morning lights.

— caught in between —

[imogendreaming-blog]

Forget About It

[imogendreaming-blog]

Sighing to herself, Imogen mentally scolded herself repeatedly as she waited for the water to boil, deciding a nice cup of tea would be a good way to ease into the conversation of what happened. But maybe she would be lucky and the girl wouldn’t remember anything? She hoped for the latter, but she sat there thinking up excuses anyways as she watched the kettle. It was only a moment later the water boiled, as she placed the tea bag into the Hermes cup. Grabbing some pain killers, she placed them on the saucer as she started heading back to the bedroom. She always kept her house dimly lit, she wasn’t one for too many lights, so she squinted a little to see if the girl was up or not. Of course, it was in vain as she couldn’t see, she pushed the door open gently with her foot as she placed the tea on the end table beside her. Noting that she still seemed to be out, she headed to the master bathroom beside her bedroom, sighing to herself as she wrung out a warm cloth to place on the girl’s head.

Heading back to the bed, she decided to flicker the lamp on, placing the warm cloth against the side of the girl’s head. It was a terrible bruise, and it hurt her that she did that to her. Leaning in, she was about to give the girl’s head a delicate kiss as she noticed that the girl was indeed awake. “Bambi?” She questioned, sitting straight in the seat now, waiting for the girl to bring up any mention of what happened. “Are.. Are you okay?”

[aryasilverstone-blog]

a foot on the ground, she’s about to slip out of bed when she hears footsteps shuffling, seemingly heading up the stairs and towards this room. her fingers instinctively tightened around the make-shift weapon that she has just found before deciding that this isn’t the time to strike. what if the kidnapper -- or whoever this is -- is much larger in size and is capable of knocking her out with one punch? 

with that thought in mind, she quickly slips back into bed, pretending that she’s still passed out when she hears the opening of the door. shit. she ponders briefly as to when the golden moment to strike is, especially when she’s unable to see anything. this isn’t well-thought out, and her heart’s practically pounding against her chest when she feels a figure approaching. but nothing happens, until a couple of moments later the light’s turned on, and she flinches slightly at the sudden brightness against her closed lids. a warm towel’s placed on her forehead and she finally opens her eyes, a look of disbelief and bewilderment donning her features when her gaze lands on the familiar face in front of her. 

“...imogen???” 

it’s all a little too much to process for her and she scrambles to sit up, brows furrowed at the revelation because what are the odds that you would run into your boss in the middle of the night and gets knocked straight out by her, and then waking up to find yourself on her bed. the warm towel falls from her forehead when she shifts abruptly, glancing at the other with a blank expression now, still quite unable to process and figure out what has just happened. 

“i’m...okay” the moment these words leave her lips she tastes the regret of it -- a headache pounding its way through her head and she feels the soreness of her jaw as she speaks. she has half the mind to ask if anything happened, because maybe someone’s giving imogen trouble and that’s why she punched arya in the face -- out of self-defense. but she decides to take a sip out of the warm tea placed on the bedside table ( which she has assumed is for her ) before asking. “did something happen?”

[kyotae]

Yoon Bomi Please Don’t. (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

[ryvnnecross-deactivated20150428]

[ ` text → buttercup ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ ] HE’S GONNA BE GONE ALL DAY 

[ ` text → buttercup ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ ] YAS COME RESCUE ME FROM THIS BOREDOM

[ ` text → buttercup ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ ] oFC I DO BUT GET UR CUTIE PATOOTIE SELF HERE FIRST 

[aryasilverstone-blog]

( sms → blossom ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ ) WHAT GREAT NEWS IS IT CHRISTMAS ALREADY

( sms → blossom ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ ) LEMME GET SOME PANTS ON 

( sms → blossom ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ ) DONT START ANYTHING WITHOUT ME

[aryasilverstone-blog]

[ ` text → buttercup ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ ] aYE [ ` text → buttercup ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ ] GUESS WHO JUST LEFT THE HOUSE

( sms → blossom ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ ) SOMEONE WHO NEVER LETS US HAVE FUN TGT( sms → blossom ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ ) IM COMIN FOR YA MI LUV( sms → blossom ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ ) BTW WE GOTTA TRY THIS STH( sms → blossom ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ ) TELL ME U HAVE ALCOHOL( sms → blossom ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ ) OR I CAN BRING EM

[imogendreaming-blog]

Forget About It

( aryasilverstone ) Everything had happened so fast. Way too fast that Imogen hadn’t even had time to think. Here she was, in her office, having just assassinated a man from her old mafia trying to murder her. She didn’t even know any of her staff members were still in the store, as they agreed to meet late, but the moment the door burst open, Imogen’s reflexes kicked in and she was kick to knock the girl out. Not even gracefully or gently, she literally just high kicked her along the side of the head. Imagine her guilt when she looked down and it was her sweet, little Bambi.

“Oh my god, oh shit- - “ was her initial reaction, as here she was, her gorgeous dress now stained in blood from the man she murdered, and her darling Bambi had a good bruise on the side of her face thanks to her kick. Checking her pulse, she let out the hugest sigh of relief to herself when she found out she hadn’t killed the girl. But, now here she was, amazed at what had just happened, inwardly scolding herself. Lifting the girl up and placing her on the velvet couch she had in her office, she decided to dispose of the body first. Imogen wasn’t an expert at body disposal, just really good at not leaving any traces, so she left his body out in the alley. She knew for a fact there was no way anyone could track it was her, so she was always sloppy with the disposal.

But, after cleaning up her office, she was amazed Arya still hadn’t awoken. What to do? Sighing to herself, she lifted the girl onto her shoulder, deciding to just bring her home. This body was different, and she treated it like she was transporting the finest glass. Placing Arya in the backseat of her car, Imogen made her travels to her house. “How is she still not awake?” She asked with a sigh, as she pulled into her own driveway.

Carrying Arya inside, she placed her on her bed, making sure she was wrapped in blankets as she left to prepare an iced pack and some medicine for probably the hugest headache in her life coming up.

[aryasilverstone-blog]

her head’s a whirring mess and the pulsing pain from her left cheek has her jolting awake. she almost clenches her jaw together as she pushes herself to sit up until another a shot of pain from her cheek reminds her why that is a bad idea, and she pulls her brows into a frown. where in the seven hells-- 

she sits up, trying to stay alert despite the pounding headache while she attempts to make out of this place and recall what in the world has she done to land her here. 

this isn’t the way she has imagined her friday night to be. she’s done with a day’s shift at the Black Lace and is on her way back, mind filled with options for supper while she continues with the latest episodes of her favourite shows. life can’t be any better than that. but apparently it can be worse. she remembers walking down along the streets, no one seemingly dangerous in sight until she bumps into someone and the next thing she knows she’s knocked out with a blow and here she is, wounded in someone else’s bed. 

the person whom she has bumped into seems to be someone she knows of but she can’t quite point out who that is with such familiarity. she shifts slightly, making herself comfortable though the situation calls for more vigilance from her side, fingers trailing lightly against the bruised cheek as she glances around. she turns, searching through the bedside drawers before successfully landing herself a handy tool that can be used as a weapon -- just in case since there might be some sort of traps around or should anyone pop out with vile intentions -- while she debates if she should slip out of bed and leave.

[fyeahyoonbomi]

150321 Incheon Airport 。cr 여봄봄 || DO NOT EDIT ！

[a-hyun-deactivated20140427]

what did the milk say when it fell down???

[sumireb-blog]

Doe-Eyed Surprise;

[sumireb-blog]

A faint smirk spread across Sumire’s features as she also carded her slender fingers through the girl’s hair, wanting to see the look on her face as she spoke. 

“Did you say ‘unaccepta—”

Her words fell short as the younger woman met her lips, not what she was expecting but far from unwelcome. Drawn into the forbidden kiss, Sumire’s hands became preoccupied with feeling out her body, having moved from her thighs towards her chest and everywhere in-between. 

Much like the other, she didn’t show any concern as to how the exchange in affection would affect their futures. All she cared for was the friction. The curling of her tongue. The re-ignited feelings of passion with a partner, having not exchanged physical affections with another in a long while. 

[aryasilverstone-blog]

it doesn’t register in her mind just how wrong this actually is, maybe because it isn’t actually wrong, but there will be consequences and ones that obviously aren’t going through her head right at this moment. there’s a soft sound of contentment slipping into the kiss when she feels the other’s slender fingers carding through her hair before they roam across her body.

the racing heartbeats drumming in her ears and drowning out the music in the background, the heat, the want; this isn’t a situation that calls for control, not for arya at least, and it is exactly what she does, losing that control. 

she’s indulging in the kiss, both hands sliding around sumire’s neck before threading gently through the strands. she has her fingers tangled before tugging at the strands a tad harshly, chest arched against the other and her mind’s clouded with all sorts of thoughts -- none of which are appropriate.

[zvcksmith]

✱ the usual

[zvcksmith]

(` he’s not certain why she has the ability to make him feel totally and utter self-conscious , shy , small ; like he’s not allowed to speak in louder tones to her lest he offend or disturb her , like she’s royalty or something) i-i , uh. i was just saying , if you wanted to see the paper so far , i’m almost done with it. i mean , i can show you after i’ve finished the conclusion as well ; but that’s never a big deal… (` he reaches back , rubs the back of his neck and swivels his chair to face the desk again , face feeling warm ; it wasn’t everyday he had a girl in his bedroom , after all)

[aryasilverstone-blog]

{ `is already comfortable on the couch as though it’s her own place, she parts her lips around a silent ‘ah’ before humming } ok gimme one sec { `saves her game with a couple of swift taps on the screen before rolling off the couch, leaving the ipad behind; pads over to the desk, crouching and glancing over his shoulder at the screen, lips pursed } y’know i should really get you a trophy that says “bestest zack” and is made entirely out of brownies { `gives a sheepish grin before a stack of paper placed neatly at one corner of his desk catches her attention and she leans over curiously; she doesn’t have to flip through the pages, just the cover pages are enough to tell her that they’re all reports for the same damn assignment } ...why do you have so many different copies for the same assignment??

[lgcxhaneul]

ʙʟᴏᴛ »

[lgcxhaneul]

“An act of ‘indecency’ at my own house, mind you. Your argument is invalid,” he shrugged, crossing his legs on the grass patch as he set his police badge aside and in sight - should the younger pick it up just to examine it, he’d have to clean it all over again, and he’s not risking that. It’s just too much of a hassle. The male started flipping through the cleansing tools in the shoe-box, trying to dig out the small can of shoe polish. 

Steven snorted a little at her ‘victory grin’, reaching over to turn off the hose in one swift turn of the knob, then got started on the shoe maintenance. “I know you’d agree,” he stated simply, the swish as he brushed the black polish onto the leather shoes was loud with the rough scrub. He hated polishing shoes because of both the stain and the smell of the product, but it was part of his job and so he’ll do it.

“Oh, what’s this?” he paused, turning his shoes sideway as he squinted, staring at one particular spot that doesn’t look about right. Head tilting back, he looked almost hilarious as he tucked in his chin, before giving up and asked, “can you see it? What’s that?”

[aryasilverstone-blog]

“on your front yard, old man, where everyone else walking by can see you, my argument’s very much valid!!” she’s leaning over slightly, attempting to catch a glimpse of whatever he’s doing on the ground when she feels the lack of gentle pressure hitting against her palms and she realizes he’s turned off the hose. 

“as long as i don’t have to live through that” resting both palms on her knees, she crouches low while standing behind him, wanting to see how he’s polishing those shoes but the smell is starting to drive her away. “how do you stand that smell, don’t you need a gas mask or something for this in case you get poisoned and collapse” her features scrunch slightly at the weird and strong smell, and she’s about to pull away when the other seems to be exclaiming about something. instinctively, she leans back in, eyes narrowing in an attempt to decipher what that spot he’s pointing to is exactly. “haven’t got the slightest clue, did you scrub so hard the top layer came off??”

[nineteen94]

girl’s talk;

[nineteen94]

{` scrunches her nose, showing an expression showing how she is unsatisfied with the answer} not even me—? {` dramatically clenches her heart as she frowns} arya, im hurt…eternally wounded! {` though this little show was over in second, the girl returned to her normal cheery self} oh i always know we have this kind of connection, i just knew it, and thankyou my ice queen! {` a wide smile spreading across her cheek that has been painted in a light shade of red due to the almost visible waves of heat, the girl starts again} so how was life in the all so amazing college, have you met anyone that can replace me— or most importantly, have you met any boys—? {` leans against the table, raising her brow}

[aryasilverstone-blog]

d’aw, do you need a kiss? black coffee?? glass slippers??? { `laughs when the other girl goes back to being cheery, and she grins sheepishly before making a heart with her hands } here my loyal maiden, have some love 

{ `goes right back to her coffee while being fascinated by the other’s choice of topic; of course mika will bring up boys, considering 90% of mika’s rambling when they hang out consists of that topic or it’ll be related to that somehow; and she meets the other girl’s questioning expression, a sudden strong urge to tease } plenty, and they’re all absolutely adorable, charming. well mostly. does that make you want to graduate faster now? 

[passjoon]

secret over food ❄

[ ✉ → Miss Piggy ] Of course I remember going hungry whenever you were around. [ ✉ → Miss Piggy ] Made depriving myself once I started modeling that much easier. [ ✉ → Miss Piggy ] Should I buy you lunch as a thank you? [ ✉ → Miss Piggy ] And I’ll have you know - Elli loves feeding me. [ ✉ → Miss Piggy ] You should come see the house once we’re moved in but lunch first?

[aryasilverstone-blog]

( sms → wheres ) ohp seems like ive been of gr8 help heuheu ( sms → wheres ) elli’s too kind of a soul ofc he’ll love feedin u  ( sms → wheres ) is it finally ready??? ( sms → wheres ) but lunch first :>> ( sms → wheres ) do u have any shoots? how abt this noon?? tomorrow noon???

[sumireb-blog]

Doe-Eyed Surprise;

[sumireb-blog]

Luckily for Sumire, the lights remained near dimmed enough to hide the flushing of her pale face, but not the parted lips when the gentle sighs began to escape.  The naughty thoughts flooding her mind brought heightened sensitivity within her body, which then had a greater effect on receiving Bambi’s movements.  

With the girl having settled back into her grasp, Sumire took it upon herself to act on the younger’s words.  Her hands traveled along the back of the other’s thighs before giving them a more firm squeeze, fingertips dipping into the soft flesh.  But this still wasn’t enough for her, especially after noting the look and tone she used for voicing the challenge.

Leaning up, the woman placed a playful peck to the corner of her lips.

“I saw you looking, so would it be acceptable if I didn’t purposefully ‘miss’ this time?” 

[aryasilverstone-blog]

it’s hard to gauge the expressions of the other given the dimmed lighting and the strands of hair that have fallen in front of arya’s face. but she catches the soft sighs that escape as a signal, prompting her further as she rolls her hips down against the other’s lap, brushing just slightly against the other’s thighs. 

there’s a faint purring sound vibrating in her throat, masked behind her lips when the other leans up, leaving a quick peck at the corner of her mouth. 

“it would’ve been unacceptable if you missed that, senpai” there’s a rush of thrill through her mind and she cranes her neck forward, smoothing a body roll through her torso, before she meets the woman’s lips with her own. a bold move for something that could’ve brought about too many consequences, but arya’s never been one to think twice on certain things. this is one of them.

[aryasilverstone-blog]

hideaway ❄

[min-yee]

MinYee had just finally finished up closing the store, and her key was in the door before she heard the approaching pitter-patter of running and almost jumped herself once she felt someone crash into her. It wasn’t long for her to catch the other and her own balance, glancing down. There was a hint of familiarity, but it hadn’t quite clicked in yet. All she knew was this girl needed help, and MinYee wasn’t one to reject a girl in need. Not that she was too good with her own abilities, but she would definitely try.

Waiting for the problem to show itself, her hand came to rest on top of the girl’s hand, eyes narrowing as she awaited what came up. To her surprise, it was her subordinates - rather, some of her smugglers from her back business. She didn’t even need to know their names, but judging by how quickly they halted once they approached the building they approached, MinYee knew they definitely noticed her.

“Excuse me?!” She asked, voice raising as she opened the door, making sure Arya was behind her as she closed the door between them, so she was safe and inside and MinYee was outside to yell at them. “Is this what you do for fun, chase girls way too young for you?” Her eyes were surprisingly sharp, as she rested her hands on her hips and glared them down. She probably looked like an angry tiny bird or something, but she didn’t care - she knew they had to listen to her. “You know, you could be doing way better things, like making sure you bring me good enough jobs so I can pay your deadbeat asses.” She hissed. “Now get out of here before I tell my dear husband about your … strange hobbies and tell him to strongly consider another supplier!”

[aryasilverstone-blog]

thank the heavens for sending an angel at the right time, maybe she would send tributes and offerings in return, but not today, not yet, she had to survive this first. the other was kind and warm, a hand placed on arya’s reassuringly and all of a sudden she felt safe. until the sight of the group of people that had been chasing her down a couple of streets appeared at the door. to her horror the other girl reached for the door, and arya was pretty sure she had her grip on the girl’s hands but somehow she managed to slip out of arya’s hold and out of the door. 

a silent no don’t--!! is stuck in arya’s throat as she watched, nerve-wreckingly as the other girl started yelling at the group of guys, who ( surprisingly ) seemed intimidated instead. it would’ve been a rather memorable sight -- seeing as the girl was at least two heads shorter than those guys but she was dauntless and projected a voice loud and stern enough to threaten them. except arya was too focused on the aggressive group of guys and the fear that something might go wrong and the poor kind soul would be hurt because of her. she had half the mind to rush out there and lure them away somehow, but she could hear through the door and when strange hobbies and supplier were mentioned, it dawned upon her that she did actually know this girl. no wonder she was so familiar. she had seen the other a couple of times when remy dropped by or they would come back their place for certain supplies. most of the times it was her husband instead, so arya had barely seen her as many times. but it was hard to forget that striking blonde hair. 

and she watched the negotiation go on, both hands clutched onto the door handle from the inside, hoping the darkness in the store would be able to keep her hidden so she could dash out....just in case. 

[jeremiahxsyed]

* let them eat cake

[jeremiahxsyed]

He thought he heard incorrectly — did she just say they could share the cheesecake? 

Granted, he wasn’t the type to just talk randomly to strangers. But her accent definitely made him feel as though, she was some kind of exception. So, he quickly takes out his wallet and hands the cashier a twenty. “That’s for both of us, then.” He smirked at the girl, finding her urge to eat the cake absolutely admirable. Jeremiah exended his hand to the cashier and took his change before walking over to the other.

“You seem to love it more than me,” He put his wallet in his back pocket while leading her to the waiting station. “— I thought that was an impossible find.”

He let his accent hang freely, in hopes that she’d bring up the similarity instead. It was only recently that he met — Remy, was it? — who happened to be a fellow Yorkshireman. It wasn’t often that his accent was heard around him, but in a single week he managed to find two extremely similar accents. So he brought up a gutsy question, “D’you happen to be from Yorkshire, per chance?”

Jeremiah clasped his hands behind his back while waiting, feeling slightly out of place as he waited on perhaps her whereabouts. The cashier called for him and he turned to grab the plate and two forks, only then — he didn’t really know where to go from there. So he simply handed her a fork and hoped that she could take the initiative to pick a seat at her personal liking.

[aryasilverstone-blog]

“thank you, you tall kind human! sometimes cheesecakes make better soulmates, they have a knack for gettin’ under” 

it takes her a good while to snap out of the little commotion over cheesecake, relief washing over her and that’s when she finally catches it. 

she doesn’t have a strong accent like that of her father’s, but having practically grown up surrounded by people with that accent, she has at least picked it up somehow. and it has been even more distinguishable since they’ve moved to America. she doesn’t hide it though, her accent as fluent as she is comfortable with revealing it. but having been around town for a couple of years, this has to be the first ‘foreign’ yorkshire accent she has heard thus far. 

he beats her to it, raising the question that she’s about to ask, and she gets a little thrilled at the fact that she might have just stumbled upon another fellow from her hometown — or well, remy’s hometown, but hey that’s hers too. 

“ayeeeeee! was ‘bout to ask you! you’ve got a stronger accent though, like my dad, and practically everyone else from there.” 

she takes the fork from him then, briefly distracted when she realizes that they need to find a seat, and she gestures to her new-found friend before heading towards an empty table that’s further in. standing in front of a table by the window, she presses a palm against the table top and turns to glance over at him briefly before settling in a seat. all of a sudden she’s more eager over meeting a fellow mate from her hometown than she is about finally getting herself some cheesecake. “haven’t seen you around before, new to town?? which part of yorkshire you from??”

[aryasilverstone-blog]

ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ : 9 sʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴏғ ᴀʀʏᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀsᴛᴏɴᴇ 

❅ important qn of the day: did the thesaurus eat plants or did it eat other dinosaurs 

[lgcxhaneul]

ʙʟᴏᴛ »

[lgcxhaneul]

It was gross. Steven could taste the coppery, metal taste on the tip of his tongue despite the toothpaste (or perhaps the toothpaste was tainted with that weird metal scent), but the look on the younger’s face was worth it. The male laughed, coughing as he rinsed his mouth with the water from the host, spitting them onto the soil where a few sparse bushes were before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The thing about Arya was that she’s like a real life animated character. There’s something about her features that seemed to expand, exaggerating the form of her feelings by ten times. If only he could put it down on tape. It would be the most entertaining vine clip ever.

Laughter continue to spill as he wash the toothbrush, dropping it back into the cup within the box of cleansing tools, not even bothering to tell her that the toothbrush was brand new. “I’m surprised you know what hobos meant. Either way, you’re not the ‘innocent’, miss runner. You’re on my front lawn - I can sue you for trespassing when I’m just minding my own business. You’re terrorizing me.” The male pulled the rounded collar of his tank top to clean the water droplets off his chin, as if to emphasis on the ‘my property, my way’ attitude.

“And I was a scholar back in my days, mind you. My education life was filled with books, libraries and beautiful teachers. I was living the life.”

[aryasilverstone-blog]

and he’s in the mood to laugh. arya can only imagine how that toothpaste and brush would taste like, and she shudders slightly at the thought of the other using this toothbrush to clean his teeth everyday. honestly is that even cleaning anymore.

she lifts a finger, wagging it at him in disapproval, still keeping her distance in case anything lands on her. “ ‘course i do, and i am an innocent citizen, currently in trauma from having witnessed an act of indecency!!” sticks her palms under the running water from the hose, playing with the cool water while an impish grin frames her lips. “sue me” 

she snorts at the words that sound very much like the product of an inflated ego and pride, and she settles her gaze on the toothbrush that he has just used, nudging her chin lightly in its direction. “you sure are living the life, old man”