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KISMET-SIMS HAIR RETEXTURES

so!! kismet-sims makes bomb everything we already know this, but i wanted the hairs to match more with my other hairs in game, so i did some!! Oh Cecilia, howl, wicked garden, and long tucked r not pictured!!! but THEY CAN B DL!! 

THESE HAIRS NEED THEIR MESH!! THEY WILL NOT WORK WITHOUT IT!!

| 1 (honeymoon) | 2 (starlight) | 3 (ceremonials) | 4 (700) | 5 (heresy)

| 6 (callistov1) | 7 (worriedmoon) | 8 (curledbob) | 9 (brataf) |

oh cecilia | howl | wicked garden | long tucked |


  •  do not re upload or claim as your own
  •  if you recolor these GIVE CREDIT to @kismet-sims for mesh and me for retexture
  •  DO NOT include kismet’s mesh when recoloring ( RESPECT HER TOU )

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i hope you enjoy!! and thank u again @kismet-sims for allowing me to retexture!! 

nilesdaughter  asked:

Oh! Shakarian for #9 - “Please, just…be safe. Come back to me.”

“Please, just… be safe. Come back to me.”

The words Garrus had said, before she’d forced him away on the Normandy, forced him to safety while she kept running, dodging husks and flying trucks and Reaper beams.

Harbinger almost hits her - it’s so close she can feel the heat of the laser, feel it singe against her armour - but she dodges and then she’s in the beam and-

-and she knows this part of the Citadel will haunt her nightmares, but now’s not the time. She pushes on, runs quickly through the silence of the corridors - catches the Illusive Man with a blast of Biotic Energy before he even see’s her and sends him flying off the platform.

Anderson’s alive and they find The Intelligence, argue with it briefly, until he turns to her with one final order “I already called the Normandy. You’re evacuating, Commander. I’ll take it from here.”

Arisa wants to argue - wants to finish the mission, accomplish what she was sent to do - and yet Garrus’ face flashes in her mind, words echoing loudly.

“Please, just… be safe. Come back to me.”

So she obeys, turning and running back to the platform, a sudden blip on her omni leading her onwards, forwards - there -

She launches herself from the open hatch and rolls hard along the docking bay floor, cursing when her shoulder connects with a storage container and her vision goes momentarily spotty.

“Joker, I’m on board; get us out of here, now.”

Aye Aye, Commander!”

She doesn’t like it - hates leaving Anderson to finish the job - yet when she struggles to stand and turns in time to catch movement near the elevator, those thoughts disappear.

Because Garrus is trudging stubbornly towards her, shrugging away Liara’s grip and not stopping until she’s in his arms and his forehead is pressed to hers, a thrumming hum vibrating through him and into her.

“Shepard,” he says, his voice a dual-toned whine, terrified and relieved, exhausted and thrilled, “Shepard.”

“I promised.” she whispers back, and they cling to each other, hardly feeling the bumps as Joker outraces the Crucible, to caught up in each other.

Tag-a-palooza

Tagged by the lovely @ilyasvieltrevelyanshepard, thank you so much!

Goal: Tag 9 people to get to know them.

Relationship status: Married! April will be 10 years together, though we’ve only been married for 3.

We have a dog, and he is the bestest pooch that ever pooched.

Favorite color: Purple and Aqua

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick, Although, I am not opposed to tinted chapstick or the occasional lipstain..

Last song: November - SUPER CRUEL (ft. Lisa Mitchell)

Last movie: Crimson Peak. I meant to see it forever ago, but I’m terrible at actually watching movies. My best friend finally sat me down and got me to watch it!

Top 3 shows: Like… of all time? Shit. Um.  Stargate SG-1, That 70′s Show, Community

Top 3 ships: Shakarian (ME), Solavellan (DAI), and Reyder (MEA)

Tagging: @lonyn @zingbadabing @ceskakd @elfsplaining @novalin @ma-sulevin

Reasons why you should watch Gypsy

1. the life-affirming and life-destroying chemistry between jean (naomi watts) and sid (sophie cookson), the best f/f couple on tv. 😍

2. sid’s thirsty text messages

3. jean and sid’s hot as hell age gap

Originally posted by agentscullycarter

4. the use of the song “girl” by the internet in this hypnotic, magical scene

Originally posted by gypsygifs

5. melanie liburd, you stunning angel

6. jean’s unorthodox (ie highly unethical) therapy sessions 

7. this outfit *hyperventilates*

8. the kisses. oh god, the kisses.

Originally posted by alyicajasmin

Originally posted by julieandjuliet

Originally posted by officerhaughts-bulletproofvest

9. the swag and innocent romance in their walk

10. lisa rubin, the series creator, is a wlw <3 and has this cute cameo

11. pills rattling. pills rattling all the time. 

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some assorted school studies/doodles that I did over the week :D (other wise known as the “i-forgot-bendy’s-fucking-tail” collection)

Spud helped me realize that bendy would have a *lot* of scars with how much he’s getting into fights. Plus, with how dark toon’s skin can be, scars would probably be really painfully noticable and scar over in a light gray or white. (The scars on his face are supposed to be a little less noticable but it was a little hard to do with pencil)
I also just wanted to show off his forked tongue and teefers :9

Oh shit!!!! My hand slipped !!! Oh no!!! @the-vampire-inside-me

OTP Meeting on a Train:

1. “Can we switch seats? If I sit backwards, I’ll get sick.”

2. “Miss, take my seat. You don’t have to stand.”

3. “Oh my god, I slept through my stop.”

4. “He’s punching tickets? I snuck on without a ticket.”

5. “Is that noise normal?”

6. “Excuse me, can I make a call on your phone? I lost mine at the station.”

7. “Hey, sorry, you dropped your glove. It’s cold, you don’t want to be losing it.”

8. “Umm…I don’t know how to say this…but I caught you staring and I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee?”

9. “Marie? Oh sorry, I thought you were my sister.”

10. “Hey, man! Don’t push women like that!”

11. “Sir, we’ll have you step off for security reasons.”

13. “You have a bloody nose? I have tissues in my purse.”

14. *it’s crowded and Person A falls into Person B’s lap*

15. *problem with the tracks and they’re stuck together until it’s fixed.*

16. *both late for work, try fitting through the door at the same time. Laugh, blow off work, get lunch*

Kanaya Style Variation Ratings

0 is “I love her” and 10 is me sobbing on the floor

The Kanaya sprite, a classic. Not a fan of sprites, personally, and by the time we got to Kan’s intro I was hoping for a bit less. 2/10

A better introduction. She is clearly jacked, by the 1 handed grip on that chainsaw, and offers a mischievous grin upwards. 6/10

oh m- oh my god oh- ethereal. 9/10

Kan’s first talksprite. Cryptid. 1/10

Crayonaya - for the actions and resurrection,  7/10

Please. 8/10

“But that’s the exact same art style, same scen-” 7/10

Oh my; tall, looks like a teen, as she is a teen. 10/10

Kanaya’s second talksprite- shaped like a friend. 10/10

: 7/10

Everything was red doo dodo. Ferocious.  6/10

“That’s from Paradox Space, not-” 11/10

“THAT’S ALS-” 8/10

ok this is her talksprite again but look how much she does not give a shit. 6/10

A sketchy colored look with good shapes, 7/10

she looks really cute w the left side of her face swollen, like a dog who ate a bee 9/10

dumfoundedly happy 20/10

Here’s the thing:

D&D made the Martells unlikable and unknowable as soon as Oberyn died. It was as if they pulled out all the stops and gave themselves the greenlight to do whatever the hell they want with the remaining characters. So they chose to:

1) Flip flop on Ellaria’s character, turning her from Oberyn’s likeminded partner into a mastermind of a plot to kill two children, one of them Oberyn’s nephew, and Doran
2) Make the Sand Snakes as bland and one-dimensional as possible, emphasizing that they are both Sexy and Deadly but still a little Incompetent
3) Kill off Doran and Trystane before the season ended, because they were just dead weight in the Dornish scorched earth storyline
4) Make sure Ellaria was painted as the Evil Bisexual Brown Woman and the Sand Snakes as her Evil Offspring
5) Oberyn’s influence just went POOF basically because killing Doran and Trystane has nothing to do with vengeance for Oberyn lol
6) Allowed them very little chracter development, kept them mysterious and frankly a little useless
7) Tried to make it seem believable that all of Dorne went like “lol okay sounds good” when Ellaria killed Doran and took over. Because brown people are treacherous and mindless anyways
8) Make the Dorne storyline the weakest point in their whole show
9) Oh, and cut Quentyn and Arianne because lol BORING, amiright? It’s more fun when the white folks angst over succession.

And that was just in season 6.

I can’t even muster any more rage over the treatment of show!Martells. Leave me to my wonderful book!Martells, the ones who actually care about the lives of children and innocents, who are more than sexy assassins, who are richer with the inclusion of Arianne and Quentyn (who make up all of the Martell POVs), and if/when they meet their doom there, I’ll get upset then.

But as for show!Martells? I can’t even force myself to give a shit anymore.

Kidnapped! Prompts

Anonymous said:Got any prompts about the hero being kidnapped?

Anonymous said:Your hero and villain prompts are the best thing. Could I possibly get some prompts about a captured hero who is totally crushing on the villain, who totally knows it?

Anonymous said:Could I please have some prompts for a man who is terribly in love with someone he kidnapped? 

Anonymous said:Good afternoon! Could I get a couple of prompts about the hero and villain having to work together in order to escape a much worse villain who has captured them? 

Anonymous said:Hero capturing the villain and vice Versa prompts? 


1) “Open your eyes.” The villain dragged the hero over to the window, with a vice like grip on their arm. “Open them. Let me show you how beautiful the world looks burning.”


2) “Gotta love the movies,” the villain said. “It makes so many stupid people think that dangerous means chemistry.” They shook their head, laughed. “It makes it all so easy. All you ever have to do is let people believe that they might just be your exception.” 


3) “I’m sorry, I love you.”
“You don’t kidnap people when you love them.” 
“I couldn’t let you die with the rest of them.” 


4) l“For a moment there, I thought you were going to let them have me,” the hero said weakly. “Convenient diversion for your escape, and all that.” They met the villain’s stare - close in their hiding place, bodies pressed together. The tramp of footsteps down the corridor faded away. 
“For a moment there,” the villain murmured. “So did I.”


5) “But you,” the hero laughed. “You are nothing. There are a hundred people who do it just like you and thinks hurting someone makes them god. Give it a couple of years, and despite all your efforts, nobody is even going to remember your name.” 
The villain spat in their face. 
The hero smiled grimly, and straightened, stepping back from the cell. “Enjoy rotting for what you’ve done. Your immortality’s not going to feel so good then.”


6) “You don’t understand - I’m on your side!”
“Nobody’s ever on our side.”


7) “You’ve kidnapped me to an empty restaurant?” the hero raised their brows.
The villain waved their hand and a glassy-eyed server came over to set down drinks and a plate of hors d’oeuvres.
“As if I would be so stupid as to take you to my base so you can have a look around. Isn’t that what you wanted? Besides.” A gleam entered the villain’s eyes as they speared one of the appetizers with their fork and held it across the table. “It’s almost like a date, don’t you think?”
The hero faltered. The villain looked rather too knowing when they said that. 


8) “You’re kidding me,” the villain said flatly. “We don’t have time to rescue all your little friends! Security are going to notice us missing any minute.”
“I’m not leaving without them - and you know you’re not getting anywhere without me. So you want to stand here bickering about it or try and think where your not so bosom-buddy is holding them?”


9) “Oh would you look at that,” the villain drawled. “You got me. Your plan worked. You’re probably more terrified then I am - you don’t have the slightest clue what to do with me now, do you?” 
“I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”


10) “You know, this is kind of an inconvenient time for me. Any chance we can schedule this in for tomorrow instead?”

you’re hot (when you’re mad)

isaac knows the perfect way to distract his wife when she’s angry.  


inspired by this post:  “you know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex” and “can we fuck? like, now?”  


“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Isaac.” I sighed. “You’re not listening to me.”

He reclined further against the pillows on our bed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am, honey. You’re mad because you think I’m trying to control you. You think I’m trying to turn you into an obedient little Stepford Wife, just because I said I wanted you to stop working so much.”

“Stop saying ‘I think.’ It’s dismissive and inaccurate. I know those things to be facts.”

The corner of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk. “Oh, do you now? I love it when you act like a little know-it-all. It turns me on.”

“I-saac, stop flirting with me like we’re teenagers. I’m being serious. You knew when you married me that I wasn’t going to be a typical housewife for you. Now all of a sudden, you want me to stay home?”

Isaac shook his head. “That’s not what I meant, and I feel like you know that. Will you just come back to bed?” The covers were up to his waist, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit tempted.

“No,” I muttered with half conviction, full petulance, regretfully tearing my gaze from his sun-kissed, toned chest, and the light smattering of hair that covered the hard plane under his stomach, the treasure trail that led to happier places than this conversation. “I’m not getting back in bed until you apologize.” I was standing at the foot of the mattress, admittedly with my hands on my hips, none too proud of my stubborn streak. Isaac was being ridiculous, so I had to hold my ground. Maybe if I kept telling myself I was standing up for women everywhere, I could get through this argument.

“What do you want me to apologize for? Noticing that you were becoming a workaholic? That you’re always tired and frustrated after you come home from work? Baby, all I did was suggest you should cut back on work, delegate some of your responsibilities to other people.”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t. I don’t want my boss to think I can’t handle all of it. He already makes sexist jokes about how I’m the first woman he’s ever promoted to my position. Besides, you said you wanted me to stay home, not work less.”

“That’s the same thing.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Okay, fine, it’s not. Is it so bad that I want to spend more time with my wife?”

“We… spend time together…” I mumbled unconvincingly.

Isaac laughed sarcastically. “Oh yeah, I get to talk to you five minutes before bed because you pass out so quickly from being at work till 9 pm. Oh, and if I’m lucky on the weekend, in between your 15 minute breaks because you bring the office home with you.”

I groaned and paced to the other side of the room. “Well, what do you want me to do?! I’m sorry I care about my job!”

“I get that! I care about my job too, but at least I’m here. And you’re not. I feel like all I ever do is cook and clean and wait for you to get back, holding out some small hope that you might stay awake for just a minute longer so I can share maybe two words with you–that’s if you’re not too tired from crying into my shoulder because you had a bad day at work.”

“Well I–I mean,” I stammered, aimlessly grappling for another line of argument, “so, that’s what this is about? You’re tired of comforting me when I cry?”

“No, of course not–”

“So then, you’d rather I cook and clean, have the house spotless and dinner ready on the table when you get home from work?” Isaac didn’t say anything. A knowing grin spread across his face, accompanied with a playful twinkle in his eyes, and no counterpoint could’ve pissed me off more than that.Well?

“I’m not doing this with you anymore,” he said calmly. “I’m not engaging in this because we both know you instigate fights when you’re defensive. And you’re defensive because you know I’m right. You’re trying to spin this into a feminist issue, willfully ignoring my valid points. At this point, you’re just Fox News-ing soundbites to make me sound sexist.”

“Really? Fox News-ing soundbites? Cute.”

“I thought I was talking to my wife, not Bill O’Reilly…”

I audibly gasped. “You did not just call me Bill O’Reilly. Have fun sleeping on the couch tonight, buddy.”

Isaac chuckled. I stared back, trying to appear unimpressed, trying not to give away that I was completely turned on. It’s not like I could help my biological responses. My female sensibilities always swooned whenever Isaac managed to stay calm, while also simultaneously calling out my bullshit. Not many people could do that. It’s why I married him: Isaac could put me in my place. I needed that sometimes. Still, I didn’t like admitting I was wrong.

“You’re only hearing what you want to hear,” he continued. “You’re not listening to what I’m saying, so I’m not arguing with you anymore.”

“Fine. You’re the one who brought it up.” I threw my hands up in frustration and headed towards the bedroom door, stopping when he called out my name.

“Woah, woah. Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

I turned the knob and opened the door. “Um, I’m leaving? Since you don’t want to talk to me anymore?”

Isaac’s grin disappeared. “This is true. I’m done talking, but you’re not going anywhere.” He tilted his head and looked me up and down. Five years married, I still hadn’t built up an immunity to The Look.

“Oh really? Why’s that?” I challenged. My defenses were crumbling with each passing second, my flesh burning each time his hungry eyes raked over my body.

“Because darling, you’re hot when you’re mad, and having it out with you always makes me horny. Since I know you are too, why don’t we stop talking in circles, and fuck. Like, now.”  A few moments passed and we stared each other down, both waiting for the other to make the next move. “Come on baby, I can almost taste you from over here. And you look so sexy standing over there in nothing but panties and my t-shirt. Get back in this bed, Mrs. Lahey.”

Shit. He pulled out the surname card. There went my last line of defense. “You know what? Fuck it,” I muttered, and stormed angrily across our room. I crawled over the mattress to straddle his waist where he leaned against the headboard. I peeled off my t-shirt and his fingers wrapped around my throat, reeling me in for a harsh kiss, gnashing together teeth and tongue.

“You really know how to get under my skin,” I spoke against his pliant, soft mouth, weaving my fingers through his hair to tug on his curls.

He chuckled. “That’s exactly where I intend to be, pet.” Isaac’s hands traveled up my thighs and under my ass. He roughly squeezed, then swiftly, he brought down one hand and smacked my ass. I yelped at the unexpected contact, then moaned as he rubbed the stinging area. He spread apart my cheeks and moved aside my underwear. Isaac slipped a finger into my folds and spread my wetness over my clit, circling the bundle of nerves slowly. It was when he started spelling out the alphabet over the sensitive bud that I started emitting whiny little gasps. When he got to W, I was mewling and riding his hand. “What do you say, princess? Wanna ride my cock? Or are you still mad at me?” he mocked.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m furious actually, but for now, I wanna fuck your brains out.” I removed the covers from his naked body and fisted his shaft, holding it steady so I could spit on the tip. I spread the slick saliva all over his cock while he fucked my mouth with the fingers he just took out of my pussy. Smug asshole knew I liked sucking on his fingers. They were just so long and elegant and pretty and I loved the way Isaac could reach the back of my throat. There was also his kink about laying his fingers flat against my tongue and stroking the flesh to let me taste myself.

I continued to stroke him, albeit needlessly. “Well, that didn’t take long. You must really like it when I’m mad. Do you just piss me off on purpose, honey?”

Isaac smirked. “Like you’re complaining. You like makeup sex as much as I do. So why don’t you stop messing around,” Isaac continued, gently extracting my hand from his cock and lifting my hips so he was positioned at my entrance, “and take me where you really need me?”

I scoffed. “Me, need you? I think it’s the other way around.”

Suddenly, Isaac stopped circling my clit. “Is that so?” He removed his hands from my body altogether, sat back, smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest. I gaped. Oh no he did not.

“Are you kidding me?” I deadpanned. “You’re seriously gonna stop now?”

Isaac shrugged. “It’s not like I need you.”

I glanced down. “Your boner suggests otherwise.”

“I can take care of that myself.”

“What, and pass this up? You think your hand compares to me?” Isaac remained unfazed, challenging me with one raised brow. “Aww come on, Lahey, what was it you were saying earlier? About getting under my skin?” I made my voice small and delicate, and bit down on Isaac’s earlobe when I spoke. “Don’t you want to be inside me, baby?” Positioning myself on his thigh, I rode him the way I did the first time we fucked, in the driver’s seat of his car after Derek and Stiles said “I do.” I remember the way Isaac’s lips tasted like champagne and icing when I shoved him against his car door, pulled him down by his tie, and kissed him for the first time since we ended things in high school. “Remember the first time I rode you like this?” Isaac pressed his thumbs into my hip bones and guided my movements. The cocky pretense was gone, replaced by hazy lust. He grunted an affirmation. “It was right after Derek and Stiles got married. We fucked for the first time that night, and you made me come twice. In a fucking car. I think I knew then you were the one,” I joked.

Isaac grinned. “It takes flexibility to do what we did in that car. That was all you.”

My laughter transformed into a heady moan as my clit brushed against his leg in that perfect angle. “You felt so good inside me that night. I love the way you feel Isaac, how you fill me up and stretch me out. Please, baby, I want you so bad. I want–ah! want you, inside me… it’s so warm inside this body, and it’s so soft.” Even though I was trying to make Isaac cave, there wasn’t any deception behind my words. I needed him now. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m gonna come, and I really wanna come all over your cock. Please fuck me, Isaac, please… I want it so bad…”

“Shit, are you beggin’ me?” Isaac’s fingers wrapped into my hair and he pulled me down to kiss me. “Are you fuckin’ begging me?” In a flurry of movement, Isaac had me on my back, and positioned himself at my entrance. “This what you want?” He slid into me so fast and hard my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. My back arched away from the mattress, and he wrapped his arm around my torso as he slammed into me relentlessly. “Fuck, how do you always feel so good?” He grunted into my shoulder. Suddenly, he stopped. This whiny little noise escaped my throat at the loss of contact. “Turn over. Do it, now. Good, now stick your ass out.” He delivered another stinging slap to to my ass. “Higher, just like that. Wanna fuck you just… like that…”

For the second time, Isaac entered me, sheathed hilt-deep in my pussy. It was all I could do to claw at my sheets because the new angle Isaac had achieved was making it hard to stay on my knees. His hand on my hip holding me in place was helping a little bit.

“Isaac,” I managed to say, albeit breathily, “I’m gonna come.”

He slowed his movement and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my spine. “Good, me too.” Isaac snaked a hand around my hip and toyed with my clit. All the while he fucked me slow and deep, with his chest against my back, talking filth into my ear. My moans came out in silent mewls, with frustrated growls peppered in because Isaac’s pace was torturously slow. “There it is, there’s that anger I love so much,” Isaac said. “Look at you, clawing at the sheets, fuckin’ growling at me. You hate it when I go slow like this, don’t you?” He pumped into me again, this time, with more gusto, and I could feel my orgasm bubbling up, so close to brimming over.

“Please, Isaac,” I moaned pathetically.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me come,” I whined.

“Shhh, baby, you’ll come soon enough. You’re just gonna have to be a little patient–oh, shit, you just gonna clench around me like that? Make your pussy all nice and tight for me like that?” Isaac grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, tugged sharply the way I liked it. “You’re gonna get it now, darling.” He rubbed my clit faster and rutted into me fast and deep. He came before me, but that was probably my fault for clenching around him. I milked out his orgasm before he sent me over the edge.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I whispered as my body quivered. The jolts of pleasure continued for a good minute afterwards, and Isaac laid me on my side and cradled my body against him. He cupped my cheek and brushed soft little kisses all over my face.

“Shh, I got you,” he said softly.

When I finally recovered and muddled through the foggy haze, I realized I was no longer mad. Isaac had that effect on me when he made me come really hard, obliterating my anger and my pride, enough for me to apologize. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

“Mm-mm, don’t be. I told you angry sex fixes everything.”

I laughed. “True. You were right about all of it. I’ve been working too much. We barely see each other.”

He kissed my forehead. “S’alright. I just get worried about you. And I miss you.” Isaac moved his fingertips against my back, tracing lazy, comforting circles.

“I miss you too.” I snuggled deeper into his chest. “I’ll cut back. Wanna spend more time with you.”

“Is that right? You’re actually gonna listen to me?” He feigned shock.

I giggled and lightly punched his arm. “Shut up.” I pressed a contented kiss against his chest. “Love you,” I mumbled as I dozed off. Isaac’s fingers combed gently through my hair, lulling me into slumber.

“Love you more.”

fin.

Bubbly

ˈbəb(ə)lē  (adj.)

1. a playlist full of cheerful high spirits


1. Awoo // Lim Kim

2. Be the Star // Pristin

3. Cover Up // Taeyeon

4. DDANG // Suran

5. I’m Different // Hi Suhyun

6. Ice Cream Cake // Red Velvet

7. Just Right // GOT7

8. Liar Liar // Oh My Girl 

9. Little Little // Red Velvet

10. One Step // Hyolyn

11. Shoes // IU

12. Twenty-Three // IU 

13.Feel So Fine // Taeyeon

14. Sugar & Me // San E & Raina

15. Russian Roulette // Red Velvet 

16. Rainbow // f(x)

17. Meow Meow // CLC

18. Sweet Witches // f(x)

19. Knock Knock // TWICE

20. Oh! My God // Girl’s Day 

21. I’ll Be There // Monsta X

 

{listen here x}

Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"