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squidrulesall replied to your post: YouTube is telling me to watch my ...
omggg xD that reminds me, tumblr recommends me to follow my /own/ blogs
god i love the internet
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snsd > everyone! they're my ultimate bias group!
squidrulesall replied to your post:mosquito bites should not swell to the size of a...
i feel bad for saying this, but whenever a mosquito bites me my skin never swells….
same actually well it swells like to a button size usually but the two bites i got yesterday is really unusual because they're fucking huge and when i look at my leg theres just a huge bump and makes me leg look deformed or something
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What would you like engraved on your tombstone?My name.
9. Favorite decade in terms of music
I really don't give a fuck about decades of music and I think giving a fuck about that is pretentious and pointless. Every year produces good music. I listen to music from the 40's, (Woody Guthrie ftw), through the 90's (3rd wave ska punk ftw) I listen to music that was released this year (Indie music ftw).
sleep or good grades????
Good grades
prompt: minkey celebrating their new adopted child's birthday for the first time, or like minkey planning the birthday party and arguing over everything and anything. : )
"Okay, no, Taemin wants a party at the soccer field. It’s the perfect place. We can run around and have lots of fun without worrying about making a mess."
Kibum stares Minho down over stacks of invitations and party hats, over catering menus, purple plates and cake designs.
And then, with a single, flawless eye-roll, he shoots his husband down with a swift, “no way in hell.”
Minho scowls, making a noise in the back of his throat that Kibum knows is akin to his many frustrations. “Why the hell not?”
"Because he’s turning one and probably won’t be running around to cause a mess? Plus, it’s fucking July? Are you an idiot?” He turns back to his laptop, swinging it around to face the taller man. “We should have it at home. These people here come and deliver bounce houses and party supplies; our backyard is plenty big for it. Plus, we have air conditioning.”
"Bounce houses?" Minho repeats, incredulously. "He’s one."
Kibum scoffs. “Yes, I’m well aware.”
They seem to be at a stalemate. They’ve planned everything out, every detail but this with no arguments and it was going so, so well. But Minho’s hard to move, Kibum knows, and their shared stubbornness makes for a rough spot every now and then.
It’s a good thing Kibum’s learned just how to push Minho’s buttons. “I wonder what sex in a bounce house is like.”
If Minho was a dog, his ears would be perked up right about now.
Problem solved.