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bonnie! she/them. 25↑ 🔞 i love my wife & my bnnuys 🫧 not spoiler free pfp by tumblr.com/itsgrains ♡ : #연숩 + #花主 + #ヒカよし "which hikaru" yeah | 🔄❌️ writing tag: #lovesverses ♡ wip tag: #loves_lite

notification tab except there is just one red bar running across it with an exclamation point in a circle before a single word: Forbidden
namjoon smiling bashfully
needed that in my life
elements in bonnie's birth chart. 12 fire, 8 earth, 7 air, 0 water.
NEXT SCENE so next time they meet they’re making eyes at each other, gearing up, letting loose like two insults before they’re at each other. like fists in shirts, pulling each other in, getting into each others faces. by God, they… they’re not fighting… they’re… they’re making out…
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teddie saying "i know what you are"
screencap of my tl showing a succession of posts within minutes, from most to least recent: adashu fic, manga cap of yu looking pensive, manga cap of yosuke looking at yu's back while petals fall around them, quoted by me as a shoujo manga scene depicting blossoming and growing romance.
adashu fic titled "dead in the whipping cream" by lovesverses.
“i didn't think he was your type.” yu should've seen this coming. she should have. yet some part of her thought yosuke wouldn't care. not really. not beyond a general curiosity. not beyond a talking point, or a bit of trivia the way knowing where someone keeps their porn is fun but doesn't really matter. yosuke's hands are under yu's futon now, where she keeps three gravure magazines and a selection of photographs tucked randomly into each because she her uncle is one story but nanako is another. she didn't let yosuke see the photographs though. so she's sitting on her magazines with the photographs while yosuke sits between her legs and reaches under her. spitefully searching for her porn. it's so obvious. part of yu wants to spite her in return.
empty profile with a bio containing the phrase: if you're a trump fan block me!!
multiple tabs that expose my hanashu brainrot
film photograph of a street. in the distance, the sky has many cumulus clouds.
meme of yosuke blushing while 'recent searches' display the searches: bros, bromance, bro aesthetic, i love my bro aesthetic
meme of kanji and yu from persona 4 implying that kanji has not responded to yu's selfie because he cannot spell 'gorgeous'
screen capture of some lyrics from sleep token's 'damocles' which read: well, nobody told me i'd get tired of myself when it all looks like heaven, but it feels like hell when the river runs dry and the curtain is called how will i know if i can't see the bottom? come up for air and choke on it all come up for air and choke on it all no one else knows that i've got a problem what if i can't get up and stand tall? what if the diamond days are all gone, and who will i be when the empire falls? wake up alone, and i'll be forgotten
3rd release from sleep token's upcoming album 'even in arcadia'
screencap of me saying seulgi always appears on my feed when i am going thru it
screenshot of persona 4 golden gameplay dialogue. yosuke, with his trusty bike, is speaking to the protagonist before a downpour on their way to school. while winking, he says: You wanna ride? It's a little squeaky, but it should be fine.
vi's warring kingdoms skin
that body of yours is absurd
it’s ten minutes after the time soobin usually clocks off but the receptionist says he hasn’t left yet. — excerpt from self-indulgent vampire fic where the vampire is totally normal about his human and this news causes absolutely nothing abnormal to occur
images from episode 10 of kobayashi-san chi no maid-dragon. the first image features kanna in bed before sleeping, asking tohru who is at her bedroom door, "does santa know where we are?" the second image features kobayashi returning home, comically sweating as she looks at a chimney that magically appeared. its entrance is decorated with lights and surrounded by glowing neon signs that state: chimney here. open. this is the home of good girl, kobayashi kanna. good girl.
fandom: persona 4 ship: hanamura yosuke/narukami yu (persona 4 protagonist) prompt: unshakeable title: on watching my best friend whom i idolise and cannibalise and (omitted) isn’t yosuke familiar with yu’s back? his spine’s sloping curve— duh, sitting behind him every day for months will do that. —his shoulders’ practised set— nothing ever fazes yu, huh? —his nape when he rubs his neck, pinked where his hand dragged. if- “yosuke, i-”
a yeonbin fic titled "pearl moon" by lovesverses on ao3. it's rated e (explicit) and is about 4000 words long.
when sunday takes the stage, gallagher’s throat goes dry. despite being a hot topic in every conversation concerning The Family, sunday has been secondary for at least a decade since the announcement of his seventeenth birthday. to have him take charge of the festivities without a ceremonial conference… or, maybe, this old dog’s information is sorely outdated.
a screencapture of bsky's TOS, containing a list of examples on what not to do
not just a naga but the naga to end all naga: choi yeonjun with the pearly pink scales and full-bloom cherry blossom hair, and his dazzling smile, and those star-speckled eyes… the elders always warn against naga, their mesmerising charms, but no warning prepares soobin for yeonjun. the way he slithers to the sun-warmed rock soobin dozes on, waiting for his river-washed clothes to dry; the way he coils, playfully, around soobin; the way he slips his hand under soobin’s jaw with a flourish.
post reading "college au but it's malsun and soonja" featuring 4 screenshots of txt's yeonjun and soobin, who are dressed in a manner reminiscent of a skit they did as an old couple. in this skit, yeonjun was an elderly man named malsun who was married to an elderly woman named soonja. image 1: yeonjun laughing beside soobin, who has both his hands raised as he's about to yell image 2: a close up of yeonjun laughing image 3: an image with motion blur as the camera pans away from yeonjun, who is still laughing, to soobin, who is now yelling and pointing image 4: a close up of soobin, mid-yell, with a distressed, imploring expression
soobin grabs yeonjun’s hand and squeezes it so quickly that yeonjun would have missed it if she weren’t involved. her bashfulness takes on a more flustered edge; yeonjun feels it rolling off soobin in time with the slow, heavy breeze dragging through the tennis court and roiling up more heat. “you’re pretty. really pretty.” yeonjun pushes her fingers up between soobin’s, squeezing again. “m’not just saying it to be nice, soobin-ah. i really mean it.”
“hello, little fairy,” yeonjun coos. he brushes his hand through soobin’s hair, dislodges leaves and bits of pieces of torn vines, then curls his fingers around the shape of soobin’s ear. —excerpt from coral haze tiding
yeonjun smiled brightly, crooned, “bin-ah!” and seemed to fluster when soobin smiled back, called him hyung, and said, “i’m so glad you’re here,” so quickly that he could barely regret it because yeonjun’s cheeks pinked from more than the afternoon sun’s heat. —excerpt from “go to summer camp,” they said, “it’ll be fun and you have nothing to lose.” like, yeah, okay
he’s pretty damn sure that’s why, not even a week later, little groups of people follow him around campus saying that he’s the perfect one to appease the ghost. —excerpt from my husband is (supposedly) a fearsome ghost lord
yeonjun grins—“and this is the part where i leave”—and he really takes his leave: fucking jumps out the window like the wild demon he is. soobin stands there for a minute before he looks out the window. yeonjun is standing there, 13 storeys down, saluting him before walking off. —excerpt from YOU BRING ME CLOSER TO GOD
comment saying: I really wanted there to be a sequel!!! It was amazing, very sexy and hot
from "The Revelation of Saint John the Divine": 6:5 And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. 6:6 And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.
yosuke gets why yu returns to inaba every year: there’s nothing like being with people who give a damn, even if it’s around an already-dingy plastic table beaten dingier over the years. it’s dangerous though, especially in the shimmery summer heat, watching yu watching him over a bottle of pocari dripping condensate down its shiny glass length to its shiny rim where it rolls onto and smears on yu’s shiny mouth. so dangerous that when teddie asks if yosuke still wants to check out the night market right after yu declines in favour of staying home that night, yosuke says: “maybe tomorrow, ted”—he can’t even pretend to look away from yu (and his gloam-grey eyes, his misty smile, his something-something that still captivates yosuke) the way he used to when they were sixteen—“think i’m staying in tonight.”
title: on watching my best friend whom i idolise and cannibalise and (omitted) author: parfait (lovesgaze) on ao3 Summary: isn’t yosuke familiar with yu’s back? his spine’s sloping curve, his shoulders’ practised set, his nape when he rubs his neck, pinked where his hand dragged.
"it's super effective!" by lovesgaze is a ficlet focusing on asta/leopold vermillion (black clover anime/manga by yuki tabata). it is 502 words of canon compliant fluff, crushing, and sparring with a general rating. its summary reads: from the edges of their makeshift sparring arena, fuegoleon bellows encouragements for leo to get up, there’s still a chance to turn it around! and there is: leo knows enough throws and disarming techniques. hell, he has used them plenty during today’s sparring alone! the problem is not execution.
📌 25+ | avid wife lover, street nyang, and enjoyer of all things yaoi and yuri (give me arlebina or give me d—)
“is it just me or has march been really cute lately?” “it’s just you”—dan heng (miraculously) pauses mid-sentence in the middle of a sentence in the middle of a page in the middle of the thickest physical book stelle has and will ever see—“what are you talking about?” stelle happily recounts her adventures with march during their run-in with topaz, which consists of extensive details about march’s dress, how pretty she made it look, how—well, march can barely process the rest from where she stands in the express hallway, her hand over her gaping mouth and her face stoplight red.
exerpt of an untitled adayu fic. the quoted text reads: when yu comes to him, alone, in the tv world despite it all—adachi must admit it makes his gouged-out, screwed-up heart sprout ringed wings to soar. but yu… “you say the dumbest shit.” adachi means it. adachi doesn’t mean it. he likes the dumb shit yu says. he likes yu’s dumb shit. he likes it. yu’s right but he’s wrong. yu sees right through to him but yu doesn’t know shit about him. yu knows him but his eyes still widen when adachi pulls the trigger. he’s so stupid. he’s so sweet. he’s just a damn kid. but, you know, he’s not. he doesn’t know what he is. adachi knows, though. adachi’s so sure—of everything. everyone. yu. yes, even yu. especially yu. yet yu stands frozen, ear an angry red in the aftermath of the bullet. adachi’s always been a sharpshooter. is yu surprised he’s still standing? does he expect adachi to kill him? did he think he would?
pictured is the investigation team in the tv world. the investigation team currently comprises the protagonist, yosuke, chie, and teddie. yukiko, their newest addition, is wearing the "silly glasses", which features swirly lenses with black circular frames and a plastic pink angular nose with a thin, black, curled moustache attached. yukiko laughs and asks the investigation team, "how do I look?"