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HOBI CONTROLLING JUNGKOOK’S BODY MOVES WITH HIS FINGER AINT THIS THE SEXIEST THING EVER

it wouldn't be that bad if i did it, right?? it should be fine

I mean this in the most aggressive way possible, if Julie Molina asked me to kill a man I would do it

the best thing about the criminal minds fandom is the sheer amount of people willing to lay down their lives for spencer reid

HOME / MUSIC / FORGOTTEN Sunset Curve: A Hollywood Tragedy July 29, 1995

Last week the music industry lost an up and coming band that would have taken the world by storm and topped the charts. Sunset Curve was a local band out of Hollywood having sold out its showcase on Saturday. Unfortunately, the band never made it to the stage. Three of its members, Luke, Alex and Reggie tragically died when they ate bad street hot dogs. It was supposed to be their biggest night, opening live at the Orpheum Theatre on the Sunset Strip. They were only 17. There was a surviving band member, Bobby, but no one has been able to track him down and talk to him about his friends dying that fateful night. The band had a demo with four songs: Now or Never, Late Last Night, Lakeside Reflection and In Your Starlight. They were a young and talented group that would have left their mark on the music scene. Rest in peace, Sunset Curve.

They're besties, your honor.

Yoongi's evil clone, pointing at Yoongi: Shoot him! he's the clone

Seokjin, aiming at the clone: The real Yoongi would never pass up an opportunity to die

who gave alice oseman permission to write 'in an otherwise mediocre existence, we choose to feel passion' and 'i wish i could be as subtle and beautiful. all i know how to do is scream' and 'all i know is that i'm here. and i'm alive. and i'm not alone.' ? how did they write 'everything's better under the stars, i suppose. if we get another life after we die, i'll meet you there old sport...' and 'it was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. it was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. it was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. a soft yawn, early morning laugher, shoes lined up together by the door. eyes across a dance floor. i could see it all, all the time, all around, but when i got closer, i found nothing was there' and expect me to be fine ??

am i being emotionally destroyed by a pair of kids? (yes, yes i am.)