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happy birthday to our moon, taeil ♡

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IT’S TAEIL TIIIIIIIIME~

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Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and your for us.

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Make your own icon here !!!

Hewwooo I was tagged by @flirtyhyuck 😈

This is so cute I love these! Yes let’s get the gang to make one!!! @bbjisungg @ssweet-dreamiess

Ima tag my girl @fluffyyunho ily cutie❤️❤️❤️

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Tiny train: pls leave ur donation here 😌

who wants some tiny haechan !!! me

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Update: I got Mark again

So i’ve just bought my 4th NCT album. I’m praying that I don’t achieve my 4th Mark photocard, I need some diversity. Wish me luck.

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So i’ve just bought my 4th NCT album. I’m praying that I don’t achieve my 4th Mark photocard, I need some diversity. Wish me luck.

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Bitches be wanting screen recordings of NCT127 preforming “Boom” from their Beyond Live.

I’m bitches.

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:)))))

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What a lovely representation. Him grabbing the hand sanitizer i- 🤡

me during day 20 of quarantine

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Creds to the talented nctzen who made this 😌❤️

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Well me and @ssweet-dreamiess are going on a picnic tomorrow because we are in love and only live a beach trip away from each other✌️😗

@bbjisungg is my favourite. sorry @tensforbiddenfruits. sorry @ssweet-dreamiess. i dont make the rules

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[9:56p.m.] “Should I make a cup of coffee?” “Why in the fuck would you make coffee at this hour?” “It tastes good...”

Sighing, you flipped onto your side to look up at your boyfriend, laying peacefully while scrolling through his phone. You huffed, tracing your fingers along his soft bed sheets. “Why not?” Haechan drops his phone on his t-shirt-clad chest, finally turning his head to look at you. “Why not what?” You deadpanned at him. “Make coffee! It’s not like we have things to do or places to go tomorrow! I don’t need sleep!” Haechan chuckles at your preposition. “Your body needs to follow the sleep clock, bub.” He lifts his arm and raps it around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. He hummed. “Why don’t you try and calm down so I can finally relax?” You smack his arm, earning a protest from him. “Oh please! You’re the one who begged me to come over! Whats the point in me coming over if all you wanted to do was sleep?” Haechan sits up, and looks down at you sincerely.

“Because I want to sleep with you.”

Your eyes widened at his words. Haechan stares at you, confused by your expression. “Wh-“ his face pales in realization. “W-wait, I didn- thats not-“ your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “I-I know! I didn’t think- I knew... what you meant.” You avoid each other’s gazes. Haechan clears his throat and laughs awkwardly. “Heh... Sorry...” You whip your head around to look at him, seeing his extremely stiff form. “No! It’s okay!” You nervously pick at your fingers. “It just sounded funny I guess...” he lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “So um... Wanna make coffee?”

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[10:51a.m] You and Haechan got separated in your math class after you made him laugh too loud.

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[10:02p.m.] The loudness of the Korean Barbecue restaurant, the lingering taste of your alcoholic drinks, and the large table packed with you and the chatting NCT members is doing anything but decreasing your nerves.

Tonight the guys decided to let loose by having a fun night out with some close friends, basking in the mouthwatering smell of delicious food.

Your nerves however, are brought to the surface by the actions of a certain boy sitting close to your left.

Yes, you and Mark are friends... But you’re certainly NOT a bro. Or maybe you’re seen as his bro? You hope not. Wether or not you’re a bro to him, his hand should NOT be massaging the plush skin of your mid-thigh so sensually.

It’s not abnormal for him and his boys to give the occasional friendly knee rub... But you and Mark aren’t like that. Mark is not your ‘bro’ and you really hope that he doesn’t see you that way either. You and him had a sweet friendship, one that you wish would lead to something more.

It wouldn’t be as bad to have his hand that far up your leg if it wasn’t for your soft corduroy skirt hiking up your thighs. His hand was softly, yet firmly, caressing your bare skin; and you dont know what to do or how to feel about it.

It’s been a solid 10 minutes since he first put his hand on your knee and your butterflies were raging. When you looked up at him for an explanation or acknowledgement, it seemed like he didn’t notice what he was doing to you; as he was in the midst of joking around with Yuta. Glancing from your lap, up to him, then to the other members, you decide that maybe this is just his friendly gesture. However, Mark was usually awkward and was the type to apologize after the side of his hand brushed yours.

This was really weird.

To try to get your mind off of his lingering touches, you try to engage in Yuta and Mark’s conversation.

“But yeah, he really must’ve hated me after that.” Yuta explained, successfully causing Mark to roar with unnecessarily loud laughter. Giggling at Yuta’s story and Mark’s laugh, you bump Mark’s shoulder with yours, causing him to look down at you with a bashful smile.

Once the table(Mark) calms down from Yuta’s wild story, Johnny is quick to start a new one.

While the table intently listens to Johnny’s story, Mark finds himself getting bored, even a little tired. He looks to you. Mark has always had a soft spot for you. You make any boring situation worth while. He watches you longingly, taking notice of each freckle dotted on your face, to your lips, leading down to your neck, when oh god- he sees it. His eyes immediately widen, looking down at his hand that lays on your bare mid-thigh. Mark quickly glances up to your face, only met with your side profile, still engrossed in Johnny’s story. Mark begins to sweat. When did he put his hand there? Has he been creepily massging your soft skin all this time? Do you think he’s a pervert? Were you uncomfortable? You didn’t look uncomfortable. Did he over-step a boundary? His hand should NOT be there. He glanced around the table nervously. Did anyone else notice? Should he take his hand off? Would that be too obvious?

Feeling Mark’s stilled frame against your shoulder, you turn to look up at him. He flushes. “Mark?” You take notice of his red ears. “Is something wrong?” Mark quickly shakes his head, opening and then closing his mouth at a loss for words. You frown. Just as you’re about to question him again, you feel his finger twitch on your inner thigh. You both slowly glance down to his hand in your lap, then back up to each other with wide eyes.

In a flash you both flinch away from each other.

Mark’s hand flies away from your leg, accidentally smacking Jungwoo straight in the neck, successfully choking him, and you accidentally bodyslam into the side of Jaehyun, who was unfortunately sitting to your right, taking a sip from his beer, which splashed onto the front of his shirt from the impact.

The table was suddenly chaos, yelling and apologies being thrown, leading to every single one of you to being kicked out of the nice restaurant.

At the end of the night, both you and Mark were outside the 5th floor dorm, sat on your knees with your arms above your head as punishment from Taeyong.

M’ladies: @ssweet-dreamiess @bbjisungg @flirtyhyuck hope you like it!

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HAHA @bbjisungg Kayla is @ssweet-dreamiess same with @flirtyhyuck ❤️❤️❤️

Also @fluffyyunho ily🥺❤️

do you ever look back at your relationship with someone on the internet and just think oh my god i’m so fucking glad i clicked follow they make my life so much better

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my spotify playlist masterlist for all your quarantine needs

for lazy hazy afternoons

for when it’s past midnight and you need to dance to something trashy and pop

for when you can’t remember why you are still here

for rainy nights where you think too deeply

for when you’re only fifty percent human and the other fifty percent is something more feral and monstrous

for anxiety attacks and breakdowns

for when you only want to listen to sad white men singing about sad things

for when you’re drinking soda and the bubbles make your nose tingle

for feeling weightless

for when you’re walking on an uneven pavement and the sun is beating down your neck

for simultaneous crying and bopping

for when one more sad song might make you scream

for your bruised and tender soul

for pretending you’re in an upbeat indie electropop band with your three best friends and you’re all gay

for unconventional alternative love songs

for when you need a reminder of what living feels like because everything feels grey

for pretending you can afford all the things you added to your cart on sephora

for when you’re breaking your own heart

for drifting off into another world at night

for when you’re feeling stuck but also hopeful but also tired but also excited

for when you need your heartbeat to slow back down

for believing in love again

for daydreaming on a hillside under a soft sunset

for when you realize she has the most beautiful smile and looking at it hurts

for when you need the warmest coziest hug

for feeling as small as dust and as infinite as the universe, all at once

for when your heart needs to feel soft and easy and happy

for seeing the person you’re in love with and realizing you need to let them go and start moving on

for when you feel like you’ve been set on fire

for putting on makeup in the morning even though it feels like there’s no point but also you just want to look really fucking cute for no reason

for when you need to be eased into pulling yourself together

for summer days laying outside on your front lawn daydreaming about lemonade

for pretending you’re a depressed mermaid who lives in the arctic ocean

for when you’re daydreaming about the future so that you can forget for a moment how unhappy you are

for being transported back to 2012 when you were trashy and emo and cringey as hell

for staring in the mirror in the dark and thinking about the experience of womanhood

for punching walls and smashing people’s heads in

for cutting fruit to make into a cobbler because fuck you want to eat something cozy and comforting then

for when things are … not going quite how you thought they would

for when your life feels like an actual movie and you need to soundtrack it

for unwinding from a stressful day

for when you feel like a ghost running through a forest while it’s raining and foggy

for when you actually yell back for the first time and the adrenaline pumps through your blood

for when it’s raining outside and you’re staring out the window longing to run in the rain but instead you’re stuck inside

for feeling like you’re right inside of a black hole

for when you’re anxiety says something stupid to you and for once you know it’s wrong and you fight back

for when you need to feel bigger than what you are in that moment

for when you put your trust in someone and you’re terrified

for feeling inexplicably sad and upset and lonely

for knowing it’s okay to cry

for when it’s late at night and you can’t stop thinking about him

for haunting unholy songs that help you pretend that you’re a demon

for breathing properly, just when it feels like you’ll never be able to again

for feeling unformed and unfinished and unknown

for almost being at peace but something is nagging at you

for just really needing to hear james blake’s voice

for when you love someone so much but you can’t talk to them because the words don’t come out

for being a teenager at the fucking-things-up-and-breaking-rules stage of a coming-of-age film