▬ cogito ergo sum ▬

Hey Mr. Sandman wont you bring me a dream? Is something you never want to say, for if you do he’ll come in the night and steal all that you are.

[boogymvn]

HIATUS.

[latenightcornerstore]

What a thing, to be both starving and empty. To ache for love— to take the scraps from its table, and yet, run sickly from the feast. You can’t fathom why I’d gobble your kisses but duck your attention, please. Understand— Some of us have gone so long hungry, the idea of being full feels worse than the affliction.

LOVE DISORDERS AND OTHER OLD HEARTACHES, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[underworldwrites-deactivated201]

soul mate plots (aka things that will always have a place in my heart)

[boogymvn]

everybody is born with a map “tattooed” on their forearm that’s centered on the exact location of where they’ll first meet their soul mate // alternately, the map acts as a gps and shows the location of your soul mate at all times

everybody has a clock on their wrist that countdowns to when they’ll meet their soul mate // it’s either there when they’re born, or shows up at puberty, or is planted when they get to a certain age

the first words you ever hear from your soul mate are “tattooed” somewhere on your body // a person is unamused af because the words that their soul mate are first going to say to them is their name

your soul mate’s bruises/cuts/injuries show up on your body (though in a different color than actual injuries you have so that you can distinguish between the two) // the soul mate of somebody who self-harms is constantly worried for their soul mate, since new marks appear every so often

your soul mate’s name is “tattooed” on your body // the ones with unique names are relieved as it narrows it down quite a bit; the ones with common names like “Emily” or “Will” on them are completely unamused since it’ll be impossible to figure out which one is their mate

life is basically a musical; when your soul mate begins to sing a duet, you join in without knowing why (or what the other half of the duet you’re singing sounds like) // two musical theatre nerds are in a production together, and even though one of them’s not playing the lead, they find themselves compulsively singing along to the big romantic duet. every. time.

in your eyes inspired plot where you can see and hear exactly what your soul mate can, effectively being able communicate with them if you talk aloud // one muse is deaf, so the mates constantly finds reflective surfaces to look at so that they can sign to one another

the world is in black and white until you meet your soul mate, when it turns into color // all of the people won’t even realize they’re color blind until they meet the soul mate dear lord

everything stopping when your soul mate dies // everything starting up again when the world finds a new soul mate for you (bc multiple soul mates is a thing that needs to be embraced)

[dailyau]

ONE NIGHT STAND BEFORE THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR NEW JOB AND OOPS THAT WAS YOUR NEW BOSS YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH AU

[caoluxai-blog]

Unusual Wednesday Breakfast

[caoluxai-blog]

The message that she received from her phone was, then, used as a ticket for her to escape the spot where she stood. Indeed, it was an opportunity that she needed — something that would spare her the awkwardness of greeting him firsthand right in front of his door. Without wasting time, he ran back to her apartment, hid behind her door until he’s gone, and sighed heavily — how pathetic was she to the eyes of a nonexistent audience right now? Extremely pathetic, probably.

Her hiding stretched for more than just two minutes. She ended up pacing all over the room, breathing out her nervousness through her mouth whilst she chanted “calm down” in her mind. 

Fortunately, that didn’t take an hour for her to finally compose herself.

As quickly as she could, she reached the cafe, looking around for that familiar face, and grinned once she spotted him sitting on the usual place they’d usually occupy.

“Hey,” she greeted, lips forming a smile that she hoped covered her hesitance. “I’m sorry. Did you wait for long?”

Oh, but it was hard to act so casual towards him. Especially when she’s wearing an attire that was not usual for this kind of event. Usually, she’d be wearing a simple white blouse and pencil skirt, but that day, she’s clad in red , skinny jeans, and white top under red suit — she’s obviously trying to cover something from him. Yet, she failed to realize that red was nothing but an attention-grabber and knowing Samuel—

He’ll probably catch on.

[boogymvn]

Dark brown eyes roamed at the presence before him. Indeed it wasn't her usual get up. On normal days, he would catch her fashioned nothing but formal attire. And downed with colors barely matched her eyes. Albeit today, for some reason, she prepared a lot. Was it for him? Of course not.

The demigod beamed a smile only for her as he invited her to be comfortable in front of him. Albeit he knew for a certain that it would be hassle for her to keep her calm. After all the last night dream is as fresh as now.

"Hey. No, not at all." It wasn't too long, nor too short, and he didn't mind. "I ordered for the two of us, did I mentioned that already?" A smile poking bright on his face; which is unusual from his default. His enthusiasm onto witnessing her reaction  fueling his every flinch. "I assumed Xian is still asleep. Do we have all day, or are you in demand to go back, or work soon?" Not when he looks forward, a lot.

[boogymvn]

just fridays.

[dihvinity-blog]

Being a model can have its perks, or at least that’s something Feirah believed. There was always a way to get a photoshoot, due to the circle models lived in. They had connections, and always had some sort of project available. Not only that, but the circle always grew. Of course, some models were assigned to certain companies, but many were like Feirah herself, freelance. She’d gotten offers before, but she’d simply refused them, because she wasn’t necessarily one to be tied down to only one group. This particular Friday, she’d been invited to a meeting at a nearby cafe to discuss the theme and setting of one of her group’s newest project. Another model whom she’d never met before was to attend the meeting, wait, scratch that. He wasn’t necessarily a model, from what she’d heard from her friends. He only did it every once in a while, and she could understand that. Sometimes, she wished she could focus on her sketches, but she knew it could be hard to make a living out of that. She sat in the table, sipping her iced coffee while she watched the customers mingle and walk around, glancing every so often towards the entrance. She was about to go order herself a small treat to go along with her coffee before she heard the murmur of her group go louder, all their attention to the man who had just walked in. She turned to look at him and gave him a smile, observing how he was hugged and such. He must be really well known by them. Feirah felt a little embarrassed since she wad the only one who didn’t know him, but she quickly got over it. She had to give a good first impression.

[boogymvn]

Those people occupying the small cafe are the only reason he dived himself into modeling. Samuel isn't interested in joining that profession to begin with but because of his friend's encouragement, and constant begging, he became involve as well. They often compliment him; rather his physic. He is tall, and his facial structure matched well to be a model. They always tell him to utilize his looks for it is a gift given by God. Albeit internally, Samuel could only muttered otherwise.

He isn't particularly a fan of himself. When most people think of him as good looking, the demigod could see a dark reflection in the mirror. He couldn't see the charm they are talking about. All he could see are horror, and the hidden monsters of his soul. Perhaps because he knew himself better. The saying is always true; do not judge the book by it's cover.

Finally, he found peace from his friends as he marched to order a drink. Walking back, he met the female again whom he have yet to know the name. Before she could disappear again, Samuel decided to approach her, after all she would be his model partner that day.

"Hello. My name is Samuel" He said ever so casually but polite. "And I assumed you're the model I'll be working with today?"

[krystrvn-archive]

Bored. That’s all she had on her mind besides the fact that she had finals to study for. She hated it. Hated studying for something she studied a few days ago in a different country, but English was pretty easy for her since she just came from the country and reading the pages and speaking wasn’t that hard for her. Herr thoughts were pushed out of the way once her seatmate nudged her to focus, her attention on the substitute for English. He looked familiar as he spoke and that’s when it hit her. Samuel Jung was her substitute for her English class. She knew what he said after he paused momentarily was towards her. Making sure no one was looking, she gave a small salute and grinned at him, mouthing the words, “Hi.” in English. Maybe English class wasn’t going to be so boring at all. 

[boogymvn]

The demigod curved a wider smile on his face; planting it there for them to believe that he is an approachable, cool teacher that will send no terror to them. In the end of the week, they will realize otherwise. A tiny chuckle ever so faintly run from his lips as he found her waving at him and greeting him secretly. It's nice to see a familiar place in the crowd of students whilst sent him into a calmer state. Although for a second, he wondered why she's there. A person who pretty much grew up in an English speaking county, stuck ㅡ sitting in an English class. It must be a bummer to her. "Anway, I have few rules to spill out before we start out new lesson" He began, turning to face the board to jolt in the rules he have in mind. "Because it's English class, I expect everyone to speak English. Anyone who spur Korean shall drop down a dollar, understood? The key in mastering an language is to use it frequently." He returned into facing the crowed now obviously worried from his rule. "What's with the long face? You all will do just fine, right Miss Kim?"

[jjxnah-blog]

His reaction and words, had her slightly worried and she couldn’t help a frown to rest on her forehead. After letting a moment of silence to pass, Jinah decided to ask. “Bitter in your chest… Is something wrong?”. The tone of her voice was calm, her eyes fixed on him.

[boogymvn]

As always, Samuel refused to talk about his feelings. He nonchanatly, and shamelessly shrugged his shoulders as a respond. "Nothing. How did you find this place though? It's pretty nice and very hard to locate"

[dihvinity-blog]

Thankfully, he dismissed it. Usually, she was on edge when deadlines were coming up, especially since the next day, she had to finalize her designs for the winter collection. That was never easy.  ❝ Yes, I was waiting for the taxi. I was on my way to a tea shop downtown, actually. What about yourself? ❞ The woman asked, tucking a loose strand of her brunette locks behind her ear. 

[boogymvn]

The spot is not the most famous place for waiting taxi cabs and such. This isn't his usual spot to hunt down public vehicles as well, whilst the demigod is a little surprise that he found her there. "I am on my way to feed myself" He answered honestly, beaming a smile. "Taxi here are very rare. Do you want to share a cab in case one pass by?" He checked his watch real quick. "If there's none arrived in 20 minutes, I might just walk to the bus stop"

[boogymvn]

usvgii

∘∘∘ Jealous wasn’t a word that Usagi enjoyed describing herself with. But she was never one to deny that it happened either. Turning her head to look towards the older male, her arms crossed themselves and she knew that her expression probably said everything that needed to be said; but that didn’t stop her from speaking after a moment. ❝ Jealous is such an ugly word… Can’t we use something else for this moment? ❞

Jealously is not ugly. For the demigod, it is a form of emotion, so pure and innocent ㅡ strong and noble to release the true feelings of a person. Without jealousy, it will be hard to figure out the intensity of love or hate bestow for another. Samuel do not agree to her words; and her denial convince him more that his assumptions are true. "Your choice of words shows me you are indeed, jealous" He muttered with no intention to fuel up the fire, rather just to tease her. The older man patted her shoulders, releasing a chuckle. "There's nothing to be jealous about. It's just work. And I did fulfill my promise of meeting you. I wasn't late at all."

[hmyx-blog]

✦

drabbles

✦ my muse was attacked but yours saved them– how’ll my muse ever thank them?

Keep reading

[boogymvn]

runaway.

fri0lero

  While they were walking down the street on her rarely free evenings Minhee was unfortunate enough to notice the members of the gang that never took a chance to make fun of her in the most humiliating ways or simply add more fear into her heart just for their own entertainment. Seeing the males a breathe got caught in her throat and she froze grabbing Sam’s hand to quickly turn around and storm away into the small alley between the buildings that they have passed.

     With her back pressed to the wall and heart beating faster than usually Minhee was praying for them not to notice her and pass by without causing any ruckus since she didn’t want to get embarrassed in front of her friend and she simply didn’t want to have any extra contact with the mentioned individuals. The model was probably startled with her sudden change of their direction and her bizarre actions so the question was expected.

     “Nothing, lets just stay here for a bit……, please.” The younger woman was embarrassed to raise her eyes to the other and didn’t want to explain what was going on or who were those people and why was she afraid that much. Minhee didn’t want to scare away the few friends that she had with telling them about her unpleasant connection with the gang.

A calm walk to a coffee shop, supposed to be.Albeit the tranquil quietness lingering between the two tall figure was tarnished by the color of anxiety painted on the female's face. Conscious that there's something off in the episode; rather the demigod could sense the darkness oozing, and surrounding them. Whilst, the grasped of the woman he's marching with, and the strong pull into hiding did not surprise him.  He had anticipated it. Samuel zipped his mouth in quiet, his eyes pinned at the presence before him, reading her expression.There's more to her story that he do not know, and his intuition suggested this is one of it. Fear, the struggle of emotions. Hiding.  It is no easy business, not the norm.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?"  Though his voice rang no pain of anger,  it was drenched by seriousness, and a flick of worry.  His brows arched and frowned as he gaze deeper onto her.  "Are you in some kind of trouble and you want to pretend we are all right. Come on. Just tell me whats wrong. So I can help you" or not.

[beerwiththeboyss]

A friend isn’t your friend until they defend you in your absence.

(via constellationofhope)

[boogymvn]

“I have the right to know what’s going on!”

“There’s no need to shout, lady" 

His voice echoed calm whilst planting a few pat on the woman’s shoulder. The whole scene exclaimed panic, and trigger fear so he could not blame her from such reaction. Whilst, the initial thing he did was to calm her down before he spills what happened. Samuel beamed a faint smile, taking the woman from the alarming scene to be seated by the nearby corner. 

"It’s nothing serious. A cat just passed by and the cars collided. There’s no damage done. Don’t worry about it. And I’m sorry this happened in front of your house”

[theprincessbard]

Type your name into the new tumblr gif function and post the gif you get.

[boogymvn]

[boogymvn]

“Take me to the beach!”

Releasing his hands wrapped on each side of his waist, bestowing liberty to dangle to his side. He gaze at her as if she had offended him albeit not. Actually, he’s thinking about it. It’s summer; a perfect season to go to the beach. However, there are cons attached to it as well. Samuel could predict that there will be a lot of people by the sea whilst the crease of his nose. “Are you sure? It’s pretty crowded there. I am certain about it” And to be honest, he isn’t fond of crowded place; not when he is not in the best mood. He’s afraid he’ll just end up being antagonized by the day. “Maybe next time.”

[boogymvn]

+ like for starters.