Ohma- This Was So Cyute Tagging: @berriniki @/anyone Who Wants To Do It!!

sunshinelixie-lee call out post.

@/sunshinelixie-lee, prev. freckledwinterfalls, is anti-black, spreads homophobic and racist rhetoric, and gaslights and tricks her young followers into only seeing her side in situations when she is wrong. she makes mutuals and followers alike uncomfortable with her behavior, and it needs to stop.

before we continue, do not send hate to xie or anyone involved in the situations mentioned, in the creation of this post, or those who have interacted with or protected xie. if you disagree with the post, block us and ignore it. if you disagree with xie, block and ignore her. you may report her blog as well for the racism and such, but do not send hate. at most, express disappointment. no one deserves hate, even shitty people.

please read and examine everything before forming an opinion. we’re just trying to make people aware of her behavior.

please also note that i, the person posting this, did not take part in writing it. i’m posting it for anonymous persons who are afraid of the backlash that might be sent their way by xie’s following.

the authors of this doc are also not anti-white, in case our words are spun that way. the main author of this document is bi and white leftist, with contributions from bipoc who are also lgbtqia+.

please follow the link below for the whole story + screenshots: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ViLDjLyqx6llL6zdmVakB1XBRP4XUYxGV1d9aRgOj4o/edit?usp=sharing

mutuals we believe should know what she is actually like:

@madz-world-writing @yeonyeonyeonjun @danielol @oifelixcmerebrou @spilledtee @dayawantstosleep @staysflower @jeongcake @0x1lovebot @thevampywolf @enheun @odxrilove @iwonzzi @dulceamar @lixesque @maplecornia @meraniki @fight-me-m8 @crispy-chan @seoulbinz @sweetrainwrites @kimnamshiks @kinzavskpop @gongiz @jungwoniics @i2gyus @bubblelixie @mochajoon @hyunsuks-beanie @uwoodobi @joyfulhopelox @kp0p10v3r2 @moonhoures @jaylaxies @fallinforgyu @shhhhhimthinking @puphee @jeontaeil @lixies-starry-night @leeknowrecord @ijhyo

nets:

@straykidsland @enhypennetwork @ficscafe

"what the fuck did he say??" a.k.a. blue lock as Clickhole celebrity quotes

You know what I'd truly want from a season 2 of uncanny counters? Hyeok-u working at the noodle place. Boy's got nowhere to live and zero experience being a person, no way someone's hiring him. Give me hijinks of the team trying to hide the supernatural from him. The shop is closed half the day, is that normal? Who knows, not Hyeok-u, certainly. A new demon? Oh, guess Hyeok-u will have to look after the shop then. Oh, the noodle is weird? Wait, you're supposed to boil it first? Look me in the eye and tell me customer service is not the best redemption arc.

princess 💙✨

woooo excited

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 | 𝐏.𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 ⛸️

SYNOPSIS: Ever since you were a child, ice skating was something you could only admire from afar, however visiting your new local ice rink for the first time led you to meeting the literal boy of your dreams. Only now, he’s not who you expected him to be.  

PAIRING: park sunghoon x fem!reader (ft. rest of enhypen members, giselle and karina of aespa).

GENRE: ice skater sunghoon, fantasy, social media au, college au, non-idol au, mutual pining, angst, fluff, crack, strangers to lovers.

WARNINGS: swearing, sunghoon’s a stuck up brat most of the time, chaotic.

STATUS: ongoing.

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DISCLAIMER: Please note that this social media au is merely based on fictional events and is not meant to represent the idols used accurately. 

AUTHORS NOTE: My second smau is finally here!! I really hope you enjoy this one more than the last as I have actually fully planned all the chapters and know what’s going to be happening in each of them this time 💀  Would be greatly appreciated if you could like and reblog! Would help me so much :] PLEASE ENJOY <3

CHAPTERS ⛸️  :

- profiles: (1) - (2)

- prologue:

- one: 

TAGLIST [OPEN] : @glowitss @faatnaa @s-sanos

TAGS (please ignore!) 

OH, IS IT THAT TIME OF THE MONTH? (EN—)

DESCRIPTION: in which they are struggling to be accommodating boyfriends for you during that time of the month.

TYPE OF WORK: headcanons.

GENRE: fluff, humour/crack.

PAIRING: enhypen x afab!fem!reader. (separate per member!)

WORD COUNT: 2.9k+ words.

KEYWORDS: (F/S) = Favorite Snack.

WARNINGS: chaotic fluff, mentions and jokes about periods and cramps, talks about stomach rubs, uses of the word ‘uterus’, one mention of sunghoon’s little sister (yeji!), one mention of bubble teas, jay being a smartie pants for one second (/j).

DISCLAIMER: these are only depictions of how i think enhypen would act. although i tried to make it as accurate as i can (in which i think i already failed), this may not be how they act in real life! please do not let this work influence your view on the boys negatively.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: jdsjjdjs guys, elly is back with the trashy and messy headcanons! i hope this silly work can help make you smile or laugh even just a little 🥺 thank you for reading as always, MWAH <3

[ HEESEUNG !! ]

— the chill and 'kinda normal, i guess’ one.

initially gets a little confused when you have mood swings and cravings. since sometimes, you can go from :D to :(

and it makes heeseung himself go from :] to “baby is something wrong :(”

looks like the type who lowkey acts as if saying the word 'period’ out loud will get him jumped or something. (HEESEUNG PLEASE 😭)

“hey, (Y/N). are you… uh… um, what do you call it?”

“a period, hee, we call it a period.”

“a period, yeah, i know what that is. wait what, a period?”

momentarily questions the word itself. a period… that’s a nice choice of word, anyways—.

“it’s ok, i got you, (Y/N) 👌”

will give you stomach rubs if you ask but keeps slipping out a laugh every two minutes while doing it.

if you deadpan at him (because how dare he laughs when you’re suffering 😔 /j), he will playfully say “ok ok i’ll be serious this time” and go back to giving you stomach rubs.

but the grin on his face doesn’t disappear at all, it’s obvious he finds the concept of giving stomach rubs a little amusing.

invites you to play games with him more often to relieve the pain, so no one is allowed to use the consoles for the day!

it’s the heeseung and y/n couple privilege ☝️‼️

but overall, heeseung just puts a lot of effort into inviting you to do things with him so you feel better.

which includes asking you to play games together, go on a relaxing walk, get some warm drinks or maybe even bake together! anything, literally just anything for you.

i feel like he will take pictures of you too when you two spend time together. his line of thought is just “taking care of my baby because she’s not feeling well :(”

and you look so happy, he just wants to keep those pictures of you smiling in his gallery! just a soft bambi taking care of his significant other <3

if you ask him to buy pads, though… cough, coUGH, COUGH, CHOKES.

heeseung: “uhh, how do i do that…”

you: “you go to the aisle? and pick my usual brand?? and go to the counter???”

sounds easier than done, according to lee heeseung himself.

but he gets used to it as time goes, definitely the type to rush out of the aisle as fast as his feet could take him though 😟

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“I felt as I always had in his arms—complete, like I was home.”   — Leigh Bardugo, Ruin & Rising

bro was so unfazed

NIJIRO MURAKAMI as Shuntaro Chishiya ALICE IN BORDERLAND (2022)

Idek if I’m doing this socializing thing right at this point..

CHANCE

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff, f2l, highschool!au but not properly established

cw: they share a bed, not proof read and written in one sitting at 10:30pm °-°

wc: 1.7K

a/n: i can’t lie i do genuinely love this fic a lot, it’s silly and small but i think it’s sweet and he is too! please like and rb if you enjoy, feedback is very welcome and all is appreciated <3

Fatigue is a fatal thing. Clouding thoughts and forcing you into decisions you really should’ve thought more about—it seems so normal yet the danger that comes with it is sometimes inevitable. Like waking up with last night’s makeup on, or missing your stop on the bus because you just happened to rest your eyes.

Fatigue takes over your body on the night everyone is cuddled up in Felix’s living room. Friday night brings a buzzing atmosphere and the sky is an almost vibrant navy colour; the moon shines particularly brightly and it’s hard to resist sneaking a glance at it every five seconds. The boys are all focused on his game console (apparently it’s the newest one, you and Minho seem to be the only ones not that interested) and the sight is pleasant to see. Wrapped together in blankets, bowls of food both hot and cold scattered around for you to share. The sight of Jeongin’s face lighting up when he finally scores a point. The host looks around his living room with a smile on his face—everything is perfect, and he doesn’t even care that he has a test on Monday morning he needs to revise for.

In fact, he’s so totally enarmed in happiness that the only thing that brings him out of his trance is the feeling of a weight dropping on his shoulder. It wouldn’t have been a big deal hadn’t it been you, but of course, it is your hair that brushes softly against the skin of his neck before you quickly spring back up.

The suddenness of the movement catches his attention, and his head and body spin around to focus completely on you. Baby hairs messily frame your face and your eyes are slightly puffy and desperate to close there and then, but he can tell you’re forcing them open as you try and keep yourself awake. His heart pounds in his chest when you flash him a grin, and it’s irresistible not to send one back. He looks like an angel—the sun reincarnated—but he thinks you’re the prettiest person to walk the earth.

In fact, he’s so sure of his thoughts that it makes him sick. Sick in the way that he knows you are best friends, in fact, you were friends with Chan before you were ever friends with Felix, and sick in the way that he knows trying to change that dynamic could ruin everything.

Love is so delicate, and so cruel that he questions whether such a thing can exist, because surely if it did, it’d be much easier for him to wrap your exhausted form in his arms and lull you to sleep himself. Of course, it’s not as hard as it seems, but he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know anything, and that’s what makes it such a scary thing.

Felix quickly snaps out of his thoughts and realises he was lost in his mind once again. Your body is slumped facing his, the right side of your face squished against the pillow of the sofa while you watch his face. Really, you’re not doing too much else, but the feeling of just being able to look at someone and feel immense comfort is an unexplainably lovely feeling in itself. You’d be quite happy to sit and exist with him like that for many moments longer, but as the blond pulls the blanket up to cover your shoulders, he leans in closer.

He doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches, but he certainly notices the way his own gut churns as he leans in.

“Do you need to go to bed? I’ll take you up to go early so you can get some rest.” He asks, whispering the offer in a way so kindly that you’re more focused on how dreamy he is than the fact he’s said the words you’ve been waiting on all night—you can finally rest, after what feels like a lifetime of trying to keep yourself awake. When a look of relief washes over your face and you gently nod at him, Felix decides it was worth the uncomfortable and intrusive butterflies. He’s never seen you look so pleased to accept an offer, but when you clumsily get up and stumble over your own feet, he knows how much you want to just sleep. He giggles, too: you look like a newborn puppy.

Telling the boys he’s taking you up, the blond wastes no time in jumping to your side. He doesn’t realise how he’s looking at you as though you’re his entire world, nor does he realise how his hand naturally snakes to the small of your back to give you soft comfort and support as you groggily drag your feet up the stairs.

He laughs when you cry about how you’re still wearing makeup, a little guilt creeping up his spine when you complain he’s “too mean” and that it’s a “serious thing”, but he knows he’ll take it off for you anyway. He doesn’t think he’d be able to sleep knowing he let you go to bed sad with stained eyes.

Every touch on your face is the most careful and light touch Felix has ever done. He’s so incredibly caring with the way he wipes at your eyes, one hand swiping the cotton pad while the other holds your jaw. The thoughts of how easy it would be to kiss you and how amazing it would feel to finally have your lips against are being brought to the front of his mind, and every time he shoves them back with pink ears and hot cheeks. However he doesn’t stop looking after you. His hands still wipe and caress your skin attentively and he still reaches for his moisturiser which he knows you adore the smell of (you let him know once, and now he puts it on every time he knows you’ll be somewhere).

Soon he’s practically carrying you into his bedroom. It shouldn’t make him as flustered as he is, but it’s weird to think that his arms are wrapped around you and pulling you close to his body as you walk into his bedroom. His parents aren’t even home—just his two sisters keeping the friend group company—but it still feels like he’s doing something he shouldn’t.

Those thoughts are easy to dismiss when you fall onto his mattress with a pleased sigh, the noise falling from your lips unconsciously and sending his mind reeling. You look so cute, quickly snuggling your way under the thick sheets and nuzzling your head into the pillows. Although you look comfortable enough, Felix feels almost inclined to tuck you in, his hands automatically reaching for the edges of the sheets that don’t quite cover your body and to the pillow that could be a little fluffier.

But he freezes. Your warm hand wraps around his wrist and his body goes still. “Stay with me.” You mumble, words hardly coherent but he hears them clear as day. You want him to stay with you and that could mean so many things but he’s only thinking of one, and soon he also thinks you can read his mind because you’re pulling the corner of the midnight quilt up and tapping the off-white sheets next to you.

Climbing under the covers is a natural response, he thinks. Felix thinks it’s even more natural for his arms to cradle your limp body after your own find his waist, cuddling into his body before going still. Along with the stillness of your body comes the shallow and steady breaths, and you’re asleep within minutes.

Perfect. He thinks everything is perfect and doesn’t care that someone will definitely come searching for him in an hour or so when they realise how long he’s been gone. Right now, all he can do is admire you, the curve of your nose and the dip of your cupid’s bow and every single detail that makes your face so loveable. He imagines the way you look when you first wake up in the morning, but gets shy when he imagines you waking up in his arms.

They’re all the scenarios from daydreams he has when he should be focusing on whatever the teacher is saying, but suddenly he realises they could become realities. He could wake up tomorrow and still have your arms wrapped weakly around his torso, feel your breath against his exposed chest and admire you as the golden sun leaks through the window. Still, he wouldn’t be able to kiss your lips and laugh when you ask him not to because you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. He can’t tickle you until you’re out of breath to wake you up and then end it with his head resting on top of your stomach, head tilted towards your face so he can watch the smile that paints it prettily.

There’s so much he wants to do and so much he can’t do and it’s driving him insane. Almost as though his hands are mere centimetres away from the thing he’s trying to grab, he’s never felt closer to having you than now. In fact, the situation you’re in would’ve been almost completely unreal to him just the day before, but now he’s got it and he doesn’t want to let go.

You manage to make him want to stay up until he physically cannot just so he can savour the feeling of being here with you. But fatigue has its ways, and spreads onto him like a contagious disease. He can feel his heart slow as his breathing matches yours, and his eyes start to shut before he even wants them to. Tomorrow, maybe he’ll make you breakfast and cook in the kitchen with you before anyone else is awake. Perhaps you’ll get up before him but stay still in his arms because you like it just as much as he does. There’s still a chance, and Felix decides to bet on it.

After all, he can’t confess to you in your sleep and expect you to reciprocate the feelings. Instead he settles for a kiss on the crown of your head, and one over your messy hair that he doesn’t care feels uncomfortable against his lips.

Having you here, right now, is better than having you never, he decides. The chance of getting you in the morning is better than the reality he’d face if he backs out of it all now and leaves you alone, empty in his bed. You’re worth taking the chance for, Felix thinks, and he’d happily bet on it again and again if it meant eventually, he could have you just like he wanted.