Rani|Lixie Enthusiast

You make Stray Kids STAY~ (ot8)

[spidaerman]

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

[minbirdie]

hiii! can i request number 5 and 12 with bangchan for the drabble request game? thank you in advance! hope you have a nice day💖

drabble game: #5 (“what? what do you fucking want?”) + #12 (“we’re getting a divorce.” “i do think you need to marry me before you can do that.”)

word count: ~700

warnings: strong language (but dw it’s purely fluff)

a/n: i adore bang chan so thank u for requesting him <3 im sorry it took so long but i hope u enjoy, my dearest!

distractions | b.ch

chan probably understood the need to be alone in order to get an important job done more than anyone else he knew. alone time was vital to his own creative process, and he knew that finals were just around the corner for you, forcing you to buckle down and focus on your work. he understood and wanted to be supportive, but when you sat curled in his desk chair, wearing one of his many hoodies, tired eyes drooping as your fingers dashed wildly across your laptop’s keyboard, he couldn’t help but interrupt your study session.

“babe,” he whined with a grin, enveloping you in an awkward, clingy hug from behind. you hardly acknowledged his presence, eyes glued to the screen as the little word counter at the bottom ticked higher and higher. he tried again, this time poking your cheek with his index finger. “y/n,” he laughed, trying even more than usual to be lighthearted despite your preoccupied state.

you threw yourself back against the chair with a dramatic groan, leaning your head against his shoulder. from this position, your features appeared upside down to chan, with the frustrated creases around your forehead stretching down toward the carpet and your chin jutted toward the ceiling. “what?” you drew out the syllable as you turned ever so slightly in the leather chair, and chan’s smile only grew at your theatrical response. “what do you fucking want, you absolute hindrance?”

at that, chan burst out laughing, and you scrunched your eyebrows together to playfully indicate your seriousness. “stop laughing!” you pouted, although chan could tell from the way you pressed your lips together that you were suppressing your own fit of giggles.

“i’m not laughing!” he lied through a dazzling smile before peering at your computer out of curiousity. “ah, the social history of american agriculture—“ he hardly had time to finish reading the title of your paper before your head snapped up, and you swiveled around in your chair to glare at him.

“yes,” your tone was exasperated, and for a moment chan felt bad for interrupting your state of concentration. he felt your finger poke his chest, and he frowned, looking down at it with knitted eyebrows. “and i need to have a least another 2,000 words by midnight, so if you could kindly,” you nudged him back with the finger pressed into his chest, “go away.”

chan stuck out his bottom lip, a fake pout taking over his features. he knew he looked as silly as he felt, goofily pretending to be hurt by your words, but he couldn’t help feeling unbelievably giddy around you, even when you quite literally kicked him out of his own apartment. “fine,” he sniffled through pretend tears, shuffling away with his head down. “i’ll leave. even though you’re taking over my place...” he continued to pout even as he slipped his shoes on, hoping for some sort of reaction from you.

“channie,” you called his name out sweetly, and chan’s features alighted with glee.

“yes, love?”

you gestured for him to come back to you, a request he happily obliged to, smiling widely when your fingers hooked around his shirt collar and pulled him in for a kiss. “i love you,” you reassured him, and despite having heard those words countless times before, chan couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered when you whispered them into the space between your lips. “but if you come back here before i’m finished with my paper, we’re getting a divorce.”

chan quirked an eyebrow, “divorce?” he said teasingly, “well, i do think you need to marry me before you can do that.” his cheeky response caused you to sigh incredulously, and he scurried away before you could take a swing at his arm. “okay, okay, okay. i’m leaving, i’m leaving!” the words tumbled out of his mouth as you jokingly prepared your slipper to throw at him, and even though he knew you were stressed and frustrated with your paper, he heard you laugh as he closed the door behind him.

“marriage, huh?” he pondered quietly to himself with a love struck grin. “i wonder how she knew...” he trailed off, whistling a little tune he’d been working on, his mind wandering back to the dreams of wedding dresses and engagement rings he’d been having for the past week.

[shrunkskz]

Hey guys! I’m selling some bts and Got7 photocards so please dm me if you’re interested and for prices! (I’m USA based).

Also side note: @/leefelixfelicis is my trading/selling acc on Instagram and @/felixleefelicis is my acc on twitter ^^

I’m only gonna be selling in the U.S. sorry :((

I really wanna sell them quickly and give them good homes so help a girl out pLEASE 😔

[changbinskz]

puppycat cuddles

[shrunkskz]

IM SO SAD WHYYYYYYY

[lililiyababe]

drabble game: #22 (sneakily making out in a quiet corner of the library)

word count: ~900

warnings: nsfw; read at ur own risk

a/n: i’m sorry anonie i’m dumb and deleted ur ask on accident :(

[the quiet game] | j.ww

“baby,” wonwoo’s deep, soothing voice tickled the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “if we’re gonna do this, you have to be quiet.”

your hands tightened their hold around the loose fabric of his t-shirt, and an embarrassing heat colored your cheeks. yet, you nodded enthusiastically and adjusted to a more comfortable position on wonwoo’s lap while his lips returned to their previous actions, delicately traveling down your neck. your breath hitched in your throat, and you swallowed down the many curse words that threatened to spill passed your lips in response.

the idea to create a study group was yours and yours alone; you took full responsibility for that decision. you did not, however, feel responsible for falling for wonwoo’s silent, captivating charm. you were absolutely powerless to the way his dark eyes pierced straight through you as he explained the complex chemistry problem that you grappled with, the way that he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side whenever he listened intently, the way he tapped his pen against his pretty, plump lips and hummed as he worked. it was impossible not to fall for him whenever he carefully took your pen out of your hand to gently correct your calculus assignment and his fingertips accidentally brushed against your own. his intelligence, his thoughtfulness, his beauty, his everything all made your poor heart stutter inside your chest.

honestly, you’re surprised you didn’t just jump him right there in front of everyone.

his lips were somehow even more kissable when they were mere inches from your face, so you happily indulged in your desires now that the two of you found a quiet little corner in the back of the library, hidden by a maze of bookshelves. perhaps sharing the small reading chair—wonwoo being the one actually sitting while you straddled his lap—wasn’t the most comfortable position, but wonwoo quickly helped you forget about your discomfort by pressing small, heated kisses into your collar bone.

every brush of his lips against your skin set your nerves aflame, and you could feel yourself melting into his sturdy grip as he held you tightly by the waist. his hands were a solid, grounding force as his kisses took you further and further away from reality. your hands, however, took purchase in his soft locks, carding through them gently. he treated you like porcelain, his touch warm but delicate, his kiss heated yet gentle, as if you would shatter at any given moment. 

“y/n.” your name sounded so melodic when it rolled breathlessly off of wonwoo’s lips. “be careful.”

he was referring to the slight, sporadic movements of your hips against his; you became so lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue that you hardly registered the fact that you were teasing him. “i can’t help it,” you muttered into his shoulder, working your hips at a more rhythmic pace. at this, wonwoo groans—a muffled, timid noise in the back of his throat, but you definitely heard it.

without thinking, his teeth grazed the exposed skin of your shoulder in response, causing you to inhale sharply through your teeth. he pulled away quickly, looking up at you with worry pooling in his gaze. “did i hurt you?”

“nuh uh,” you shook your head, your mind going a bit foggy without the sensation of wonwoo’s lips against your skin. cupping his cheeks, you pulled him close so you could kiss him roughly, your tongue brushing against his bottom lip. he sighed into the kiss, his needy, tender hands pulling you impossibly closer to his chest.

but you wanted to be closer, to melt into every sensation that wonwoo could offer you. his touch was something that you craved, you needed as waves of heat pulsated through you. your tongues clashed desperately while your hands travelled from his hair down his chest to feel his abdomen contract underneath your fingertips. they wanted to discover his every response, map out the plentiful ways that you could make jeon wonwoo squirm.

and had it not been for wonwoo’s impeccable hearing, perhaps nothing would have stopped you from getting exactly what you wanted.

“wait,” he pulled away with only a fraction of space between the two of you, so close that his short little gasps for air fanned your reddening cheeks.

“wonwoo? y/n?” you heard a timid voice calling for you around the corner, and the both of you winced.

“shit,” wonwoo’s forehead fell against yours, a harsh look of annoyance gracing his beautiful features. quickly, you scrambled off his lap and feigned interest in the many rows of books in front of you.

seokmin’s head peaked around the corner. “oh, there you are! we thought we lost you.”

“nope,” you replied nonchalantly, “we’ve been here this whole time, uh, looking at these books.” you found it increasingly difficult to look seokmin in the eye.

however, he didn’t seem to notice. “well, wonwoo, we kinda need your help with this chemistry problem. it’s really kicking our asses.” seokmin flashed him a cheeky, almost pleading grin.

“yeah? alright, i’ll be there in a second.”

“okay! oh and y/n?” your head snapped up upon hearing your name, eyes wide with surprise.

you feigned innocence. “hm?”

“you might wanna fix your shirt before going back.” seokmin winked at you before chuckling and running off to join the others.

[satanscatsan]

wooligion

[chngbok]

Woobok x talkers

[shrunkskz]

THSI ISNT OKAY WOOLIX IS MY SHRNEJSJWKAJAMNSNWNEN

[squirrel-eliza-deactivated20231]

For Australia

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If you can’t send 5, even $1 works and I’ll create a mini design for you based on your dashboard

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Whenever there’s a disaster, emergency or crisis, your support means Red Cross will be there.

[flowerbeom]

Australia is on fire My country is on fire

This morning I woke up to the smell of smoke in my bedroom and my entire neighbourhood shrouded in smoke from fires 500km away. 

Fires that been burning since September 2019 have decimated Australia’s landscape and displaced thousands of people and killed millions of animals. 

As of January 6th 2020:

- There are currently 277 bushfires burning in 7 of our 8 states - More than 3,600,000 hectares have been ravaged by fire.    - That’s more than 63,000 square kilometres or 24,000 square miles.  -2,500 buildings Destroyed (inlcuding more than 1,700 homes) - Towns have been completely cut off by flames, resulting in Army and Navy operations to rescue stranded civilians - 25 people have died  - More than 500 Million animals have died - The Koala population in New South Wales is effectively extinct due to the complete decimation of their habitat 

This is my home, and for all the things I could do, there are so many things I cannot. I feel helpless despite everything I am trying to do to help.

So if you are able, and willing - please donate any spare money you may have to the below foundations:

Australian Red Cross Disaster Recovery and Relief

NSW Rural Fire Service

WIRES Australian Wildlife Rescue

Victorian Country Fire Association

RSPCA Bushfire Appeal

Port Macquarie Koala Hospital

Wild 2 Free Kangaroo Sanctuary

Any amount, any help counts. 

[lililiyababe]

warmth || j.ww

written for the lovely, amazing, wonderful @joenwonu <3 merry (late 😅) christmas alec!! i love you~

pairing:‌ jeon wonwoo x gender neutral reader

genre: fluffy as fluff can get, baby!

warnings: none

word count: ~1.2k

wonwoo, despite his outwardly aloof and intimidating appearance, undoubtedly radiates warmth, in both the literal and figurative sense of the word. anyone who has ever had the pleasure of witnessing his smile can attest to this simple fact; the way that his eyes crinkle into crescents, wrinkles perfectly forming at their corners, could melt even the coldest of hearts. but wonwoo’s warmth physically manifests itself as well, for curling up against his chest at the end of a long day can easily compare to lounging next to an open fire, though the former is typically much more comforting as wonwoo tends to run his fingertips idly over your bare skin in such instances. still, for as long as you’ve known him, everything about wonwoo has always been so cozy, so mellow—and so, simply put, warm.

naturally, as the weather turns drastically colder and christmas draws near, you decide to bring wonwoo to the one place where he would, as the human equivalent of a space heater, absolutely thrive—an outdoor skate rink.

“uhm,” wonwoo’s voice sounds timid as the two of you pull into the parking lot, and his stare fixates on the small crowd already gathered on the ice. “i don’t know how i feel about this…”

“hey,” you flash him a quick smile as you open the car door, “do you trust me?”

he smiles at your blatant cheesiness, his eyebrows drawing together in a slight crease. “are you quoting aladdin?”

you shake your head, his smile absolutely contagious as you find a grin of your own tugging at your cheeks. “ah, you’re too smart for me…” you coo. your gaze meets his for a split second but quickly darts down to the snow-covered ground. “but the point is! i’ve got you. i’ll teach you what i know. so there’s absolutely nothing to be worried about.” wonwoo slips his hand in yours, and you give it a firm, playful squeeze as the two of you make your way toward the ice. he simply nods, and despite the fact that the two of you held hands on many occasions before, you notice the reddish tinge of his ears.

you tell yourself it’s the cold in a merciful attempt to save wonwoo’s pride.

the two of you run into your first obstacle almost immediately: wonwoo had put his skates on the wrong feet. you wind up having to fasten his laces for him, just to make sure his ankles wouldn’t suffer from the occasional tumble. as your fingers nimbly untie the triple knot wonwoo has somehow fixed into the laces, your boyfriend merely observes the other skaters. although you should be focusing on the task at hand, you’re undeniably drawn to the distant look in his eye as he falls into his thoughts. it happens often enough to where you’re not worried about him; comfortable silence is rather common between the two of you, as wonwoo finds himself lost in his own head more often than not. but your heart always swells whenever he thinks so deeply, his head cocked to the side, his mouth only slightly agape, and a glossy, far-away look in his eye. he’s absolutely beautiful, you think to yourself with a fond smile.

you shake your head in an attempt to clear it and finish fastening wonwoo’s laces, running a hand through his dark, curly air as he timidly thanks you before walking rather clumsily toward the edge of the frozen lake.

wonwoo is, as he is with most thing he tries, fairly decent at ice skating despite his lack of practice. unlike many first-timers, wonwoo doesn’t freak out whenever he glides out onto the ice. instead, he clings tightly onto your arm, steadying himself against your sturdy figure. he wobbles uneasily at first, his grip tightening every time he starts to lose his balance, but he catches on rather fast. he even insists on staying on the ice by himself while you search for the gloves and hat that you swear you put in your back pocket before leaving the house.

you come back shivering with fingers that ache from the cold but a heart that warms at the sight of your little doe learning how to walk. with his arms straight down and fingers outstretched, wonwoo bites his lip in concentration as he slowly makes his first lap by himself. at once, he tumbles to the ground and you hear him inhale sharply at the impact. upon seeing the shock on your face, however, he bursts out laughing, and you smile in relief. he stands, again rather shakily but managing to avoid catastrophe, shakes off the ice that clung to his jeans and puffy coat, and slowly makes his way over to you.

“my butt hurts,” he says while reaching his hands out to you with a small chuckle. you take them immediately and guide him gently off the ice. “oh wow,” his smile falters upon seeing your state. “you’re freezing.”

it was true—while wonwoo was well-prepared for the snow and ice, you somehow lost your gloves and hat, leaving your fingers and ears exposed to the harsh cold. you shiver violently, teeth chattering and all, but insist that you are fine, and he shouldn’t worry about you. wonwoo won’t accept that answer.

“come here,” he mutters, pulling you tightly against his chest without hesitation. he takes your hands and places them firmly inside his gloved ones, bringing them up to his mouth so he can blow warm air onto them. the action embarrasses you, but wonwoo cannot be stopped when his mind is set on something. he sits down on a nearby bench, taking off his scarf to wrap it snuggly around you before pulling you into his lap.

“‘nonu,” the nickname rolls off your tongue like a sigh of protest, “really, i’m fine.” had it not been for the excessive chattering of your teeth, perhaps wonwoo would have believed you.

“nuh uh.” he states simply and shifts his position slightly so he can rest his head on your shoulder. “i’m not letting go. not until you stop shivering.” you hear the certainty in his deep voice, sigh, and wordlessly succumb to his wishes, curling deeper into his chest.

yes, wonwoo is always warm, whether it be physically as he shields you from the harsh winter wind and brushes his fingertips over your goosebump-pricked skin, or metaphorically whenever he makes you laugh, kisses you tenderly, or puts your needs before his own.

[shrunkskz]

Flawless as usual 💅🏽

[kertik]

If you are outside India, I am practically begging you to reblog this

Last week India passed a blatantly anti-Muslim law that seeks to naturalise millions of immigrants, except if they are Muslims.

In August of this year, India revoked the autonomous status of the Kashmir region, putting a communication blackout on the state. Kashmir has entered the fifth month of no internet and heaviest militarisation of any region in the world.

India is a secular, socialist republic. This bill is anti-constitutional and against the principles on which the country was founded

Naturally, there have been protests across the country. At the forefront of the protests are students from India's public universities.

Police opened fire on peaceful protestors in Jamia Milia Islamia University in Delhi, and Aligarh Muslim University in Uttar Pradesh.

Ever since then, the ruling fascist Hindu nationalist political party, the BJP, has been doctoring videos and sending fake news all over the internet, discrediting protestors and labelling them as terrorists

India has already seen too much religious violence, please please signal boost this, call your representatives, make them aware, get them to make statements. The only thing India and itd dictator Modi care about is its image abroad

[minbirdie]

a/n: heavily inspired by recent events.

[9:42 pm]

the cool breeze of the ceiling fan dusted your cheeks as you nuzzled deeper into the couch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. hyunjin stared up at you from his spot in your lap, the dim light illuminating his pretty features perfectly while he pulled his soft grey blanket up to his chin. you couldn’t help but grin at the sight before you–his brown hair stuck up in all places, his eyes droopy, his cheeks puffy, but his smile heartwarming as always.

it’s hard to believe that mere moments ago, those beautiful eyes of his were filled to the brim with tears.

his heart aches, he told you as his chest heaved with sobs. you didn’t know why or how to help him, but you stayed by his side, promised him you always would be there as you rubbed soothing circles into his shoulder blades.

he wants to talk about it, he told you. you nodded, plopped down on the couch, and patted the seat next to you. but hyunjin had another idea and instead placed his head on your lap and wrapped himself in his favorite blanket. not that you minded, of course; this way, it was much easier for your fingertips to run through his tousled hair.

your heart swelled as you watched his weary muscles relax underneath your touch. you could feel the strain dissipate from his shoulders while his eyelids fought to stay open. his long eyelashes fluttered, his lips breathed out a gentle puff of air, and his head lolled only slightly to the side.

you didn’t question him any further because you knew that if he wanted to share, he would. he trusted you so much, this you knew, for he had spent many late nights laying next to you, confessing thoughts and feelings that he could never voice before. it wasn’t that hyunjin was particularly reserved or had no one to talk to–in fact, hyunjin loved his friends deeply and trusted him with his entire being. ‘there’s just something about you,’ he once explained while pressing soft kisses against your skin, ‘that makes my heart feel lighter. like i can do or say anything and you’ll completely get what i mean.’

his breathing became steadier, you noticed, slowly morphing from the panicked, shaky inhales that plagued his body as he lost himself to his own thoughts to deep, even breaths. you listened to its rhythm and felt your own heart become lighter.

“it just gets to be so much sometimes.” his voice was barely a whisper, masked somewhat by the hum of the fan and the slight lisp that graced his pillowy lips. it worsened, sometimes, when he became tired enough, but it only made your heart swell with more adoration for the boy.

“i know, baby.” your thumb traced over the bags underneath his eyes before following the gentle curvature of his cheek, still slightly damp with his tears. it ghosted over his chin before repeating the motion, and you watched his mouth perk up just slightly at the corners.

“everything hurts.” he sniffled, and you felt him shift a bit underneath the blanket. “i can’t even describe it...” his voice began to quiver.

“hey,” you muttered, running your fingertip soothingly down the bridge of his nose, “it’s alright. you don’t have to.”

at that, he could only bring himself to hum and settle deeper into your lap. your hand found its way back into his hair, earning an airy sigh from him. weakly and with his eyes still closed, he reached for your other hand, intertwining your fingers with his own. you squeezed gently, reassuringly, and a smile tugged yet again at his lips. he brought your hand to them, murmuring into the silence, “i love you.” you could feel the warmth of his breath against the back of your hand before he kissed it delicately. rather than letting it return to its spot by your side, however, he kept it beside his cheek, melting into the sensation of your skin against his.

he didn’t say much after that, for the exhaustion that had been nesting deep in his bones for days finally won over. the night was still young, you realized with a small smile, the clock just barely passing ten when he dozed off. you were thankful that hyunjin finally could get some rest before the ungodly hour of 3am.

“hey, y/n, have you see hyun–” the intrusion of a new voice made you wince. jisung froze, pressing his lips into a tight line as his gaze landed on hyunjin’s sleeping figure. you shushed him, a barely-there whisper of a noise as your fingers continued to card through hyunjin’s hair. jisung smiled, biting his lip with an apologetic expression adorning his features. “sorry,” he mouthed before slipping quietly back into his bedroom.

you fought back a giggle, turning back to your sleeping beauty. soft snores now pushed past his lips as he slipped further into his dreams. even though the rest of the house was awake, the outside world bustling with the faint sounds of traffic and chirping crickets outside the window, the two of you had created an oasis of slumber within the four walls of this living room. eventually, the sandman offered you the same kindness he did as hyunjin, and albeit with your neck slumping at an uncomfortable angle and back aching from the lumpy old couch, you slept peacefully knowing that, with support from his friends and the love of his life by his side, hyunjin would be okay.

[shrunkskz]

DO U SEE THIS T A L E N T

[hanniiesuckle17]

Bangchan: why...

Woojin: why...

Seungmin: why...

Hyunjin: why...

Changbin: just...why?

Jisung *standing in a mariachi uniform wearing an inflatable rubber duck and holding a sign that says 'freedom for turtles'*: what...

[shrunkskz]

WHY CAN I SEE HIM PLAYING THE ACOUSTIC GUITAR IN A MARIACHI BANDNSKSKKSKSKWMW

[hwallout]

heart for takeaway - hhj

summary: in which you don’t like coffee, but visit a certain coffee shop twice a week just because of a cute and charismatic barista that works there

genre: the slowest burn ever, fluffiest fluff

words: 4,7k

warnings: none other than i made myself cry writing this if that means anything

The heavy smell of coffee enveloped you the exact second you stepped inside the coffee shop. This aroma that reminded of cold autumn mornings and cozy winter evenings was always so comforting. The chimes above the delicate glass door created a familiar melody, one which regularly brought a smile to your face. Today, although it being a busy Monday morning, the café didn’t seem that packed. There were still a few empty seats – one of them being your favorite, towards which you walked in quick and long strides.  

Caramel leather squeaked underneath your thighs and the wooden table shook slightly due to the uneven length of its legs. One lonely white rose in a see-through vase was placed in the middle, its fallen petals creating a pattern on the caramel table cloth. This seat was in a secluded corner, from which you had a perfect view of the whole place, yet didn’t have any attention on yourself.

The shop was special to you, but despite it being because of their coffee, atmosphere, or this slightly broken seat – it was because of him.  

The handsome barista that ran around the shop, often balancing more cups than you thought was physically possible. His lean frame coordinated through small gaps between tables in such a gentle and delicate manner, tempting your eyes to follow each of his movements carefully.

You remembered his name being Hyunjoon, from the little nametag pinned onto the black t-shirt he always wore to work. Typically, a black apron would be tied around his prominent waist, but today it was nowhere to be seen. His usually styled hair was disheveled, as the boy threaded his fingers through the short strands often, appearing more handsome with each repetition.

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