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repost from chwerio / being lazy with husband jeonghan
"we should really put those away soon," you look down at jeonghan, his cheek pressed to your chest. one arm is slung over your waist, his fingers holding on to the hem of your shirt. "i don’t think seungkwan liked how we still had it up for his party."
that makes him stir on top of you, his groggy face turning to yours in annoyance at the memory of when seungkwan had called you both lazy hosts. "what, the christmas lights?"
"yes, the christmas lights, hannie," you say, stroking his hair. you shift upwards on the couch, jeonghan’s body still laying limp on you. "oh, and the tree as well…"
"mhm, you know he just complains about everything," he murmurs, cuddling his face into the fabric of your shirt. "and we can just call cheol to put the tree away."
you snort at that, fingers now tracing his spine. "we should at least take off the ornaments then," you say, lightly poking his side. "come on, if we don't do it now, we'll just forget again."
when you try to move, jeonghan responds by tightening his hold around you. he hooks his leg over yours as his head slides higher on your chest. "no."
"jeonghan."
his hair tickles your chin as he shakes his head. "yyy/n-ie, 'm tired," he whines.
"that's not cute," you say, even as you continue to trace lines on his hair. jeonghan exhales, mumbling something you don't hear. he just adjusts again to make himself heavier, settling his weight more firmly onto you. "thirty minutes and then i'm getting up, okay?"
"fine, leave me then," he says, letting out a quiet huff.
"you and your victim mindset," you quickly peck the crown of his head, craddling him like a baby. before you could speak again, you hear his breathing even out. "so dramatic..."
repost from chwerio / sleepy and clingy jeonghan...
jeonghan doesn't think twice before flopping onto the mattress next to your still body. despite your protests that 'outside clothes don't belong on the bed,' he's already had a long day and wants nothing more than to doze off by your side.
and of course, his arrival wasn't all that quiet; he just had to let you know he was home somehow.
"go change, honey," you grumble into the pillow.
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belt loops
pairing - vernon x reader
content - drabble, fluff, established relationship, vernon is very loving here! (possibly a teensie bit ooc), reader has a little anxiety in crowded places, slightly suggestive (kissing, allusions to sex [barely])
word count - 1.2k
summary - three ways in which vernon uses the belt loops of your jeans not for its intended purpose.
a/n - hello… im just gonna repost all my works… slowly
WHEN YOU'RE DEFIANT, it's usually out of pettiness. Though you aren't directly opposed to it, there's lingering annoyance in your demenor. Vernon knows that when your chin turns away from him, it's a disapproval of your loss in rock-paper-scissors. Well, losers weepers.
"So, I guess it's pasta tonight," he says, following behind you. You can hear the cheekiness in his voice, that of a winner's tone.
You slow down your strides on the sidewalk, making room for him to walk beside you. "Guess so."
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repost from chwerio / bf vernon who lets his partner do whatever they want :D
vernon doesn't say anything. not when you stick holographic tabby cats on the side of his headphones. in fact, he doesn't even move a muscle from where he's sitting, as if he were paying you no mind at all.
he isn't oblivious to your chest leaning into his side or how your chin rests on his shoulder out of boredom. to him, it had always been your way of letting him know that you needed some sort of attention.
only this time, while he was mindlessly scrolling through his phone, you had other ideas in mind.
repost from chwerio / vernon surprising you on your birthday !!
vernon can't cook. he burns toast. he forgets to flip the omelets. and he boils noodles until the heat detector rings in your shared apartment. oh, and he definitely can't bake, either.
that's why the smell of something burnt hits you once you unlock the door. you find him with his back turned to you, hunched over the table, seemingly being careful about what's placed in front of him. while you quietly enter, you hear him scoff at something as he turns around, only to be wide-eyed by your presence. "oh--you--you're early," he blurts.
you peer behind him, dropping your bag on the floor. "you made... cake?" you say, referring to the dark brown blob splattered on a plate, though it's worth the thought (decorated with coloured sprinkles), but only six candles?
vernon answers before you could question more, "we ran out of candles--or, i ran out." he fiddles with the empty container before quickly setting it down to pick up the plate, clearing his throat. "happy... um… sixth birthday."
"vernon..."
"shh, i know, i know,” he sets it on the counter closest to you, reaching to grab the lighter from the table. as he clicks it with one hand, his other lightly pulls your arm, ushering you to stand in front. "i know it looks bad--"
"no!" you gasp, almost teary eyed. "i… i love it. it’s… it’s just so sweet. yeah, very sweet of you..."
"yeah?" he huffs, though more like a laugh as watches your reaction, rubbing your shoulders. "then you should probably make your wish now."
you nod with trembling lips, staring at the six candles knowing that you’re going to wish for the next sixty birthdays of his dark brown blob cakes.
Oh yeah im gonna start posting my old works cuz i feel bad for those who mightve wanted to reread them
I cry bc i work in customer service
I should be allowed to shoot people bc i work in customer service
A writing turn off for me is when their format
Is like this
Like they be skipping lines every sentence or dialouge
Girl just write
This hurts to read
Also the lack of description
Feed me da juices
Drunk asl rn