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Happy Yoongi Day! 🤍🤍🤍
I think I speak for a lot of people when I say that Yoongi is really important to me 🥹🥹
He’s the reason I fell in love with BTS, and to this day he continues to inspire me so much, as a creative and as a person.
I admire his artistry, his creative process, and the effort he puts into everything he does. I admire his candidness, his openness, his tenderness, and his vulnerability.
He’s a beautiful soul, and I’m so glad that I get to witness and experience him and his work. I can only hope that he knows how incredibly loved he is by the people in his life, as well as by all the people he’s touched through his music. I hope that life is treating him well and that he stays happy and healthy.
Till 2025, we’ll wait for you 🤍
Sometimes I talk a lot and sometimes I don’t talk at all and somehow both are embarrassing
Thank you @xyanox 💐
This took me a good long time 🚶♀️
Tagging: @chaepink @pastelclovds @laraleafs @vrachis @sinsmockingbird @thetruelailoo
characters that are very me coded:
stubborn/emotional older sister figures that get lost in their daydreams and have to be strong even when the world feels so cruel while still trying to smile and be brave totally isn’t me, whoops what who said that??? LOL
thank you my dearest @perotovar for tagging me in this!
🦋 no pressure tags to the loveliest of babes:
@the-wild-wolves-around-you @skeletoncowboys @stellamancer @willowser @andypantsx3 @daddydindjarin @isengards @acerathia @strawberrystepmom @thefloorisbalaclava @beigepajamas @sukisweetie @makiitoh
And anyone else who wants to or who I forgot because I am old and brain is filled with fictional boyfriends I’m sorry 😭
the internet / tech on roier's end is homophobic. /j i was excited for the guapoduo date in the qsmp , but it is postponed for now.
The night hung heavy with anticipation as the neon glow of the city's underbelly illuminated the makeshift racetrack. The air crackled with the energy of imminent competition, and the distant hum of engines hinted at the approaching storm.
Amidst the throng of racers, Diana revved the engine of her cherry pink Chevrolet Corvette, the sleek curves of the sports car gleaming under the neon lights. The scent of burning rubber permeated the air as she eyed her opponent, the legendary 'Tyrant' known for his burned orange Toyota Supra MK IV.
Engines roared to life, and the racers edged to the starting line, the anticipation mounting with each passing second. Nick, masked and clad in the shadows of his reputation, revved his Supra's engine, the orange glow of the tail lights casting an eerie aura around the car.
With a signal, the race exploded into motion. Tires screeched as the two vehicles catapulted into the night, streaks of cherry pink and burned orange leaving trails of color in their wake. The city became a blur as they navigated the winding streets, each turn a test of skill and nerve.
Diana's Corvette, agile and daring, hugged the curves with precision. The roar of her engine harmonized with the pulsating beat of the city, creating a symphony of speed. Nick's Supra, a manifestation of controlled power, surged forward like a burning comet, the orange glow illuminating the darkness.
The roar of engines intertwined with the pulsating beat of the city, and amidst the chaos, Nick's Supra and Diana's Corvette danced, each maneuver a carefully calculated step in their high-speed ballet. The neon-lit streets became their canvas, and the race, their masterpiece.
As the racers hurtled through the urban labyrinth, each strategically timed drift and acceleration became a subtle exchange of wits. The neon-lit streets transformed into a high-stakes chessboard, where every move could be the difference between victory and defeat.
The crowd lining the racetrack erupted into cheers, their voices blending with the roar of the engines. In the heart of the race, amidst the adrenaline and rivalry, Diana and Nick pushed their cars to the limit. The finish line loomed, a distant beacon in the chaos.
As the finish line neared, the air crackled with the tension of uncertainty. In a photo finish, the two cars crossed the line simultaneously, leaving the outcome hanging in the balance. The crowd erupted into cheers, and even in the anonymity of their masks, the exchange of glances between Diana and Nick spoke volumes.
The silence that followed was broken by the announcement, "It's a tie!" The racetrack echoed with the revelation, and in that moment, Diana earned her moniker as 'the Empress.' The mysterious 'Tyrant' had found an equal, and the legend of their rivalry had begun.
I think my brain has a secret 6th sense to tell exactly when my family runs out of something for the sole purpose to make the only thing that I want to eat require that thing