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Decuriones; I can't envisage finding her, through waves and thunderstorms. I fall from deep heights. | Disc

[yourselgomezanonn]

Anonymously tell me about your crush.

[halseydaily]

I’ve got a lover I love like religion

[yo-do-you-rowlow]

//Sung Joon IG Update//

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Yifan’s beyond piss drunk, luckily enough, the bar hardly closes and the owner has a soft spot for Yifan being a foreigner down on his luck and all. “…And the fuckin furries, man…” The blond slurs in a mixture of English, Chinese and Korean as the owner mutters a ‘yeah, yeah’ while stumbling under Yifan’s deadweight as he’s being escorted to the gameroom of the bar. The older man shoves Yifan forward, Yifan tripping over his feet and landing on the pool table, ramming into someone else who’s already laying there equally as shit-faced if he wasn’t already unconscious. Yifan sees the lipstick marks on the other man’s face, the blond half laying atop the stranger and is too close for comfort. Slowly slipping off and laying on the unknown person’s arm, he’s still pressed against him. “He spilled my beer.” Yifan whispers with a raise of his arm, taking the last gulp of his unspilled beer before his arm falls, slowly letting the glass roll away down the pool table on the man’s other side, Yifan’s arm splaying across the guy’s torso as he blacks out.

[ yifxnn ]

He’s been laying there for what seems a full night, but the clock tells him it’s only been about an hour. He’s too shitfaced to get home, he can barely move himself to get to the toilet, and thus he decides that holding it in might be the best option for now. He’ll deal with this hangover tomorrow morning, his drunk mind even convinces himself to offer the barman a painting, just for good measurement. He remembers a girl hanging on his arm, calling him ‘oppa’ every so often and complaining when she didn’t have a drink. She was too loud, her kisses too sloppy. He had send her home without bringing her. It’s only then that he hears a stumbeling coming from the bar itself, two figures moving into the gameroom- only to have one fall straight for the pool table. And he snorts, tries not to burst out into drunk laughter when he whispers to him. ‘Sungjoon-ah, you know where the keys are tomorrow morning. Keep an eye on that buddy.’ His friends voice beams through the room, and he waves him off- trying to turn onto his side to try and sleep the heavyness of his limbs off, only to bump into the males side. ‘Fuck- watch out.’

[expvinter-blog]

If you want to be able to talk to Sungjoon more quickly, please add him on aim.

[susannahirene]

[thedarkertruth]

Send me a “旦” If our muses haven’t interacted yet and but you want us to change that.

[invademyinbox]

Anonymously leave a six word confession from your character to mine.

[eatsleepdraw]

[ravensandrocks-deactivated20200]

Please don’t seduce me. Speak the words that drag me to my knees and force my pretty mouth to surrender.

Michael Faudet  (via xxthewicked-seunghyun)

[all-things-rp-moved]

(NSFW) Tell my muse a sexual fantasy you have involving them.

[bigmisterc-deactivated20140322]

Describe me in three words. I can only publish, not respond.

[expvinter-blog]

Twitter ⎯ Bsxjoon I wish I could quit my job, take my stuff and just run around the world. Sadly, life is devoted to money. #ItSucks

[aliens-bro]

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And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with                                     Bang Sungjoon • your fierce tears, I pray.                                          07101990 • 25. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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[vasisila]

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“Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…”

He blinks when a for him foreign name is called out to him, he has known a Charlie before, but he was a foot shorter than him and he still lived in America to this day. ‘Uh, no. I am not Charlie, but you’ve come to that conclusion yourself. Does he look like me?’