"guess i’ll never be able to dress a niece/nephew"
stop feeling so entitled to my hypothetical offspring. it is not yours. it is mine. i will grow it if i grow it. and it will be mine. not yours. i am not an incubator which grants you familial titles. jesus. go away. this “have a baby i can play with” thing is so impersonal and insensitive and annoying.
I would LIKE to take my ass to bed but I just can’t wrap my head around this shit. I think about this picture a lot. Did the cordi noonas even try? Was there even an attempt? Like look at it. Just look. Like? You can tell the pants aren’t that tight on him cuz of those deep ass pocks and shit so that’s like all Onew and just like… look at ol dude’s belt. The dick game is so strong it’s pulling AWAY from where the belts supposed to be and I just—The dick wants OUT. Like I can’t even. Like I’m in the privacy of my own home looking at this shit… but what did the people physically there have to say? What did the cameraman do? Did they all go home feeling like they learned something about themselves that day? More importantly how does Onew feel? He’s just all happy and shit and cute as fuck but like. Dude’s dick game can and has probably already ruined lives. I just. I can’t. Lee Jinki, I can’t with you.
He smiling cause he know that dick and stroke game superior. He like “Girl I see you looking at this dick.”