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raplinenthusiasts · 4 months

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the loml

#min yoongi #yoongiedit #bts #btsgif #btsedit #dailybts #dailybangtan #userbangtan #cyphernet #annietrack #usersolis #usersky #userpat #userandi #heyryen #*mine #1k #he's so dreamy #he was already giffes so many times but i had to

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rykemeadow · 7 months

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DAVID CORENSWET AS JAKE IN LOOK BOTH WAYS (2022)

#david corenswet #davidcorenswet #david corenswet edit #look both ways #lookbothwaysedit #netflix #netflixedit #lili reinhart #henry who?#he's so dreamy #our new superman #man crush #mine #mystuff #mygifs #myedits

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foxinys · 10 months

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(230609) Hyunjin - S Class

#stray kids #hyunjin #bystay #createskz #staysource #gifs #by us #alex #he's so dreamy #also i had to double check to see if the glassess had two colors or one 😭#i always forget about that black line at the bottom 😠#this look is A+++

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spellbooking · 5 months

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bg3challenge | 1/2 unromanceable characters you wish you could romance | rolan (through the acts)

original challenge by @minthara

#rolan #bg3 rolan #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3challenge #he's so dreamy #and his VOICE?#one of my many husbands #i need him #gif #dailygaming #bg3 gif #bg3gif

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ghost-inthe-hall · 9 months

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How is he real??

#god look at him #who does he think he is???#7 years dungeon!#those muscles are dangerous #the urge to bite is very strong #vessel #he's so dreamy #he's so special to me #sleep token

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urmingirl · 1 year

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MYG

#he's so dreamy #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #agust d #bts suga #suga of bts #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #bts army #bts gifs

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shinypetrichor · 9 months

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you know what I mean

#matty healy #mattyhealyedit #the 1975 #outside lands 2023 #my gifs #if you’re too shy (let me know)#he's so dreamy #endlessmatty

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supercalifragipopculturevomit · 25 days

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The Coming Days (2010) Daniel Brühl as Hans Krämer

This man could recite the phone book and he'd have my undivided attention.

#daniel brühl #hans krämer #my beloved #the coming days #die kommenden tage #db with glasses #my gifs #gifset #gahhhhh #he's so dreamy #it's a problem

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nahoyasboyfriend · 3 months

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Run from me

Warning: very vague gore at the end tried to keep that as short as possible. If you don't want to read about being chased this is not for you

Word count: 1k

Tagging: @slvt4jamesmarch

A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this so I hope it's good. Sorry if there are any errors. I tried to fix most of them, but I may have missed a few. To whoever requested this I love you so much!!!

You awake to the sound of someone knocking on the door. It's probably someone who got their room mixed up. sluggishly, you drag yourself out of bed, carefully ambling to the door. You yawn, blinking the last bit of sleep from your eyes. You don't bother to grab your phone. You plan to go back to bed anyway. It's still dark outside, and your alarm hasn't gone off.

You open the door and there's a man standing before you. He dressed like he was ripped fresh out of the 1920s. His hair slicked down, and he had a thin mustache. Your eyes scan over his outfit, a pin striped suit with an ascot around his neck, and a bowler hat to top it all off. He donned a charming smile, and you brush off the unease that settles in your stomach.

"I think you have the wrong room," you state plainly. All you wanted to do was go back to bed, and sleep the weirdness of this encounter away.

"No, I don't believe I do. if I recall correctly, this is room 74." he says, his inky black eyes never leaving your own.

Sighing, you lightly shake your head, taking a step closer to him, "this is the room they gave me, so there must be a mix up. I can even show you the key they gave me. It has the room number."

You turn around, and you're yanked into the firmness of his chest. Before you can even think of screaming, his big hand clamps over your mouth. "when I let go, I want you to run," he purred, voice molasses-smooth, and you shudder from the feeling of his breath against your ear. You don't make a noise, afraid it'll make everything more real. "And if you make it to the lobby, you get to live."

You think, for a brief moment, if you pray hard enough you'll wake up in your bed, and this will just be a horrible nightmare, but it isn't. It's very much real, and when his bruising grip is finally released you realize the only thing you can do is run like he requested.

And that's exactly what you do, you dart off, hoping that if you're fast enough you'll be able to make it out of here alive. You glance behind you, expecting him to be right on your tail chasing behind you. Strangely, he isn't. You see him back where you left him, taking his time. His gait is steady and slow. He's playing with you and that thought alone makes you sick.

The idea sends a wave of determination through you. You can't let it end here in an old shitty hotel. You duck a corner, and you're met with more rooms with no end in sight. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. You scream out, and your lungs ache from the exertion. You feel aimless in a way, unsure of where you are going. You don't know where any of the exits were located, or if there even are any. You wonder if this is pointless; if all roads lead to your inevitable doom.

Though the assumption of what he'll do to you if he catches you pushes you on. Being tortured didn't sound like the way you wanted to go, but not dying at all would be the preferred option. You could hear him humming behind you, a faint sound. Something you wouldn't have noticed if you didn't focus. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, and you're sure if it wasn't you would have collapsed by now.

The halls of the hotel slowly start bleeding together the more corners you turn. Every hall looks identical to another, so much so you start to wonder if you're going in circles. You slowly begin to believe that this wasn't a hotel at all, and more like a labyrinth. A place designed to swallow helpless people like yourself whole. Losing hope, you scream louder, begging for anyone to save you. You weren't the most religious, but you found yourself wishing that somehow god would save you.

The man lets out a deafening laugh, muttering something you couldn't catch. He sounded closer than before. More tears rolled down your face, your eyes flitting around searching for another person. Goddamnit, does anyone work here?

The sound of his footsteps got quicker and louder. The sound was maddening. You couldn't tell if he was right behind you, and you were too frightened to check. The exhaustion was slowly starting to catch up with you. Your feet felt like rocks, every step taking more effort than the last. Your skin is covered in goosebumps from the chill of the hotel. The flimsy nightgown you have on doing nothing to shield you from the bite of the air conditioner.

You can barely force enough air into your lungs, each sharp breath sending a rush of pain through you. You could see another corner coming up. You could only pray that you'd finally reached an exit. That maybe your key to freedom was right in front of you. You quickly discovered It wasn't. When you reach the corner, a flood of dread is washed over you. A dead end. You let out a broken sob, stumbling down the hall. The sound of his mellow hum, creeping closer and closer.

As you staggered down the hall the only thing that ran through your head was: why? Why was he doing this to you? Why couldn't it be someone else? Why is life so cruel?

When you reach the end of the hallway, you just stand there for a moment, silently listening to him walk to you. When he's within your reach you whip around, wildly swinging your arms to hit him. He catches one of your hands, but the other lands a clean strike on his jaw. You freeze for a moment, uncertain of what to do next. He regains composure almost immediately, squeezing your wrists in a tight fist.

"you did good, dear. very good," he croons and thrusts your body against the wall and you groan out in pain. You feel a searing pain in your stomach, and you hesitantly look down to see his knife buried to hilt in your stomach. You try to scream but only a wet gurgle comes out. He twists the knife for extra measure before pulling the blade out of you. You slump forward, your consciousness slipping through your fingers like sand. Right before you lose your last bit of consciousness you hear him add, "unfortunately not good enough."