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please bury my heart underneath these trees / keep them hidden ; locked & forgotten underneath the stars indie original character est. jun 25 2017

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hey my dudes like this for a starter when i get back from work tomorrow

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( ZUTTVRS ) APHRODITE !

@fightcrs — one, two, three, four. one, two, three, four. one, two, three — aphrodite has been at this for hours now. it’s been only a day since she was given this assignment, in charge of coming up with the performance for a soon-to-be-released song by a soon-to-be-debuted group, and she’s got the entire routine already choreographed, but she’ll never be satisfied with it. she’s done a full run of the full choreography at least ten times tonight, changing the most minuscule of things each and every time; a hand gesture here, a head turn there. she’s quite honestly beating herself to death over it, but she can’t stop. she’s aphrodite lee, the professional choreographer, known for coordinating routines for some of the hottest acts in the korean pop industry, but that doesn’t mean she’s good. not by any means. at this point, aphrodite doesn’t even know what time it is — ❛ time is an illusion that man created to control people. ❜ she’s pointed out on more than one occasion — but she’s definitely deserving of a break. does that mean she’s going to take one, though ?? of course not. she’s working herself so hard that she doesn’t even notice the door to the studio opening, too focused on the footwork she’d been trying to master for the past ten minutes.

      he’s held down by two plastic bags of jajangmyeon, kicking open the door to her studio none too gently. eyes glance up, spotting aphrodite running herself ragged   (   &   maybe he pretends that the fist around his heart doesn’t tighten   /   pretends that he doesn’t feel the least bit worried because how long had it been since she took a break ? )   &   barks over the music, ❛ hey, fuck are you doing   ?   stop dancing   &   eat with me, i didn’t walk all this way to watch you dance. ❜   jaehyun seats himself near the mirrors, sliding newspapers into place before he sets the noodles down   &   looks expectantly at her. ❛ hurry up, they’re gonna overcook otherwise   &   taste gross. ❜ he leans against the mirrors, uncaring if it was okay or not ( because when had he ever cared about what other people thought   ?   )   &   groans, legs kicking out as he picks up a tissue to throw at her. ❛ you’re so fucking slow ! come on, i’m hungry. i didn’t eat dinner because i wanted to eat with you. ❜

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      my dad rly Grounded me in this day nd age but he’s at work so i’ve got some time 2 do drafts,,,,, nd bc i want more threads,,, like this for a starter ?

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“ i just need to finish what i’m doing, then i’ll sleep. “

3am sentence starters / open / @zuttvrs

      ❛ you said that an hour ago, ❜ his voice is uncharacteristically soft   ( a change from his demeanor in the day   /   poison   &   acid   &   venom rolled into a spitfire frame )   &   he reaches out for her hand, digits clasping around her wrist to gently pull her away from the center of the dance studio, ❛ go sleep. you’re just being reckless now. ❜

from where he sits on the floor, he reaches out for a bottle of water   &   a towel   ( keeping his hand around hers, attempting to anchor her into a reality where dancing wasn’t a priority )   &   holds them out to her,   ❛ drink some water. do you want jajangmyeon   ?   i know a place that’s open 24/7, we can grab something to eat if you’re hungry. ❜

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3 am sentence starters

“ why are you awake? “ “ i can’t sleep. “ “ go to bed already. “ “ i’m a being of pure power, i don’t need sleep. “ “ i’ve been running on 5 hour energy all day, there’s no stopping now. “ “ i’m. so. tired. “ “ i had a nightmare. “ “ it’s nothing, go back to bed. “ “ when’s the last time you slept? “ “ you’re clearly exhausted. why are you doing this to yourself? “  “ wake up. wake up. wake uuuuup. “ “ i’ll sleep when i’m dead. “ “ is something wrong? “ “ i just need to finish what i’m doing, then i’ll sleep. “ “ you said you were about to go to bed two hours ago. c’mon, time’s up. “ “ is it okay if i sleep in your bed tonight? i’m kinda freaked out. “ “ stop bossing me around, you’re not my mom. i’ll go to sleep when i want to. “ “ you’re pouring coffee all over the counter. “  “ why are you making hot pockets at 3 am? “

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me waiting on those jh pics 4 more icons :/

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open to: f/nb/m relationship: friends ; friends w/ benefits ; frenemies

       ❛ dude, get out of my apartment already, ❜   jaehyun walks past the living room to the kitchen, picking up a stray shirt   &   balling it up to throw it at the other,  ❛   &   stop fuckin’ touching my shit. just because i’m rich doesn’t mean i wanna drop more money to pay for it again. ❜ he sips at a glass of cold water, leaning against the doorframe to glare half-heartedly at the other, ❛ if you break anything i’m making you pay me back. ❜

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( POWERPUFFS ) JINHEE !

OPEN TO: anyone RELATIONSHIP: stranger, acquaintance

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. “OH FUCK ME IN THE ASSHOLE.” Time check, it was two in the morning and Jinhee was a little bit drunk ( a lot of drunk ). The girl didn’t have a high alcohol tolerance as she’d like to hence her leaving the party early to avoid any mishaps, to avoid passing out in the dance floor or some shit like that. And NOW, despite her best efforts to get home early, she’s stuck in the elevator of their apartment building and she’s drunk as shit. For some reason, the elevator pulled to an abrupt stop and who the fuck knows when would help come?? She wasn’t alone though, there was another person in the elevator and Jinhee looked at them as she toed off her high heels. “We’re gonna be here a few HOURS so probably make myself comfortable, right??” She crouched down to pick up her heels, yawning as she leaned against the metal wall. “”Stop banging the emergency button—god that’s annoying.” Jinhee knew she’d seen them before, she just couldn’t recall very well when.

      he tries not to look too irritated at her commentary, settling for repeatedly pressing the emergency button to keep his fingers busy   &   his mind distracted from the buzz in his veins from a late night out.   it’s only when she tells him to stop does his hand falter   &   he glances over to her, eyes narrowed   &   a huff falling from reddened lips. ❛ because just sitting around is gonna be oh so useful to our situation, huh   ? ❜ he mutters,   more to himself than to her   &   pulls his phone out of his pocket   ( knowing full well there was no signal in the elevator ) switching to a game he could play offline.   he spares the other girl a look   ( familiar only because he frequented his friend’s apartment enough times to see her around )   &   kicks one of her high heels farther away from him, ❛ personal space, dumbass. it’s bad enough i’m stuck here with you   &   your inability to shut up  —  i don’t need your stupid high heels in my space either. ❜

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my blog’s still messy or w/e but hi i’m a new oc looking for threads nd mutuals so like this nd i’ll go through ur opens nd reply to a few !!