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kpoptimeout · 1 month
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K-Pop Debuts and Comebacks for the Third Week of Mar 2024 (Mar 11 - Mar 17 2024)
Mar 11
CHUNG HA - EENIE MEENIE ft. Hongjoong of ATEEZ
Dancing queen CHUNG HA kicks off her first comeback since leaving MNH Entertainment in this catchy hip-hop collaboration with ATEEZ's talented leader and producer Hongjoong!
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HIGHLIGHT - BODY
2nd gen idols B2ST/HIGHLIGHT return in this addictive and fun track!
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TEMPEST - LIGHTHOUSE
Rising boy band TEMPEST return in this more mature outing!
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Mar 12
WENDY - Wish You Hell
RED VELVET's main vocal WENDY is back solo in this catchy pop track.
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Mar 13
BAE173 - Fifty-Fifty
Underrated boy band BAE173 shows they are ready for the big stage in this powerful performance!
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LUN8 - SUPER POWER
Fantagio's rookie group LUN8 returns in a highly replayable TikTok-ready dance pop track!
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VVUP - Doo Doom Chit
Multiracial girl group VVUP debuts in this confident performance!
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Mar 14
YooA - Rooftop
OH MY GIRL's YooA returns with a solo track that exudes girlboss energy!
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Mar 15
SEVENUS - Want you back
MASC's Heejae and Ireah return again as SEVENUS in this sweet track!
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V - FRI(END)S
BTS' V releases an ode to situationships.
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Mar 16
No releases.
Mar 17
No releases.
What is your favourite song of the week?
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minzbins · 1 month
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HANBIN LIGHTHOUSE / 240321
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dinhui · 2 months
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yixinghoneybee · 1 month
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My favourite songs from March (in no particular order):
Fifty-Fifty - BAE173 His Car Isn't Yours - WENDY SUPER POWER - LUN8 HEYDAY - XODIAC Switch On - HIGHLIGHT BOX - NCT DREAM LIGHTHOUSE - TEMPEST Broken Heart - AMPERS&ONE BAD - Kim Nam Joo ON MY LIPS - ICHILLIN'
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jebeplanet · 1 month
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ZB1 SUNG HANBIN + TEMPEST HYEONGSEOP & HANBIN ✧ TikTok Update ✧ "LIGHTHOUSE" Challenge
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ietempest · 1 month
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mishalogic · 2 years
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On this huge rock, err I stand, calmly life I have in hand. Storm and tempest above may rage, Oh, life be though mine, A liththous on this awesome stage! Keeping others safe is my desire, with my being there, I have the power like that to stop a raging fire ... Misha
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fragileheartbeats · 4 months
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⌗ 𝘑𝘑𝘒 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮? ( ♡ )
— 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪, 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪, 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝘠𝘶𝘵𝘢 <3
˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | 五条 悟 ─ 𓇼
When Satoru Gojo loves, it's like a tempestuous dance of wit and charm. His love is a symphony of playful banter and passionate embraces. His eyes hold the secrets of a thousand stars, and his touch ignites the very essence of your being. In the quiet moments, he whispers sonnets of adoration, and in the chaos, his laughter is the melody that soothes your soul. With him, love is an adventure, an uncharted territory that he's eager to explore with you, hand in hand, through the trials and triumphs of life.
𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒 恵 ─ 𔒌
Megumi's love is a sonnet of gentle whispers and soulful gazes. His affection is like a melody, soft and haunting, weaving its way into the very fabric of your being. He expresses his love through words, each one a testament to the depth of his feelings. With him, love is a quiet symphony, where every note resonates with the promise of understanding and unwavering support.
𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 | 虎杖 悠仁 ─ 𓐐𓎩
Yuji's love is a ballad of laughter and playful affection. His love is a dance, filled with joy and lighthearted moments that linger in your heart. He expresses his affection through kindness, each one a reflection of his boundless energy and unwavering loyalty. With him, love is an adventure, where every step is a testament to the strength of his love and the depth of his devotion.
𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 | 宿儺 ─ 𓇢𓆸
Sukuna's love is like a forbidden sonnet, dark and intense. His affection is a double-edged sword, dangerous and all-consuming. In his eyes, you see the storm of centuries past, but within it, there's a tempestuous passion that threatens to unravel your resolve. His touch is a promise of protection, and his gaze, a whispered confession of possessiveness. To love him is to dance on the edge of darkness, where danger and desire intertwine in a hauntingly beautiful ballet.
𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 | 七海 建人 ─ ☘︎
Kento's love is a gentle melody, composed of unwavering support and quiet devotion. His affection is a steady lighthouse in the tempest of life, guiding you home with every glance and touch. He expresses his love through tenderness, each one a testament to his undying commitment. With him, love is a tranquil river, flowing with the promise of constancy and security, where every ripple tells the story of a love that stands the test of time.
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 | 夏油 傑 ─ 𓆉
Geto's love is a tapestry of shared silences and stolen glances. His affection is like a vintage love letter, filled with wisdom and longing. He expresses his devotion through the gift of time, sharing quiet sunsets and starlit nights with you. His love is a sanctuary, a place where your vulnerabilities are cherished, and your dreams take flight. With him, love is a journey of understanding, where every moment is a verse in an epic poem written just for you.
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒甚爾 ─ 𓆤
Toji's love is a sonnet of subtle gestures and unspoken emotions. His love is like a rare flower, blooming in the most unexpected places. He expresses his love through tender touches and silent reassurances, each one a confession of his unyielding devotion. With him, love is a secret garden, where every whispered promise and stolen moment is a testament to the depth of his feelings for you.
𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 | 脹相 ─ 𖤣𖥧
Choso's love is like a carefully crafted poem, each word a reflection of his understanding of your heart. He expresses his love through giving, each gift a token of his adoration and appreciation. With him, love is a canvas waiting to be painted, where every stroke of his affection creates a masterpiece of cherished moments and treasured memories.
𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 | 乙骨 憂太 ─ ✉
Yuta's love is a gentle hymn, filled with compassion and understanding. His affection is like a warm embrace, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and acceptance. He expresses his love through quiet moments and heartfelt conversations, each one a testament to his unwavering support and unyielding strength. With him, love is a haven, where every breath is a reminder of the depth of his feelings and the beauty of his soul.
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@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.
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merakiui · 1 month
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perverse phantasmagoria: a tentacular theatre for the timid.
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yandere!azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, mentions of death/murder, obsession note - something short to satisfy the craving for shadow monster azul.
The monster under your bed is a marvelous magician.
Most marvelous indeed—for he can ensorcell with all manner of fantastical tricks! In flickering candlelight, shapes shift in shadow—a rabbit hopping to and fro or a bird taking flight in a flurry of feathers. A ship sinking in a sinister sea or a worm wriggling through soil. Illusions waltz upon your wall in a graceful ballet, a comforting distraction meant to soothe you to sleep when you grow somnolent.
You are the only one to witness the magnificence of this tentacular theatre. It is confined within the cubic space that is your bedroom, a nightly display projected onto the walls and ceiling, just beyond the curtains of your creaky four-poster bed. He entertains until you’re properly heavy-eyed, slipping through the slivers of reality into fruitful slumber.
While cradled in a sea of sheets, buoyed by curious, curling limbs, you dream of devilish pleasures—of treacherous temptations so visceral they would certainly scandalize the sisters at the church.
The monster under your bed never utters a word, but you know he is there.
He is cold and calm like Death, yet merciful and mystical like an angel. He carries with him odors of the ocean, enveloping you in his briny embrace every night. Tentacles loop gently around your body, sliding beneath silken nightwear, and he plays in the same skillful way he manipulates shadow. You’re strung along the highs and lows of bodily bliss, rocked gently by a creature who dwells in the darkness.
The monster under your bed does not possess a true form, but he holds bright shallows in his eyes.
Shapeless and transient, wavering through dozens of features, he mesmerizes with his stunning hues. They blink at you in the darkness, twin beacons set into a towering lighthouse. You reach for him, pushing past pitch-black phantasmagoria, and beg to see his face. He swallows all light sources, so you will never truly know if there is anything more to those beautiful blues.
The monster under your bed does not have a name, so you call him Azul. Much like his eyes when they pin you to the bed, the name sticks.
A terrible tempest rages outside, rattling the windows in their frames, battering the glass like bullets, and howling through the trees in a most fearsome gale. You lie in your bed, wide-awake and disturbed, and gaze at the canopy. Lightning cracks across the sky in a violent arc, brightening your room for a single second. The thunder follows, rumbling in deep, foreboding notes. With a shiver, you pull your duvet up to your chin. Fear is encroaching. You steel yourself, steady your pounding heart, and inhale sharply.
The monster under your bed is gentle.
He has never hurt you and you suspect he never will. But he is vindictive, a dangerous force who lurks in forgotten corridors and corners during the day. Though he remains out of light’s reach, avoiding the sun’s fingers as they spill in from windows with parted curtains, nothing escapes his glance. He is always watching. You can feel it.
The monster under your bed is brilliant pest control.
He rids the manor of rats and insects alike, swabs the ceilings of cobwebs. He feasts on venomous spiders and snakes, blood drained from carcasses small and large. Trespassers wander far enough to find themselves tangled in the tendrils of a beast. Skeletons snap and shatter in his grasp, so startlingly fast and brutal. There isn’t a scream. No tears. He does not grant them the permission to confess last words.
Flesh rots away, stripped clean from the bone. There is no distinction to be made here. Suitors are trespassers. Thieves are trespassers. Trespassers are trespassers, and they will die as such.
The monster under your bed has a sweet tooth, a discovery you’ve only recently determined. You plate pastries and slide them under your bed, and the porcelain china is returned by morning, licked clean of crumbs.
For all of his mysterious qualities, the monster under your bed is your paramour.
“Azul,” you whisper, your voice much louder in disconcerting quiet. “Are you there, Azul?”
Shadows slither up the expanse of your mattress, crawling over wrinkled linens, to meet you in the gloom. The tip of a tentacle nudges your cheek. The monster—your monster—is here.
“A detective came by today…” Blue meets you in the dark, snapped open at once. “To inquire about a select few.”
He blinks, offering silence as his stubborn reply.
“Missing lords and ladies. They say my manor is cursed and that it is these very disappearances that keep the grounds so lush. An immature accusation.” You search the shadows for a response. “You mustn’t send them to their graves, Azul.”
Another tentacle peels the duvet back to find your hand. It fits into your palm, wrapped tight like a bow on a present. Slowly and slyly, more appendages rise from the space beneath your bed to coil around your person. They massage soothing circles into your skin, exploring eagerly and peppering your flesh in frigid kisses. The effect is soporific. You slacken against the sheets, eyes fluttering shut.
“Mmh… Azul, I’m quite serious…” You close your hand around the tentacle. “You mustn’t—oh!” Your legs are yanked apart then, and a thick tentacle presses up between your thighs. You peer into his narrowed eyes. If you could see his mouth, you’re certain it’d be turned down in a petulant pout. “Won’t you listen to me?”
The tentacles curled around your thighs constrict. He teases your special spot, fine-tuning your body to sing the sweetest of songs. Two more attach to your chest like lecherous leeches, tweaking your nipples under soft suckers. You sigh, pent-up emotions unfurling from their ravel. Lightning flashes again, the rain insistent, and so he drapes a tentacle over your eyes.
“There’s no need to do that.” You run your fingers over it, but you don’t pull it off. “I want to see you. I want to hear your voice. Tell me—” you whine in relief when he pushes in, your anatomy accustomed to his size after months of midnight whimsy— “Let me… Oh, won’t you speak to me, Azul? Tell me—promise me you won’t act so callous the next time I welcome visitors.”
“Intruders,” he finally answers. Despite the malice shot through those three syllables, it is a musical intonation. His voice is deep and dulcet, tickling your ears in the best way.
“You’re being rather unfair in your narrow-minded assessment.”
“And you are not narrow-minded enough,” comes his rumbling reply, synced flawlessly with the thunder just outside. “I shall protect you and this property for as long as I continue to exist. That is my priority.”
Your lips part in a retort, but all that comes out is a shuddering sigh.
“Visitors are not villains,” you manage after you’ve found your voice. “P-Please—aah—be kind… You mustn’t hurt them. They’re—haa—only visitors. I promise you I’m safe.”
“Visitors are the same as intruders. They’re unwanted. Unnecessary. Nuisances. Pests.”
Azul rocks the tentacle deeper inside you. Your nails dig into the one in your hand, and you heave a wobbly sort of groan.
“I won’t arg—ooh—won’t argue with you. I only ask that you understand. They are not dangers.”
“They are,” he snaps, pistoning roughly. You cry out when he pierces a specific spot nestled within. “They will take you away from me. Poison your head with foolish ideas. Destroy our home…”
“T-That will never happen. Not if I can help it.”
Another beat of lightning. Thunder follows suit. Gingerly, he lifts the tentacle veiling your visage. Blue blinks back at you.
“Promise.”
His whisper is broken and sad. Strangely, your heart aches.
“Only if you promise to cease your slaughter. It’s not—” A tentacle presses against your mouth, silencing you. When it draws away to give you another chance, you sigh, knowing just what to say. “Thank you…for protecting me, Azul.”
Satisfied with your submission, he smooths his pace out into slow, sensual lovemaking. You ride the waves of mutual merriment alongside him, no longer fearing the raging storm beyond your room. The world shrinks down to fit inside your bedroom, where paradise is found in the sheets, and nothing else matters here. Swathed safely in shadow, wrapped around the monster under your bed, you drift off into sleepy delirium.
He remains, ever-present like a parasite, the sole actor standing on the stage in this thrilling, tentacular theatre.
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buckhelped · 7 months
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𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹
Only when he, crowned in cockle shells, with slithering, tentacled tail and steaming beard, take up his fell, be-finnéd arm, his coral-tined trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through your gullet, bursting ye, a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted, bloody film now.
The Lighthouse (2019) dir. Robert Eggers
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leovenuslatina · 6 months
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Dear you 💖
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a love letter from your fs 💝
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psa - this PAC is a little different this is more a channeled message than a tarot reading enjoy!
𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ
* take a deep cleansing breathe
and pick a pile that calls to you *
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pile 1
𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ
Dear pile one, I am absolutely thrilled to express my utter joy and excitement at the mere thought of being in your presence. It feels like an exhilarating adventure filled with endless possibilities. When I am with you, time seems to stand still as we embark on an enchanting journey of love and inspiration. Your warmth and comfort embrace me like a cozy blanket, providing solace to my weary soul. Every moment spent together is cherished, as we create unforgettable memories and share the deepest of conversations. Your companionship brings out the best version of myself, igniting a flame within that cannot be extinguished. In your delightful company, I find solace, encouragement, and a sense of belonging that surpasses all expectations. Pile one, you are my safe haven where happiness thrives and dreams come alive – and for that, I am eternally grateful.
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pile 2
𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ
Oh "Dear Pile Two, You Complete Me" - how you fill my life with joy and clutter! As I gaze upon your haphazardly stacked papers, misplaced knick-knacks, and random odds and ends, I can't help but feel an inexplicable sense of fulfillment. You are like the missing puzzle piece to my organized chaos. Who needs a meticulously tidy workspace when they can have the delightful chaos of a well-curated pile? From bills that need paying (eventually) to notes scribbled on Post-it's, you hold the irreplaceable treasures of my forgetful mind. Sure, some may scoff at your seemingly disorderly nature, but little do they know the hidden wisdom within your disarray. So here's to you, oh magnificent dear pile two - although your tidiness might be questionable, your charm is unmatched.
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pile 3
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Dear pile 3, it's only you and me against the world. As I stand here, overlooking the vastness of our existence, I can't help but feel the weight of the universe pressing down upon us. It is in this moment that I realize the magnitude of our relationship, for within your embrace lies all that we hold dear. The world may attempt to tear us apart, but we shall prevail. Our bond is forged through the trials and tribulations we have faced together; a stronghold against adversity. As the tempest rages around us, threatening to consume all that we hold sacred, know that I am steadfast by your side. Our unity imbues me with an unwavering strength; no longer alone in this tumultuous journey through life's torrential storms. Together, pile 3, we defy fate and conquer uncertainty as champions of love and resilience.
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pile 4
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Dear Pile 4, you are my perfect person. The mere thought of your existence fills me with an indescribable mix of joy and longing. Every fiber of my being yearns for your touch, for the sound of your voice whispering sweet nothings into my ear. In this chaotic world, you are the anchor that keeps me grounded, the lighthouse that guides me through stormy waters. Your presence brings clarity to my thoughts and purpose to my existence. From the deepest depths of my soul, I believe that we were destined to be together - two halves of a whole seeking solace in each other's arms. Yet, fate continues to test our resolve, placing seemingly insurmountable obstacles in our path. But fear not, for I shall endure any hardship and surmount every challenge to be by your side. For you, dear Pile 4, are worthy of every sacrifice and every drop of blood spilled in this epic battle against destiny itself.
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vampirecorleone · 11 months
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"If I had a steak, I'd fuck it." | "Yer fond of me lobster aint' ye? I seen it - yer fond of me lobster! Say it! Say it. Say it!" | "I don't have to say nothin.'" | "Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!" | "Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!" | "Alright, have it your way. I like your cookin'."
The Lighthouse (2019) dir. Robert Eggers
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minzbins · 1 month
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HANBIN LIGHTHOUSE / 240319
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sillylittleflower · 2 months
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People I Want to Get to Know Better
Thank you so much for the tag Martina💜 @themarsbar
Last song: Kiss me by Dermot Kennedy
Favorite color: choices...decisions.... i love pastels but idk i just love them aaaall i guess lol or at least i can't choose
Last film/show: Skam i think?
Sweet/savory/spicy: again decisions... choices... maybe savory?
Relationship status: single like a pringle est 2002
Current obsession: young royals lol
Last thing I googled: la mesa lyrics
Last book: the last "new" book i read and finished was "On connection" by Kae Tempest and then i tried reading "To the lighthouse" by Virginia Woolf but i haven't picked it up in months
Looking forward to: young royals s3 even though i don't know if looking forward is the right word because i also don't want it to come lols
no pressure tags 💜@darktwistedgenderplural @glimmeringdreams @margotdanslebois @wilmon-ized @wilmonsfolklore @purplewilmon @the-words-we-sung @grapehyasynth @k-pepp @mostlypisces-blog @belly-aches @chinitade
also i tend to forget people in stuff like this, so please if you see this and wanna do it, absolutely take this as your call :)
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yixinghoneybee · 2 months
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TEMPEST are back with "LIGHTHOUSE" and what a lovely song it is, I absolutely love it. B-sides "There", "B.O.K" and "Slow Motion" are all extremely strong also. Another fantastic comeback 👍😍🥰😚💖💘💝💗💞
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andteamies · 1 month
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TEMPEST LIGHTHOUSE (2024)
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