PRINCESS ELY.

give your undivided attention to the one an' only, park jisung. but please, call me ely. bringin' some new sounds since '97, put respect on m'name.   

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“What’s with everyone and that god damn joke.” He put emphasis on the last bit of his sentence to emulate how annoyed he was from hearing it. The first few times were the greatest things that he heard, but the more that others picked up on it and threw it out in the open without much thought; it irked him. Keeping his arms folded across his chest, Woojin leaned back on the boards while locking his gaze on the placement of the speaker. “It’s gotta go more to the left. If you didn’t want to do this, you shouldn’t have offered. This whole place needs to get renovated anyway. You’re just helping speeding it up.” He would help, but he’s got to actually get more of the heavier stuff. The speaker wasn’t even that big to begin with. “Just don’t knock it over or it’s coming out your check.”

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“guess it’s because it just comes out naturally.” she says with a smile, now pushing the speaker towards the left. looking at its placement from afar, she uses her hands to pretend to take a picture, and then moving back up so that she could move it around yet again. “okay, i didn’t offer. you asked, and i said yes. isn’t offering where i say i’ll do it, without you asking?” she says, raising an eyebrow before finally placing it in the correct area. wiping her hands on her pants to remove any of the dust that was collecting, she places them on her hips after to look at him. “don’t worry, not like i would. is there anything else i can do besides push the speaker around all day?”

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                                    Guys ask me, don’t I get burned out?                                     How can you get burned out doing something you love?                                     I ask you, have you ever got tired of kissing a pretty girl?

                           GOO XYNDEL:XIN                                                     DUBSTEP MUSICIAN

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“ Teru Mikami’s death was the best thing about Death Note. ” - Ahn Soo Ah.

                      mirrored lit + idolverse oc + lee keumjo fc + reblog & follow

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               “park jisung?”                                    “here!”            “… you’re a girl?”   “my parents named me after my uncle. get over it.”

REBLOG (for a starter) + LIKE + FOLLOW. PROFILE.

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DROP THE MIC ; @realstpcy

“ah, ah.” to be standing next to the park chanyeol was a bit overwhelming. with a figure towering the girl who was shorter than him, the stress was unreal. ely had asked a certain someone who had connections if she could ask to collaborate with big artists. even if she was hardly known, maybe it could boost her image just a little bit and finally people would be content with what she produced. not like there wasn’t any that didn’t appreciate it now, but she hoped that there would be more that appreciated her music. not just kleo who was chilling right next to her as they breathed the same air.

the idol probably didn’t know her. idol spotted! jisung could have easily snapped a picture and posted it on her sns. but she knew the pain of having to go private because everyone was watching your every move, especially if you were an idol. jisung clears her throat with an ‘o’ shape to her lips. wanting to voice something out but literally nothing came out. what was she supposed to say and how was she going to keep his attention focused on her? hey, so i’m a nobody to you but it would be real cool if we collabed!I yeah right. jisung hadn’t realized that she had been slipping into a reverie, swaying gently by the tall figure.

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Will you ever listen? / Welcome to TQ!

“oh, cutielynn. you know you’re younger than me, right? by a year. so i don’t have to.” jisung only chuckles. her index and thumb finger rubbing at her chin. “i’ll listen, all right. just stop with the kid stuff. i’m old enough to overcome that.” false. jisung was still a child at heart, she would just never admit it. most would embrace it. but since she had a reputation, an image to hold, embracing her childishness would be the last thing to ever cross her mind. a sigh slips out, seeing that their fort was already crumbling before it was even up. “fine.. get some more.. whatever it’s called. stands? the things that help keep our blankets up!” a sleepover, very cute of them to do. “and more pillows. i’ll listen to you this time. i’m telling you! our blanket fort is already as good a it is..” she says before another pillow falls from the many floors tha they had created that night. “alright, that was the wind. don’t look at me.”

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        ❝          KIM JONGIN . TWENTY-TWO .                                                       ALSO KNOWN AS KAI FROM EXO .                          N° 88 : MAIN DANCER & MAKNAE LINE .

          +   A LITERATE GENERAL ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT.    PROCEED ?

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"whose this" [ / stares hard at you, park jisung ]

“it’s a me! mario!”

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What you said? // WELCOME TO TQ!

“i said.. did you want to collab? gosh. you’re so deaf. how am i supposed to work you? damn it chae.” the rapper’s patience was thinning, headphones wrapped around her neck. the pressure of releasing a mixtape soon, she felt the stress. she felt it now. her fans were expecting something. usually they weren’t, but they saw her being active. it was an accident, her partner had leaked out one of her unreleased songs and now they were waiting. she couldn’t just sit around all day, eating gum while tapping the end of the pencil against paper that was full of her lyrics. “you know what. i’ll call you again in a few days. i just can’t do this, sorry. you can leave now, unless you want to co-operate.” 

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❛ The worst thing I’ve ever done was steal a club penguin membership card when I was twelve. ❜ / Hi, welcome to us both!

“when i was twelve.. i skipped class.” she says with a smile. it wasn’t that big of a problem, she wasn’t that much of a troublemaker. some parents would’ve whooped their butts if they ever found out, though. “ah, erin, erin, erin. you aren’t like the guys that game, huh? if you were, you probably would have stolen a league of legends card or something.” she snorts at the thought, hand covering her mouth while she did so. “come on. you haven’t done anything more exciting? more thrilling? alright, fine. since we’re still trying to get to know each other and all, give me something interesting about yourself. i’ll start off. hi, my name is park jisung and i was named after my uncle, even though my parents knew i was a girl. there. now it’s your turn.”

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"Isn't that something you're supposed to deal with?" // welcome to tq!

“you’ve probably had this problem before. being in co:hrt and all. can you help me, at least? instead of just standing there? since there’s only a few mics, you’ll probably be stuck with this one and then you’re just gonna get mad that it’s not working. so, win or lose, you chose.” she mumbles in a frustrated manner while trying to fix the microphone. turning it on and off was a tactic she had already tried. tapping on the top of it wouldn’t make it work again. she was trying so hard to fix it. she even tried unplugging the whole system that it was attached to. nothing. it only got her ticked off, wanting to throw the damned thing across the room. break the dance mirror that surrounded the studio– but it was too much for her to replace. “are you just going to stand there and laugh while i try to fix this darned thing? it’s not gonna fix itself..”

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❛ I need a shower that’s so gross. ❜ / Welcome to TQ!

“it’s not that gross.” she scrunches her nose, moving her head to the side while taking a sniff at her day-old clothes. “you know, being a busy girl– you should know. sometimes schedules get in the way, and maybe you just gotta use dry shampoo and it’s all good!” jisung says with enthusiasm (although it lacked, it lacked a lot.) she then shrugs her shoulders, grabbing a towel and then slinging it over her shoulder. “besides, why are you showering when it’s me with dirty laundry on? it’s not even that dirty! i used it like.. for 2% of the whole day. an hour tops. is it really that disgusting?” jisung then pouts tilting her head. “but you know! it’s up to you, really. shower or not, you’ve convinced me to take one. thanks, zin.”

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❛ I’m saving this for future blackmail ❜

“fucking delete it. shin chaeyoung. i’m not fucking playing!” she yells, chasing the younger around the living room. she had taken a picture of her while off-guard. jisung wasn’t afraid to be cute, but she wanted no evidence of it. whether it be a recording or on camera, it was prohibited in her rule book. “just because you’re my best friend, it doesn’t mean you get to keep shit like this!” she whines like the child she is, climbing over couches and tables just to get to the other. but it was no use, they were at chaeyoung’s house and it was slightly larger than jisung’s, but it was difficult to maneuver around (even though she had been going there since she was a little kid.) “you’re just a busan brat. gimme your phone! you can’t ruin my career this early! i just hit puberty!” she sobs, tripping over her feet every once in a while. but finally, she tackled the younger and grabbed her phone. rolling over, she deletes the picture and throws the cellular device on the couch. close one.

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" I really don't know what is that but it kinda resembles a finger, doesn't it? " // Welcome to TQ!

“you’re drawing all over.. my lyrics..” she says in shock, placing her coffee cup back down on the table. taking a deep breath in, she takes the sheets and sees that the girl was only sketching, and thank god it was on the said as well. what an idiot she would have been if she had drawn over the lyrics? god. that would have been a total mess. chaos. she would havoc it in all ways possible. “god damn it mijoo.. you’re cute and all.. but you have to remember that you can’t just draw on everything you see.” she wasn’t even going to bother to erase it, she couldn’t anyways. she had used ink– but the drawing wasn’t as bad as she expected it to be. “is that supposed to be me? alright, grudge cancelled. i love you for this.” a sly smile on her face as her fingers trace over the hands that held the mic. “yeah, it looks good. don’t criticize yourself too much, love.” with that, she places her hand on the other’s shoulder and chuckles.

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               “park jisung?”                                    “here!”            “... you’re a girl?”   “my parents named me after my uncle. get over it.”

REBLOG (for a starter) + LIKE + FOLLOW. PROFILE.

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Anarchism’s Head Director, Trigger, releases teaser image as well as a snippet from the upcoming EP “Bedroom Buzz”.

Posting it on his official instagram, as well as Anarchism’s main account, he captioned the photo with nothing but appraisal for his fans.

Hopefully everyone is going to be grinding, making love, having fun with their friends belting out the songs, or just having good vibes to it. Got 10 days until it drops, and just wanted to prepare people with the vocals coming your way. It’ll be my last project for a bit since becoming head, but watch out for Anarchism as a whole! We got a lot of stuff coming, so please, just keep your ears open for anything dropping with that ‘A’. #bedroombuzz #09052016 #itsabanger #literally? #lookatmyassthough #Idontsmoke #thephotographerjustthoughtitwouldlookcool

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"Keep pushing it." / welcome to anarchism!

“i can’t believe you’re making me do this. why can’t you ask kleo? she’s younger!” she whines, pushing the speaker around until she got it in its correct spot. she looks over, waiting for approval. keep pushing it. and cue the bratty attitude. “i get it that you manage our promos and stuff but– okay. you know what.” fuck it. she’d just have to build a bridge and get over it. “when are you going to introduce me to all your friends– you know, a girl like me knows the basics and needs to brush up on some stuff. kidding. don’t hit me, i’m moving your beloved speaker.” she mumbles, with her free arm in front of her eyes in defense before dropping it to her side. “this situation? of me pushing around the speaker and all that? it’s gonna be embedded into my memory forever. i’m triggered.”