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x3nshit · 11 months

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i dont want a love like the movies. i want a love like they have in sitcoms. playfully roasting each other. every one teasing us when we're together. slowly becoming best friends. like Jake and Amy from Brooklyn Nine-Nine, or Jonah and Amy from Superstore, or Phil and Claire from Modern Family, or Ben and Leslie from Parks and Recreation. Movies say 'happily ever after' but sitcoms show you the after. I want a love like the sitcoms

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wisdomssdaughterr · 2 years

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steve: you just missed the craziest of the crazies! clubs. girls. dancing. naked! mom? argument. police. fleeing the scene. hiding in a dumpster. crashing on your couch for a week ‘cause 🎶 technically I’m homeless 🎶

hopper: jesus christ

#stranger things #steve harrington #jim hopper #stranger things moodboard #parks and rec #jean ralphio #ron swanson #izzy's collections #st moodboard collection

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 7 months

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epitome of love - Jimin drabble

Happy Birthday Jimin!

warnings: Not really a proper fic, just pure fluffy, emo thoughts about the angel that is Jimin. Literally, just a random drabble for Jimin's bday because I love him so much and I don't know how else to express it. Not proofread though. a/n: I wanted to write something a lot proper and planned for his bday but once again school has been maddening and this is all I could do! Anyhoooo, Happy birthday to the prettiest boy

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It was like watching a flower bloom during a pleasant spring morning every time Jimin smiled. The way his eyes turned into crescent moons that disappeared as his plump pink lips curved up lighting up the entire world.

You'd known Jimin since he was a little boy, with the same crescent moon eye, bright smile, and a delicate beauty in every movement. Even through his years of inexplicable anger and hot tears, he had looked nothing less than an angel. Growing alongside him felt like having your own guardian angel next to you.

His tenderness mustn't be mistaken for weakness, for Jimin is arguably one of the strongest humans this earth has seen. For someone who could break a log of wood into two with his bare hands and break stages with his sheer presence, he chose to be kind, polite, grateful and tender.

You had stood on the sidelines watching as the world analyzed him, criticised him, adored him and loved him. You remember the nights he was so fragile from withstanding the sheer intensity of the hate from bystanders who'd never understand the art and love that this angel of a boy and his brothers pour out into the world. On the other hand, you had been blessed enough to witness countless tears of epiphany and insurmountable love that millions of people poured onto him. And how gracefully he soaked it all up and gave it back multifold.

Growing up you'd seen Park Jimin be the constant ray of light through the harshest nights of winter. You'd seen his wax and wane like the moon- thriving on borrowed love and happiness when he tried his best to keep his smile afloat in the rampant wave of hate and pain.

You saw the tears that glistened on his bruised face, patching the pieces of wounded hearts around the world. His ability to illuminate rooms and stadiums across the world with love and joy was also why he crawled into your embrace in a frail state. The way his face still lit up, albeit like the shy sun on a harsh winter day, as his body gave out into exhaustion was proof enough that Jimin was the personification of love and everything good and pure in this world.

You never needed words to define what you felt for him, there was no necessity. Jimin had leaned into your touch since the time you had been playing in a kiddy playground in your diapers. Jimin had held you close, the love flowing out of him like the river of gods as he nursed you back to happiness.

The boy who had sat under the stars, pouring out his adoration for the universe, was the same man under the powerful lights with eyes like fire. He was always the same person and no amount of worldly glamour had stopped him from dragging you out to a hilltop at 6 am to watch a sunset right after a strenuous performance just hours prior.

Jimin stood strong as an oak tree. swaying along like the angelic winds of autumn air and caressing bruised hearts with a single smile through hurricanes and storms. Jimin will continue being everybody's angel and your soul. He is the angel that the universe has lent the earth to spread his wings and light up every side he gazes.

You never needed to be in love with Jimin...

Jimin is Love.

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quolant · 1 year

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ships: leslie knope/ben wyatt

I love you and I like you.

— parks and recreation (2009-2015)

#leslie knope/ben wyatt #parks and recreation #ships #parks and rec #moodboards by bee

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ohmygs-blog · 1 year

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ

texting your boyfriend! jisung

an insight to a relationship with jisung.

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casuallyimagining · 8 months

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Two Hours || myg

otter hybrid yoongi x female reader

Summary: Your neighbor invites you to a work picnic that he's nervous to attend. You promise to only stay for two hours. Word Count: 2,870 Genre: slice of life, fake dating, friends to ???, fluff Warnings: none

Notes: Thank you to @park-jimin-isnt-real for the moodboard above, and to @rec-me-bts for the moodboard below that I used in the teaser. I had so much trouble deciding which one to use where. Also many many thanks to @oddinary4bts and @madbutgloriouspond for beta-ing this for me and for their endless sympathies while I basically had an existential crisis in their dms. Thank you for not telling me I am annoying 💙

The elevator dings and you step onto your floor. Your arm stings from carrying the grocery bags from the garage–they aren’t particularly full, but it’s just heavy enough and just long enough to get your out of shape muscles angry at you. The closer you get to your apartment, the more you notice a banging noise. And when you finally round the corner, you see its source.

Your across-the-hall neighbor, Yoongi, stands outside of his own apartment rattling his door angrily.

“Stuck again?” you ask, fishing out your keys with your free hand.

Yoongi grunts, the small ears on the top of his head pressing into his hair in frustration. Silently, he takes the bags out of your hand while you open your door.

“You should call the landlord again,” you tell him. He follows you inside as if it’s natural. Which, really, it is. This is the fourth time this month his door has jammed, effectively locking him out of his home until a locksmith showed up.

“I’d fix it myself if he’d let me.” He sets the bags on your counter and starts to hand you items. Strawberries, a bottle of coffee creamer, cucumbers and celery. He picks up a box of frozen fish sticks and flips it around to read. “You know this stuff is garbage, right?”

You ignore his commentary on your groceries. “You know Krolmeir’s never going to let you fix it. He’d have to lower your rent.”

He hums, and you can hear the underlying ‘jackass’ in the tone.

“Do you want me to call him?” you asked. Krolmeir–your landlord–likes you way more than he seems to like Yoongi. You’re almost positive you can guess why. But you aren’t afraid to use his skeeviness to your advantage.

“I called him just before you showed up.”

“And he said…?”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Yoongi imitates Krolmeir’s voice–a high-pitched nasally whine more than anything. He rolls his eyes. “So he’ll be here sometime between five minutes from now and next Tuesday.”

You hum sympathetically. “Hang out here until he comes? I’ll make dinner.”

“Are you making fish sticks?”

“Thought about it.” His face scrunches up in disgust, a massive frown parts his lips, revealing his longer than human canine teeth. You laugh and roll your eyes. “I was actually just going to order something. Want to get sushi?”

His eyes light up, but when he speaks, his tone doesn’t match how excited he looks. “Whatever you want to do. I’m the one crashing your evening.”

You wave him off. He should know by now that he’s not imposing. You’ve been neighbors for a few years now. You’d started off just going grocery shopping together–it’s easier to carry groceries when there are two of you–and quickly progressed to taking refuge in each other’s apartments when something went wrong in your own. First, it had been your air conditioning crapping out that had driven you to Yoongi’s apartment to avoid the late-summer heat. Then, his oven stopped working, and he’d hidden in your living room while the landlord and the handyman made the repairs. Back and forth until a friendship had formed.

The sushi arrives and you settle in together on your couch. You prop your door open so that you can hear if the landlord arrives. He takes two bites of his sashimi before Yoongi hums urgently, causing you to pause the show you’d turned on for background noise.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” he says, and you can tell he’s suddenly nervous. “So we’re having a potluck picnic thing at work, and someone decided it would be a great idea to make it mandatory.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah. But I get a plus one, so I was wondering if maybe you’d go with me? Make it a little more tolerable?”

“You want me to go to your dumb company picnic with you?”

“Well, when you say it like that…” Nervously, he pokes at a grain of rice that had fallen off one of his nigiri.

“Sounds like it’s going to be not a lot of fun.”

“Yeah.”

You shrug. “I’m in.”

Yoongi is a ball of nerves as you shift into park. You’re definitely not the first ones here–there’s like ten other cars in the gravel lot, and you can see a large-ish group of people milling about the pavilion just up the hill. He alternates between patting his thigh and picking at the skin around his thumbnail. His ears press into his hair so far you can’t even see them. You know he doesn’t care for his coworkers, but you didn’t know it was this bad. Maybe it’s the crowd, or the fact that so many of his coworkers will be here. You aren’t sure, but you don’t like how affected he is.

You reach over and gently cover his hands with your own. He freezes. “Let’s make a game plan,” you say softly. He hums. “We’ll stay for how long? Two hours? An hour and a half?”

“Two I think. Since it’s mandatory.”

You nod. “Stay for two hours. We’ll talk to people, but if it starts to be too much, let me know.”

For a moment, he’s quiet. But then, he nods. “Let’s do this.”

You carry the dessert Yoongi made–partially because you’re a little worried he might drop it from nerves–and he sticks by your side. He’s got one hand in his pocket, but he’s so close that the other brushes against you every few steps.

The closer you get, the more the people in the pavilion notice you. You watch as one by one, then a few at a time, they watch you approach. And suddenly, you understand why Yoongi’s uncomfortable. Eventually, someone comes scuttling toward you.

“Hi Yoongi!” she calls, waving enthusiastically as she approaches.

“Oh. Hey Liz.” He presses closer. “We uh… we brought tiramisu.”

The woman–Liz–takes the container out of your hands. You make a small noise of protest, but she’s already gone, back up the hill to the pavilion and everyone else.

“Yoongi and his girlfriend brought dessert,” you hear her announce.

“Oh, tiramisu? Nice!” someone else–you can’t see who–says.

“No way. I thought he was going to bring something fishy.” Someone else, you can see them and you make a note that you hate them, laughs. A few others chuckle, too, and you also hate them.

They’re still laughing when you get to the pavilion. You’re introduced to each of them by finding out what they brought, and honestly, you don’t remember most of their names. It’s David that made the comment about the fish, so you’re sure to memorize his name so you can hate him fully. David’s dating Yoongi’s manager, Marcus, who apparently brought chicken that is very good. There’s Alison, who brought naan, and Rabia who brought chutney to go with it. And Donghyun brought some sort of seven layer dip.

For the most part, none of them talk to you. It quickly becomes clear that these people aren’t friends. Certainly, they aren’t friends with Yoongi, but they aren’t friends at all. They talk to each other, but it’s clear that this is just another mandatory work thing for them, and they don’t want to be here. You’re honestly a little glad that they leave you alone. None of them seem particularly nice. Or interesting.

So you grab food. And you sit together at a table far away from where the rest of the group is lingering.

“One hour, 45 minutes to go,” Yoongi mumbles, and you snort in laughter, almost choking on the naan you’d just taken a bite of.

“Maybe it won’t be so-”

“Mind if I sit?” You’re interrupted by a bright voice, and when you look, Liz is standing beside Yoongi, holding a plate of food.

You look to Yoongi and he makes a face that says he really doesn’t want her to sit with you. But he says nothing, simply gestures to the other side of the table. Which, of course, she takes as an invitation to sit right beside him. He practically squeaks in distress and scoots slightly over so that there’s a bit of space between them.

“I have to be honest,” Liz begins, oblivious. “No one really expected you to bring anyone. We kind of all just assumed you were single, you know?” He hums, but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge what she’s saying. Briefly, you consider correcting her–you aren’t dating–but she continues before you can even consider a polite way to address the situation. “How long have you known each other? How’d you meet?”

“Years.” He doesn’t even look at her to answer her, his focus on pushing his food around on his plate. His current victim is the seven layer dip he’s stabbing with a tortilla chip.

“We’re neighbors,” you add, hoping that maybe if you answer her questions, she’ll shut up and leave you alone.

Liz nods enthusiastically. “That’s so cute! You guys are cute.”

“I’m going to grab a drink,” Yoongi announces suddenly, standing up. “Do you want anything?”

“Surprise me.”

He nods and leaves you alone with Liz. “I’m serious,” she laughs. “When we were all told we could bring a plus-one, I don’t think anyone expected Yoongi to bring someone. He’s usually so quiet around everyone at work.”

You’ve lost patience with her quickly. You aren’t quite sure what it is, but every time she opens her mouth to speak, it grates on your nerves. “Sometimes, he only talks when he thinks it’s worth his time.” You shrug and make eye contact with her.

Her smile falters very briefly, but then she recovers and it’s like nothing changed. “He talks to me, though,” she continues, as if you’d said nothing. “Mostly about new album releases and stuff.” You work at a music store, you think. But you let her keep talking. “He knows so much about music. He played the piano for me once.”

You hum and say nothing, craning your neck so you can look around her to see where Yoongi’s gotten to. He’s at the end of the pavilion, distracted by Marcus, his manager.

“He’s really good,” Liz gushes. “Like, really good. He used to want to be a music teacher–did you know that? He told me-”

You tune her out. Of course, you know that he plays the piano. You’ve seen the brown upright that sits in his living room, never dusty because he plays it too much. You often hear the soft melodies that travel through the walls at night when he can’t sleep. He’d even told you about wanting to be a music teacher–a long-dead dream that he’d abandoned in his early 20s. You wish he hadn’t, he had the patience of a saint and he was one of the smartest people you knew. But you also understand how needlessly cruel the world can be sometimes.

Finally, Yoongi returns, balancing a plate and two bottles of beer. He sits one of the bottles in front of you and, with a flourish, places the plate between you. “Someone made hotteok,” he says gleefully, nudging a pancake in your direction. “They aren’t hot, but Marcus said they were really good.”

He picks one up, gives it a satisfied pat. A wide, gummy smile spreads across his lips and his eyes crinkle in delight. He pats the pancake again a few more times, before nudging the plate toward you. It’s got one more hotteok on it, and a scoop of the tiramisu trifle Yoongi’d made.

Liz makes a noise of annoyance, and the look on her face says that she’s not happy she’s being ignored. But she plasters on a smile when Yoongi looks over at her.

“Oh. Liz,” he says softly, one hand still gently patting his hotteok. “I didn’t realize you were still here.”

Her face falls. “I was just leaving.”

She leaves her plate behind.

He watches after her, eyes wide as she goes to join the group currently surrounding a bluetooth speaker. It’s blasting some sort of 90s pop song–you assume they’ve got a playlist going on someone’s phone.

“That was weird,” Yoongi says finally. “She’s normally really nice.”

You hum and lie. “Maybe she’s having a bad day.”

And as tactless as you think Liz is, you want to believe that’s true. You’ve heard plenty of stories of her, how she’s the only coworker that Yoongi actually likes, how she’s nice to him, how she actually seems to be interested in what he has to say. You don’t trust her, but you hope for Yoongi’s sake that she’s just off her game today.

Maybe if he clarified that you weren’t dating, it would help.

He doesn’t make any effort to do that, though, not even when Rabia brings around a QR code for you to scan to add songs to the playlist they’ve got going.

“Thought maybe you and your girlfriend would want to add some songs,” she says, offering a small smile. She waits patiently while Yoongi scans the code on her phone, and then she disappears again, back to the group over by the speaker.

“She seems nice,” you say, watching as he types into his phone and picks a couple songs.

Yoongi shrugs. “I’ve met her like twice? She works nights.”

After a second, he hands you his phone, open to some music website you’ve never heard of. You carefully consider what you might want to add. The site doesn’t let you see what else is in the playlist, so you aren’t sure what songs Yoongi picked, let alone what the others have queued up. But you pick two of your favorites that you think would be fun and hand him his phone back.

Apparently, the playlist is on shuffle, because a few songs later, you recognize the opening beats of one of the songs you chose. Immediately, Yoongi perks up, his little ears on alert as he listens. It takes all of about three seconds for him to break into a grin.

He’d introduced you to this band back when you first started grocery shopping together. You were driving, he was playing music on his phone. They were his favorite, a small hip-hop group made up of three dog hybrids. It wasn’t common for hybrids to make it in really any industry, so the fact that these guys did and their music was good? You couldn’t deny they had quickly become some of your favorite artists, too.

He sways a little with the music, his eyes closed. He looks content. You smile watching him, rest your chin on his hands. You’re happy you came, you determine.

Two hours fly faster than you thought they would. And when you point out that you’ve hit your promised limit and ask if Yoongi’s ready to go, he immediately nods. So you stand, say your goodbyes. His coworkers make a big deal of you leaving so soon. Liz tries to hug Yoongi before you leave, but he dodges her by grabbing another hotteok–though whether it was a purposeful deflection or just a happy accident, you aren’t sure.

He barely speaks until you’re in the car and halfway back to your apartment building. He shifts around in his seat, digging around in his pocket. He pulls out a rock–his favorite rock, you note–and rolls it around in his hand.

“Thanks,” he says quietly. “For coming with me. I uh… I’m sorry I didn’t tell them we weren’t dating.”

You frown, and when you slow to a stop at the next redlight, you turn to look at him. “You don’t have to apologize for that. If it made the situation even a little easier, it’s totally fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean, when am I going to see these people again?” The light turns green and you hit the gas. “Let them think whatever they want. You wanna come back in eight months and tell them we’re married? Go for it.”

“I-I don’t…”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

He nods. “I appreciate it.”

The car falls silent, the only sounds coming from the radio–Yoongi’s phone connected to the aux cord. He continues to toy with the rock, rubbing it between his fingers and tapping it against the armrest on the door. It takes only minutes to pull into the garage under your building, and even less to find a spot.

While you’re waiting for the elevator to return to the garage, he says your name so softly, you almost don’t hear it over the whirring of the cables and machinery.

“Here,” he says, reaching out and grabbing your hand. Carefully, he presses his rock into your palm.

You look at him, confused. “Yoongi, I…” He loves this rock. He’d never said exactly where he found it, but it’s a little round and very smooth, and you’ve seen him pat his pockets down on numerous occasions to make sure he has it with him.

“Take it. Please. I… As a thank you.” He doesn’t look at you, his face flushed a shade of light pink.

You nod and close your fingers around the rock. You’ll have to find somewhere nice to put it. And maybe, someday, you can find him a new one to replace it.

I'd love to know what you thought! I had been considering making this longer, but I thought leaving it open might be a little more fun. if you're interested, I may do a part two later? idk let me know if you're feeling a part two. thank you again to yav and jay for the moodboards. they're both so pretty.

#yoongi #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #hybrid yoongi #hybrid yoongi x reader #hybrid min yoongi #hybrid min yoongi x reader #hybrid bts #hybrid bts x reader #bts hybrid au #yoongi hybrid au #yoongi hybrid #yoongi hybrid x reader

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sweetercalypso · 3 months

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NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST

Friends, followers, and strangers alike, you’re all invited to take part in my 1.5k movie night celebration happening from Jan 18 - Jan 21. Feel free to send as many prompts as you like, but please send each request in a separate ask.

There aren’t enough words to say how grateful I am for all of you, but please know that I’m glad you’re here!! Grab some popcorn, send in some asks, and enjoy!!

🍿—;; tell me your favorite movie and I’ll tell you which tlou character you remind me of!!

🎬 —;; give me a character + a movie and I’ll write an au drabble (ex. Joel Miller and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days)

🥀 —;; give me a character + a movie and I’ll make an au moodboard (ex. Ellie Williams and Jurassic Park)

🎥 —;; give me a character + a trope/mood and I’ll give you three fic recs (ex. Abby Anderson and friends to lovers)

🎞️—;; mutuals send me this and I’ll tell you which movie I think you’d fit into!!

📼 —;; cym, fmk, would you rather, or any other games you can think of!! Or just stop by and say hello!! Ask me anything!!

tagging a few lovely mutuals below the cut:

@softlyspector @swiftispunk @amanitacowboy @tightjeansjavi @absgrl @pascalpvnk @gracieheartsspedro @psychedelic-ink @joelsgreys @bearsbeetsbeskar @beskarandblasters @clawdee @janaispunk @wethairjoel @wannab-urs @joelsversion @chai-berries @daydreamingmiller @undrthelights @ilovepedro @hier--soir @cool-iguana @atinylittlepain @ohlawdthebirds @heartfairy @dilfspitdrinker @cavillscurls @chaotic-mystery @sp00kymulderr @againstacecilia @adora-but-ginger @d3arapril @kiwisbell @planet-marz1 @covetyou @morallyinept @whore4abby @mrsquill @mrsmando @demonjoel @ems-chaos-corner @joelsranchbaby @joelsgreenflannel @cinnnamongrl @circe-is-struggling @cinnamonmilf @perotovar @worldwidegirlhood @sweetenerobert @pedroshotwifey

#sweetercalypso’s 1.5k movie night #follower celebration #the last of us

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a-beautiful-fool · 6 months

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♡hi! i’m lou ♡

╰┈➤ [BASIC INFO] my name is lou but i also loooove nicknames, she/her, i’m a minor (15+), a middle child, bisexual mess, certified ADHD haver, infjt, bilingual, scorpio, swiftie, marauders lover (NOT HP!!), book nerd, true crime junkie, im horrible at tagging things, im obsessed with renee rapp, snoopy is life, and im constantly listening to music <3

~~hobbies~~

⭑ playing guitar ⭑ writing music ⭑ reading ⭑ swimming ⭑ journaling ⭑ skateboarding ⭑ binging true crime ⭑ drawing ⭑ listening to music ⭑

~~music~~

⭑ taylor swift ⭑ gracie abrams ⭑ maisie peters ⭑ sabrina carpenter ⭑ conan gray ⭑ lana del rey ⭑ the backseat lovers ⭑ renee rapp⭑ boygenius ⭑ olivia rodrigo ⭑ noah kahan ⭑ claire rosinkranz ⭑ harry styles ⭑ chappell roan ⭑ 5sos ⭑ tate mcrae ⭑ artic monkeys ⭑ cigarettes after sex ⭑ girl in red ⭑ and so many more ⭑

~~shows~~

⭑ heatstopper ⭑ criminal minds ⭑ brooklyn 99 ⭑ the good place ⭑ parks & rec ⭑ never have i ever ⭑ ghost files ⭑ pjo ⭑ superstore ⭑ modern family ⭑

~~movies~~

⭑ legally blonde ⭑ clueless ⭑ 10 thing i hate about you ⭑ miss americana ⭑ knives out 1 & 2 ⭑ the princess bride ⭑ mean girls ⭑ little women ⭑

~~books~~

⭑ percy jackson ⭑ the book thief ⭑ the outsiders ⭑ the 7 husbands of evelyn hugo ⭑ heartstopper graphic novels ⭑ the fault in our stars ⭑ sherlock holmes ⭑ better than the movies ⭑ harry potter (f**k jkr!!) ⭑ the inheritance games ⭑ little women ⭑ nancy drew ⭑ agggtm ⭑ a series of unfortunate events ⭑

~~links~~

⭑ moodboard masterlist ⭑ my spotify account ⭑ my snoopy sideblog ⭑

🤍my inbox is always open!! however i am horrible about responding in a timely manner i am so sorry!!🤍

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"I Hate It Here- Taylor Swift”

01:57 ━━━━●───── 04:04

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#intro post

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owoc-moodboards · 3 months

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park seonghwa

the guy who grew up looking at the sky, now lives there

(for @minholing)

moodboard and wallpaper asks/recs open!

#lyric from matz by ateez!#ateez #8 makes 1 team #atiny #seonghwa #park seonghwa #kpop #moodboard #kpop moodboard #ateez moodboard #aesthetic #ITS BAD BCS OF THE COLORING ON THE CORNER PICS BUT IGNORE 😭😭

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mattandtrey-advent · 5 months

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🧦 Stocking Filler Challenge

Until 26 Nov, we’re collecting Matt and/or Trey-themed wishes! Use our askbox to leave a wish (anon is on, but only one wish per person please - we're running on the honor system!) We will post all wishes in a wishlist on 1 Dec and anyone is welcome to fulfil those wishes at any point before 31 Dec. We'll reblog fulfilled wishes here and there will be no expectation to reveal yourself as the wish-marker, though you're welcome to if you like!

SCHEDULE 18-26 Nov: Wish submission period 1 Dec: Wishlist published! 31 Dec: Last day to fulfil wishes

GUIDELINES FOR WISHERS

Wishes should relate to Matt and/or Trey or their creations—e.g. South Park, BASEketball. It doesn’t have to be holiday themed.

Try to keep your wish under 250 characters in length.

Please only wish for SFW things. Wishes can involve ships.

No fanfiction or physical items. (We don’t have the capacity to check fics fulfil wishes and don’t encourage address sharing.)

Be aware that your wish could be fulfilled by any Tumblr user.

If you’re stuck for wish ideas, here are some to get your imagination going: gif sets, art, playlists, pics of someone’s SP collection, blog or fic recs, moodboards, meta, picspams, memes, list of facts about [topic], fan stories, quizzes, fancams to certain songs, icon sets, blog headers, beta readers, tarot reading for [character], headcanon lists!

Info on fulfilling wishes will be included when the wish list is posted. You do not have to fulfil a wish to leave one. Gifts are not guaranteed, though we will share the list as widely as we can!

#stocking fillers #guidelines #matt stone #trey parker

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