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@Bangtan7_Stream @thvchapters My forever artists 💜 I vote #BTS for #GrupoDuplaInternacionaldoAno at the #SECAwa

🔁RT & REPLY 🔁 I vote #BTS for #GrupoDuplaInternacionaldoAno at the #SECAwards

@Bangtan7_Stream President Joon 💜 I vote #RM for #ArtistaAsiaticodoAno at the #SECAwards

I vote #RM for #ArtistaAsiaticodoAno at the #SECAwards

@GwynevarArt @DorrellCarol 😍😍😍😍😍

💜 #namjoon 💜 #arirang

@mintchocok00kie There’s a new one with all other 6 members one by one 😭😭😭 it was the funniest shit today to pass through my tl 💜 army funny as

WHY ARE YALL LIKE THIS??? 😭😭

@TiniPiep @SherryLuvsBTS @BTS_twt Wish there were more beautiful people like you in the world 🫂🫂🫂 sending you lots of love, warmth and happiness #keepswimming 💜

My #KEEPSWIMMING story is about never giving up despite my cancer illness 2014, 16 and 17. I can't work anymore due to the treatments' consequences, but I'm still here to spread positivity and raise my daughters to kind, strong women. Thank you @BTS_twt for helping me. 💜

@camlovesyoongi omg such a handsome boi 😍

look at beau who got a haircut today~

@cherrytryst what do we call this type of baby army? jk live army? jk deleted live army? wait was this the deleted live? omg definitely came crashing into the magic shop via the side door 😭😭💜

my coworkers chaotic journey to falling in love with bts 🥹 D-1 D-56

❗ARMY❗ ce c*nnard d'Adrientickets reparle de bts ! Et ce tdc ose recommander d'aller vers lui pour avoir des places pour BTS Ne vous faites pas avoir celles qui connaissent pas toutes l'histoire ! Et prévenez un max sur twitter ET SURTOUT SUR TIKTOK ❗❗

@Livheartt 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

I’m sorry WHO GOT A DISTINCTION FOR HER PRESENTATION EVALUATION??? Me 🙂‍↕️

@JustBTSThings10 i am sorry but i laughed out loud 😭😭😭

Today my doctor was explaining how PTSD permanently altered my brain but unfortunately she used the word “amygdala” so then I just sat there like “my amygdala (my amygdala) 어서 나를 구해줘, 어서 나를 구해줘” rather than absorb that information

@KkulBlue 🥺🥺🥺🫂🫂💜💜

I finally got a restock of tiny vinyls at a store near me. 15 in stock. If anyone can fund any I can pic up today or tomorrow in store. Please RT and share if unable to help fund, Borahae ARMY 💜

⚠️Dear i-lovelies Please do not consume or distribute photos from 🇯🇵週刊文春(Shukan Bunshun) ​週刊文春 is a Japanese "tabloid magazine" known for its [yellow journalism] and aggressive "paparazzi" tactics. It focuses heavily on celebrity scandals, extramarital affairs, and political or corporate corruption. ​Furthermore, it is a right-wing publication that has a history of reporting "anti-Korean" content. 🙏🙏🙏

@JENNA69558990 @doc_gradus This is so perfect 🤣🤣🤣🤣

なんか後ろに強そうなひよこ居たので 効果音をつけてあげました (音ありで見てね) #JIMIN

@__mh__81 no wayyyyyy wwwwhhhhaatttt 😲😵‍💫

I should really ease up on feeling sooo accomplished about this 😅🤭

@BTSARMYKitchen @DearMoon246 No but this is one of the best thing in Japan, had to eat one each day since I discovered it last December when I was there. Not just the ice cream but the cone is so yummy too. So so sooooooo good 😋😋😋💜

The ice cream Namjoon is eating is from CREMIA How it started How it ended

@CCjo7949 your real life story brings back memories of my first dates haha not the exact scenario but the sentiment was the same 🥰 can’t believe we r actually witnessing someone’s love story start and unfold miles away and it’s not fiction ahhhhhh 🤗can’t wait for the continuation 💜

Inside, it’s calm. We choose a table near a big window. Then he goes to pull out a chair. But my brain interprets him moving toward the chair as “he wants that chair.”So I panic and go: “Oh! I’ll take the other side!” So I do this frantic side-step like a startled crab. He pauses, confused, still polite. “No, no… I was… just pulling the chair out for you.” I blink. “Pulling the chair out?” He looks at me like I’m a rare bird. “Yes… like… holding it.” And I, because I am me, say: “Oh. Like in the movies.” He nods, slightly amused. “Yes. Like in the movies.” And I, instead of shutting up, go: “Oh. Right. Of course. Yes. I’ve seen that. I just… forgot men do that in real life.” He smiles and I can literally feel my brain yelling: “Christine. Stop talking. Sit down!!” So I sit down. Very carefully. Like the chair might report me. Thomas sits across from me, still smiling, calm as ever, looking like he didn’t just watch a grown woman lose a fight against a greeting AND a chair in under 90 seconds. The waitress comes over with the menus and suddenly my brain does that thing where it politely exits the building. Like… I’m looking at the menu but
I’m not reading anything. It’s just letters doing yoga.  The menu might as well say: BLOOP. ZORP. HUMAN FOOD. Thomas, meanwhile, is sitting there like a functional adult. Calm. Relaxed. Breathing normally. I glance up at him for half a second and he catches me. He gives me this tiny “you okay?” look. So I snap my eyes back down to the menu like a student who got caught cheating. Waitress starts explaining happy hour. I’m not there. Mentally I’m on another continent trying to remember what humans consume. My mouth starts freelancing: “Coke.” “No, coffee.” Pause. “No, Coke.” “No— both.” I’m basically ordering like I’m preparing for two separate personalities. Waitress: “…Both?” In my head: “Ma’am please stop asking follow-up questions. I’m holding on by a hoop earring.” I can feel my cheeks heating up like those outdoor terrace heaters that turn on automatically when you sit down, except the heater is my humiliation. Thomas slides in immediately like a man trained in Emergency Social Situations: “Yes. Both. A Coke and a coffee.” Then, without missing a beat: “And I’ll have the same.” I slowly look up at him.… He smiles like it’s the most normal order in the world. Like he didn’t just save me from myself with one sentence. The waitress writes it down with the expression of someone thinking: ok… two weirdos. noted. She leaves. I stare at Thomas in horror. “Now she’s going to think we’re strange.” He shrugs, still smiling. “It’s okay.” I whisper: “I mean… I’m used to being strange. But YOU… you’re supposed to be normal.” He leans back slightly, amused. “I’ve met your mother. I think ‘normal’ is no longer available.” I choke on air. And that’s when the laser-pointer cat image returns because that moment when he stepped in so smoothly, so gently, like he read my face in half a second and quietly rescued my last remaining functioning cell… Yeah. It did something to my brain chemistry. I just sit there smiling way too hard, cheeks on fire like I’m powering the café. Thomas tilts his head. “You okay?” Me: “Yes. Great. Super. I love… beverages.” He laughs. And that’s how the date began: me losing to a greeting, a chair and the concept of choosing one beverage.

OK ARMY… Part 1: Last Saturday. A grown woman. A calm café. A complete system failure. If you’re still here… congratulations, you’ve basically enrolled in my little romcom against your will. 😭 So Thomas lives like two towns away from me. Before Saturday he texts and goes, very politely: “Do you want somewhere close to you? Somewhere you know? Whatever makes you comfortable.” And I’m like… wow. A man with emotional seatbelts. Respect. Green flag behavior. And also deeply suspicious because my nervous system doesn’t trust emotionally mature men. It’s school holidays, my town is basically a ghost town. Quiet streets. Calm. Like the set of a movie where the budget ran out and everyone went home. Perfect. So I choose this small chill café a bit out of the way, because: 1/ less chance of running into people I know 2/ perfect conditions for me to embarrass myself privately. I send him the address and say I’ll wait outside. And there I am, standing in front of the café like I’m waiting for a court verdict. Talking to myself. Me, whispering: “Be calm. Be normal. Be a woman.” Bestie, via text: “Just be calm. Normal is a premium option.” I look up. And I see him. Thomas, without the uniform. Friends. It is… worse. The uniform was a safety rail. Civilian Thomas is the stairs without the handrail. He’s in this effortlessly outfit: dark jeans, clean fitted top, light jacket, nice watch… the kind of look that says: “I drink water” “I know where my keys are” and “I’ve never Googled ‘how to act on a date’ at 2am.”😬 Meanwhile I’m standing there like a nervous croissant. He sees me and smiles. And my brain immediately becomes a loading wheel and goes: “oh NO.” And then my mouth goes: “Oh merde.” Out loud. He gets closer, still smiling. “Hi.” Me: “H..Hi.” And then… the greeting situation happens. He leans in slightly like we’re doing the French bise. My body panics and throws a handshake at him like I’m meeting a diplomat. “Enchant—”…and then I catch myself mid-word, because we are not in Versailles, I am not greeting a duke…and I’ve already met him. So now we’re stuck in this horrible human loading screen where he’s half-bise, I’m half-handshake, and we both freeze mid-air like two magnets that hate each other. I try to switch to bise. He tries to switch to handshake. So we are both switching at the same time like two Bluetooth devices refusing to pair. I whisper: “Oh no… oh— ok— no—” while my soul attempts to leave through my ears. He laughs. Gently. Warmly. He goes“Should we just… do the bise?” Me, nodding way too hard: “YES. Bise. That’s… the national protocol.” He’s still smiling and I’m still malfunctioning, so we do the bise. And the SECOND my face gets close enough, I smell his perfume. And I swear every thought I’ve ever had just slid off my brain like water off a duck. I just… stand there. Fully paused. Like someone unplugged me. Thomas looks at me like I’m buffering. “Are you okay?” Me: “Huh? Yes. Great. Super. Fantastic.” (Everything I say is a lie.) He glances at the door. “Is this the café?” And I, the smartest woman alive, reply: “Oh yes. Yes. This is it. The café. For coffee. The coffee place.” He smiles. “Should we go in?” Me: “Yes. It’s usually better to drink coffee inside the café.” He laughs again and opens the door for me. I attempt to walk normally but my legs are doing their own choreography. Independent. Freelance. No manager.

@Livheartt he daddy namjooooonnnnnn 😎

“아빠 힘들다” So is he saying “dad, I’m tired” where he’s like lamenting bc of of how hard he went during the concert or “dad is tired” as in he’s referring to himself as father 👀 help This is what frustrates me about learning another language. Even if you get good, you lose nuance bc you can’t learn nuance from an activity book. It’s from culture and upbringing and style and the evolution of the language itself as years go by.

@angelhotteok 🫪😖💜

by the time they reach australia the surprise song will be on ft sia

@Livheartt Clearly has more of the Targeryan blood than the Stark 😻 look at him, looks so much like him Dragon mum. 💜

Absurdly breathtaking. Fuck off rn 😭