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she's always been told: if she kissed her true love, they would die. really---isn't that enough of a reason to curse fate? independent blue sargent fr. trc blog u/c, written by rowan. x

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“The king sleeps still, under a mountain, and around him is assembled his warriors and his herds and his riches.”

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nottingale:

    he folds his arms, looking at her with incredulity. ‘ nein. the quality may not be at par if we were to choose the…cheap one. besides, how is 5k an enormous amount? ‘ truly, he does not understand how spending money is such a big issue, considering that they are not spending millions, but a mere $5000 worth of money. 

     her arms cross over in reflection. `` you wouldn’t even know its of LESSER QUALITY if you hadn’t seen it, c’mon,”------AND, HERE, HER EYES do briefly gaze heavenwards to further punctuate. “ your taste palate can’t be that particular,” exasperation could be caught in her voice. five thousand dollars are five thousand dollars, regardless. 

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diaryofakanemem:

I remember seeing them perform this live on my campus.. My jaw dropped within 10 seconds.

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neonnoise:

     “oh, good– i hope you mean that in a positive way.”  his smile is elastic, it grows before flickering into nothingness like flame upon flash paper.  it lingers as a passive thought when he bites down on the softest of chuckles.  “unless you mean the liquor store, in which case– that’s in no way a good thing.”  a singular consistent among all continents, he supposes.  

with a flicker of his fingers, he taps his cigarette out on the roughened thigh of his jeans.  a small black burn is left behind as he drops it onto the asphalt to their side, the scent lost to old rain and freshly cut grass.  henrietta has always scented so purely, so wonderfully.  like the delicate edge between the people of jeju and gotjawal, but without the familiarity.  that is what leaks from her very core.  the name of her town SEWN INTO HER HEART with beautiful cross stitch.  lingering with the scent of magic, a unique power that makes his body feel soothed and energetic all at once.  he dips his head.

     “i’m junseok, by the way.  or just – jun, it’s a pleasure.”

    `` I DO mean it in a positive way, though. the smell’s just-----not one you’d normally find in henrietta unless you’re really looking, i guess.” and you’d REALLY NEED TO BE actively searching for it, honestly. the city’s presence OVERWHELMING, already. in that hit-you-when-you-least-expect-it kind of way ; consisting of, contrarily, soft and substantial scents, of pine and drying sheets, of spices sneaking in the background, the occasional floral hint after rainfall ; all of which blue’s long-since learned to associate with home ( in spite of her restlessness ). she shifts slightly on her feet ( IT’S NOT a nervous action, but more so initiated by the mere urge to move for the sake of movement ), brows raising and a skeptical upturning of lips offered.

“ junseok,” it is CAREFULLY PRONOUNCED, the execution from memory to spoken, rougher than she intends, the name sounding foreign on her tongue. “ i‘m blue,” her hesitance  minuscule, hands previously stuffed in a bright, kangaroo, patchwork pocket, thus smoothing over fabric, one reaching towards him. “ same. thanks. you seem like a good person.”

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    ``  what, should i pretend i’m amused ?” ------ACCOMMODATING WORDS wrapped tight and delivered with a dagger.

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We measure time in memories, And tonight, you and me, We’ve lived a century.

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          “trust me – i have zero interest in knowing my future. i never liked divination.”

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      `` you were just in a psychic’s house-----are you so sure about that ?”

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avianarose:

                   damage wears a mask. it puts on a PRETTY face with rosy cheeks and glossy teeth. by day she felt like every other lost girl; she could smile with every single one of her teeth and a few more. she would laugh like she had fires crackling in her throat. fractures of the soul don’t show up on x-rays. cracks cover themselves with tissue paper memories.  bruises on the HEART never turn a mottled black and blue. not all wounds bleed red. and sometimes the casualties of wars inside the mind get up again to die another day. aviana rose confined herself more than any prison could hope to. the only path to freedom was in the pages of her journal ( NOT A DIARY; NOT A DIARY ).

                                           ❝ —– i guess it’s MY story. it’s not all in order, or even in english. and sometimes not even in words. i don’t have words for everything. ❞ her sentences were clipped; not with the intention to be cruel, her words were still soft, but to avoid meandering sentences that burned scarlet in her mind, or an overflow of words of KNOWLEDGE that could lead down the path to dishonesty – as flowery words so often did.

     short tempers, impatience, clipped-sentences, silence---hardly ever fazes blue, much less deters her. SHE IS persistent and sympathetic, her actions sometimes appearing brash but TOO MUCH THOUGHT is often put in action. verbal and nonverbal cues easily taken, her reaction determinant upon situation. ( but if her throat itches to speak ? whatever tolerance she has slips quick. )

  `` life would be too easy if we had the words for everything.” and anyone who THINKS they do is lying to themselves, those assholes. still, she finds herself flipping through pages and pages and pages, some filled with words and others obviously incomplete, some lacking typical punctuation, the occasional empty pages riddled inbetween-------IT ALL SCREAMED an incomplete work, a TENTATIVE work-in-progress, one where even if the pages were filled, it would never be complete. she almost inquiries for her current companion to share her story but it would be rather UNFAIR, wouldn’t it ?---when she, herself, has hardly shared any. `` regardless, it looks like a tough time,” TOO PRESUMPTUOUS, perhaps? but blue could tell beauty and challenge and growth laid in these pages, because why else would a journal seem so worn.

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quiiteunusual:

when ur so proud of bae ( @bevained ) that u have to keep urself from crying

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ooc. below the cut is an update on me and a whole mess of words but ultimately excitement and i need to throw it down everywhere holy shit i can’t believe this just happened

so, for those of you who don’t know !! i’ve been working at a law firm since i graduated last year. initially starting as a legal secretary ( stg the job description was p much : kind of what donna paulsen does on suits but less drama ). still am a legal secretary but i’m in charge of entry level interviews, write contracts and review contracts i’m familiar with, with no additional supervisor review ( wh/ sucks bc responsibility ). ANYWAYS i was called into my boss’s office today and immediately think i’m in trouble bc it was so out of the blue and it didn’t help that they shut the goddamn door and it was just my boss and then the partners and me jskfdjlg

AND OK I’M JUST SKIPPING AHEAD NOW---they start the conversation off by saying, this meeting is concerning your future here and hand me some papers and i’m like WORRIED AF ( t hese punks know how terrible their intro sounds gdi ) and i don’t read it. but thank god they don’t beat around the bush, we’d like to offer you a position here after you graduate and we’re willing to your tuition and housing. and i start flipping through the contract after that statement bc wtf are the stipulations. and it was p much : i’d have to attend a top-tier law school, keep up my gpa, pass the bar, contractual work, etc., etc. and if i do keep to those, i’ll be set 

????! omf gdfjkhkfv,dhj i’m still shaking, my hands are freezing, my face is probably really pale right now and my heart won’t stop thudding and i’m anxious bc of the future but also excited, i think i’m going to cry when i drive home

i mean-----2015 was my character building year, my transition from school life to real life, and 2016 still has to be,. i’m not the nicest person nor am i the most eloquent, i stumble and i stutter and sometimes i lack tact. i’m a mind over matter kind of person. i’m default quiet and often judgmental. but i like to think i am openminded and tolerant. i’m good at acting like a people person and a lot of the things i do is trial and error until they work out. i’m good at faking it until i make it. 

tl;dr i’m ok and i’m not going to have to pay for law school hell yeah

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Wings || Birdy

Oh damn these walls In the moment we’re ten feet tall And how you told me after it all We’d remember tonight For the rest of our lives

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chainsaw-assassin:

“Ronan kept going, his voice louder. ‘No. do you hear me, cabeswater? You promised to keep me safe. who are we to you? Nothing? If you let him die, that is not keeping me safe. Do you understand? If they die, I die, too.’’”   

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neonnoise:

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       “you wouldn’t happen to know a good place with pho, would you?”

he blows a bubble on the tail of his words.  pops it, pink against pink, deflating back into his mouth.  it’s another feeble attempt at halting the use of cigarettes, failing even as he hides it behind a delicate smile that screams apologetic.  she’s very pretty.  and smells like magic, the kind that even minsoo would soften her expression for.  he finds that he wants to hold her close for some undeniable reason.  

       “i’m so sorry to bother you, but i haven’t had any in months.”

    pho restaurants, or vietnamese cuisine, altogether, wasn’t something most people were particularly adamant about around henrietta. strictly speaking, no one in and/or visiting henrietta expects any place to serve it. but------she’s found one by accident, taking a usual trail and diverging from the dirt-paved road on a whim ; almost immediately losing her way in trees among trees among trees of TOWERING SHADOW, and soon stumbling out when the scent of something not-woodsy smacks her hard. she then briefs a glance, hearing a pop first and momentarily contemplating just booking it, but SHE SEES THE SMILE NEXT, the upturning apparently slight and not-cautious but completely apologetic. so, blue smiles in return because she is capable and she likes to thing she is pro at PLAYING PLEASANTRIES.

``--- I’M NOT a pho expert but there’s this place. it’s good, family-owned, and there’s boba and sometimes dim sum depending on the time. if you continue down two blocks and make a right at the liquor store and then the next left, it’s hard to miss.” she pauses for a beat. “ the smell is hard to miss.”

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avianarose:

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                                       ❝ —- i find it easier to WRITE things down. ❞

        how TROUBLING it was for emotions to grow so strong, so troubling, and yet they burned beneath her skin imprisoned by her inability to fully express the depths of that which she could not comprehend. she could not find the write words, could not say the RIGHT things but it ached so much her insides hurt and there was no way to express that sensation.

                    ❝ they still don’t make much SENSE though. ❞

    THERE WAS SOMETHING blue couldn’t quite identify------something almost too soft about the blonde’s presence and something gentle-laid and careful. CONTRARILY, it would take effort to not notice the quietly burning strength exuding, both in how she holds herself and in her written word. blue wasn’t absolutely positive about any of this but she’ll figure it out. 

`` i like it. i like them a lot. is there a story?” ---and she’d leave it at that ; with no expectation in voice and no assumption that whatever was associated with the words was the writer’s story to tell. ( because she has not yet reached the appropriate level to blatantly pry, she thinks ).

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quiiteunusual:

     luna watches as rolf makes his retreat and tries her hardest not to smile, even as he hops a little. it’s an endearing trait of his, she finds, and it’s something that makes her LIKE him more. it takes a moment or two to respond, so distracted is she by the object of her affection. ❝ a little. ❞ there is no denying that people think him ODD. but she’s discovered that it’s just his inability to contain his zeal for life that makes him appear as such to others. ❝ i like it, though. just means he’s not boring. ❞

      blue just-----kind of watches her for a moment, luna not realizing the brief, but significant, lapse in time from his departure to her response. ( and IF THAT weren’t cue enough, the giddiness in her face practically was ). she feels her lips turn into that knowing something sort of smile, one often accompanied by JEST and prodding with hints of teasing, perhaps. she didn’t do this often enough to actually confidently determine. `` then---is NOT BORING another way to say you’re rather fond of him?” 

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@quiiteunusual.

     `` he’s an odd one, isn’t he?” although, blue wouldn’t miss a CHARMING MOUTH when she hears one and the taller man had plenty of charm, so much so that his lanky limbs hardly appeared capable of holding it all in ; her impression further reinforced when she catches a skip in his walk as he bids his companion goodbye. right. ODD hardly seemed to scratch the surface.