huh what do u mean miki's moving again

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After watching svts gda performance ive decided to move blogs <3

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bake something together — thread continued from here. @soursgrape

if she were being honest if often surprised her that a guy like ian would speak to her let alone actually take the time of his day to bake with her. a happy smile spread across her lips as she chewed on her lip lightly, nose scrunching at the way he had gathered up the dough.”no, no, it’s okay however you want to do it is fine.” she dropped her dough into her hand, rolled it around along her palm until it made the circle.

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ian sees how yina's pretty face almost winces at the way he handled the dough—he figures it doesn't really change anything, since he'd be touching it regardless. as ian follows and watches her shape them into evenly-sized cookies, though, he soon realises he should've picked up the damn measuring spoon instead. his own line of dough balls were wonky, with a couple of them too big, and the others too small. ian sighs woefully, "yours look really good."

[candyflcss]

“ It doesn’t matter what I feel, Thea. Remember our goal ? That’s why I proposed the get-together in the first place. ”

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"what do you mean it doesn't mat—of course, your feelings matter! don't be ridiculous. are you—you're a hundred percent sure about this?"

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ofredemption​:

             ♡        “w-would you like me to buy it for you, renny? oh— or if you like i c-can buy the ingredients and make it from scratch! i’m n-not very good with burning cream, but … um, i can try draw a ghost to make it s-spooky. it wouldn’t summon one, right?”

              “what? you don’t have to go out of your way to do that, you know. i’m good with those instant ones.” no matter how much he craved a nice, steaming mug of hot chocolate, making it from scratch seemed troublesome... although it sounded like a fun halloween activity. “you can’t summon ghosts by drawing them, hope. i’m pretty sure you have to do an entire ritual to get them to haunt you.” that is, if ghosts even existed in the first place. “have you made hot chocolate before? like, from scratch?”

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milkynuit​:

               ᰋ⠀ ۫⠀ ִ⠀⠀  🫧   ִ ⠀ 𖹭⠀ 𓈒               when   he   tried   to   give   his   gift   to   anthony    ,    he   does   this   so   coolly   .    as   if   it’s   no   big   deal   .    but   he’s   well   aware   that   one   way   or   another    ,    he’ll   know   that   mikee   actually   listens   and   pays   attention   to   everything   he’s   said   whether   it   be   just   an   annoying   random   thing   or   something   that’s   very   important   to   him   .      “    you   blabbed   so   much   about   your   old   bakewares   .    it’s   hard   not   to   remember   .    ”      mikee   tries   to   play   it   cool   once   again    ,    but   upon   looking   for   the   perfect   gift   for   anthony   and   coming   across   this   set    ,    he   remembers   that   this   is   something   that   he   needs   and   would   be   able   to   use   for   a   long   time   .    of   course    ,    he   also   went   out   on   everything   and   bought   every   single   thing   he   might   need    ,    all   in   its   best   quality   .    watching   the   excited   and   joyful   expression   etched   on   his   features    ,    brings   so   much   relief   and   satisfaction   to   him   .      “    you’re   welcome   .    i   hope   you   like   it   .    use   it   well   .    ”

              anthony knows better than to take the cold, almost uncaring look on mikee’s face to heart. maybe a year ago, he would’ve scoffed at it. maybe even called mikee out for being a heartless bastard, but heartless bastards don’t give out thoughtful, expensive presents to their friends, did they? “i will! i’ll make you something good. as a thank you,” he carefully sets the smaller utensils aside, bringing up one of the loaf tins and examining it with wonder. everything—anthony assumes—is made of carbon steel, which was one of the best materials to use for cooking and baking. how did mikee know? or did he just grab the most promising-looking box in the aisle? mikee’s present was still sitting underneath the christmas tree, waiting to be opened. anthony feels a little sheepish now, knowing that his gift is subpar compared to what mikee got him. “what’s your favourite dessert? do you have any allergies?” he asks, hoping to drag out the conversation as long as possible. 

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milkynuit​:

               ᰋ⠀ ۫⠀ ִ⠀⠀  🫧   ִ ⠀ 𖹭⠀ 𓈒               when   he   says   he   wants   to   support   anthony    ,    it’s   the   truth   .    he   couldn’t   blame   him   for   thinking   so   differently   of   him   after   everything   he   did   and   probably   will   still   do   .    but   that   doesn’t   mean    ,    he’ll   do   anything   extreme   that   will   be   damaging   to   his   reputation   .      “    fine   .    if   i   laugh   then—    and   i’ll   only   do   that   when   you   embarrass   yourself    ,    i’ll   take   a   step   outside   and   laugh   there   so   no   one   would   be   terrible   enough   to   follow   my   lead   .    ”      though   he   probably   wouldn’t   be   able   to   find   it   laughable   if   that   does   happen   and   just   comfort   anthony   when   needed   .

              “okay, no. let’s not think about the what-ifs. i feel like we’re going to actually manifest me messing up if we keep talking about it.” it’s anthony’s nerves speaking on his behalf now, and anthony, when nervous, didn’t have a fucking filter. “i mean—we’re talking about food here. people are here to listen to me talk about food. and i love talking about food! i do that almost everyday—well, i don’t talk-talk. i write about food. but that’s the same, right? that’s literally my job, thinking and writing and gushing over food!” he’s speaking so fast, even the most observant listener would struggle telling where one sentence ended and another began. “food gets me excited which is a good thing i suppose, but what if i get too excited and fall off the stage? what if it’s q&a time and someone asks me a really hard question and i fuck up and people start questioning my credibility?”

[cherridream-replies]

@soursgrape 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑: "𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑧𝑦 𝑢𝑝 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒?" ( 𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 @ 𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑤𝑜𝑜 ! <3 )

he looked up from the stack of papers that his brother tossed at him for the club that they own together. a warm smile spreading across his lips before giving him a simple nod.”cozying up in front of a fire sounds so much better than doing paperwork. go get it ready, ill get us some wine, okay?”

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yooseung blinks and sits up from where he was unceremoniously sprawled on the sofa, surprised that eunwoo had agreed to him right away. "oh, really? just like that? babe, i was so ready to give you a powerpoint presentation—like, y'know, a 'why you should take a break and pay attention to your boyfriend' slideshow."

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arcvdes​:

“ do i look like i work at fucking subway, babe? no, i just picked it up. what’s wrong with it?” axel knits his brows in confusion, and takes a bite from his own italian b.m.t. “ well, it tastes just fine to me?” 

              “subway? oh, you wouldn’t want me to answer that.” beau hums, but he doesn’t mean it. axel could wear the grimiest subway uniform and he’d still look good. it’s infuriating. “switch with me, please?” he slides his half-eaten, ass-tasting meatball sub towards axel, “you know you want to.”

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milkynuit​:

          ❀⠀     ೀ      𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟   𝑓𝑜𝑟     :     @soursgrape​    ｡

               ❀｡               Ꮺ              “    there’s   this   place   i   wanna   go   to   that   opens   and   displays   beautiful   lights   hanging   on   the   tree   at   night   .    do   you   want   to   join   me    ?    ”

the invitation sounded nice—but there was one little thing daniel needed to know before he agrees to it. “do we have to pay to get in?”

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dciisy​:

@soursgrape​.  ASHER & TATE.  ( 2 / 2 )  sc.

❝ i mean, i suppose that makes sense.. ❞

              tate rarely makes sense—that or people would rather pretend they haven’t been paying attention than listen to him ramble. “walks are good for you, like—the bed’s really comfortable and we actually have to get our asses out of the room, but... getting some natural vitamin d would make you feel better. i’m sure of it.”

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bessmrvin​:

@soursgrape​ liked for a starter!

“I’ve never seen another lawyer cry in a mock trial,” Bess admitted, rubbing her arm. Despite not being a law student herself (gosh, imagine that! Bess would be a real-life Elle Woods with half of her focus.), her best friend Nancy was following in her dad’s footsteps. Bess was invited by one of their mutual friends to be a “witness”. She didnt know the lawyer who broke down into tears but gosh she felt bad for them.

“You’re… really intense.” the perfectly pink woman commented, raising her brows in surprise. “Are most lawyers like that?” She knew Nancy wasn’t so… much in court.

              the mock trial had been adjourned once the defense lawyer burst into tears—it was irritating! just when ren had gotten into the groove of it, hurling objection after objection, the opposing team had asked for a quick break. so much for simulating a real court trial; no self-respecting lawyer (or person, really) would fluster themselves into crying. 

             “so i’ve been told,” ren says as he sorts through his well-worn binder, tabbed with post-its and filled with highlighted notes. he takes out the ones he knows he wouldn’t need anymore, arranges them in a neat pile. “fuck knows. but i reckon you’ll need at least a bit of passion in you to win your case, no? i personally wouldn’t want to pay for an underprepared, spineless lawyer. would you?”

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entityforged​:

( continued from @soursgrape )

“of course. you’re welcome to take whatever you want.” god, he sounds so desperate to please, but at least ant doesn’t seem to notice or mind. “yeah? they’re, uh—they’re your recipe, actually. try one when they’ve cooled, tell me if i did justice to your genius. no need to spare my feelings, i’ll survive.” but victor’s flushing anyway, eyes on the hot soapy water filling the sink, not the beautiful boy in his kitchen. he thought he was prepared to spill his guts tonight, but the mere idea of upsetting ant, risking their friendship, is making him feel sick.

              baking cookies wasn’t his specialty; the precise measurements and lack of flexibility when it came to experimenting with ingredients was something he couldn’t fully enjoy. so when ant whips around, the look of unadulterated shock on his face was almost comical: wide eyes, nostrils flared, jaw on the fucking floor—he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to people talking about his recipes to his face. especially victor, who made the best baked goods he has ever had in his life. they could have chosen something else, another recipe that was far more special than his bland, boring one, but they didn’t. “mine?!” he squeaks, too flabbergasted to notice the flush of red on the other’s cheeks. “vic, please. i’ve... i’ve had most—if not all—of your baked goods, and i love them. like, better than anything else i’ve done and could ever make. i’m sure it’ll be amazing.” 

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stiigmas​:

       “this might be true but i’m also being genuine when i say this, yunnie,” jason says with a small grin on his lips. “your cooking is good about ninety percent of the time - when you don’t burn it to a crisp or try to burn down your place.”

              “ah. cute. you’re like my cheerleader,” yunseo says with a big, sickening fond smile on his face, reaching out to pinch jason’s cheek. “also, ninety? no. a more accurate estimation would—it would probably be... about fifty-seven percent, maybe. but i’ll take the compliment.” and it makes him want to practice more, makes him want to dish out tastier meals for jason. “i’m totally taking suggestions for dinner, by the way. something easy.”

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amoreemioo​:

       “mhm, for real.” it was said, maybe a little teasingly, mostly considering the attempt at mimicking the others words — voice included. “it’s cute, you tried your best.” sure, they were a little on the darker side. some may even call it black. but it was an attempt all the same! it was thoughtful, and that was all he needed. right? “some things are good, uh, burnt.” was offered as he moved to get up, smile ever present even as he landed a peck to tate’s cheek. “didn’t you do the bubble trick?”

to tate’s joy, kimoon rewards him with a little kiss on the cheek—it wasn’t the proper kiss he’d promised him a second ago, but it’s still too early to start whining. “i did the bubble trick,” he says, “i waited until it had the right amount of bubbles.” when tate had flipped the pancake, though, an impressively black lump (he wouldn’t call it a pancake anymore) greeted him. “i probably set the stove too high. but! breakfast is on the way, courtesy of mister ronald mcdonald.”

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chhubs​:

his eyes narrowed in the slightest at how rushed the other’s were, but he caught each syllable.   ❝ to me, everyone looks sketchy. ❞   he responded.  he had his reasons….  being hunted and almost killed many times was a very good reason.

              “that—that makes sense, yes, but i’m really not here to steal from you or hurt you or whatever you think i’m doing!” ant moves back against the brick wall, trying to put a bit of distance between them—he hopes it's enough to convince the man that he wasn’t out for blood. “i’m lost. i was looking for the nearest bus stop and google maps—it, uh. it brought me here.”

[candyflcss]

“ This is exactly why you need to be by my side. All. The. Time. ” Slender fingers fiddled against Beau’s dainty waist, chin against his shoulder as he hugged him from the back. “ I need my human warmer. ”

even with beau wearing his favourite jumper—his nicest, warmest, comfiest jumper—he shudders at the contact. not in a fun and sexy way, but in a holy-shit-you're-as-cold-as-a-block-of-ice way. he squirms a bit, but he doesn't peel himself away. "okay, yeah. you're really cold. it feels like i'm being cuddled by a fucking igloo."

[blackseye-moved]

even with beau wearing his favourite jumper—his nicest, warmest, comfiest jumper—he shudders at the contact. not in a fun and sexy way, but in a holy-shit-you're-as-cold-as-a-block-of-ice way. he squirms a bit, but he doesn't peel himself away. "okay, yeah. you're really cold. it feels like i'm being cuddled by a fucking igloo."

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fairynuit​:

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍♥︎     ໑    ﹒   ׄ ೀ     ━━     𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟   𝑓𝑜𝑟     ·     @soursgrape​ ​​ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭​​​​​​​

          ❀⸼          ㅤೃ               ∿          “    i’m   catching   snowflakes   with   my   tongue    ,    what’s   it   look   like   i’m   doing    ?     ”

“you look like you should be ushered to the nearest asylum,” beau comments, “hey, if you wanna eat shaved ice i’ll be more than happy to make you one.”