This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …
I demand a physical reset on the last 5 years if Pitch Perfect 3 doesn’t end with or include Beca having her Gay Awakening™, chasing down Chloe, catching her breath, meeting Beale’s eyes, and quietly yet powerfully declaring “…I love you awesome nerd.”
Is it time for FFF already? How about a little before and after? @funinfenix
And here she is sporting one of the prettiest smiles I have ever seen..😍🙈😘.. @funinfenix could you be anymore perfect. Hottest boobs ✔️perfect 😺✔️amazing stomach and butt ✔️prettiest smile yep ✔️.. thanks hottie for the submission today
there are people always posting here and on twitter like ‘I still don’t *get* the carly rae jepsen hype…’ well i love her bc she writes infectious pop music usually about that exciting period when you know you have a crush on someone and you’re not yet in a relationship w them but you just feel so alive. or that anxious but exhilarating time between asking someone out and waiting for their response. she makes these effervescent and vibrant songs that embody something like a rainbow that appears as the sun peeks out after a storm. if you give yourself to her music she can make your heart swell and you shout along to her songs and dance like nobody’s watching. it’s shameless and universal and #relatable and often quirky and not pretentious at all and surprisingly deep and it’s pure fun which i think makes a lot of her music perfect or damn-near-perfect pop
A cute short drabble. You have moved to Seoul to study and bump into Jungkook, how will this end?
I could feel the chilly air jump on my skin despite the many layers of clothing I had on. I could see the lights of the buildings slightly blind my vision. I did love the city of Seoul, it was so beautiful at night. I see the famous Starbucks in my sight. I walk in. I place my order. A perfect warm cup of coffee, perfect for the weather, perfect to warm up my body. I hear my name being called to pick up my drink. I wrap my fingers around the cup. I feel the drink already warming up my fingers, making my whole body tingle, making my chest feel at ease.
“Ah, excuse me.”
I hear a deep slightly familiar voice. I turn my head around. I see a dark floppy haired boy. He looked young, maybe around my age. I swear I knew him. I knew that voice, I knew those brown eyes, I knew him.
“You’re holding my drink,” he chuckles.
I hold the cup in front my eyes and surprisingly it said ‘Jungkook,’ then it hit me like a bullet to my brain.
My bias, my first crush, my first love. I loved BTS. I stare at him blankly. I did not believe after all those years of watching him on a screen, I’d meet him freely on the streets.
“I see you’ve recognized me” he says as he slighty brushes my hand to take his coffee from my hands.
I feel my body shiver at the touch of his soft fingers against mine. I didn’t want this moment to end. I wanted to treasure this forever. I could feel my mind cloud my vision.
“Hey” he says softly as he quickly places the hot drink on the table, “why are you crying.”
Was I crying?
I dumbfoundedly brush the back of palm hand to my eyes and there, of course was a streak of black coloured tears. I thought I had grown up, being in university, getting good grades, finally being able to walk on my own to feet, but I knew i was still a big baby on the inside. I hadn’t fallen out of love for him. I still felt like the girl, smitten for a boy out of my reach.
The choreography was perfect. The music (modesty aside) was perfect. Yuri was perfect out there. Otabek was ready. The idea of biting the glove had not been his, of course. Not that he wanted or even could refuse. Yuri split in the air. Otabek prepared himself; he took the gloves off and threw them aside (they would have to get them back later) before giving his attention back to Yuri. He pointed at him with his index and shot. Yuri died. Otabek made all his effort to keep himself from smiling (although there was probably not a single person on the rink looking at him) and the exhibition finished with Yuri dead on the ice. The lights turned on, revealing the details of Yuri’s make up (which was what had taken longer, due to Georgi’s perfectionism) and his smile, that he could not hide anymore. Yuri stood up, looked at Otabek and gestured to come to him. He did so. He had stayed at the edge of the ice rink, back against the barrier, but he went to Yuri at that moment and did something they had not practiced, or at least not officially: praying that Yakov would forgive him, he rose Yuri in the air. Yuri, surprised for an instant, almost fell, but he waved his arms and Otabek put him back on the ice. They waved together, grabbing each other’s hand and Otabek went back to the shade, letting Yuri live his moment. He had done his part, and felt happy. He was finally doing something for the soldier.
The applause continued for so long that at some point, Otabek went back with Yuri and waved again.
“You nailed it”. “Thank you”. Yuri had that childish smile he had only seen when he was with his grandpa stuck on his face. As soon as they arrived at the wardrobe, Yuri hugged Otabek. “Thank you” he said again. Otabek hugged back. Any trace of the sensuality they had shown during the exhibition had disappeared and they became just two teens dressed in black, smiling after a nailed mischief.
I'm pretty sure you're already there? I mean, technically you nailed that with the promo pic, and then again with Kira talking about the amount of followers on the blog. Though I know that feel! I try to do that on my blog, but sometimes I feel like I make the characters too OOC hhggg. BUT DON'T WORRY, I'd say you've hit the mark right in the eye(get it??? bull's eye-okay i'll leave now)
it’s a difficult spot to hit tbh, but you know, practice makes perfect (or as my music teacher said, perfect practice makes perfect)