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[gardenwalls]

༘ ˖ 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 , 🌼

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mun

i’m  jenna  ,  21+  and  currently  residing  in  the  gmt+3  timezone  .  my  activity  might  be  sporadic  ,  because  writing  is  an  escape  for  me  and  sometimes  i  don’t  have  time  for  it  ,  but  feel  free  to  nudge  me  at  all  times  if  you’d  like  to  plot  or  just  talk  .  most  of  the  gifs  i  use  were  made  by  me  ,  otherwise  the  original  post  of  the  packs  i'm  using  can  be  found  in  my  resources  tag  .

[gardenwalls]

hello , my moots ! this has not been a great week for me so far as writing is concerned , but hopefully i can get some more drafts done over the next few days . hope you are all doing amazing mwuah

[niziui]

he  should  consider  himself  lucky  he's  in  a  hospital  bed,  because  it  was  taking  a  lot  of  resolve  from  dara  to  not  shake  him  at  his  stubbornness.  she  has  half  a  mind  to  call  his  mother  anyway,  if  just  to  make  a  passing  comment  about  the  lack  of  concern  for  her  son.  it  seems  as  if  ignoring  deteriorating  health  conditions  runs  in  his  family,  and  she  can  only  look  at  him,  utterly  unamused  as  he  retells  a  skewed  story  of  what  happened.  it's  so  ridiculous  to  hear  that  she  lets  silence  simmer  for  a  moment,  eyes  firmly  on  him  and  not  a  word  uttered  for  an  entire  two  minutes.  "i  would  say  it's  nice  to  see  you  haven't  changed  —  but  that  would  be  a  lie.  one  of  us  should  at  least  be  grounded  in  reality  here."  dry  words  accompany  an  even  drier  expression,  promptly  taking  matters  into  her  own  hands  in  the  form  of  pushing  him  by  the  chest  back  into  his  pillow.  "you  should  feel  fortunate  to  never  have  pursued  a  career  in  law  —  no  jury  in  their  right  mind  would  believe  a  word  you  say."  agitation  seeps  through  her,  a  familiar  feeling  she'd  thought  she'd  long  forgotten.  it  was  the  same  concerns  that  led  to  their  downfall,  tired  of  his  job  coming  first  above  all  —  that  for  once,  he  couldn't  ever  put  himself  first.  it's  highly  inappropriate  to  insert  herself  in  his  care,  yet  she  manages  it  anyway.  "you  will  be  doing  no  such  thing.  you're  going  to  sit  in  this  bed  and  do  nothing.  i  did  not  give  up  my  studio  time  and  drive  two  hours  for  you  to  pretend  everything  is  fine,"  she  says,  glowering  as  everything  boils  over.  in  a  fit,  she  slaps  his  shoulder,  anger  overtaken  by  worry  as  she's  forced  to  realize  why  exactly  she's  upset  in  the  first  place.  “do  you  have  any  idea  how  worried  i  was?”

[gardenwalls]

short  thud  echoes  once  thorax  is  pushed  back  into  elevated  hospital  bed  ,  embellished  gasp  breathed  out  in  annoyance  toward  situation  at  hand  ,  wholeheartedly  regretting  ever  noting  her  down  as  an  emergency  contact  .  he  has  grown  accustomed  to  the  lack  of  care  throughout  strait  laced  upbringing  and  former  partner's  display  of  solicitude  had  always  brought  on  some  discomfort  ,  whether  it  be  during  their  relationship  or  at  present  .  does  not  know  how  to  sit  with  it  or  find  solace  in  her  care  and  so  ,  even  now  ,  countenance  bares  the  image  of  irritation  rather  than  gratitude  .  ‘  i  didn't  ask  you  to  give  up  your  studio  time  and  drive  down  here  ,  seeing  as  i  was  unconscious  at  the  time  .  but  sure  ,  feel  free  to  blame  me  for  that  too  .  ’  eyes  begin  to  roll  ,  though  he  does  not  manage  to  follow  through  with  it  ,  interrupted  by  sudden  slap  on  his  shoulder  .  head  turns  and  optics  focus  on  striken  joint  ,  before  shooting  her  a  scathing  glare  that  barely  softens  with  the  inquiry  she  follows  up  with  .  ‘  is  this  how  you  show  how  worried  you  are  ,  by  injuring  the  few  healthy  parts  i  have  left  ?  ’  there  is  exaggeration  both  in  his  tone  and  in  the  minimal  harm  brought  on  by  her  anger  ,  an  attempt  at  extending  an  olive  branch  disguised  as  comic  relief  that  he  hopes  she  can  discern  .  frail  limb  raises  to  nudge  the  side  of  her  waist  in  retaliation  ,  would  have  gone  for  the  shoulder  to  honor  the  principle  of  an  eye  for  an  eye  ,  but  he  does  not  wish  to  repeat  lifting  body  off  mattress  ,  only  to  be  pushed  back  down  .  ‘  you  don't  have  anything  to  worry  about  .  if  you  don't  want  to  take  my  word  for  it  ,  then  you  can  just  check  if  they  have  my  results  yet  and  even  talk  to  the  doctor  yourself  .  ’  views  it  as  a  mutually  beneficial  middle  ground  that  can  ease  her  concern  and  ensure  he  is  discharged  at  a  timely  manner  ,  hence  why  he  throws  in  the  flash  of  a  tight  lipped  smile  to  sneak  his  way  back  in  her  good  graces  .

[enbloom]

                      ❝   are  they  just  a  distraction,   or  are  you  really  done  this  time?   ❞

@gardenwalls  requested  𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢 𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑔     ҉

[gardenwalls]

‘  believe  it  or  not  ,  what  i  have  with  them  is  real  .  have  you  considered  that  maybe  you're  the  distraction  ?  ’

[invcntions]

closed starter for my angel @gardenwalls

he's been tapping his fingers against the countertop for the last thirty minutes, an untouched mug of coffee now cold in front of him as the tv plays on about some unimportant news in the background. all jai can focus on is the start of the morning, the half naked stranger he'd run into on his way to take a shower, the journey they'd been making between the bathroom and lila's bedroom. one he's done more than a handful of times before. the sound of the front door finally closing does little to ease the tension in his chest, gaze pulling up as familiar footsteps come to a stop at the entrance to the kitchen. be nice, he does his best to remind himself. still, all he can do his stare at his roommate, a brow raising in her direction as the weight of tension settles between them. “ why was there a shirtless man in my hallway? ” it's not quite how he means to break the silence, though the question falls from his lips before jai can consider how little he wants the answer.

[gardenwalls]

‘  our  hallway  ,  you  mean  .  ’  however  palpable  the  tension  between  roommates  may  be  ,  she  cares  more  to  argue  over  semantics  ,  rather  than  tackle  the  actual  issue  at  hand  .  feet  drew  her  nearer  cohabitant  in  kitchen  area  ,  arms  delicately  folding  one  over  the  other  and  figure  slumping  down  onto  swivel  chair  for  comfort  ,  though  the  feeling  moreso  resembles  being  in  the  hot  seat  .  ‘  and  the  shirtless  man  you  are  referring  to  is  my  boyfriend  .  ’  perhaps  she  should  be  more  considerate  in  delivering  the  news  and  yet  words  roll  off  tongue  with  ease  ,  assuming  there  is  somewhat  of  an  unspoken  agreement  between  pair  that  the  affection  they  share  is  trapped  within  four  walls  and  is  to  spread  no  further  .  and  so  when  the  opportunity  to  cross  thershold  of  new  romantic  prospects  arises  ,  it  only  seems  fair  that  she  give  it  a  chance  .  ‘  it's  pretty  fresh  and  i  don't  want  to  jinx  it  ,  but  you  should  be  seeing  a  lot  more  of  him  from  now  on  .  ’

[sunbecms]

liam nods, appreciative of levi for taking the initiative to move things along. he's not sure exactly what time speeches are supposed to begin, or whether there's a difinitive plan for that. but the fact romy, his fiancee and ( very- ) soon-to-be wife, doesn't immediately protest gives him enough confidence that now is a good enough time as ever. he reaches over to give levi's forearm a quick squeeze as his best man gets up. liam's not sure whether it's the warmth of the wedding festivities or champagne that causes his heart to bleed with pride, but it does as he watches levi. everyone teases him for working too much, being a dork in his personal life, not being social enough. but regardless, he's maintained a best friendship with someone he truly admires, and now he's about to usher in this next stage of his life with him. if liam's typically-astute focus wasn't compromised by his few drinks, he'd notice there's something off about his best friend. but honestly, it goes right over his head. all he does is smile up at him as he listens to him talk. he feels romy place a hand over his on the table as the speech begins. though he doesn't outright laugh at the cliffnotes joke, liam offers an encouraging nod and grin. finds it endearing, even if the rest of the intimate crowd is tough. most of them don't know levi — in fact, most of them don't know liam either. the guest attendees are very disproportionately from romy's camp. she's got many more people in her life, and he was all too willing to let her fill out the chairs over him. he's not used to anyone speaking about him with such affection, so his cheeks have the slightest flush to them as levi goes on about how dear he is to him. he's not sure he's ever heard levi be so serious about their friendship like this. but then, the words suddenly fall way, way beyond friendship. liam opens his mouth as if he's going to say something, but nothing comes out. he feels romy's hand whip away from him, and she has no trouble vocalizing : 'what the hell ?' he hears someone drop a fork to a glass plate, strangers murmur, someone cough. and liam ? he's frozen, other than a heart beating hard in his chest and a brain speeding ten thousand miles an hour to try and catch up. eyes still fixed hard on levi, though his expression totally fallen. romy shoves her chair away from the table and interrupts, 'what the hell is your friend talking about, liam ?' she demands, eyes wide and accusatory. liam has no answer other than one so fucking stupid. "rome, he said he's joking !" he turns to levi and waves a hand between the pair. "levi, explain you're just kidding."

[gardenwalls]

chest  rises  and  falls  rapidly  ,  deadpan  countenance  spreading  across  features  as  he  stares  blankly  at  events  unravling  before  him  ,  as  if  partaking  in  an  out  of  body  experience  that  cannot  be  meddled  with  in  any  way  .  that  is  until  he  is  called  upon  by  a  loved  one  with  whom  friendship  may  be  hanging  on  by  a  thinning  thread  ,  breaking  the  trance  he  seems  to  have  fallen  into  momentarily  and  jump  starting  quick  footing  toward  pair  in  distress  .  hazy  state  of  mind  accounts  for  microphone  that  raises  at  the  height  of  pursed  lips  once  more  ,  mumbling  closely  into  it  for  all  the  guests  to  eavesdrop  whether  they  mean  to  or  not  .  ‘  rome  ,  relax  .  it's  obviously  a  joke  ,  what  are  you  so  pressed  about  ?  ’  space  is  filled  with  the  echo  of  a  best  man  who  is  on  the  brink  of  picking  a  fight  with  the  bride  to  be  and  that  is  enough  for  him  to  drop  electronic  device  to  marble  floor  stretching  beneath  them  ,  metallic  thud  signaling  that  the  show  is  over  for  those  who  are  not  directly  involved  . ‘  i  mean  ,  why  would  i  ever  be  in  love  with  him  ?  like  ,  yeah  ,  his  hair  is  stupid  good  and  he  has  a  nice  smile  ,  but  that's  it  .  ’  predicament  he  has  dragged  soon  to  be  newlyweds  into  is  irreversible  and  beyond  excuse  and  yet  ,  in  his  impaired  state  ,  he  believes  that  a  temporary  bandaid  is  all  that  is  necessary  to  bandage  the  wound  .  still  ,  inner  monologue  threatens  to  slip  through  ,  just  as  it  had  done  a  moment  earlier  .  ‘  there  is  also  the  fact  that  he  gets  me  like  nobody  else  ever  has  and  sometimes  i  think  about  what  it  would  be  like  to  kiss  him  .  ’  stares  off  into  the  distance  as  words  roll  off  tongue  effortlessly  ,  petals  curling  into  a  hint  of  a  smile  at  mere  thought  of  affection  shared  between  best  friends  ,  though  he  sluggishly  snaps  back  to  the  reality  that  this  is  not  an  appropriate  reaction  on  his  behalf  .  ‘  but  that's  not  what  being  in  love  is  and  i  never  actually  kissed  him  .  so  ,  it's  like  ,  no  harm  no  foul  .  ’ time  may  have  stood  still  for  the  remainder  of  attendees  ,  yet  he  takes  this  moment  to  stealthily  reach  across  the  table  for  fingers  to  wrap  around  half  empty  glass  that  has  his  name  written  all  over  it  .  although  ,  in  truth  ,  he  is  unsure  whether  it  is  even  his  and  does  not  seem  to  care  for  it  .  ‘  can't  we  just  get  on  with  the  rest  of  the  programme  now  ?  my  speech  was  only  a  draft  anyway  ,  i  can  change  some  things  until  the  wedding  day  and  you  will  not  be  hearing  any  more  jokes  from  me  ,  i  promise  .  ’  continues  to  irrationally  believe  his  secret  is  safe  and  no  one  in  the  room  bestows  any  value  to  his  confession  ,  impatient  gaze  landing  on  his  friend  in  hopes  that  he  will  rescue  him  from  this  nightmare  and  erase  all  that  has  transpired  throughout  the  evening  .

[silkchvffon]

HE WONDERS IF THE SIGHT would be easier to stomach if he were waiting on the other's doorstep instead of his own — anticipating some warmth, some care, the things he cannot provide himself with. life has tumbled into a jumble of incidents beck gave up on assigning meaning to long ago, and the feelings had followed shortly after. the hand he's offered may be the only sign he's alive at all anymore. it is almost muscle memory, the way his grip melts into calvin's and how he allows himself to be pulled back to reality. pain has become a dull throb he's much too comfortable with as he pads after calvin. « oh, it's not my first rodeo. i'll figure it out, » he promises, the keys the least of his concerns. « well, i ran into a fist. or several of them. multiple times. i think it was on purpose, maybe. you're right, i am very drunk. »

[gardenwalls]

soon  as  neighbor  steadies  self  on  two  feet  ,  arm  stretches  to  wrap  around  aching  figure  ,  pushing  upward  to  alleviate  any  further  pain  that  may  be  caused  by  gravity  dragging  him  down  at  such  an  inebriated  state  .  ‘  you  really  need  to  start  being  more  careful  .  running  into  a  fist  one  too  many  times  can  cause  real  damage  ,  you  know  .  ’  well  aware  cautionary  words  will  most  likely  go  in  one  ear  and  out  the  other  and  yet  he  can't  help  but  make  half  hearted  attempt  to  nudge  other  in  the right  direction  .  pair  reaches  entrance  of  the  one  apartment  for  which  they  have  keys  ,  metal  jingling  in  clockwise  motion  to  unlock  front  door  and  allow  them  to  teeter  their  way  into  orderly  bedroom  .  he  releases  companion  from  tight  grasp  onto  much  more  comfortable  mattress  ,  hurrying  toward  nearby  closet  to  provide  him  with  a  change  of  clothes  .  ‘  i'm  sure  there's  something  in  there  that  will  fit  ,  so  feel  free  to take  your  pick  .  just  don't  wear  my  uniform  ,  i  might  be  needing  that  in  a  couple  of  hours  .  ’

[renascientss]

𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷 :: i'm absolutely begging for a summer love plot where muse a goes on vacation to a beach town and meets muse b — the classic beach boy, tanned, always in the water or chilling by the shore. i need that bittersweet tension of "this won't last forever" mixed with the whirlwind intensity of a love that burns fast and fierce. give me all the sun-soaked moments, salty skin, and the feeling of impending goodbye hanging over every kiss. if you're up for plotting this short but steamy, heartache-filled summer romance, message me or like this post !!

[gardenwalls]

hello  everyone  !  thank  you  for  being  so  very  patient  with  me  and  my  absence  ,  things  kept  happening  one  after  the  other  ,  but  i'm  feeling  a  lot  better  now  .  i'm  not  planning  on  dropping  any  threads  because  i  love  them  all  ,  but  if  there's  anything  you'd  want  to  drop  please  let  me  know  !  i'll  dive  into  my  drafts  tonight  and  reach  out  to  whoever  i  have  not  responded  to  on  discord  .

[seolyoona]

CHASE INFINITI in ATEEZ's ‘BAD’ MV

[kdramaspace]

POTW #100: All-Time Favorite Korean Actor/Actress (as voted by our members and followers) 

#2 GONG YOO 공유 - Squid Game (2021) | The Silent Sea (2021) | Goblin (2016) | Train to Busan (2016) | Kim Ji Young: Born 1982 (2019) | Seobok (2021) | A Man and a Woman (2016)

[gardenwalls]

‘  i  didn't  introduce  you  as  my  boyfriend  ,  so  what  ?  ’  eyes  roll  almost  to  the  back  of  own  head  ,  disapproval  spreading  across  features  in  response  to  misfortune  he  has  brought  upon  himself  .  it  is  not  often  that  pair  crosses  paths  with  former  colleagues  ,  whose  mere  presence  sours  the  mood  for  the  rest  of  the  evening  on  his  behalf  ,  forcing  him  to  reminisce  about  derailed  dancing  career  he  cannot  seem  to  mourn  enough  .  ‘  let's  not  make  this  a  bigger  deal  than  it  is  ,  just  give  me  the  script  of  what  i'm  supposed  to  say  next  time  and  i'll  make  sure  to  study  hard  .  ’  /  @invcntions

[djotime]

Obsession 2026, dir. Curry Barker

[gardenwalls]

hello   my   beloveds   !   i'm   almost   done   with   drafts   ,   which   means   i   can   finally   do   a   starter   call   .   so   feel   free   to   like   this   and   i'll   write   you   a   starter   based   on   one   of   your   wanted   plots   !

[wesandresons]

SUPRIYA GANESH as SAMIRA MOHAN THE PITT 1.15 "9:00 PM”

[silkchvffon]

FLASHING PEARLY WHITES AT a pretty girl is no new routine to gray. it has, however, been an unspoken rule to not go fishing so close to home, but he is only a man and resolve falters quickly. she's endlessly charming, clutching her kettle and attempting to force life to plants that are beyond saving — even to his untrained eyes. « good, i'm glad, » he beams, though has half a mind to puncture a tire if it means she'll seek him out again. gaze travels from her flowers to her visage. at least being stuck in the same town for years makes him of some use. « there's a garden center by the old cemetery about fifteen minutes from here. if you know what road to drive. » a pause. « i could probably take you if you wanted. some day. today. whichever. »

[gardenwalls]

laughter  bubbles  across  glossed  petals  ,  reading  humorous  intent  into  other's  suggestion  ,  solely  due  to  the  fact  that  she  is  least  likely  of  all  to  know  which  route  to  take  .  ‘  that's  a  tempting  offer  ,  i  could  definitely  use  a  break  from  driving  for  a  day  .  ’  fingers  caress  decaying  flowers  ,  committing  only  to  a  short  term  period  of  mourning  ,  before  gleaming  pair  of  eyes  lifts  to  meet  neighborly  gaze  .  ‘  i  could  do  today  !  ’  in  her  newfound  motivated  state  ,  there  is  no  time  like  the  present  and  part  of  her  is  aware  that  should  no  action  be  taken  immediately  ,  she  may  well  neglect  this  gardening  project  even  further  .  arched  frame  leans  forward  ,  gently  setting  down  kettle  on  the  front  porch  and  dusting  off  hands  on  her  way  back  up  .  ‘  but  you  might  want  to  put  some  clothes  on  first  .  if  you  go  shirtless  ,  they  will  either  give  us  a  discount  or  not  let  us  in  at  all  ,  not  a  very  safe  bet  .  ’

[femaleraqe]

closed starter for @gardenwalls with romy bautista.

thirty  minutes  and  counting,  that  was  how  long  had  passed  since  her  date  was  supposed  to  arrive.  romy  didn’t  consider  herself  a  pessimist,  but  predicted  this  wasn’t  a  case  of  traffic  or  miscommunication.  she  was  being  stood  up.  and  still  she  couldn’t  fight  the  habit  of  letting  others  walk  all  over  her,  and  sinking  deeper  into  the  couch  intending  to  wait  around  another  half  hour.

“  what?  ”    she  then  mumbled  in  surprise  when  a  voice  drew  her  from  her  thoughts,  blinking  twice  to  reveal  their  face and turning an already bad afternoon into a worse one.  lila  hadn’t  changed  much,  from  when  romy  had  last  seen  her.  or  well,  her  face  hadn’t  at  least.  never  had  she  imagined  she  would  catch  the  other  woman  wearing  an  apron  in  public.  or  that  questionable shade  of  orange  in  general.    “  you  don’t  happen  to  serve  something  stronger  than  coffee,  do  you?  ”    she  asked  in  a  sense  of  jest,  or  cynicism.    “  whatever  you  brought  that  table  in  the  corner  looked  good  though.  can  i  have  one  of  that?  ”

[gardenwalls]

‘  well  ,  that  table  over  there  is  celebrating  a  special  occasion  .  from  what  i've  gathered  ,  it's  a  bachelorette  brunch  ,  they  have  a  long  day  of  drinking  ahead  of  them  .  ’  she  breathes  out  a  faint  sigh  ,  feeling  a  sense  of  envy  toward  carefree  sentiment  the  group  seems  to  share  ,  almost  reminding  her  of  past  life  she  has  long  given  up  on  .  ‘  and  what  you  saw  me  bring  over  to  them  is  a  pitcher  of  mango  rum  cooler  ,  it's  nice  and  sweet  .  ’  response  is  delivered  in  honey  like  timbre  ,  not  usually  as  gentle  toward  customer  antics  ,  but  even  she  can  not  resist  a  pretty  face  every  once  in  a  while  . for  a  moment  she  considers  patron's  features  to  be  familiar  ,  though  surely  she  would  remember  having  met  a  charming  presence  like  one  that  sits  before  her  .  tray  rests  against  distasteful  coral  hued  apron  wrapped  around  waistline  ,  one  that  she  has  complained  about  many  times  in  the  past  ,  eyes  narrowing  in  suspicion  .  ‘  i  don't  mean  to  intrude  ,  but  you're  way  too  beautiful  to  be  stressing  out  like  this  .  what's  got  you  asking  for  something  stronger  than  coffee  at  this  time  of  day  ?  ’