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hongthoven · 1 month
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PLEASE. TELL ME PLEASE THAT YOU’VE SEEN THE HONGJOONG VLOG. I NEED TO SCREAM. HIS BARE FACE BEAUTY, HIS DRIVING !!!!!, HIM IN THE STUDIO, HIM WORKING OUT. GOD IM SO INSANE.
Girl.
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Picture this, I was getting ready to go out and drive for an hour to visit my parents when the vlog came out and I almost swallowed my lipstick out of absolute shock!??
WHERE TO BEGIN? WHAT TO SAY?
At first I thought it was a holiday vlog from his pov and I was like "Oh hell no I am NOT going through this again???" (while still proceeding to play the vlog because who am I if not his bitch? truly).
But nothing could have possibly prepared me for ALL OF THIS?
The bareface? Who looks THIS good first thing in the morning? This is ridiculous. For real ???
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When he's picking out his clothes for the day and he just stands there in a black tank top like???? When I tell you I felt like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time???? These shoulders. Those arms. Sir. SIR. I AM. ASKING. RESPECTFULLY.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
When he puts on that polo shirt and wonders why it shrank so bad? My love. Honey. Sweetie. Absolute love of my life. I don't think that shirt shrank. I think WE MUST CLOSE THE FUCKING GYMS.
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The driving got me collapsing to the floor. Literally. I just slipped from my couch and sat on the floor from the moment he was behind the wheel. Had to pause to send hysterical vocal messages to my best friends and scream about it. Thank god they KNOW how much I was dreading the day I would see Hongjoong driving.
It was quite the experience. Soul left body. I crumbled.
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Reverse parking? Singing while parking? Looking THIS hot while driving? My brain spiraled so quickly it got me spinning.
He is insane.
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Then off to the studio we go?? I think us pyeongies collectively have that fantasy about getting railed into Hongjoong's studio and I can't even tell how many times I have pictured myself on that couch behind him. So to see him have a casual nap there? I was HOWLING AT THE FUCKING MOON IN BROAD DAYLIGHT.
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The part when he's doing the voiceover cause the audio was fucked up-- he's so very dear to me. So very dear. He's the most perfect man to ever walk this Earth and I can't believe I got lucky enough to be born in his Era. Will forever be thankful.
I love him. so. fucking. much.
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We truly are his sugar babies because we get SPOILED every damn week with this man. It was a tough job sitting in front of my parents while reminiscing every part of this vlog. I definitely dissociated half of the time.
I need to see it again. The dopamine it brought me was fucking crazy too? He gave me the strength to carry on and to actually do things which is precisely why he is my role model (as well as a soulmate). I could go on and on and on about how much and why I love this man but I'll just end this here. I feel so lucky to have him as the most perfect human to look up to.
Now gonna try not to think too much of the work-out shots and just---- yeah that man knew what he was doing. "this is a good angle right?" my brother in Christ------ I just-----
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I may need a couple hours to myself to deal with this.
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music-in-my-veins14 · 2 years
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To the cross I will run for all my Savior has done I will stay here, never move on No other moment in time, so glorious so divine I will stay here, never move on
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disteal · 7 months
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i love having adult horse girl friends. I’ll send them a 100x100px crunchy ass jpeg of a random brown horse and be like “thought of u🐴” and I can literally feel their sims relationship bar fill up in real time
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hymnsofheresy · 1 year
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everytime i tell europeans my favorite cuisine is texmex & sonoran they are like “American bastardized Mexican food?” and i feel like im going insane. its not bastardized. its their fucking cuisine.
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lovestory · 2 months
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i'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home
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thetrashiestbaby · 10 months
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hairmetal666 · 5 months
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Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.
Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.
Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.
It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.
It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.
Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.
It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.
They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.
They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.
"What." Eddie says.
"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.
"Me?"
"You like dnd?"
He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.
"Doubt it," the boy says.
Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.
The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.
"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"
Dustin shrugs. "Steve."
"Steve?"
Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."
"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.
He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"
"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."
Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.
They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.
It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.
Steve.
"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.
Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"
"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.
"Um, the kids?"
And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.
"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."
Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.
"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."
Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."
"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."
Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."
"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"
Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."
Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."
"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."
"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.
"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."
"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."
"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."
"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.
"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"
Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.
He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.
And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.
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bigfatbreak · 6 months
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"what's the biggest difference in Tom's character in the dad villain au" you've never seen a papa-bear go so grizzy mode so fast
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dazais-crab-addiction · 8 months
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Tonight I learned that my 20 yr old partner has never played chess and doesn't know how to play chess. This is mind boggling to me. They claim its not weird for people to not know anything about chess so I. I need to see. Please.
Okay so, I made a mistake in not elaborating the meaning of the options. You do not have to be good or know what you are doing in the slightest to pick that you have played before. The middle three options are for your understanding of the game having never played it at all. The reason there's a percentage on the last option is because my partner made a tumblr so they could pick it because they think they are hilarious.
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yuki119 · 6 months
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how we doing callowmoore nation??
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clouvu · 10 days
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Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine
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thecoolertails · 9 months
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too many books written by people who don't read books and only read fanfic. to counteract this there should be more fanfic made by people who don't read fanfic and only read books
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music-in-my-veins14 · 2 years
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To the cross I will run for all my Savior has done I will stay here, never move on No other moment in time, so glorious, so divine I will stay here, never move on
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crowleylesbian · 8 months
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“crowleys gonna reject aziraphale in s3🥺‼️” crowley would walk on his hands and knees 1000 miles through a desert of broken glass for just the chance to hang out with aziraphale. be serious.
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raepliica · 11 months
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flustered woowoo😔🫶
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zombie-bait · 8 months
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The best part of tumblr imo is very much the niche shit you find on here. Like yeah "fandom" is mainstream these days, the internet is flooded with Star Wars content but where the fuck else am I supposed to find the most unhinged gay shitposts about the old men from 2000s hit tv show House MD. Who in the year of our lord 2023 is thinking about Ben from Lost?? ME and 12 other incredible ppl on this hellsite, that's who
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