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pyuaripilled minjoongcel
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Ryan, he/him, 23, philly, bearer of the curse 🔞

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warmpants.bsky.social
The part in early ep four of HR where they’re juxtaposing them boarding each other and fucking vigorously is basically what I’m trying to get at all the time
December 14, 2025 at 2:10 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
Relatively warm outside and I have an abundance of soup in my fridge. We’re so up
December 13, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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mrkbs.bsky.social
lace 🐶
December 13, 2025 at 11:11 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
Mingi brushing his teeth while massaging hongjoong and hongjoong doesn’t know it’s mingi doing it is some bullshit you could only find in a warmpants fic
December 13, 2025 at 5:33 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
Mingi wolp hair… yes… yesss
December 12, 2025 at 1:10 PM
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bunmvn.bsky.social
🦊🐺 brainworms
December 11, 2025 at 9:57 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
I have so much friend writing to catch up on, how did it get to this
December 11, 2025 at 2:49 AM
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sanenjoyer.bsky.social
WIP weds - it's a good sign when you like the soup 🙂‍↕️⚔️
snippet from my lore hongsan wip: Yeosang is unfailingly polite. It nearly makes Hongjoong feel bad for resenting him the way he does everything else around here, but his friend with the scowl — Wooyoung? — seems to be regarding him with the level of suspicion rival cats do one another in the street. He falls upon the hot drink and breakfast with gusto, the turn of his stomach settled by the appearance of warm broth, mushrooms and green onion floating in the cloudy suspension. "'M not a spy," Hongjoong says between glugs. "Not that you'll believe me. It just happens to be the truth." The soup is distractingly good, salty and savory. He raises the bowl to his lips with both hands to finish it all. "And he likes the soup," Yeosang says, turning his eyes to Wooyoung with significance.
December 10, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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subtletyofyou.bsky.social
posting a wip of a drabble because i like these two a lot and work is preventing progress 🐊
He's pulling his radio out to bother San when he sees him coming around the bend, out of the thicket, a person trailing after him and nodding as San excitedly talks and motions with his arms, one of which is suddenly pointing in Jongho's direction as they step onto the dock. The stranger looks up and their bright, reddish-orange hair lights up as they step away from the shade. They're so obviously a tourist that Jongho almost snorts, quickly cataloguing their bizzare attire. It's early autumn, yet they're bundled up as if about to step into a snow globe, not a swamp down South, with red, pointy boots peeking out from under black dress pants, a thick, wool sweater with orange flowers knitted into the pattern worn under an impeccable trench coat, all topped off with a multicolour, striped scarf wrapped around their neck so tight it makes Jongho want to loosen it himself. They look.... "Jongho!" yells San, putting a loud end to his examination though they're a few meters apart now. "This is Mr. Kim—Hongjoong!—Wooyoungie's friend!" he says, bouncing a little on his heels. "And get this! He booked the whole thing, didn't you hyung?" Jongho blinks at Mr. Kim, Hongjoong, hyung-just Hongjoong is fine, Jongho decides-who looks a bit flushed and opens his mouth as if to speak, but doesn't get to. "Hongjoong-hyung is a fashion designer and he's traveling for research. You've gotta teach him everything you know!" exclaims San, grinning as he looks at their customer in awe. Jongho can admit he is intrigued. San must know it too, if the assholey glint in his eyes and smirk is any indication.
December 10, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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December 8, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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evixyhno.bsky.social
[ 🐿️ x 🐶 x 🐥]
December 10, 2025 at 9:16 PM
warmpants.bsky.social
Went into the one bookstore I know carries charco books and not only did they have exactly what I was looking for, it was on display 🤨 how did they know
December 10, 2025 at 9:12 PM
warmpants.bsky.social
Complaints that only make sense to me
A book page on which I’ve written: “not a fan of how “final paragraph” all these final paragraphs feel”
December 10, 2025 at 5:00 AM
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antlervel.vet
Tubi is such a crazy streaming service. It’s like if the Criterion Closet was in a gas station
December 9, 2025 at 10:49 PM
warmpants.bsky.social
Talking to my sister about this month’s book club pick she was like “I don’t think mariana enriquez will be your favorite” and I was all well who knows! about it because I like what argentine literature I’ve read, but two stories into this collection I get what she meant lol
December 9, 2025 at 6:51 PM
warmpants.bsky.social
It is very funny to be a weird gay fandom person on a platform where people still follow the “see a post with even one word relating to something that interests you? like it and follow that person immediately” concept of social media because those folks really don’t comprehend what I’m here for
December 9, 2025 at 5:09 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
Mingi getting his shit rocked is simply one of my life’s greatest passions
December 9, 2025 at 2:45 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
Shoutout to the bots engaging with this I really hope you’re into dubious agegap first time sex hockey AU kpop boy fanfiction
warmpants.bsky.social pyuaripilled minjoongcel @warmpants.bsky.social · 5d
Ik I posted this when I wrote it, but I like it better with the edits. Hockey hwagi (+minjoong, in concept) be upon ye
Highlight reel after highlight reel down, eventually Seonghwa lands on an interview with the kid, one of those mid-game commercial break pulls where he’s flushed full pink, helmet indent across his forehead, hair soaked with sweat. According to the man with the mic they tapped him here for landing two goals in the second, bringing his team a marginal lead that stretched further with a veteran teammate’s wraparound thirty seconds before the buzzer. These things are always short. Seonghwa still gets a hand in his pants by the halfway mark. The way he speaks is adorable. Especially adrenalined-up, it’s like the words come absent of thought, straight from the dome, clumsy and thick-tongued and with the average sportsman’s spate of sentence fillers. Seonghwa gets stuck on his plush bitten lips, the crooked teeth peeking through. Wide prey-animal eyes. That uniquely charming rookie zeal, how clearly unused he is to the cameras, yet despite it, you can see he’s dedicated, treating this unlike any other game in the course of his career. No-nonsense. Humble. Shy. Seonghwa slides up to his tip as Mingi’s asked for what might be the millionth time how he feels up in the pro leagues, having had the captain’s assist on his first goal—stuff of dreams for kids like him—and the way he smacks his lips before he speaks makes it weep. Uh, yeah, I mean—sentence starter supreme. His chest is still heaving. Padding projects him broader than Seonghwa knows he really is, sturdy enough but slight with youth, soft in the middle. Gangly like he’s still growing. He shies from attention, but the team’s thoughtless TikTok content does well to capture him casually. On principle, Seonghwa doesn’t go looking for it, but if it happens to sneak into his algorithm, and he happens to like it which may only encourage his algorithm to show him more, entirely organically, that’s truly not on him. Of course, today’s fucked that. Him shimmying out of his boxers says enough. This is how Hongjoong finds him, stroking his dick like he hasn’t been touched in years, gaze blearied on a third rewatch. Seonghwa doesn’t stop, though he does feel his libido cringe at his linemate coming in sweat-soaked and stinking, entirely uncouth, throwing his gym bag right on his unmade bed. He doesn’t blink. It’s just how they are. He takes a moment, shirt slung around his neck, before heading to shower to stand staring at the TV where Mingi’s running a hand through his dark, wet hair, scratching at his pale neck. His low stumbling timbre overlays, at considerate volume, the slick schluck of Seonghwa’s hand as he works desperately towards completion. Hongjoong sighs. ‘He’s so fuckin’ sweet. Media’s gonna eat him alive by the end of the season.’ Seonghwa, slowing his roll, gulps. ‘Yeah,’ is all he manages. They quiet to continue watching, only a short while until the end, when shame rears up and has Seonghwa fumbling the remote in clean hand to a new clip, this from only a week ago. Here, there’s a cut on the kid’s cheek. Post-game, locker room fluorescents, loose logo shirt hanging from his frame as he cycles through requisite questions. His eyes are glassy in the way that exercise exhaustion will do you. Seonghwa sees this and groans. Hongjoong, brows pinched, bites his lip. Clearly stalled and can’t be blamed. They get to the end of an answer professing the goalie’s value or something like that before he pipes up: ‘alright. What’s the plus-minus on his virginity, you think?’ The thought isn’t novel, not even untouched today, but near-done and brain-souped and boring his gaze into the shine of Mingi’s eyes, how his hair is stuck up in the back and he hasn’t noticed, his smooth pale forearms, Seonghwa finds it all too evocative; too much to bear. With a pained gasp, he comes. It lands all over his shirt, a monument to this slip in control. Hongjoong turns to him and laughs. ‘Come on, dude.’
December 9, 2025 at 2:39 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
Ik I posted this when I wrote it, but I like it better with the edits. Hockey hwagi (+minjoong, in concept) be upon ye
Highlight reel after highlight reel down, eventually Seonghwa lands on an interview with the kid, one of those mid-game commercial break pulls where he’s flushed full pink, helmet indent across his forehead, hair soaked with sweat. According to the man with the mic they tapped him here for landing two goals in the second, bringing his team a marginal lead that stretched further with a veteran teammate’s wraparound thirty seconds before the buzzer. These things are always short. Seonghwa still gets a hand in his pants by the halfway mark. The way he speaks is adorable. Especially adrenalined-up, it’s like the words come absent of thought, straight from the dome, clumsy and thick-tongued and with the average sportsman’s spate of sentence fillers. Seonghwa gets stuck on his plush bitten lips, the crooked teeth peeking through. Wide prey-animal eyes. That uniquely charming rookie zeal, how clearly unused he is to the cameras, yet despite it, you can see he’s dedicated, treating this unlike any other game in the course of his career. No-nonsense. Humble. Shy. Seonghwa slides up to his tip as Mingi’s asked for what might be the millionth time how he feels up in the pro leagues, having had the captain’s assist on his first goal—stuff of dreams for kids like him—and the way he smacks his lips before he speaks makes it weep. Uh, yeah, I mean—sentence starter supreme. His chest is still heaving. Padding projects him broader than Seonghwa knows he really is, sturdy enough but slight with youth, soft in the middle. Gangly like he’s still growing. He shies from attention, but the team’s thoughtless TikTok content does well to capture him casually. On principle, Seonghwa doesn’t go looking for it, but if it happens to sneak into his algorithm, and he happens to like it which may only encourage his algorithm to show him more, entirely organically, that’s truly not on him. Of course, today’s fucked that. Him shimmying out of his boxers says enough. This is how Hongjoong finds him, stroking his dick like he hasn’t been touched in years, gaze blearied on a third rewatch. Seonghwa doesn’t stop, though he does feel his libido cringe at his linemate coming in sweat-soaked and stinking, entirely uncouth, throwing his gym bag right on his unmade bed. He doesn’t blink. It’s just how they are. He takes a moment, shirt slung around his neck, before heading to shower to stand staring at the TV where Mingi’s running a hand through his dark, wet hair, scratching at his pale neck. His low stumbling timbre overlays, at considerate volume, the slick schluck of Seonghwa’s hand as he works desperately towards completion. Hongjoong sighs. ‘He’s so fuckin’ sweet. Media’s gonna eat him alive by the end of the season.’ Seonghwa, slowing his roll, gulps. ‘Yeah,’ is all he manages. They quiet to continue watching, only a short while until the end, when shame rears up and has Seonghwa fumbling the remote in clean hand to a new clip, this from only a week ago. Here, there’s a cut on the kid’s cheek. Post-game, locker room fluorescents, loose logo shirt hanging from his frame as he cycles through requisite questions. His eyes are glassy in the way that exercise exhaustion will do you. Seonghwa sees this and groans. Hongjoong, brows pinched, bites his lip. Clearly stalled and can’t be blamed. They get to the end of an answer professing the goalie’s value or something like that before he pipes up: ‘alright. What’s the plus-minus on his virginity, you think?’ The thought isn’t novel, not even untouched today, but near-done and brain-souped and boring his gaze into the shine of Mingi’s eyes, how his hair is stuck up in the back and he hasn’t noticed, his smooth pale forearms, Seonghwa finds it all too evocative; too much to bear. With a pained gasp, he comes. It lands all over his shirt, a monument to this slip in control. Hongjoong turns to him and laughs. ‘Come on, dude.’
December 9, 2025 at 12:27 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
Fuuuuck now if I do write rivals minjoong (IF if if) will people think I’m piggybacking off HR. Trust me this illness has been in me for a while
December 8, 2025 at 9:55 PM
warmpants.bsky.social
He really shouldn’t ever have to lift a finger
Mingi in all black, long hair styled back, sitting with his legs crossed.
December 8, 2025 at 3:48 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
I’m glad we all agree
warmpants.bsky.social pyuaripilled minjoongcel @warmpants.bsky.social · 7d
Mingi fingers in mouth… fingers in mingi’s mouth
December 8, 2025 at 3:45 AM
warmpants.bsky.social
Okay episode three was like actually good
warmpants.bsky.social pyuaripilled minjoongcel @warmpants.bsky.social · 12d
Heated rivalry is not good TV but I don’t care I’ll still be tuning in
December 7, 2025 at 11:51 PM
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sarahmackattack.bsky.social
One of my neighbors has been putting up these fish facts posters. All kinds of different fish, marine, freshwater, deep, shallow, all kinds. This is a good one. “Stg this real fish” took me out. Good work, neighbor.
A poster on 8.5 x 11 inch paper saga Fishtown fish facts: red lipped catfish or of ocephalus Darwini. Then a pic of that freaky fish with 4 limbs it rests on the ground and then the words “stg this fish real red-lipped batfish walk ocean floor with they flippers RLBF have RBF, not they fault RLBF have a bioluminescent lure that glows to attract dinner RLBF lipgloss is popping, RLBF lipgloss is cool, all the fish keep jockin, they chase RLBF after school RLBF got scales like armor and shine bright like a diamond Red-lipped batfish will teach you how to dougie, I can promise u that. @yaboyni Take a moment And and realize the moment You took has already passed Thank you See you next time
December 7, 2025 at 3:39 PM
warmpants.bsky.social
Was offline for seven hours at work only to find out dutchy and lundkvist are back in? What else happened while I was gone? Total world peace?
December 7, 2025 at 10:02 PM