[blvseblvh-blog]

RUSHES IN AT FULL FORCE. SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS. GUMDROP!

“ANGEL FACE!”

[blvseblvh-blog]

Hello, I am the short person you need.

“I need my short person to be down to sit on my shoulders and be a mega-giant person with me. Are you sure you’re down for that?”

[choiminy-archived-deactivated20]

   You will kill me too in that process. This means you don’t have a heart.

[blvseblvh-blog]

That’s true; you ripped it out of me when you broke your promise.

[lifeinthehive-blog]

                                  ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ  |  ʟɪᴋᴇ  |  ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ

[blvseblvh-blog]

(to brandon from ailee) you are really freaking hot... oops not on anon. Oh well.

Confess something you’ve thought about me on anon, and all I can do is post it

[drabbles-and-ideas]

Confess something you've thought about me on anon, and all I can do is post it

[lifeinthehive-blog]

                                  ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ  |  ʟɪᴋᴇ  |  ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ

[bey]

Every tall person needs...a short one.

[mochiwon]

Q: What is your ideal type of girl ?

[choiminy-archived-deactivated20]

   All the stress and worries disappeared from her body when the hallway’s slim light was giving light to the apartment and she was finally able to see something. Still careful with her steps, she stepped into the hallway, her dark orbs wandering around to see if there was someone besides them. Knowing her neighbors, there were at least two people who would stay up late and in a drunken state, they would make noises in the hallway, but Mina didn’t worry about them. They would be too drunk to remember what they saw. At least that’s what she hoped if they were going to see them.

Her dark orbs turned towards him when he saw his figure with the corner of her eye. Did she feel a little bit proud of herself? Yes. She was able to sneak out of her house without hurting herself and not making any noises. It was a good reason to be proud of herself. Not saying a word, the brunette turned around to close the door which would once again need her entire focus. Closing the door was a different thing than opening it. She needed to make sure the lock of the door wouldn’t make any noise. Her free hand pressing the handle down again, she leaned towards the door with her whole body, stopping her movements when there was a little gap between the door and the door frame. Taking one last look inside the house and confirming her parents were sleeping peacefully, Mina closed the door, not the usual “click” sound coming from it when her hand was holding the handle down. After finishing her mission, she let out a relieved sigh, still leaning against the door. She needed to rest. The anxious feeling she has felt the entire night was tiring her out.

Once again she was almost stumbling to her own feet when she was all of a sudden pulled away from the door. The moment he mentioned the alcohol she had in her hand, she took a quick glance of the bottle and let out a quiet hum pass her lips ❞What happens when I finish this bottle?❞ She asked out of curious. Oh no. She wouldn’t be able to finish the liquor. Her eyebrows furrowed, she stared at the back of his head. ❞We’re breaking more than my parents rules❞, the female pointed out, looking over her shoulder. It has started to become a habit of hers. Making sure no one was following them. ❞How did you think we’re going to get to the zoo? I’m not gonna drive if you had that on your mind.❞

[blvseblvh-blog]

      Crisp and cool air blew across his face once they stepped outside. He couldn’t feel it, however, due to the alcohol pumping throughout his limbs. With his cheeks already having gone numb -- thank you, tequila -- Alex ran his tongue through his parched lips, already craving more of the alcohol he carried within his backpack. Strange, considering he had vocalized having a deep dislike of the taste back in Mina’s bedroom. Then again, more often than not, everything tasted better when under the influence. He turned to face her, glancing back and forth between the bottle in her hand and the building that housed the jail had just broken her out of.        He turned his attention to her question and smiled, moving his head from side to side with an expression feigning surprise at his own words. “You get hella drunk when you finish the bottle. That’s what happens.” Knowing he wouldn’t let her finish said bottle on her own, for fear of her throwing up or worse, he snickered upon seeing her check that they were still in the clear. “Mina, chill. If you’re afraid of people following us outta your place, what are you gonna do when we ‘visit’ the zoo?” He lightly tapped the bottle of rum in her hands with his index. “Maybe you should drink a lil more to relax.” Ah, what a good influence he was being. Full of good intentions, somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered how well she functioned intoxicated, and if it would help or hinder them on their little expedition.       “Well no shit you ain’t gonna drive.” Alex sent an incredulous look her way, almost seeming offended she thought he would have suggested such a thing. “We’re gonna take a taxi to Seoul Land just outside of the zoo, then walk.” Beginning to explain his plan, he flagged down a taxi, watching it slow to a halt in front of the, “That way if the driver doesn’t believe what I tell them, they’ll tell the cops two drunk people are at the amusement park instead of the zoo.” He looked proud of himself, obviously very sure of the plan. Whether or not it was the alcohol giving him that boost of confidence, or he simply was that crazy to think it would work, was unclear. Opening the backseat door for Mina, he smiled, running through the small speech he had in mind for the driver of the car.

[hanarichinspiration-blog]

quirks my muse habitually has.

[daeyeoshin]

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

[kjinwn-blog]

Jinhwan fell silent again, eyes drifting from Alex to the interior of the room they were currently in. He hadn’t voiced these thoughts before, preferring to stay silent unless he needed to speak up. It didn’t make him feel uncomfortable despite the topic not being the lightest they could be dwelling on. They just seemed to be diving into something deeper, and he couldn’t quite place his finger on exactly what was lingering there. Jinhwan didn’t want to pry of course, knowing there was more to Alex’s questions then pure curiosity. Jinhwan didn’t mind expressing his views, but it was almost weird to hear himself talk so much. He didn’t have to worry about the right things to say when he was around his members - allowing them to do most of the talking while he lingered in the background as much as possible. The only difference was he couldn’t exactly have certain conversations with his friends, let alone the public - so it was almost a break from the motions he was used to.

Alex’s next question brought back his focus, eyes moving back towards the figure before meeting his gaze. ❝ It depends what their motives were to begin with. ❞ His voice was softer now, fingers moving to brush dark hair away from his eyes. He wanted to word his answer in a way for the other to understand - though it seemed a bit difficult to do so. ❝People can go into something with good motive, but come out with motives they shouldn’t have. Those people, along with those that have bad motives to begin with should pay for the things they’ve done. Negative impacts on people, life lost, all that. But it comes down to people who’s motives were good to begin with and after. Those who had to do things, had reasons to do them. But didn’t lose their way. They may regret the things they had to do, choices they had to make and those they hurt along the way. But it doesn’t mean people should be punished for things they had to do. They may have made mistakes, but I believe if they have a conscious.. if they can regret and feel remorse for those things they aren’t bad people. They’re human. ❞

[blvseblvh-blog]

      Alex sucked in his lips, releasing them with a loud ‘pop’. “Cool.” It was all he could manage to say at first, his mind still reeling with the personal opinion given by Jinhwan, as well as his own thoughts on the topic. There seemed to be a decent amount of overlap, whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not. The idea of punishing others for their moral slip ups sounded fair enough to him. Hell, he had been an advocate of the method as long as he could remember...when it came to everyone but himself. That wasn’t to say he was a hypocrite in general. It was simply this specific aspect of his life, the one possible mistake, that he was concerned with. Whether or not he thought he was a bad person, or should be punished for his past transgressions, he still had yet to decide. However, the conversation had reached a point where he couldn’t delve any deeper without getting himself into some sort of trouble.       Having gotten his fill of the discussion, he was quick to change the subject, clasping his hands together and rising to his feet. “Aight, now that we got that deep shit outta the way, let’s go do things we’ll regret later, ‘cause we’re human.” He snickered at his own small joke, the meaning behind it being genuine despite the sarcastic tone. “What’re things famous kids do here?” He thought back to the various celebrities in the States who would often be caught doing things that here in Korea would be considered deviant behavior. 

[alwayscomfortable-deactivated20]

how can you not like black girls

[choiminy-archived-deactivated20]

   Three… Four… Five… Still keeping her cheeks puffed out, she stared at the male with raised eyebrows when he stood up. And before being able to count to ten, the air was forced out of her cheeks. With furrowed eyebrows she stared at him, her hands finally moving over to his head to move them away from her cheeks. ❞A chipmunk? Really?❞ She asked, a chuckle passing through her lips. Not the first time Mina has heard someone call her chipmunk and wouldn’t be the last time either. She hummed, a thoughtful expression on her features when she was thinking of the amount of marshmallows fitting in her mouth. ❞I think eight. Or seven. More than five, for sure.❞

[blvseblvh-blog]

      His hands fell to his sides, slipping into the front pockets of his jeans. “Yeah, really,” he repeated, words sounding a bit nonchalant, as if the state of her cheeks were common knowledge. And, honestly, it most likely was. He didn’t doubt he wasn’t the only one who would have told her something similar, if not the same thing. “Seven?” Alex scoffed, leaning back slightly for mild theatrics as he did so. “Last time I checked, seven was my record. I’ma say nine is the minimum amount you can shove in there. Three in each cheek, and another three just squashed in the middle.”

[rniracho]

Slurred words

( *her expression was straight, as if concentrating immensely with what she was currently doing… ..slowly inching the tip of her finger closer, and closer to the man’s jaw until finally connecting and–; AH! TSSS SO SHARP! ( *she laughed loudly and fell onto the sofa before gasping and sitting herself up, hair a mess and eyes wide; your eyebrows are so perfect i’m kinda’ hic jealous, what do you use?! … ..uwaahhh and burp you have got huuuuuge lips! gosh golly darn you’re so good look hic ing ~

[librcs-deactivated20180305]

During the long session of wild dancing with the two strangers, the latter seemed to finally warm up and Adore and Alex had been lucky to have not scared them away. Though after a while it was time to say goodbye for now as the singer was called over by her fiend, clearly aware of how drunk he was.  “Whatever, baby, you ain’t gonna beat me anyway” She was only slightly drunk, having not taken along much of her divine alcohol and so there was not much those earthly beverages would do to her. Instead she provoked him a little bit, a big cheeky grin spread on her luscious lips as she approached. An arm wrapped around his shoulder and she squeezed him in a friendly hug to the side. “Two tequila shots!” She shouted over the counter so the bartender might hear her. Once that order was done she took a seat to rest. “You’re a really crazy bitch. I love it.”

[blvseblvh-blog]

      Alex snorted at the comment, finding himself leaning heavily into the counter of the bar when Adore made her way over to him. He had no idea how she was functioning so much better than he had been. Not that he minded. It wasn’t often someone drank him under the table. At least now if anything unfortunate were to happen, he wouldn’t be the one responsible for “acting right” and taking care of it. Naturally, the drunker he became, the less he worried about possible responsibilities throughout the night.       “Tequila?!” he groaned obnoxiously, snickering soon after his short display of theatrics had ended. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were tryn’a get me shitfaced, Adore.” But wasn’t that always the goal of a young twenty-something when going out these days? Of course it was.       His eyes lit up when the shots arrived, sliding over the bar’s counter and towards their waiting hands. He turned his head and looked over at his friend with a wide, drunken smile. “I learned from the best,” he began, features suddenly relaxing into a curious expression. “Speakin’ of learnin’,” Alex paused, laughing for a moment as he realized his soft Southern drawl was making itself more apparent. “You should put mah ass in drag one’a these days.” Lifting the shot glass to his lips, he stupidly waggled his brows as if to emphasize how great of an idea it was before tilting his head back and downing the golden liquid.

[ikonis]