妄想. @delxsionist - Tumblr Blog

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, ”More Than Just A House” (via hplyrikz)

You have a flawless face. Anyways, Hi - I'm Ellin.

{ ` stares for a moment before pointing a finger towards his chest and looking around, as though searching for who you may be speaking to } Me? { ` his cheeks turn red and he immediately bows } Right, yeah, I know. It’s great to meet you. I’m Christien.

#exxin #pr

larmoyante

And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via hngsena)

spiritscalling

Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

chris rolls on you

Oh—Oh, hello Zace. { ` chuckles and ruffles up your hair. } Nice to see you again!

#unwvnged #pr

dawnlus

@lutien (2 seconds ago) i'm pretty sure i'm going to need a food buddy whenever i go out to eat... ㅋㅋㅋ any takers?

@lutien (just now) i think my brain shut down when i was trying to order tteokbokki and i somehow confused it with bulgogi... honest mistake right? ^^;;

#tweet:#post:

tigcrlady

au where two people are connected and if one gets hurt or touched the other feels it, though. ( inspired by x tbh. )

#join:#{ y e s }

nvklai-deactivated20160927

He watched the stranger move all over the place for the napkins he had asked for. Nikolai took the napkins that were handed to him and shrugged. “We’ll see. I can just get another jacket if it’s hopeless to try and clean.” Nikolai told the gentleman before him. He then remembered that this stranger had lost his cup of coffee by getting it spilled all over himself. “Hey, I’ll pay for your new cup of coffee or whatever you had. Since it was basically my fault I didn’t have my skateboard in my hands better.”

Before the man could speak Nikolai had already grabbed his arm and brought him in line next to him. He shoved his own skateboard inside his backpack and began to wipe off the mess that was spilled on his jacket. It was a useless thing to do Nikolai thought since he would have to go to the dry cleaners and see if they could get this stains out and if they couldn’t he would just throw the jacket out and buy a new one. No biggie, except that meant he will have to go around looking like this until he got to one and Nikolai was of someone who took his looks seriously.

He tossed his bag over his shoulder and looked down at the male. “I’m Nikolai and you are?” He had asked. He thought since he was buying this guy some coffee he should at least know his name.

delxsionist

To say that Christien felt bad was an understatement, and it wasn't long before he found himself chewing on his fingernails, a nervous habit, as the boy with the skateboard attempted to clean his jacket. Eyes widening, he shook his head at the offer, "Oh, you don't have to—" His attempt to deny said suggestion was futile, considering he had already been pulled into the line for a replacement coffee. Cheeks turning a shade of pink, he muttered a thank you under his breath. "I hope it comes out," he added.

"I'm Christien," he introduced himself, managing an awkward smile upon pink lips. He wanted to say that normally he wasn't as clumsy, but that would be a lie. "Do you come here often?" He pressed his lips together immediately. He was pretty sure that was some form of pickup line, and not at all what he had intended. "I mean, are you from around here?" He nodded his head, finally sure that he had chosen the right set of words. "Nikolai is a name you don't hear all that often." Neither was Christien's but that wasn't the first thing on his mind.

#plznxn #r

dawnlus

luhan biting his plane ticket

dandelion and poinsettia.

Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?

"Do cookies count as a dish?" It’s the first thing that comes to mind, honestly. "Every time the holidays came around, my favorite part was how everyone seemed to be in the spirit of making sweets and candies. My mom made tons of things, but I think my ultimate favorite was when she and I would make cookies and decorate them." He laughs and reaches up to mess up his hair. "Is that weird?"

Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

"Important?" he purses his lips because, to be completely frank, he doesn’t. "Well… I think that there are many people out there that are important… Powerful people, well-liked people, honest people… Even some people that you don’t think have a huge impact on the world are actually very important." He pauses thoughtfully before producing a small smile. "I just don’t think I’m one of them."

#lucxdsky #a

“I wish I could fly, I’d fly far away from here.” - from Jongin

”Where would you go?” is the first thing that Christien asks. He hasn’t really thought of that before, and he isn’t even sure whether he knows the answer to the question. He pauses, taking advantage of the brief silence that the other delivers, then claps his hands together.

”France!” he says. He recalls having made a video on the different places that he wanted to travel to, and said country was at the top of his list. “Of course, I don’t know a lick of French,” he admits with a laugh, fingers awkwardly combing through his hair. His gaze lifts to the sky and he stares at the clouds for a moment before his smile turns sad. “And it would be incredibly lonely. I don’t think I would go back to New York… or even Beijing… And…” He realizes that he has absolutely no idea where he would go, therefore he voices it, “Actually… Maybe I’d just keep flying… And whenever I got tired, maybe that’s where I’m supposed to be.” He pauses, the weight of his words making him uneasy. “Anyway, back to you.” The smile returns to his face and he slaps the man on the shoulder playfully.

”Oh, wait— Jongin, do you think birds realize that they poop on people?”

#fadextoxblack #r

iconicbin-blog

How he had ended up in a bar was still up to debate but the air outside was so chilly that the male simply entered the first place that he saw, just so he could warm himself up a bit. But even then he touched no glass of alcohol since he didn’t like the taste in general; besides, there was no one to pick him up so he could hardly afford to get dead drunk.

What was even more inexplicable, however, was him just starting to talk to a random stranger out of the blue. Not that Hanbin particularly minded talking to him, though, as he was by now used to talking to countless strangers every now and then. Sometimes they approached him, sometimes he just started talking to them out of nowhere. It was a part of his personality, though hidden, sometimes even thoroughly buried beneath many other layers.

As he kept on watching the other, the ghost of a smile could be seen on Hanbin’s face for he was accustomed to being nervous; more than once had he been in the same position so he merely cocked his head to the side and offered the other a handkerchief - the one his mother had given him as a little boy.

’ You’d be surprised at the amount of people who’d disagree with you. I mean, everyone must have something special about them and it’s great if others recognize that but it’s all the more upsetting when others can’t shine properly. ‘

delxsionist

He hadn't actually expected yet another response; maybe just a nod of the head and with the stranger taking his leave shortly after. He had turned back to his drink; the questioning repeating over and over inside of his head—quite akin to a record that was damaged and refused to stop repeating the same line. He wasn't sure why he thought that the inquiry was so interesting—maybe it was because even he wasn't sure what his story was.

His pinky finger had, at some point, made its way into his beverage, and was stirring the slowly disappearing cubes of ice around in the chilled liquid. He was promptly knocked out of his daze when the stranger spoke again, shocked when the words spilled out of his mouth in a form that was almost poetic. "You really think so?" Christien asked, tilting his head out of genuine curiosity. "You know," he added quietly; a smile threatening to form upon his lips, "that sounds like something out of a book. I didn't think people actually spoke that way in real life." It was not meant to be offensive, but Christien's amusement was authentic, and he was pleased to see that someone had been able to lift his originally tepid spirits.

"I'm Christien," he stated, nodding his head briefly and extending his hand. Anyone who was able to muster a response like that certainly needed an introduction.

#hanbinyg #r #{ sorry for the late reply ';; }

happyxld-deactivated20141202

"Wait, why’re you thinking of Disney right now? D’you want to find the Disney store or something?" She frowns, blinking rapidly, as she realizes she’s way off the mark. "Are you okay, friend? Have I pushed too far?"

She opens her mouth to speak, but he beats her to it, and she purses her lips worriedly. “We could just try one store, maybe? But if you don’t want to do it, let’s find some cafe or something that has few customers and I’ll pull out my laptop and we can shop online to your heart’s content.”

delxsionist

"You asked if I trusted you and I automatically thought—" His words cut off, and he can feel heat flaring up in his cheeks. He can only imagine how childish he must look at this very moment. Clearing his throat, he returns his attention to the mall. Part of him wants to go in—if anything, for Happy. He's had many-a-friend ask him to go to the mall with him, and he's always come up with some kind of excuse. And he certainly doesn't want her to feel bad. Yet even with these things on his mind, one look at the automatic doors—hardly able to fully close without another heard of people rushing in—and his brief spout of confidence fades.

His shoulders sag, and he tries to avoid eye contact. "Maybe... A smaller store. That's... That's not in there? Like one of those mini-plazas." He hopes that this will suffice, although he still can't help but feel guilty. But it's not his fault, right? He tries to silence his mental rambles, grip tightening on the strap of his bag. "I'll treat you to something to eat later, okay?" He adds, hoping that this will make up for it.

#happyxld #r