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jkvjimin · 21 days
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for @magicshop 💗 cr. namuspromised
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kiwicidios · 8 months
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   ׁ  ׅ   navillera    ♩
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chilumitos · 2 months
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𓈒 ˚ 🐑 𓈒 ˚ ೀ
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tinydolli · 1 month
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what color are my eyes ?
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fettiowi · 1 year
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Thinking about the absolute absurdity that is Boom Shadow's brazilian voices and I put this together showing both because i need to share this like wtf is this😭😭😭
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rhiezus · 3 months
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“ are you going to kiss me again, or do i have to do it myself? “ // bowen x vince
this night like any other night before this one for the past few months had been extraordinary at best. he could almost use the word magical, but he never really liked using other world aspects to describe real feelings because he had to believe this was real and it was happening to him. vince had given up most of his hope of success for his career so this was living in his wildest imagination. sometimes he would still wish for someone to pinch him or drop a bucket of cold water on his head so he could wake up and start facing reality again. this is reality, he would often remind himself. this is reality and it's time to live it all, to its fullest. which means not holding back your feelings anymore 'cause apparently luck is on his side and he is going to cherish it in order of it never letting him go.
he often pops up the question on his mind — while he is getting ready in the morning and then sits up for breakfast in the hotel or gets to the studio on time and waits for the other to arrive — he gets one look at him and thinks if luck is not a superstition but instead a person. could it be him who's been missing in his life this entire time? not just for making this band a real thing, for putting them on every radio, creating a chance for every possible award but for also making his heart alive. the blood in his veins pulsates insanely whenever he gets this feeling as if he is the most brilliant person in that room. he feels his heart race beating along the instrumental of each song, earning for it. this urge to live this dream with him, to make him see the starts that he sees whenever his vision goes blurry when he can finally touch him that night and kiss every surface of his skin that is just as hot as his own. no one has ever craved for someone as much as vince does bowen every night, every morning, and every moment they are together.
tonight after another glorious performance in a foreign city with the certainty that they were made for that state and for those crowds, at least they are almost in their hotel suites for a due rest. although that's pretty much the last damn thing on their minds. they couldn't keep their hands off each other ever since they got off stage, bowen put his finger in the hem of the jeans just slightly to push him towards him which sent vince in a spiral. they still had to take pictures for social media, talk to some famous locals who came to their show, and survive the twenty-minute ride from the venue to the hotel but they made it in one piece, and once they finally had no more eyes on them in the elevator they gave up all decorum and anguish — not that they ever have much. vince wanted to make a run for it, grab his hand, and push him towards his suite without thinking twice. however, he did. his hesitation in doing so didn't go unnoticed by bowen and thank god it didn't because he wasn't ready to spend the night alone. "you know much better than to beg for me to kiss you." vince had his eyes closed when he said that, yet he could still picture every detail from bowen's face and also the expression he would make when he opened his eyes again. this was part of their proximity, knowing so well each other's do's and don't's, it was almost engraved on his mind like a tattoo. bowen was unforgettable if only he knew — if only vince could show him.
he was drenched in so much affection with an air that again felt almost mystical. swearing he didn't touch any alcohol that night, not like on the first night he kissed him, but it always felt as though bowen's presence made him drunk and out of touch with reality. maybe that's why they made so much good music together, they wanted that excitement to be perceived by their listeners thinking perhaps they would be just as lucky as they were. with his confidence back and his core irregularly beating up his soul, he opened his eyes again to find that exact expression he had already projected on bowen's face — a smile, mischievous and devious just as he intended to be. the elevator opened at the same time as he grabbed vince's pulse out of there and instead of making that run for it, he walked them slowly out of it with a newfound trust in his senses. then he grabbed his waist back when he tried to bolt for the door of his suite and forced his attention on his lips without needing to close it with his yet. "whenever you want, yeah. you should do it. kiss me yourself, kiss me anywhere, everywhere, all the time. fuck it, just do it." and then he breathed him in, his glamorous scent and diamond eyes but without doing what vince wanted him most because that was his to take it whenever he wanted and right now seemed as if they wanted more than ever.
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i6gyu · 1 year
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ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ Parece cocaína mas é só tristeza👍
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amethvysts · 20 days
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pensando muitos pensamentos sobre esse hc do pipe. especialmente pq se o dia de nascimento disponível na internet tiver certo, nosso querido tem marte em virgem, o que significa que ele realmente gosta de ~servir no entre quatro paredes. 👀
omggg chegou a minha hora! amooo tagarelar sobre astrologia
não só o marte em virgem, mas combinado com a vênus em libra. nossa! ele precisa te agradar. a linguagem de amor dele é realmente atos de serviço e ele nem faz questão de esconder. eu vejo ele como alguém que provavelmente não uma vaaasta experiência, mas isso não significa que ele não tenta coisas novas; se você chegar a insinuar que gosta de coisa x ou y, ele vai fazer. sem hesitação, e a única pergunta que ele te faz é: "tá gostando?"
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w-oozie · 1 year
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rascunho do meu oc exocannis :D
HOYLSD SHIIITTT 1!!!!!!!! TÁ MUITO FODA!!!
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idollete · 1 month
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Como uma gringa olha pra cara desse homem e acha que ele é santo?
Aliás pqp que homem bonito
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amiga, as gringas não entendem NADA sobre homis cafajestes fajutos cachorros e sabe por quê? porque elas não têm o chico coins e nós temos!!!!!!!
só nós brasileiras latinas raízes compreendemos de fato o que simón hempe representa, que é o nosso chico moedas argentino que também é, na verdade, o primeiro carioca nascido na argentina ☝🏻
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syunkiss · 2 months
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i drawed 16 chuuya holding a Dolly (a nostalgic drink from my country that unfortunately is no longer sold)
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sunshyni · 2 months
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Desabafo do dia: eu odeio ser muito insegura. Porque eu nunca sei dizer se eu fiz algo com 100% de mim, porque mesmo que eu ache que me dediquei muito para fazer a coisa, acabo encontrando um “erro” e começo a me torturar porque percebo que nunca sou o suficiente, entendem?? Além de que, eu tô sempre procurando uma coisa só minha (o que é impossível fala sério KKKKKKK) pra me consolar, porque se eu achar um erro em algo que eu fiz, posso apontar pra essa coisa “só minha” e dizer “ah pelo menos eu sei fazer isso” porque nessa coisa em específico eu não preciso me comparar com ninguém.
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lucuslavigne · 2 months
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OH GENTE KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
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herghosting · 7 days
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OPEN STARTER!
Desde os últimos eventos que se sucederam no acampamento, Agnes estava mais em alerta do quê nunca e empunhava a espada em mãos com tanta força que os nós dos dedos estavam mais embranquecidos que o normal. Se mantendo em alerta, a filha de Melinoe olhava para os lados rapidamente a procura de qualquer vestígio, seja dos escorpiões ou das formigas; ela não poderia deixar nenhum desses passar por aí ou criar mais estrago. Ao ouvir um farfalhar de folhas, a semideusa se colocou em alerta e assumiu uma posição de ataque. Caminhando lentamente em direção a origem do som, Agnes pensou em atacar mas tomou um breve curto espaço de tempo para pensar antes de finalmente agir. Como não estava muito longe dos chalés, poderia ser um animal de pequeno porte ou até mesmo algum semideus. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ Eu quase... quase te cortei em dois, sabia? ⎯⎯⎯⎯ Disse baixinho mas ainda assim chamando a atenção do responsável pelo barulho. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ Pelo os deuses, não faça isso de novo. Você tem sorte que eu conto até três antes de finalmente "empalar" algo ou alguém, hein! ⎯⎯⎯⎯ Mesmo sentindo-se um pouco mais relaxada por não precisar travar uma batalha agora, ainda assim, Agnes não relaxou a postura e voltou a observar ao seu redor com destreza de antes.
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docitoos · 2 years
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ㅤㅤ🦧 ๑゚˛𓍊𓋼 🎍 ๑゚˛𓍊𓋼 ๑ 🫘 & All
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