become King or Queen.’

V was first as he stood up while Sexyback came on. The members tried not to laugh as they watched him.

“I’m weak!” Jennie covered her mouth as she watched him dance sexily by moving his hips to the beat.

The next song was for Suga and Jennie tried hard not to laugh as everyone watched him close his eyes and body roll slowly. But then he started to go down, performing the I Need U body roll, which caused Doni to hit the xylophone.

“Your expression is not good,” Doni declared. “And most importantly, you cannot recycle your own dance moves. You recycled I Need U dance moves, right?”

“That’s right,” Suga answered.

“You can’t do that. Let’s have Suga dance again. Please give us the music.”

Once the song came back on, Suga went down on the floor, to grind but was instantly stopped once again.

“Oh no!” Miss Bangtan covered her mouth.

‘Dirty dance not allowed’

“What is allowed then?” Suga exclaimed as he got back to his seat.

“No American dance!” Coni warned as he was eliminated from getting the beef.

Next was Jin, who exhaled and stood up. Once the music started, he began nodding to the beat but was stopped because he was just listening to the music and not dancing. Once the music started back up again, Jen cackled when he dropped to his knees, headbanging to the beat, before bouncing around.

“We have never seen this before!” Coni said with praise.

“You kneeled down on your knees!” Doni remarked in amazement.

“I am this team’s main dancer,” Jin said confidently, catching Doni’s heart and is now in first place for the beef.

Next up was Jungkook, who had to dance to some electronic music. The members continued their chorus of laughter as he randomly moved around, loosely in a joint dance.

‘Shoulder bones which control the rhythm.’

But once he spun on his back on the floor, the hosts yelled in surprise, causing him to take the first place spot. “He really became one with the music.” Doni praised. “Next up, our pink boy.”

As soon as Chris Brown’s Turn Up The Music came on, Rapmon danced frivolously, causing him to be stopped, twice. The third time, the members couldn’t stop giggling and Rapmon received the nickname, Pink Soul.

“Miss Bangtan, you’re up next!” Doni announced as she stood up.

“Let’s do this!” She said with confidence.

An instrumental of Jennifer Lopez’s Get Right came on and she immediately started dancing freely. Then she dropped down into a split, taking the hosts off guard as she heard the three dings, meaning that she was now in first place.

“Ayeeee!” She celebrated after standing up and went back to her seat.

“That took me off guard. I thought she hurt herself.” Coni exclaimed.

“She is always full of surprises.” Doni looked on.

Jimin was next but ended up using too much of his waist for a children's program as Doni called him out on it. Lastly was Hobi, who effectively started dancing, as his mic fell off. Doni even started dancing with him and declaring Hobi the winner while the members applauded. 

J-Hope received the crown and the beef. But out of nowhere, Jennie decided to swipe a piece of beef from Hobi.

“Ahhhhh!” Doni and Coni yelled, pointing her out as she looked around, wondering what was wrong. “You stole the beef!”

“I took one!”

“Punishment!” Doni yelled as he walked up to her, making her get out of her seat. The members laughed as she complained

“I just wanted one bite!”

“No excuses! Punishment!” Coni shouted. “Let’s make her dance for five minutes to various songs. And if it’s not to our liking, she’ll have to do it all over again.”

“Are you serious?” Jennie groaned.

“Jennie is the boy group expert. She knows a bunch of their dances.” Jin called out.

“Is that so? Show us!” Coni announced.

“Ah, it’s a bit embarrassing.” She grinned nervously.

“I want to be entertained or there will be consequences.”

“Oh boy.”

“You got this Jen!” Jimin cheered.

“All this over beef?” She shook her head. Having no choice, she got in position.

“You familiar with Monsta X?” Doni asked

“I’m high key one of their biggest fans.” She answered happily.

“Then we’ll start with trespass. Get in position! I want to see you dance like you’re a part of their group!”

Kneeling on the floor, she waited until the music came on. Her facial expression changed into a serious one as she moved side to side with the beat. Once the chorus came on, she performed the movements sharply and with aggression, just like Monsta X does.

Impressed, Coni requested to go to the next song.

‘Oh, she wants me! Oh, she’s got me!’

The chorus of EXO’s overdose came on as she dropped to the floor, smoothly kicking out from side to side. The members looked on in awe as they watched her dance.

‘The members are charmed’

The next song that came up was the chorus of GOT7's A.

“Did you see how big her smile got when GOT7 came on!?” Doni pointed out. “What do you think of that BTS?”

“Is there something we should know?” Rapmon questioned with fake anger, crossing his arms.

“What’s going on Jennie?!” V called her out with the studio laughing at their banter.

“I’m smiling because of the mood of the song! Stop distracting me!” She tried to stay focused.

“LIES!” J-Hope yelled.

As she danced to various songs, the last one was GOT7's Stop Stop It as another smile came across her face.

“How come she smiles for GOT7!?” Jimin exclaimed with a giggle.

“Somethings up!” Jin pointed out while Jen happily lip-synced the song while dancing.

“Well done!” Doni and Coni shouted as she sighed out of relief and bowed. She was applauded by the studio for her efforts.

“I am very proud to see her focused and on point with the dances. But Jennie, how come you don’t act this enthusiastic when we do our dances?” J-Hope asked, feeling jealous as everyone laughed. 

“I do!” She disagreed. “I do fangirl over other groups in my special way, which is learning their choreography in my spare time.”

“Any particular group,” Coni questioned. 

The Bangtan Boys stared at her, hard, as she laughed nervously at being put on the spot.

“There IS,” Jungkook yelled.

“Spill it!” Jimin shouted.

“...7...” She murmured.

“What was that?” Coni asked.

“GOT7.” She answered.

“GOT7!?” J-Hope’s jaw dropped, as the members freaked out.

“Watch GOT7 become GOT8, now.” Jin joked.

“I just really like their style and work ethic. I wouldn’t mind collabing with others. If BTS and GOT7 could collaborate, that’d be awesome.” She smiled at the camera

“Since we are on this subject, who else do you want to collab? And then I want the rest of the members to answer.” Doni requested.

“A lot of people and the list is growing. To name a few, I’d like to collab with Ailee, Zico, CL and Hyuna. I’m nowhere near their level yet. But I hope to work very hard to push for a collab with one of them one day and earn the opportunity. I have a long way to go.”

For the next round, called Cringey acting King. Coni revealed that they managed to get hold of BTS’ special video clips. As soon as they showed Jungkook’s video, V screamed and jumped out of his seat, while the others cringed.

“I knew this would surface sooner or later.” Rap Monster sighed while Jennie snickered at the members freaking out. “I said it will appear one day.”

“I protested strongly against it!” Suga got out of his seat

They were showing clips of the guys’ videos they made for a Japanese game they filmed over a year ago. Jennie wasn’t a part of it, but she was amused at how much they were panicking over it.

“This is the first time I’ve seen these. Hahah, why does their hair remind me of Edward Cullen? I’m cringing!” She looked on.

Those hairstyles were awful to her. Who greenlit this?

Suga let out a yell of despair as he watched his clip, falling down on his knees.

For this round, they requested that every member act with cringeworthy lines. The person who made Doni and Coni have the most goosebumps, wins. When they revealed Rap Monster’s lines, he couldn’t stop cringing as he placed his head down, jumping up and down in his seat.

‘It’s the first time...that I like someone so much. Even if the world is filled with enemies, we will still protect the woman we love. Even so, you’re my woman.’

“Jennie, would this statement woo you?” Doni asked.

“No, not even close.” She shook her head.

Rap Monster was the first to go as he made eye contact with the camera. 

“It’s the first time...” He started off but got stopped when Doni banged on the xylophone.

“It is too light,” Coni said.

“Do it like the Japanese version, a little stronger,” Doni added.

The leader started again, “It’s the first time...that I like someone so much. Even if the world is filled with enemies. We will still protect the woman we love. Even so, you, are my woman.” He finished while Suga yelled in disgust.

Next up was V, who turned in his seat to yell, “Don’t appear in my dreams! Because I will keep thinking about you...” he trailed off because he kept noticing everyone laughing.

“How was that, Jennie?” Doni asked.

“I’m...a little scared.” She answered, earning laughter from everyone in the studio

The hosts requested that Rap Monster try out the line. “Don’t make me say this twice. I...even if I hate you, I still like you.” He winked.

“I just wanna punch him.” Jen made a fist, bewildered at how cringeworthy he sounded.

“You can rely on me at times. Do you think you can escape from me? I’m going to keep liking you.” Jungkook was the next one to go.

“Are you a Japanese?” Doni asked the Golden Maknae, as he and Coni mocked his confession, but praised him for his acting. 

Rapmon was still in first place while J-Hope was the next one to go. He got into character, blowing everyone away with his acting skills, “You...can just look at me only. When I look at your smiling face, I become happier.”

Jennie couldn’t help but stiff a laugh as she tried to hold it in, watching him.

“Is it because I like you?” J-Hope went on, as Rapmon stomped his feet and Suga kneeled from his seat, laughing silently. “It doesn’t matter! Isn’t it? I lost...because I fell for you.” He dramatically said with everyone yelling in disgust once more.

Jimin was next, as he looked at the camera seriously and sighed, but then he started laughing because he was dragging it. 

He was praised for his sigh and tried it again. “No matter what happens, I’ll be right by your side...don’t show such expression to other people other than me. Don’t MIA from me.”

Rap Monster was announced the winner and received a crown, while he ate Korean beef. 

“How is it?” Coni asked

“Now, I won’t make you lonely anymore.” Rapmon went back into his acting persona, causing everyone to groan. “If you like other guys, I won’t forgive you.” He picked up a piece of pork, about to place it in his mouth but stopped.

“Stop!” Coni yelled.

“Just eat it, now!” Doni yelled

“EAT!” Jennie shouted as the members continued to laugh. “Weird!”

The last round was called King of Destruction. The person who tears off the most number of pages from a calendar will win. 

The staff brought out a table with eight calendars. Jennie grabbed hers and sat on the floor with Suga, Tae and Jimin.

“3...2...1...go!” The hosts announced as the eight members began tearing away at the calendars. 

Papers were flying all over the place, as the hosts laughed.

“Ahhhhh!” Hobi slammed his calendar on the floor, giving up. 

Exhausted, the members reveal their dates. Jin got up to July 31, Jennie got up to August 1, Jungkook came up to August 4, V went up to August 17, Jimin had January 2, Rapmon didn’t tear in order and if he did, he would have gotten September 2, so V was the winner of the round.

“Okay, V, we will give you a chance to share it with one person.” Doni allowed.

V smiled directly at Jennie and walked over to her. Grabbing her hand, he made her get out of her seat and escorted her to the table. The members complained, calling her out and that she shouldn’t get any meat because she stole a piece of Hobi’s beef from before.

“Y'all suck, I hope you know that. I’ll remember that when you want me to bake for you. I’ll give them all to V, now.” She got back in her seat, with the members contemplating on their choice for calling her out if it meant they couldn’t eat her baking.

“Lastly, before we get into the closing segment, Jennie, you have a video message,” Coni informed her, as her ears perked up.

“I do? This is a surprise. Who is it from?”

“A member of a new girl group that was on the show earlier this year,” Doni explained while they show the video.

There was CLC sitting with Doni and Coni, and Yeeun, who so happened to be a part of Jungkook and Jennie’s grade a SOPA, was the one who sent a message.

Yeeun was asked if there was any group member she would like to meet. “I would like to meet Bangtan Sonyeondan's Jennie. She seems like a very sweet person. And I admire her dancing. We go to SOPA together, but I never approached her. Sometimes, I get a little shy.” She giggled.

“Why don’t you send her a greeting,” Doni suggested.

Yeeun looked at the screen and smiled, waving at the camera. “Hello, Jennie! This is Yeeun from CLC. You dance and sing so well. I hope to work just as hard as you. I would like to be friends with you. Let’s hang out sometime! Fighting!”

As Jennie watched, she giggled. “She’s so cute, that makes me feel really good about myself that she wants to meet me.”

“Do you have a response?” Coni asked.

Turning to the camera, Jennie grinned. “Girl! Hit me up, and let’s hang out! We’ll see each other when school starts again. And don’t be shy! I’m looking forward to meeting you! Eat well and stay well rested! And FYI, I love CLC’s music!”