#Enhypen_is_7 🧡

Meggo | 28

[undr]

Top 10 - 2018 (2/2)

1- F. J. Mortimer. Hansom cabs drive through overcast streets on a rainy day in London. 1903. 2 - Ernst Haas. A dancer at an evening ball and fashion show held at the Plaza Hotel, New York, 1956. 3 - George Rinhart. A view of the London Tower Bridge. 1900. 4 - Unknown Photographer. In a French village 1950s. 5 - Bettmann. 47th Street and Broadway. New York. 1955

[jardinssteve]

[nephynes]

ONE TWIN TOO MANY ── .✦ jake sim ✦ teaser

How would you describe the Sim twins? Jace Sim is your sweet, caring and nerdy best friend while his identical twin Jake is everything his brother isn’t—a hedonistic frat boy you want absolutely nothing to do with. Too bad it seems he’s decided to stop hiding just how much he’s in love with you.

pairing ── jake sim x afab reader

content tags/warnings ── angst, a lot of miscommunication and misunderstandings, smut, oral, sixty-nining, use of alcohol, intoxication, impersonation, mistaken impersonation, unprotected sex, angry sex, arguing.

fic word count ── estimate ≥ 35k

teaser word count ── 1.2k

release date ── 24th july tag list now closed

You feel irritation surge through your body all over again and by now you've reached Jace's door. Not even bothering to knock, you shove it open dramatically. "Jace, I swear to God I think it's finally time for me to try celibacy."

Jace is sat up in his bed in gray sweatpants and a compression shirt, glasses sliding down his nose as he looks up from his laptop to blink at you slowly. "Mmm? Why?"

You kick the door shut behind you, "Cause men are the worst and I'm tired of kissing so many frogs just because I want a prince!"

"Tell me more."

He says softly and sets his laptop aside as you dramatically throw yourself onto the end of his bed with a groan loud enough to let him know you're genuinely upset. You stare at the ceiling before you start ranting again. "First of all, he had the personality of a plastic spork and I'm not even joking, the conversation was so bad, like a solid three out of ten."

"This man," you continue, pointing accusingly at absolutely nothing, "had the audacity to insinuate that he would only pay for dinner if I was going home with him!"

Jace's eyebrows immediately pull together. "What? That's so messed up."

"Exactly." You sigh before sitting up abruptly again. "He said it like he thought it was charming and sexy too. Like I was supposed to giggle and throw my panties at him across the table."

You watch as Jace grimaces at your words, "Please tell me you didn't stay after he said that?"

Damn. How do you tell your best friend that not only did you stay you actually went home with this guy and had sex with him? If you could call that sex.  "I was very horny, okay? I'm literally ovulating and I thought ugh maybe the sex could be good?" Yeah, that works.

"Oh come on, Y/n. You're better than that." He seems so disappointed in you that you have to try to ignore the fact that he even let the conversation get this far.

"And not to add to your disappointment but the sex absolutely sucked. Just added a body to my count and that brings me to a whoppingggg...two." You say and start giggling to yourself

Jace lets out the most disbelieving laugh imaginable. "Oh my God."

"It was so bad, Jace. Like genuinely horrible. I've had more chemistry with self checkout machines." That manages to get a startled laugh out of him. "He kept asking me if I liked that every three seconds."

If you'd just slow down to take a look at your best friend's face, you'd see a smirk you'd never seen before but of course you don't cause you're so mad at the whole situation, more at yourself too. "And then when I tried to—like—guide him a little?" You gesture wildly. "He got defensive."

"Hmm, defensive how?" He asks, eyeing you weirdly now. "Defensive like when I tried to guide his fingers to my actual clit he—"

Your words are cut off by the door swinging open and your irritation immediately flares at the sight of who is standing in the doorway, shifting your gaze back to the twin on the bed, you let out a groan of annoyance. "Seriously, Jake? Can you give us five minutes of peace?" you mutter, rolling your eyes toward the doorway, expecting to see Jace's twin brother hovering there with his usual grating smirk.

But instead the room just goes dead silent and curiosity forces you to actually look at the person standing in the threshold. You rake your eyes over him, ready to snap some insult about him intruding on your conversation but the words die in your throat. Because why is he standing there so confused and wearing his brother's clothes and carrying his textbooks?

Why is the custom silver bag chain you had to hunt down for Jace's birthday hanging from Jake's bag?

Your stomach drops in a sickening free fall sensation. If that's Jace...then who the hell are you sitting next to?

"What are you even talking about?" the twin standing in the door asks, his voice threaded with a weary frustration. He looks between you and the bed, his brow furrowing deeper. "Jake, I told you—I don't know how many times I have to say this—stay the hell out of my room when I'm not here. Why are you even here?"

You slowly turn your head to look at the person sitting on the bed and he's already watching you, his gaze no longer just amused, it's now sharp, and terrifyingly aware of the fact that you have just realized exactly who he is. He's also completely dropped the persona of his brother he'd been carrying, there's something in the way his eyes can go from earnest and sweet just like his brothers to predatory so quickly.

This isn't the first time, maybe that’s why you feel the sting that makes your vision blur with heat so quickly. Jake has made a sport of this, a twisted game of shadows where he slips into his brother's life just to see how long it takes for you to figure it out. But your anger isn't just directed at him this time around, it's the way he makes you feel so stupid you can’t stand. You've known Jace for years, he’s your best friend and yet you just laid your entire sexual history bare to a predator in a compression shirt because he mirrored an earnest tilt of the head and a quiet "Tell me more."

Jace lets out a breath that sounds more like a groan, "Jake," he says in a frustrated but practiced tone. "Get off my bed. Now."

Jake doesn't move immediately, still lingering in the dip of the mattress and watching the way your chest pants with outraged breaths. Only when Jace takes a step further into the room does Jake finally rise, moving with an infuriating lack of urgency and stretching in the mirror. You watch as his muscles pull taut against that borrowed shirt—Jace's shirt.

"Relax, professor. I'm leaving," Jake says, his voice losing the faux earnest quality he'd used to bait you just a moment ago. Now he’s just Jake, arrogant and loud Jake. "Mom called. She wanted me to tell you that if you don't call her back by six to confirm for Sunday dinner, she's going to stop by your lab and embarrass you in front of your recluse friends."

"That could have been a text, Jake. A five second text. You didn't need to come here."

Jake tilts his head, a lazy, jagged grin cutting across his face. "I know," he smiles wider, the amusement dancing in his tone. "But where's the fun in a text? I prefer the personal touch."

He begins to move toward the door, his shoulder intentionally brushing yours as he attempts to pass. But then he stops and leans in, letting the heat radiate off his skin in a way that makes you want to scramble backward but you're pinned by the stupid audacity of his proximity.

His lips hover inches from the shell of your ear, dropping his voice into a low volume that Jace couldn't possibly catch over the sound of his own frustrated rustling.

"For what it's worth, baby doll," he breathes, "I could definitely get you off. And I promise you wouldn't have to show me where anything was. I'd find it just fine on my own."

[captain-price-returns]

Arrest everyone involved.

[captain-price-returns]

Money saved: maybe a couple million dollars.

People killed: around three quarters of a million.

[brazenautomaton]

Okay but no though. I finally said "fuck it" and looked it up.

Everyone quoting this number is quoting what certain people predicted would be the number after a year without aid. I have never seen anyone cite a number that was not a projection written beforehand, based on estimates of what would happen with no aid.

Except that isn't what happened.

The "dissolution" and "aid freeze" were constantly tied up in the courts instead of being implemented. Marco Rubio was put in charge of USAID, and despite being a Republican, he is an actual human being who would show activity on an EEG and not an arc node of Trumpism. He issued waivers to keep funding the "critical" lifesaving operations of USAID going during the funding freeze, regardless of the courts' decisions. His explicit intent was to dissolve USAID as he saw it as a wasteful and counterproducrive program, but incorporate the parts of USAID that actually were useful (like these programs) into the State Department. From other pages linked on the same site, he appears to have done that. Rubio's "America First Global Health Strategy" lays out an extremely reasonable argument for what he is doing and why. He even goes into specific detail about how great PEPFAR is and why so much of its budget is being wasted on buck-wild overhead costs and inefficiencies instead of integrating local services.

I think the initial rush of "everything is cancelled NO WAIT no it isn't" probably caused harmful disruption, but don't know if I buy the story that it forced tens of thousands of layoffs. Because that period lasted, like, a week and that's not enough time for them to have felt the effect yet. Still wasn't good! Most things Trump just stumbles into dick-first aren't! But everyone I can find claiming this body count is making it based on projections from the first moment that aid was cut, and didn't alter their predictions to account for the fact that the majority of that aid was resumed pretty quickly..

[samueldays]

The alleged kill count is wrong for two reasons.

The moral reason is that "refrained from rescuing" is not the same thing as "killed"; the equivalence is made up by people who will grab onto anything to Get Trump but they never apply the same standard for e.g. the Obama Presidential Library "killing" thousands of people by spending that money on something other than aid. (Except for like five Effective Altruists.)

The practical reason is that we don't have to lean on hypothetical "sophisticated modelling tools" any more now that we have data from countries that got their aid cut, and the data indicates the model was wrong, the projected deaths didn't happen.

[beardedmrbean]

The standard DOGE used for sending USAID money out or not was, give us the contact information for the people the aid is supposed to be reaching so we can be assured that the aid is reaching them and not just lining the pockets of people in the cash pipeline.

How dare they try and make sure that the money is actually helping people.

[the-davest-of-uncles]

Whole lotta leftists pissed off their money spigot was turned off and they had to get real jobs.

[trader-j0e]

So basically the Democrats once again screech about numbers that don't exist

[the-davest-of-uncles]

Must be a day ending in Y.

[gsirvitor]

[thejiminiepark]

BTS ARIRANG WORLD TOUR IN MUNICH D 1

26.07.11

[rjshope]

Jinmin complimenting each other♡

[jjungkkook]

(cr. shotbyshola)

[sophsun1]

Sabrina the Teenage Witch – 1.05: A Halloween Story

[jkooceano]

[ like or reblog ; if you save/use ]

[voidpostings1]

[writtenbyjm]

Written by Angels 🪽

[nocontextpsych]

[lusse7]

Into the sun

[rosie-rosem]

rerouted masterlist

main masterlist | date:7.13.2026

❥ featuring: sim jaeyun

❥ genre: teachers x forced proximity x enemies to lovers

❥ summary: y/n, a high school teacher, recently moved closer to work, meaning a change in her bus route was inevitable. coincidentally, she now shares the same bus as her colleague sim jaeyun. despite their constant on-edge interactions at school, the unavoidable commute together adds a new layer to their relationship. as they navigate the shared bus rides, the tension between them becomes a well-known dynamic among the students. now, both have to endure the daily bus journey, uncertain of how this forced proximity might change their relationship over time.

❥ warnings: ?

❥ schedule: once a week?? (7.13.2026

❥ start: 7/13/2026 | end: ?

❥ taglist: just drop a comment to be added! 𑣲⋆

❥ a/n: hey! here is the masterlist for rerouted!! I'm hoping to get at least one chapter out a week, but please stay patient with me!! i'm currently job hunting, and that's taking a lot of my time. thank you, enjoy 𑣲⋆ (7.13.2026

❥ total wc: 1.5k

❥ a/n: i'm hoping to have around 30 chapters, but again, I'm uncertain as of right now. (7.13.2026

chapter 1: a fresh start

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epilouge:

©rosie-rosem

[luvzsick]

[namchyoon]

he's insanely gorgeous