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major revamp inc.

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I fell in love with the moon, dipped my toes in the stars, and followed him out into infinity. But I never knew moonlight could taste so bitter.

lost in orbit // r.w.

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RULES: Cross off the ones you’ve done (IC). Please, repost and don’t reblog ! TAGGED BY: @lndnprk TAGGING: @krystalzed and anyone else 

1. had sex 2. bought condoms 3. gotten pregnant 4. failed a class 5. kissed a boy 6. kissed a girl 7. used a little paper bag for lunch 8. had a job 9. missed the school bus 10. left the house without your wallet 11. bullied someone on the internet 12. sexted 13. had sex in public 14. played on a sports team 15. smoked weed 16. smoked cigarettes 17. smoked a cigar 18. drank alcohol 19. watched “the breakfast club” 20. been overweight 21. been underweight 22. had an eating disorder 23. been to a wedding 24. made fun of someone for being fat 25. been on the computer for 5 hours straight 26. watched tv for 5 hours straight 27. been late for work 28. been late for school 29. kissed someone in the rain 30. showered with someone else 31. failed my drivers test 32. ran a mile in less than 10 minutes 33. been outside my home country 34. been on a road trip longer than 5 hours 35. gotten my heart broken 36. had a credit card 37. been to a professional sports game 38. broken a bone 39. been unhappy about your weight 40. won a trophy 41. cut myself 42. had an std 43. got engaged 44. been on a diet 45. tried out to be on a tv show 46. rode in a taxi 47. been to prom 48. played in a drinking game 49. stayed up for 24 hours or more 50. been to a concert 51. had a three-some 52. had a crush on someone of the same sex 53. been in a car accident 54. had braces 55. learned another language 56. killed a bug 57. been at a yard sale 58. been to a japanese steakhouse 59. wore make up 60. talked to someone via webcam 61. lost my virginity before i was 16 62. had my wisdom teeth taken out 63. kissed someone a different race than myself 64. snuck out of the house 65. bought porn 66. had a virus on my computer 67. had oral sex 68. dyed my hair 69. graduated from college 70. wore someone else’s clothes 71. voted in an election 72. rode in an ambulance 73. rode in a helicopter 74. caught the stove on fire 75. got in a fight 76. been on vacation 77. been in an airplane 78. been on a boat 79. had surgery 80. beat a video game 81. found something valuable on the ground 82. made a survey 83. stalked someone on facebook/myspace 84. prank called someone 85. been to a library outside of school 86. spent over $100 shopping in one day 87. cut your hair and hated it 88. peed outside 89. went fishing 90. helped with charity 91. taken a pregnancy test 92. been rejected by a crush 93. been suspended from school 94. broken a mirror 95. faked sick from school 96. owned a pet 97. been to six flags

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Strikhedonia

strikhedonia - the pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it.”

his eyes are drawn to her lips, the toothy grin that lies behind it. she’s too breathtaking to deny the awestruck gazes that fall upon her naturally, too real to doubt. 

but as real as she is, as utterly tangible, she’s still too far from his grasp.

as much as he wants to deny how he feels, the way he sees her ( and only her ), he can’t. and maybe it’s thoughtless of him to not think of how this will affect her, but he doesn’t even try to stop himself as he moves with a swiftness he did not know he possessed.

in a moment of uncharacteristic bravery, his arm swoops around her waist and hand settles firmly against her hip. and as much as his lungs struggle for breath, mind reels and begs to release his grip to save his heart from bursting with anxiety, he refuses to listen.

( after all, he really had nothing to lose. they’re too close to let their friendship dissipate because of his selfish blunder and he keeps telling himself that to muster the courage to go through with what he’s aching to do. )

he hesitates for a moment before his lips fall onto hers, brief contact that sends a rush of blood to his face and causes his cheeks to burn red. his actions are uncalled for, unexpected, but fuck has he been wanting to do that.

his steps stutter, as do his attempts at words. he does not fail his act of bravery, but he does fail his attempts at a smooth recovery.

but rather than linger on that fact, he simply buries his hands in his pocket, thankful for the smooth fabric that wipes his clammy palms dry. he thinks to apologize, to go on a long tangent that explains his perspective, but he knows it would be useless. his feelings for her are something that can’t be summarized in simple words, feelings that are complex and complicated that show more of his insecurities than he wants to show after something as blissful as sharing a kiss with someone like her.

he clicks his tongue before shrugging his shoulders, head nudging toward the tv hanging on the wall before them nonchalantly. 

“so, uh… i think they’re rebroadcasting the cj entus versus longzhu game right now.” one hand finds the nape of his neck, nails digging into the skin to distract himself from the way his fingers tremble under her gaze. “want to watch me make some sick thresh plays?”

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in a late celebration of my three year anniversary and for hitting 700+ , here is my SECOND follow forever ! my first is over here .

i. first the people in my life who mean a great deal to me. i might not be best with words, but i want to thank each one of you guys for sticking around. i love you all lots.

@aixminji @nightmaremark @idekicantthink @ytkxskyxknm @sistar-bora ; we may not talk as much as we used to, but you guys have been one of the firsts, and i’m so glad to have had the chance to have known you.

@1975kj @hxnryz @jgxk @sxngjoo @daymarish @xlvna @xchoixjunhong @krystalyze @babysa @taekjintuan @sjjungs @sunnyxai @diolce @89kyeon @olzuri @leegrav @cyoojn @chosona @dinochvn @hydriade @sahreum ; all of you are have been amazing friends to me and although some of you i have just met in contrast to those I have known forever, you all mean lots to me and i’m very glad to have been your friend. thank you for everything.

@axberv @dorkber @xambxrliu @amperv ; i’ve seen lots of twins come and go, and i want to thank you dudes for being as cool as you are. being bros with you all has made things more interesting, i would say.

ii. and now to those that i haven’t necessarily interacted with before, but admire/ enjoy seeing around. ( in no particular order. )

@kaidenkim @dvrky @keybums @chsub @wangasm @thatdeej @trxyemxllet @eolxeum @kthrns @exltnt @chrvstn @honqsta @astrxphiile @aereois @90yoda @gttkwng @aurorexlh @riluuo @ofkitsune @gcthigh @moerder @ktaehz @quiickslver @jvngkkie @sugaruto @lifeinthehive @ezpakon @mvrtille @95lex @skairo @gwynbleidt @namtastiic @vocalistks @minshines @minpossible @thcius @winxgs @sympcthy @pvndra @kzmii @kjjongz @psxudonym @taehugging @txntxnten @94jvn @07195 @chngjos @hvlmae @p0etriz @ijaebm @newblccd @ljoeru @lunerious @hxnbean @aerasthetic @vitaso @inchvate @94vousmevoyez @myujeo @sonitvs @sxolhyxn @brygong @prcyeol @inkdblvck @sibylliinne @xserenitae @seollioure @hx-neul @jvngio @96pbk @spectvum @dnnyxp @tkoymi @napiers @sagarilla @anachronisvm @viculent @yeiri @yienetic @puerpurus @crocodilestreet @snowstrobe @yobi @jcksnwg @930910 @jckhtml @jvslisen @kz-anders @vitolity @toyouke @aekure @yukvon @wuzic @mauvaischonte @wintcrwnds @thejimtoyourjam @seolq @mracles @leeyjin @mdjta @rniracho @maorei @dhyk @mnknae @krystalbass @zianshi @hyvkjaelee @shutupvital @nageuhu @minades @jinvenchy @harlenqu @zheraz @kvmhyuna @aiyou @chtaphn @bangvn @daegusvga @ysvh @chaezus @choisooy @jngej @yuraakm @jngej @chosoric @sjjng @aceravis @cseol @ingeniovs @wangjac @suerotonin @yifxnn @svnshxne @taehylol @bellsxai @bunnyxjungkook @yoxnbora @mijvliete @kjjongs @magicalxforest @chaenq @exulansuga @soojunq @imyovna @sangkix @aellionios @chynas @wherethestarsmeet @baeksans @jjongx90 @ohnoamelia @mayuyuxai @mxrtifero

[92skjin]

so, basically, I’ve been here for around a year now (lowkey maybe as another fc until I switched, but that’s besides the point.) During this past year, I’ve got the chance to interact with many people and make tons of friends, and I’m quite thankful. This is the first follow forever I’ve done, so why not save it for when I hit 2k right? Above all, I’m thankful for everything and can’t wait to interact with many more people in the future! 

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[justonetae]

tired taetae

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Send me a word and I will write a drabble with our characters:

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing. Autolatry - The worship of one’s self. Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage. Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling. Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain. Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder. Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures. Agelast - A person who never laughs. Wanweird - An unhappy fate. Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell. Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground. Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did. Malapert - Clever in manners of speech. Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot. Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
 Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed. Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where. Baisemain - A kiss on the hand. Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each wants something but is too afraid to make the first move.

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what is he doing?

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sorry to everyone that's waiting on replies from me on either aim, tumblr im, or in terms of threads. i'm out of town and going to see bts this weekend so i'll be a bit mia until next week.

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Please reblog this if you roleplay with unpopular face claims and original characters. I really need more people to roleplay with and my last attempt to make an ad failed. 

Thank you in advance!

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© Winter StrawVerry | Do not edit.

[rlyhigh]

hickeys are gross i want ten

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she's striking. her hand draws back the string of her bow, arrow piercing his heart and splintering into tiny fragments that swell until his chest is full of nothing but her.

she’s too good for you. she’s too smart, too cunning to fall for a fool. she will never be yours, nor will you be hers.

he hears whispers of her, reveries of her intelligence and wit. her future is bright, they say. it matches her shining eyes, porcelain skin. she’s known among men as unattainable; a fragment of mens’ imaginations, a mirage of fresh water in a desert. her reputation precedes her, but his fear of rejection does not stop him from letting his imagination roam. 

he dreams of a world where she more than a perfect stranger. he elicits a blinding smile from her, a soft giggle filled with affection. her glassy tone fills his ears, whispers musings of care and tenderness to a boy who’s undeserving.

of course, reality is far different. they’re strangers and have remained as such. he’s too afraid to speak, too nervous to ruin things before they begin. instead he sits and waits, hopes for an opportunity to approach a spectral that haunts him in his wake.

her hair is tucked behind the shell of her ear, eyes intent on scanning the pages of a textbook without interruption. he knows that approaching her will only end in disappointment, bring an abrupt end of the fantasy where they’re happy in each other’s embrace, but his curiosity gets the better of him.

so with careful steps, he approaches her. with a single utterance, he falls prey to her ruleless game—history begins to write itself, tucked away until enough time has passed for the wounds to heal and sting to dissipate.

all it takes is one glance, a coy smile. she doesn’t even know it, but he’s hers.

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aim drop! i’m going to be out for a while, but if you’d like to plot or just talk about whatever, feel free to send me a message at x.jmns! thank you i love you all have a great night etc.

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    it’s a night in which nothing extravagant is happening, but then again, when is anything ever extravagant in london’s life? it’s a night with nothing to do, no obligations other than to lounge around in pajamas with sinatra’s crooning filling the small room as graphite scratches against recycled paper. it’s an improvement from last night, when london had found nothing but an old receipt to write on, the smell of detergent and fabric softener thick in the air as she does overtime at the laundromat.

tonight is not like last night; it’s london’s day off. her torso is hanging off the edge of her bed, and her notebook is sprawled open on the floor in front of her. she’s rolling an empty can of lemonade between her palm and the carpet when her phone rings; london turns onto her back, the ends of her hair barely brushing against the floor as she presses her phone up to her ear.

“hey-a, taeil. to what do i owe the pleasure?” she says. there’s a smile on her face ( it’s a call she wasn’t expecting, but it’s welcome nevertheless ) but it’s not there for long, not when she can hear that taeil’s voice is too soft to be considered happy; it’s enough to have her sitting up, alert. london knows better than to ask for an explanation now, and instead accepts his invitation without hesitation. “oh. yeah, of course. i’ll be right over. don’t wear that weird shirt with the ducks though.”

she ends the call with a weak attempt to lighten the mood. in record time, she’s out of her spongebob pajama pants and in something decent. in record time, she’s out of her apartment and walking over to taeil’s apartment; the earlier cloudless day means tonight is a little chilly.

and in record time, london is at his front door, rapping her knuckles against the wood and rocking on her heels. ( she should probably tighten the laces of her sneakers before she trips. )

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time is a funny thing. it’s linear but feels as if it shifts with the tides, simultaneously torments and brings fleeting moments of joy. he can feel each second tick by in his veins, congealed blood and precarious sinews craving release the suffocating hold his own mind has on him.

he has a habit of drowning in his thoughts; his lungs are filled with doubt and uncertainty, desperate gasps and useless thrashes fail him. he’s too absorbed in the pressure, the need to be the best in everything. yet time and time again, he fails, barely missing his target and allowing himself to fall into his endless cycle of self pity and pervades him with a sense of anxiousness that leaves him trembling. 

the deafening silence is broken by the sound of a tap at the door, fragile sounds that are worth more than gold in desperate times. his feet race to reach the panel and he throws the door open violently, instantly enraptures her in his arms. he’s enthralled by her presence and the relief it brings, grateful that people like london exist. she is, without a doubt, his one source of sunshine in a world that’s overcome by an eternal eclipse. 

( he will never express this aloud as he doesn’t know how to. he cares for her beyond words, feels for her more than his sentiments will allow him to express. she is theia, goddess of the sun and all that is divine in his simple—albeit dreary—life. )

“thank you, london.” his voice is quiet, mewls that drip with sorrow. his grip on her does not cease; his face is buried in her shoulder, shaking hands gripping onto her back tightly. “i don’t know why i get like this. i’m imprisoned by my own mind and you’re the only person i feel like i can talk to about this kind of stuff without having to see judging eyes and pitying frowns. i don’t need pity. i don’t need help.”