isolated.

eternal.

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PSA !!!!!

im moving back to my old blog cause this one here’s glitching on me for some reason so !!!!! find me here now!!

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someone,,,, anyone know how to fix a music player..

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wow im back?

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all the texts !!!! from sera uwu

TEXT MEME. | Accepting. (x)

“✆” for a morning text.

( sms – bbb sera ) Are you up? Did you even sleep?( sms – bbb sera ) Do ghosts sleep at all? Must be boring as fuck to stay up all the time.

“✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.

( sms – bbb sera ) Where did those scars on your collarbones come from?

“☎” for a rushed text.

( sms –bbb sera ) 5m away.( sms – bbb sera ) Coffee and cake.

“⁇” for a drunk text.

( sms – bbb sera ) serrrraaa( sms – bbb sera ) iha ve a song foru y ou ( sms – bbb sera ) salga dola meccchckka oola bibiiidi bodbidi boo ( sms – bbb sera) put em togter and wha t have u got( sms – bbb sera) bbbiddiiidiei bobbiedie booooo

“✿” for a suggestive text.

( sms – bbb sera ) Skirts look good on you.( sms – bbb sera ) Probably because you’re skinny af and your waist is tiny.

“ø” for a late night text.

( sms – bbb sera ) What do you do at night?( sms – bbb sera ) Are you playing alone? That’s sad, Sera.( sms – bbb sera ) You sure you’re not like those old ladies who live alone with a hundred cats?

“✘” for a hateful text.

( sms – bbb sera ) Maybe you should eat makeup so you can try and be pretty on the inside, bitch.

“#” for a random text.

( sms – bbb sera ) I will now educate you.(sms – bbb sera ) Red pandas can have tails that grow up to 18 inches — despite being the size of a house cat. And it’s also impossible to be happier than a quokka, the world’s happiest animal.

“@” for a scared text.

( sms – bbb sera ) I know that my soul is doomed to hell, I know that.( sms – bbb sera ) But I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to face what waits for me there.

“&” for a loving text.

( sms – bbb sera ) Don’t jump off a bridge today just because you’re a ghost.( sms – bbb sera ) People will … see through you HAHAHAHAHA

“%” for a curious text.

( sms – bbb sera ) Can my hand go through you if I want to? Can you walk through me?( sms – bbb sera ) How does that work anyway?

“ツ” for an excited text.

(sms – bbb sera ) The company is investing funds on renewing my studio.(sms – bbb sera ) We’ll have more sophisticated instruments and tools. Fucking finally.

“$” for an accidental text.

( sms – bbb sera ) No, I’m not dating anyone.(sms – bbb sera ) You can tell the reporters to fuck right off.

Twenty minutes later:

(sms – bbb sera ) You’re also not my manager. Fuck. Pretend you never read that.

“♀” for a heartbreaking text.

( sms – bbb sera ) I feel empty yet so full of emotion. Like the smallest thing could push me over the edge. What do do you when there’s nothing but pain left inside you? And what if everything we were looking for existed only in our dreams? How do you explain something you don’t even understand yourself? It’s overwhelming and eats you up inside out.

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“you’re not stupid. this wasn’t your fault.”

[ x ]; accepting!

he was seated by the window. his lips pursed, one leg dangling over the edge, the other curled up into his chest. weary eyes gazing beyond, the sunset casting its glow over the city as the streets continued to bustle, going about their way through the afternoon and settling into the evening. it was definitely a sight to see, and that feeling of nostalgia hit so close to home for those who were able to witness what he was witnessing. it was a warm feeling. relaxing. and yet, blue was far from relaxed. the rays of the sun that shone through the window did nothing to heal his hurt– not even temporarily. it had been like that lately, and he was beginning to think that someday….. one day it would become permanent.

“you’re not stupid. this wasn’t your fault.”

he continued to keep his mouth shut.

maybe it wasn’t his fault. maybe he was overreacting and overthinking the situation. maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal. and yet, that still didn’t help the dreadful feeling that twisted and turned in his stomach. he was still apart of the problem, and as long as he was aware of that, he was going to continue to look down on himself. those maybes meant nothing to him.

“but….”

his attention finally averted towards his friend. and with his mouth parted slightly, he spoke softly, as if he was talking to himself, but still loud enough so the other could hear.

“can you be sure about that…?”

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[ x ]: @pullstrings

Jungah’s eyes had been fixed on the Han River for a good few minutes, her mind buzzing with worry over the envelope she had recently received. It hadn’t left her mind since she had gotten it, and while she had been doing her best to distract herself there just seemed to be no way to escape what she saw. It was a nasty reminder.

“Hey! Earth to you.”

Sera saved her from her own thoughts.

“Sorry.” Jungah cleared her throat, looking down at the little picnic in front of them. She should really focus on how nice the weather had been getting lately and enjoying small moments like these. “I just got lost in my thoughts.” Held captive in her memories. Something like that. Regardless, she had no excuse for not paying attention. Normally, this wasn’t an issue. She just wasn’t put together these days. “What were you saying?” She reached for her water, no longer feeling hungry at the sight of the spread they had before them. Unscrewing the cap, she listened to the air that hissed out from the bottle of sparkling water and took a sip, waiting for Sera’s answer.

her body shifted slightly to the weight of her head as she cocked it to the side, staring at the other gaze off into the distance in deep thought. sera was almost in awe at her lack of concentration, considering the fact that there wasn’t a moment where jungah was never not focused at all times— at least to her own knowledge. sera huffed, a small strand of hair flowing with the direction of the air, giving way to her vision. clearly something was on her mind…. something troubling. she could tell.

she sensed it.

it gave her a weird vibe. it made her uncomfortable, and had sera not snapped her out of it any sooner, she was afraid the anxiousness that bubbled at the pit of her stomach would finally burst.

“Sorry. “I just got lost in my thoughts.”

yeah. no kidding.

“What were you saying?”

grunting softly, she straightened her posture and crossed her arms, her eyebrow slightly raised at the other as she downed her bottle of sparkled water. sera pursed her lips and simply shook her head, signaling that it was nothing important, and instead, had become more focused on the fact that her friend had not once touched her food. the corners of her mouth fell to a small frown.

"..... are you not hungry?"

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who knew planning for college could be this stressful lmao. whew!

[cespires]

@filenctfound, i owe you this from your ireniq/covurt account. 

things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

The nights had once dragged on, and the moon was once jieun’s only companion. She spent many nights staring at the moon, gazing upon how it changes each night while enjoying the glass of liquor in her hand. She swore she wasn’t an alcoholic, but the nights had once been so unbearably long that sometimes, she had to find a way to push through. she had been so lonely, waiting for something to happen so that her hands were no longer colored crimson or the wet sensation she felt running down her cheeks were no longer there. 

Desperately, she swam to a place that wasn’t her home because it was the closest thing that could be her home and that was where she fell. 

Her eyes grew cold, too afraid to love and too afraid to share her pain with anyone else but herself. She slept upon the idea that perhaps this was what it was like to be like a god: to be so alone that you had to find something to entertain you or that loneliness would end up swallowing you whole. Perhaps it already did. 

“Will you sing a song?” She asks no one but the light breeze that swept her room from the open window. It made pieces of her hair weave in front of her face, but she did nothing to move them. Instead, she let boy in the room sit beside her with a heavy smile on his face. 

What are we going to do with you? He wants to ask, and she replies with a bitter smile of her own to match. 

There’s nothing more that can be done. 

The boy says nothing, taking the glass out of her hand and pouring the liquor out from her open window. She watches it as he pours what felt like her life line out into the street below but she knows there’s no life to take from her. She rests her head on the wall beside the window, letting one leg dangle freely but instead she watches as the boy weaves through her room. He picks up the dirty clothes and puts them into a corner he knows she doesn’t use and puts the books back on the shelves.

“It’s not going to do anything,” she whispers when she thinks he’s too far away to hear her. “Cleaning my home, taking my drink, nothing’s going to help. Everyone’s already left me. It’s just a matter of time before you do the same.”

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he sighed an inaudible sigh, eyes filled with amusement, and slight worry as he gazed upon the other. he watched as she sat there, immobile and most likely in thought, attempting to drown her sorrow away with whatever was in her glass. blue was beyond perplexed.

this felt ironic.

it felt weird being witness to a side that he had not been used to seeing before. a side that felt so raw and so vulnerable. even after the countless of times he’s caught her in this state, it never failed to surprise him. it never failed to keep him wondering. to keep him questioning:

just what could she possibly be stressing about?

he walked over and slowly sat beside her. blue was concerned for his friend. despite the small smile that was etched on his face, it didn’t seem to hide the sadness that lingered in his gaze, and that continued to linger as he took the glass from the other and poured all that liquor out the window. it continued to stay as he voluntarily began to tidy up her room for her, the mess becoming a little unbearable to look at.

“It’s not going to do anything,”

she spoke, thinking he couldn’t hear, but he pushed on regardless, listening to everything she had to say, retaining his silence in the process.

“Cleaning my home, taking my drink,“

he continued.

“Nothing’s going to help. Everyone’s already left me.”

and continued.

“It’s just a matter of time before you do the same.”

until he came to a full stop.

the young lad slowly straightened up himself, and with furrowed brows, turned his attention back to the female. it finally dawned on him– her actions for the past few nights and why she was acting this way. loneliness and abandonment was an often cause for despair, so he completely understood. he let it roll right of his shoulders, placing the last book on her shelf, and tossing the last piece of clothing into the corner of her room.

"oh yeah?

he replied softly, yet loud enough so she could hear. the sadness in his eyes quickly diminished, and was soon after replaced with curiosity. he was surprised that after all this time spent together, jieun had no clue how blue really was. he hummed slightly and turned to face the female, arms crossed, and that small, yet genuine, dimpled smiled plastered on his face.

"try me."

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          Han Siwon wanted to die. Yoon Taemin wanted to live.           The universe simply worked its magic.           Who would waste a much wanted second chance?

                                                                      001. 002. 003.

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♥~ BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. ~♥

please omg….. this is so sweet thank you!!!!

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"Not bad."

[ x ]; accepting!

her heart pounded against her chest as she continued to breathe heavily. beads of sweat clung to her forehead and the sides of her face, making her baby hairs curl. it had been a while since she had used this much force. it had been a long while since she had used this much power. it was exhausting. it was draining, but it was also, more likely than not, relieving. for the first time in a long time, sera was able to let go. she was able to drop her wall of protection and set herself free. she was able to unleash what ever anguish was living inside of her for so many years. it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and for a moment? she was grateful to her friend for giving her some kind of outlet— as weird as that sounded, considering the fact that they bickered more than usual.

sera took one last deep sigh, her heart rate finally coming to normal. weary eyes grazing over the landscape, taking in the piles and piles of debris and splintered wood that ran for miles on end. a sinking, but oddly satisfying feeling came over her as she took in the sight before her.

"not bad."

the female scoffed softly, the corners of her lips curling into a small smile. "thanks?" she started, briefly turning her attention towards the other, colored orbs gleaming with amusement at the strange turn of events.

"i guess..."

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Rainy Day Starters

“It’s never going to stop!”

“I think there’s a leak in the roof.”

“Rain drops keep fallin’ on my head.”

“And I’m singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain!”

“We should get the candles in case the lights go out.”

“It’s cold. Scoot over and cuddle with me.”

“Ugh!! My socks are soaked.”

“I left my umbrella at home and now it’s coming down a flood.”

“It’s thundering so loud.”

“I have a confession. I am afraid of storms.”

“Well, I was going to go, but then water soaked through my shoes and got my socks wet so fuck that.”

“I love the sound of rain on the roof.”

“I think I’m going to sleep this rainy day away.”

“I love the rain.”

“Why don’t you kiss me in the rain?”

“Watch out for the mud puddles.”

“Can I borrow your truck? My car is stuck in the mud.”

“Let’s sleep in today.”

“I’m thinking it’s a movie and cuddled on the couch in a blanket type of day.”

“If you don’t come back inside, you’re going to catch a cold”

“I wonder if it’s going to get cold enough to snow.”

“It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring…”

“Rain, rain go away. Come again another day.”

“Come dance with me in the rain.”

“Just our luck, it would rain on the actual parade.”

“Can I sleep with you? I’m afraid of storms.”

“You know you can count how far the storm is by the thunder.”

“Lightning never strikes in the same place twice.”

“The weather said there was a chance of a tornado.”

“I hate rain.”

“The roads are flooded. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

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your muses are always so amazing man i just love you pumpkin doodle

[ x ]; accepting!

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your muses are beautifully written and so nicely expressed . watching you on my dash is such a blessing and your writing always knocks the wind out of my lungs .you are such a senpai precious lil beb .

[ x ]; accepting!

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“give and take. that’s life.” (blue boy)

[ x ]; accepting!

slender fingers rubbed away at his eyelids as he yawned softly, sleepiness clinging to him like a warm blanket. it was definitely a slow day for the young lad. it was a day to just kick back and relax. to curl up under his sheets and let the slumber consume him– but he wasn’t going to do any of that. he wasn’t going to succumb to his weakness just yet. he felt that it would’ve been disrespectful towards the other, who had most likely than not cleared her schedule for the day just to stop by and check on him. just to see how he was holding up— if he was holding up at all, and blue appreciated that, considering the fact that it had been a long while since the two had seen each other. 

“give and take. that’s life.”

blue sighed some, running his fingers through the tangled, matted mess that he called his hair. his eyebrows furrowed together, and a small frown etched itself onto his tired facial features— the result of the topic of their conversation. now, he isn’t a naive person. he likes to think of himself as someone who is open minded and knows a lot more than he lets on, but judging by the way he took in all this information, it was clear he was young indeed. “yeah, but….” he started, the dissatisfied look still evident on his face.

he definitely had a long way to go.

“that’s not fair….”

[kittymints]

when you read that Good Fic

[warsk]

@ariadote, @adamonite, @torperes, @3012v, @jaenv, @vutriolic, @inhyelation, @insolercia, @703k, @luxinexitium, @seulpeun, @pullstrings, @consilian, @yeolkeot, @disthant, @jcaecus, @filenctfound, @tempuris

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i want the k !!

« ‘I want the K’ meme   //   closed  » updating files. @filenctfound receives a  chest Kissfrom ianthina (  12:Chest Kiss  )  before the incident .

                                         there’s warmth in the air around the two friends .   the fairy and his witch   ––––––––  a duo crafted  by the hands of earth herself  ;  IF the witch had to say so .   tranquility was all that hovered around the two creatures of earth .  a prince lost from home and a witch that had no roots planted on firm soil .   arms snaked around each other  ;  legs intertwined .  their friendship was one that held all  types of respect and comfort  . 

ian was a supporting stone for the prince and the prince was a body she can find solitude in .    

so it was no oddity in his presence in her home .  both bodies finding rest on her queen sized mattress with their eyes glued to the t.v .   no magic surrounded this meeting  ;   a break from the normality of their lives was needed and this  ( rare ) occasion was created .   a place they both shed their true roots for that of a mundane moment .   nothing sounded so perfect and relaxing as in watching a movie with a dear friend .  

laughs muffle from both parties  ;  her head buries against blue’s chest  ,  shoulders shaking with amusement at the scene before them ––––––––  step brothers never got old .   at least not with the witch and it seems like the younger was much amused with the american movie playing before them .    moments like these with the people she loved was what the witch thrived for .  a fuel for her existence .   shifting ;  her limbs wrapped tighter around the fairy prince she grew to adopted as a family member .    her face nuzzled against his chest  inhaling the calming scent that stuck to him .  daisies and morning mist ; earth’s scent . 

magic oozed from the lad .  magic that had her’s relaxing with tranquility .   ❛  i’m glad you came over today ,  blue . ❜   her words are muffled  .  low in tone not wanting to drown out the scene noises playing behind her .  her nose nuzzling against the fabric of his shirt before she takes a moment to play a small kiss on his chest ;  an action that brings a soft laugh to vibrate within his chest  .  one of gratitude for his presence .   a small peck of affection that dripped from her unspoken words of happiness .   he had saved her today . 

a youth that came out of the blue ( no pun attended ) and promise of a night filled of them bonding after a much needed one .  he had ( unknowingly ) whisked her away from another night that would have been made of torment .    pushing the thoughts back to her mind ,  the witch happily shifts once more , a familiar tune of the movie credits playing in her ears as she sits up .  a ending to one and a beginning to another . 

 ❛ man of nowhere next ? or what do you want to watch , saeng ? ❜