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Ahn Min Hyuk’s hair pushed back (´⌣`ʃƪ)

dan & phil playlist02: can’t help falling in love (cover) - twenty one pilots

“like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so we go, some things were meant to be.”

(send me song recs!)

dan & phil playlist03: two is better than one ft. taylor swift - boys like girls

“so maybe it’s true that i can’t live without you, and maybe two is better than one. but there’s so much time to figure out the rest of my life, and you’ve already got me coming undone.”

(send me song recs!)

• Jonathan taking pictures of you at random times.

• Modeling for his pictures every once in awhile or whenever you feel cutest

• You would have dinners often with Joyce and Will that’s always full of laughter and funny stories

• Jonathan would make countless mixtapes for you with new songs he thinks you’d like

• Screaming the lyrics to his favorite songs in his room or in the car or anywhere else

• Will trying to teach you how to play Dungeons and Dragons but you not understanding at all

• “Studying” that usually end up with make out sessions and cuddles

• Cute little cheek forehead kisses

•Looking through Jonathan’s baby pictures with Joyce!!

• Jonathan always listening to you if you’re having a hard time and being the best shoulder to cry on

Eddie becoming slightly nervous and panicked when asked whether or not he found you to be attractive and possible girlfriend material with you sitting right next to him during an interview. His face flushing, turning all different shades of red, with a slight terror-stricken expression. Stuttering and tripping over his words because truthfully he found you to be exquisitely beautiful and more than girlfriend material. 

Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, startled by something. Might be his dreams, might not. He didn’t remember enough of them to tell.

What he remembered of them usually went like this:

He woke up alone. Statics filled the air. The streets buzzed. The punches never came, and he just walked the streets until he was on the ground, in front of an alleyway. The dusty lamppost stood between him and the entrance. The light flickered the way usual household light bulbs did, but slower.

Then he woke up, alone, the newest podcast playing on loop in his ears. The light was always off.

It really wasn’t much to go by.

even more bc it has to run its course