(INDEFINITE) HIATUS.
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(INDEFINITE) HIATUS.
bomi: naeun has a timid side. because she thinks, ’will i be able to do well?’, so she works really hard. even on the days when we don’t have to practice, she takes lessons and practices by herself. hayoung: [she has] a warm heart. she’s completely tsundere.
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#pinkpandachallenge → favorite member
Fluff Starters
memesfrommenace:
“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
“You smell really nice.”
“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
“I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
“Here, let’s share the blanket.”
“You’re comfy.”
“You are my new pillow.”
“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
“But I want to hear you sing.”
“We can talk over dinner.”
“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”
“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
“Will you let me rub your back?”
“Care to give me a back scratch?”
“Star-gazing was a good idea.”
“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”
“I’ll always be here for you.”
“I’ll be here to protect you.”
“I think I love you.”
“You are my love.”
“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”
“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”
“It is not morning yet.”
“Shush and go back to bed.”
“I heard you talking in your sleep.”
“Your bed head is really cute.”
“We’ll do dishes together.”
“How about a kiss?”
“I love your hugs.”
A few were inspired by these.
“Look at me. Just look at me and nowhere else.”
SOURCE: SOOTHING SENTENCE STARTERS! / STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.
`❀ — consumption of fear must have been an addiction of hers. hallucinated thoughts and voices continued to hide itself in her own shadows that she couldn’t help but draw herself helplessly toward whatever source of light shone her way (she had thought that by doing at least this much then it would temporarily cease the manic devices). though she had been a fool to believe that such light would bring her any warmth.
she finds herself in her own predicament once again, wishing she had listened to her own advice than to seldom follow it. the lids of her eyes grew heavier and voices began fill her head with unwanted, repressed notion. however, there isn’t anything she can do to ignore it any further. her hands are tightly grasped against the sleeves of his sweater to steady herself while her brows furrowed as if she were wincing whilst her teeth pierces at her bottom lip.
“I dont want to be here anymore.” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t belong here.”
*aesthetics meme.
send “ & ” for an edit of our muses (based on a plot/thread). send “ ❤ ” for a moodboard of our muses. send “ # ” for a gifset of our muses (based on a plot/thread). send “ ✘ ” and a color for a colorboard of our muses.
[ SMS ] you never told me what got you so shook :^(
( sms: woohyuk! )→ mmh, should I really say what it was?→ if I were to tell you wouldn’t it just give everything away?→ then again I wasn’t ever good with surprises, so…
Taeyeon 태연 - 11:11
“Do you want me to stay with you?”
SOURCE: SOOTHING SENTENCE STARTERS! / STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.
`❀ — breathing was something she found so hard to manage at times. she would discover herself with hitched breaths and stilled gasps that paved way into the irregular beat of her heart. distress had always been a close friend of hers that remained hidden beneath her subconscious. she didn’t feel the need or like to burden others with her own implications that she could frankly recover herself. though in times like this, she couldn’t help but break a little.
she’s reminding herself to take shallow breaths but even then the anxiousness can’t be broken. her nails are scraping back and forth against the back of her hand enough to scratch at the skin until it had turned pink; her mind was so restless that it became evidently visible.
“would you please?” she’d whisper real quiet, “I’d really appreciate it.”
“Look at me. Just look at me and nowhere else.”
SOURCE: SOOTHING SENTENCE STARTERS! / STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.
`❀ — she’s never been a big fan of larger crowds and public spaces had this tendency to make her feel out of place. it’s ironic because her parents established it to be a common norm for her, considering that they were more apparent in the public eye themselves, but she can’t grow used to it. she doesn’t like being given so much attention nor does she find pleasure in having too many people watch her. though she tends to consider herself more of an extroverted being, she wants to be free more than anything else.
there’s lights flickering over them and she can’t seem to calm herself down. she knows people are watching her too and she can’t seem to shake off the numbness and steady herself away from their view. more lights start to flicker and she closes her eyes to draw out all noise until his voice is heard.
“please, get me out of here?”
my goal is to be kindhearted, have soft hair, and always smell like flowers.
gimme a plot where … basically, muse a is this corrupted soul, always drinking too much, getting too high, they can barely function and muse b is basically their saving grace, always coming through in the middle of the night after a drunken phone call asking for a ride home. and muse b only does this because they’re a good person at heart, but they can’t deny that muse a’s actions actually disgusts them. but they’ve known each other for too long and muse b always promised they’d never let muse a down, because they know they’re the only thing that’s STABLE in their life. and this has become their routine, muse a texting/calling muse b when something goes wrong and muse b coming around to rescue them. there’s not much to their friendship beside that, these days, because muse a doesn’t really acknowledge them otherwise. and muse b just settles with the fact that they’re being used, but they can’t bear to leave muse a alone, knowing that they probably wouldn’t survive without them … but then ONE NIGHT, when muse b is carrying muse a into bed, tucking them in like they usually do and they’re about ready to say goodnight until muse a, who is completely out of their mind intoxicated, mumbles something barely audible that sounds a lot like ‘i love you.’ muse b thinks to brush it off, until muse a continues professing all these FEELINGS like ‘i really fucking love you, please, don’t leave me tonight’ and muse b is just STUCK. because muse a is so bad for them but muse b is the only good thing in their life … so they stay.
“I’ve got you. You’re going to be fine.”
SOURCE: SOOTHING SENTENCE STARTERS! / STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.
it’s ironic to her how his embrace brought so much warmth to fill the cold void within her. seemingly it had spilled just enough so that she was temporarilywhole again, but not quite. she’s never really broken down in front of anyone aside from her closest friends and even then, it’s never been this bad. she didn’t think that it’ll ever be him to see her in such a state. she finds it embarrassing, to say the least, and she almost wants to lock herself out and away (maybe to return to that place she said she’d never go back to). she wasn’t supposed to let people see her so weak despite it being so evident that she was already fragile.
her neurotic mind brought so much anxious movement that she couldn’t even render the tears that fell against her cheeks. she was just so numb to it. frankly, she couldn’t even remember why she put herself in this predicament. for what for? she just couldn’t fight thoughts of blaming herself even if she wanted to. sometimes it was harder to keep pretending that nothing bothered her. just how was she the girl who carried the sun on her back again? oh, right. because she had been facing darkness this entire time.
“woohyuk,” she manages to pronounce through her hiccups of tears. her hands are tightly grasped against his shirt and she looks at him with something that read of hope. “please, stay…?”
“Look at me. Just look at me and nowhere else.”
SOURCE: SOOTHING SENTENCE STARTERS! / STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.
what are you supposed to do when fear consumes you and reality seems to blur with darkness? she doesn’t know what to think anymore or how to feel. how could it be that feeling numb could bring so much pain? she didn’t think that it was even possible… but she can’t seem to fight it any longer, she knows at least that much.
she doesn’t think it’s fair. she doesn’t think that the stars have ever aligned justly for her nor does she believe that time has either. being upset over these things, however, were things she learned to ignore and to keep in the back of her musings; she’d rather not go through the trouble of obsessing over dismissive thoughts when she could be doing something more productive. it’s not as easy as it sounds though. she’s growing weary of even herself, coming close to that of a wilted flower.
“please…” she whispers through heaved breaths. “make it stop, please make it stop.”
Emmanuelle Bercot & Vincent Cassel, film: Mon Roi, directed by: Maïwenn
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