i will be moving blogs to @minkyeos (couldn’t mention the acc for some reason T_T) i will be starting over bc ive been very inactive here and i can’t really guarantee i’ll be super active but i do have plans on starting a smau, so please follow the new blog!! thank you <33
— wedding dress tag game.
search “wedding dress [# of followers]” and the first thing that comes up is your dress + the 8th idol photo in your camera roll is who you’re marrying
not tagged but it seems fun so i wanted to try it!
ok so the dress is so beautiful but i cant imagine how itchy those prints? designs? on your arms must’ve been (im sorry idk the english word for it 😭) and i also saved a sunoo pic bc i was editing him 4 his birthday LMAO
happy birthday to sunoo! i’m so sorry i have nothing written for him. i’m experiencing mild writer’s block currently and i hate it sm so take this last minute gfx (if you can even call it that) that i made!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNOO U DESERVER SO MUCH MORE T_T
✧ post four pictures that represent your y/n core (?!)
✦ thanks for tagging me @angelhee and @riki-zone
rubiecore uwu
✧ tagging : @lyjikyu @neo-shitty @jihoonsconstellation @lqsience @vantaengelic @kpoppinandlockin @armysantiny and anyone who sees this, you're tagged (no pressure uwu)
Please, with everything that I have in me, I am begging for help for a family of 2 disabled black siblings (my autistic brother & myself with a physical disability) to not go homeless again during this pandemic.
For those who don’t know, I am a physically disabled black woman and the sole caretaker of my autistic brother. Last year, we lost the home our father worked his entire life for after he passed away. My brother and I were made homeless.
Since, we’ve been able to rent a home. But with our unique situation of no income, no rental history, no credit… nobody wants us as renters and the only deal we were able to get was to pay our entire YEAR’s worth of rent up front.
PLEASE READ MOST RECENT UPDATE AT END OF STORY!
We have lost the home … Dave Davis needs your support for Help 2 Black & Disabled Siblings
The last I updated you all, we were waiting on a hearing to determine the status of my brother’s disability case. We have been fighting for his disability for the whole year since we moved across the country, and after it was illegitimately denied TWICE before… the hearing that was set for June 3rd finally came. It was our last hope to get the funds we need to pay our upcoming rent. But when the date came… after waiting tirelessly… we were informed that it was postponed until 3 months from now.
Three Months.
Our lease ends at the end of July, we DO NOT have Three Months. The way the disabled are discarded like nothing is unbearable. You have no idea the pain I felt that day… seeing them treat a case that is so important that it stands between us and our home… like just another file. Like it means nothing. And this is what I mean when I say…
They Do NOT Want Us To Live.
It would have been our last hope at stable income to be able to pay our rent normally. We do not have any income at this time. Even the art that I was making was taken down by Etsy. Everyday I wake up in agony of not knowing what’s going to happen next.
Call after call with no leads to any help. I haven’t had any transportation for the entire year since we were first kicked out of the only home we ever knew, and it’s been so unbelievably hard to find any work that I’m capable of without it.
I have given my everything.
And I have gotten nothing back.
And with all of it, I still sit here with my only sliver of hope to reach out to anyone who might see this.
For the past several months, I have been trying to work up the courage to ask for help again. The strength to reach out again. If it was just me, I don’t think I could do this. But my brother, who has no way whatsoever of taking care of himself… what is he supposed to do if we lose our home? It has taken everything in me to sit here and write this cry for assistance.. but cry, I must.
I have done nothing but look for other options. Tirelessly, day in and day out I have reached out to so many of these “resources” who are supposed to help us in times like this and time and time again, I have been shut down. My willpower has been crushed so much it’s not even describable.
If you can help us, please know that even the lowest amount that you can possibly afford could help us right now. I’m so scared of losing everything again.
I haven’t been able to rest. Every moment I’m awake just brings me back to the trauma I’ve experienced this year.
I would just like to say with you all that
Disabled Black Lives Matter.
We deserve to feel safe and secure. We deserve a world that cares what happens to us. I know there are people out there who do. So I am asking you, one more time.
PLEASE READ MOST RECENT UPDATE AT END OF STORY!
We have lost the home … Dave Davis needs your support for Help 2 Black & Disabled Siblings
We need your help.
Please help us, share our GoFundMe, share our story, donate anything you can at this time. If we can reach our goal we can be safe for AT LEAST another year.
Help us keep a roof over our heads so that we can KEEP TRYING.
We only have a matter of weeks at this point and we’re not even close. Please reblog if you can’t help and please know even the smallest donation could help us so so much!
paris - soft smiles, blooming flowers, lots of sunlight, stories swirling in your mind, cursive letters, piercing eyes, whispers filled with secrets
new york - gives zero fucks about others’ opinions, perfect eyebrows, no sleep, a bit sad inside, huge equal rights activist, red lipstick, artsy af, string lights, lots of coffee, high waisted jeans
london - new ideas, old architecture, a soft voice, flickering candles, intelligent eyes, loud laughter, dancing alone in your room, big dreams, hot tea
montréal - comfy socks, french bakeries, lover of books, bold thoughts, wide smiles, kinda broken, cute jackets, warm hot chocolate, cobblestone streets
tokyo - aesthetic af, pen sketches, bright colors, bold fashion, small yet powerful smiles, striving for greatness, cute glasses
rome - loves museums, kind words, tangled earbuds, a bit in love, bright eyes, artsy photos, likes history, open windows, probably sings in the shower
honestly.. the way people are treating this whole situation. is it okay for enha to make those comments towards sunoo? absolutely not, and they should understand that it can really tear someone down. but does that give engenes the okay to send literal teenagers death threats? no. some of y’all really forget your place and it shows 🤨 enhypen is a group, and they should be the ones talking things through—which i’m sure they will. we don’t know them personally, so we don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. don’t act like you’re besties with them and think you’re entitled to saying such harsh things—to any of them. if you’re taking this opportunity to shit talk the rest of enha and justifying it by “protecting sunoo” you need to disrespectfully stfu. they’re growing as individuals, and growing as a group. y’all need to understand that asap.
You burn. In the night, under the hot sun, you burn. You shine in the darkest nights, bringing to your readers an immortal fire. No one is able to portray feelings better than you. Emotions burn your characters, making them matches in dark rooms, lighting up everything, and burning from their own hands. Your best is shown in short stories, where the flames of your character’s souls can burn brighter than ever, and become ashes. Your stories hold the most passionate love, soft sighs whispered against a lover’s skin, and the neon lights of a night club. Pain is your second name, and you don’t mind it. Wars, betrayal, yearning, a/b/o and enemy to lovers are your favorite tropes. But when you decide to comfort, the fierce fire that burns in your soul becomes the warm hug of a blanket in a cold day. Established relationships, per-relationship fluff and medical fics are great at showing this softer side of you. Keep burning, and show everyone how hard a fire can burn, even in the coldest of the nights.
tumblr’s algorithm only cares about posts that are reblogged, it doesn’t count likes. posts don’t get promoted or circulated when they only have likes (the way instagram functions), only reblogs matter for increasing reach on tumblr as a platform.
like y'all are fuckin killing tumblr (& content creation) but okay
you think that’s not a lot of notes? that’s cute.
but yeah, tumblr’s system definitely doesn’t advantage non-popular artists, but there’s a big problem from within the community too. i have over 400 followers and i consider myself lucky when more than 2 people reblog my art, so imagine how much worse it is for people with even less followers.
reblog content creators, guys. liking posts doesn’t do anything.
Sorry to break it to you but they’re all right. Tumblr isn’t Instagram. Likes don’t get us anywhere. Everybody’s “drop a heart and keep scrolling” mentality has murdered all of my original content sideblogs. Each and every one of them.
a/n i literally have never been in a relationship so for all i know. This could be completely off but thank you anon for the request i enjoyed doing this <3
✰. GENRE ➱ angst, a little bit of fluff, peter pan au
✰. WORD COUNT ➱ 368 words
✰. WARNINGS ➱ toxic relationship? honestly idk if this is included as toxic or not
✰. NOTE ➱ i need more riki imagines STAT! also sorry for this short drabble, i dunno if i wanna make a part 2 for this or not.
it was about 8:30 PM when you finished diner. you excitedly made your way back to your room knowing very well a one of a kind boy is waiting outside of your window, or so you thought. you struggled a bit to get the door open and when you did, disappointment took over you. “hm i guess he’s busy tonight.” you sighed, you tried to be hopeful about it at least. you sat on the alcove of your window and decided to take a little nap since you felt a bit tired. seconds passed, your eyelids felt heavier and soon you found yourself heading to dreamland.
it wasn’t till 3 hours later, you found yourself waking up from the sound of tapping coming from beside you. you tilted your head to the source of the sound to find the boy you’ve been hoping to come. a smile made its way to your face at the sight of riki floating outside, waiting to be let in. “well if it isn’t the neverland boy.” you chuckled. “sorry for taking awhile, the boys needed some help.” you knew very well whom he meant, in fact you met all the 6 boys already and you even got sad knowing you had to go back. “don’t worry about it. anyways tomorrow’s my birthday.” although you meant it to be happy, a sad feeling was all riki felt.
“can’t you come with me to neverland? the boys missed you too you know.” he looked down, he anticipated your answer already. “riki you knew very well i ca-” “well why can’t you?” you didn’t even have time to finish your sentence before riki asked yet another question. the question that has always been lingering on your mind and yet you don’t even have the answer to it yourself. it always went this way, him asking questions and you not having any answers for him. you looked down and after that all you heard was a sigh. you felt the wind brushing against your skin and that could only meant one thing. you looked up to see your window opened and riki nowhere to be found leaving you in the darkness of your own room.
✰. A/N ➱ im so sorry if theres any missings words / repeated sentences! tumblr was glitching rlly hard and i tried fixing it but either more sentences got repeated or the title went to who knows where 😐
heeseung — dancing in the rain
ok hear me out dancing with heeseung?? in THE RAIN
especially at midnight and on like a rooftop
and the city lights everywhere its such a sight omg
could be any song? like slow songs, hype songs, soft songs
and then running back home everything is just soaked
both of you desperately trying to protect your phones and laughs filled the air