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@himbyo-blog
wokebaedannyelfman:
bathtubaccidents:
sorry about my huge cool muscles everyone. apologies for my large powerful form
guys im really sorry about my big ole muscles that can lift things super good. can’t say it enough how sorry i am
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— CABIN IN THE WOODS 2011, dir. Drew Goddard
gcldess:
there’s doubt in her eyes. she’s pretty sure all their pets have, at some point, seen them naked. that isn’t what they’re arguing here! if you get into bed, naked, with a bird, then you’re a furry. a feathery. whatever. never mind the fact that abyo probably thought it was ching under the covers. how is that mistake even made? ching is way larger than a chicken. pucca’s been blackout drunk before — apparently, she once told ring ring her hair was pretty before using it to throw her across a room — but she’s NEVER tried to get into bed with a bird. “ it makes won a human-y. ” is that what you’d call an animal that’s into humans? not that it MATTERS; this is a pointless argument. pucca laughs again, eyes shimmering.
abyo’s eyes narrow at the statement. “ human-y? ” he repeats, as if repeating the word would make it sound more coherent in his head. hell, there was a lot that abyo didn’t know but even he was mildly aware that whatever that word was, it was NOT a thing. “ i mean, i can’t blame him. ching is a BEAUTIFUL lady, “ and there he went again with stars in his eyes whenever he thought about his girlfriend. his palms no longer go sweaty at the thought of liking ching in THAT way because as soon as they got together everything clicked and ... all was RIGHT in the world. abyo shakes his head. now was not the time for ROMANTIC fantasies, he had an honor to maintain! “ well, whatever. i am not a furry and it was an accident. ” he crosses his arms. “ besides, we all know big cats are the sexiest of the animal kingdom, ” he says, pointing two thumbs at himself. “ it’s why i possess the eye of the TIGER.”
jcurncy:
she looks at him, eyes slit in annoyance but heart beating with fondness. you’re a dumbass, she almost says. but instead, she looks around. “we’re back where we started. why do you think i said ‘we’re back again’?” she wouldn’t be surprised if he genuinely thought she was trying to start up backstreet boys karaoke in the middle of amission. “face it, abyo, we’re lost.”
they can hear a cicada’s cry vaguely in the distance, which added to the spooky atmosphere of the entire situation. they hadn’t meant to get LOST-- they usually had pretty good instincts and gut feelings about their directional skills (or at least abyo THOUGHT they did ) so instead of sighing in defeat, abyo places both of his hands on his hips and take a deep breath. “ well, if i know ANYTHING, it’s that the wind comes from the north, so-- ” he emphasizes by putting the tip of one of his fingers and trying out the four directions as to see where the air came cooler from. “ i say we go THAT way. ” he confidently says, pointing at... one of them. his bravado was all he had, don’t blame him.
SHAKESPEAREAN AESTH.
ROMEO & JULIET. suburban july. scraped knees. bruised knuckles. blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. your high school’s empty parking lot. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in the breeze. burning inside. an ill-fitting party dress. a t-shirt you cut up yourself. the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friend’s house. bubble gum. gas station ice. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. a car radio playing down the street. cheap fireworks. a heart drawn on the inside of your wrist with a sharpie. switchblades. red solo cups. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse. running out of options. the forlorn-looking basketball hoop at the end of a cul - de - sac. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. flip - flops. a eulogy written on loose-leaf. the merciless noontime sun.
HAMLET. speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half-remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn, mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter and spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you’d say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins. books with cracked spines. books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls’ day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty nightgown. an oversized t-shirt. a collection of your favorite words. the soil beneath your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.
THE TWELFTH NIGHT. wicker deck furniture. new england summer. large sunglasses and a blonde bob. a storm over the ocean. patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. the smell of chlorine. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love. love for the idea of love. love for love’s sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar. fishermen with tattoos. a pretty boy with a slacked tie. a lighthouse. growing too close. boat shoes. feeling yourself change. big, floppy sunhats. double-speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. margaritas drank on an inflatable pool lounger. string lights on a balmy night. sleepy june days. fights you’re unprepared for. hope you weren’t expecting. pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. becoming less of a stranger.
MACBETH. the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old bloodstains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat. the stillness after a battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. the smell of sulfur. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. a chilly breeze. crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck at 12: 00. a snake that crosses your path. an owl that watches you. a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke, dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. the high drama of small towns. a pickup truck. military supply duffel bags in the hall, hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch. a pitcher of iced tea. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. ill-timed proclamations. stomach clenching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down and thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen. a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, and her mama before her. a dog - eared rhyming dictionary. chamomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. lawn flamingos. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you’re home until you’re there.
KING LEAR. cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lighting. a too big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red - black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the tips of your teeth. the blown-out windows of a skeletal house. decay. jokes that aren’t jokes. biting your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles. tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods. wondering if the gods are listening. worrying that the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.
A MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT DREAM. the smell of wet soil and dead leaves. listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. a pill someone slipped you. fear that turns into excitement. excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hollow in an old tree. glow in the dark paint. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. finding glitter on your body and not remembering where it came from. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.
tagged by: @gcldess
tagging: i think the whole crew got tagged
gcldess:
the fragile smile solidifies on her face just a fraction, head bobbing. that sounds nice. it’s familiar and comfortable, nostalgic. she’s realized she doesn’t take well to CHANGE — oh she’ll let it happen, gradually and inconspicuous, but when it screams to be noticed …that’s when pucca finds herself hyperventilating, uncomfortable and out of her element. even if the change is, in the long run, for the better. it isn’t as if she doesn’t like hottie. she loves her off sense of humor and her accent and the way she makes uncle ho oh smile so widely. but the idea of her moving in … worse, of ho oh moving OUT … it makes pucca feel sick. she grabs hold of abyo’s hand, starting to lead them into the living room. ching would make her talk about this, get her feelings out and understand them. it’s a perfectly normal thing to do, and in the long run, it’s probably what she should do. but it’s not what she WANTS to do right now. she just wants to watch horrible kung fu films and pretend she’s still twelve.
abyo himself isn’t someone who is accustomed to change. not much has, indeed, changed ever since he can remember. he doesn’t remember his mother that well, he’s always been living only with his father and the biggest change in his life was when GARU came into his life, and abyo welcomed him with wide, open arms. he cannot imagine what pucca must feel like but his big, empathetic heart knows that he wants her to feel BETTER. small hand in his much larger one, abyo leads both of them to the living room and already makes a mental picture of what their fortress should look like. “i’m thinking we whip out my old POWER RANGERS comforter and watch a ton of BRUCE LEE action movies back to back,” he smiles widely, trying to lighten her mood. “what do you think, pucca?”
random starrter for @himbyo
her eyes jump from where she’s sharpening her swords to his always-shirtless figure and back again. then her eyes widen and she drops her swords, her brain fully registering what she’d seen. abyo’s shirt torn to sheds and bloody. his face with a gash down one cheek. she’s at his side in a second, helping him fully into the dojo and into a seat against one of the walls they kept for parents who wanted to watch. she steadies him and steps back, fully assessing the damage. most of the wounds only looked skin deep, but the cut on his face went deep. it might need stitches. “what the hell happened to you?” she twitches her fingers in and out of fists as she resists the urge to grab her swords and go after who’d done this. ching was rarely a vengeful person, but abyo looked like he’d been through a wood-chipper. she keeps her eyes on his. “what happened abyo?”
it’s not often that abyo seeks shelter from anyone other than his dad after a particularly difficult battle-- but father wasn’t here. attending a friend’s wedding outside of town and abyo had little to no experience treating his OWN wounds. sometimes his body was too big, he couldn’t reach certain places. ching’s arms surround him in a SECOND and it’s like coming back home. her voice, even though it was worried, rapidly brought him back to reality. he’s hurt, bloody but he’s home. “battle was bad,” he offers between pained gasps as his body follows all of the nonverbal orders ching throws at him. “everything was over and gone in a flash. i’m sorry i came here, didn’t know where else to go.”
“ remember when you DARED me to lick the swing set ? ”
@honrr
“Bro. I said ‘don’t lick it.’ I’m STILL telling you not to lick it.”
a groan TEARS itself at abyo’s chest. “ don’t TELL me what to do, garu ! ”
lucky to get to love you-a ching/abyo mix for @himbyo 01.lucky-jason mraz&colbie caillat//02.can’t fight this feeling-reo speedwagon//03.boyfriend-justin bieber (acoustic cover)//04.hero-enrique iglesias//05.tear in my heart-twenty-one pilots//06.she’s all i ever had-ricky martin//07.i melt with you-modern english//08.sex on fire-kings of leon//09.you’re the inspiration-chicago//10.helpless when she smiles-backstreet boys//11.let me love you(until you learn to love yourself)-ne-yo (redcarpetpops cover)//12.ruin the friendship-demi lovato//13.we belong-pat benetar//14.holding out for a hero-bonnie tyler (elise lieberth cover)//15.shower-becky g//16.can’t help falling in love-kina grannis//17.starving-hailee steinfeld&grey&zedd//18.eternal flame-the bangles//19.stickwitchu-the pussycat dolls//20.unconditonally-katy perry (beth cover)//21.make you feel my love-adele//22.love you like i’m gonna lose you-meghan trainor&john legend.
Lu Yao: I’m an independent, capable grown up who can take care of himself-
Also Lu Yao: *falls*
Chu Sheng: Uh-huh, you were saying?
gcldess:
needed him to do what? garu doesn’t even drink! she’s never been so drunk she slipped into bed naked with an animal. although yani has seen her naked, but that’s different. yani’s her cat. yani deals with pucca’s occasional nudity and pucca wipes yani’s butt when she gets poop stuck to her fur. she giggles, gently shoving abyo over. shut up, he says! as if he doesn’t speak more than enough for the BOTH of them. she clucks at him instead, and an eyebrow raises, question clear. he likes that better, the chicken sounds, right?
“PUCCA!” the scream comes out earnestly and with the slightest of red features to his cheeks. he does a motion for her to stop the taunting and the teasing before anyone else can get the idea that she’s calling him a chicken (not that the actual implication is any worse but STILL) abyo is NOT a chicken! he’s a kung-fu warrior, dangit! “garu was feeling bad so obviously i had to step in a make him feel better.” and by that he means he tried bonding over alcohol, it did not work and then abyo kept drinking-- hey, it did make garu chuckle at some point of the night, so it worked. “besides, i am not a furry. i’m pretty sure won’s seen ching naked, does that make CHING a furry?” ah yes, now he was asking the REAL questions.
jcurncy
she turns to see him in her doorway, shirtless as usual. sweat drips from his hair and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. the song continues on her speaker, but it fades into white noise when she sees his smiling face. a mischievous smile crosses her face. “you say that like anyone but me wants them.”
a DRAMATIC hand to his chest as he lets out, possibly, the world’s longest grunt. “ching, you WOUND me,” he says between a grin and a wink as leans against the doorway. “i am such a prize! you should consider yourself LUCKY that you got such a HUNK of a guy,” he continues, taking a couple of barefoot steps towards her. “i know i’m the luckiest man ALIVE getting someone as sweet as you. i just want a bit of that appreciation back.” he says before stealing the quickest of pecks on her cherry glossed lips.
what color is your muse
tagged by. @gcldess tagging: all of the #squad has been tagged so whoever wants to tbqh
you are goldenrod #DAA520
Your dominant hues are red and yellow... most of what you do is motivated by your need to change things and have a good time, but you've been known to settle down and think out a situation, too. You tend to surprise people just when they're starting to feel like they've got you down. Your saturation level is high - you get into life and have a strong personality. Everyone you meet will either love you or hate you - either way, your goal is to get them to change the world with you. You are very hard working and don't have much patience for people without your initiative. Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.
i am still figuring out abyo as i go along, so how about you click that HEART button and i see what we can PLOT together, yeah?
