ngl this doesn't look like me. the nose is a bit too narrow but i couldn't find one that fit the shape better. and the 2020 hair is a lil too short. mine touched my shoulders but it did look like that. the outfit and vibe wise... i guess it makes sense. kind of. i don't look like me but the 2023 one comes close!
i’ve definitely changed a lot since 2020 lol (to the point where people ask me if i’ve gotten plastic surgery 💀) but it’s interesting seeing it through a picrew!
tagging: @dreamescapeswriting @tyunsion @aura-mp3 @crowhyun @agustdiv1ne @planetdream + anyone else who wants to do it 🤍
Thank you for tagging me ash, I love a good picrew
Well let’s see. Me in 2020 was the worst mental state I’ve ever been in. I was crying daily, using very bad coping skills, but I made my way out. Ash if you’re reading this I’ll never be able to thank you enough for how you helped me through that time. Me now in 2033, there’s still some bad things going on in my mind and I’m still living with my parents but my home life has gotten slightly better. I’m growing my hair out, I have 2 (about to be 3) tattoos, I’m working at a place I dreamed of in high school, I’ve fallen in love with the most amazing man and have been in this relationship for 8 months, I’ve gotten more social since 2020 even though I’m definitely an introvert and started playing dnd so the dice earrings were appreciated. I’m still on the journey to getting better but it’s one step at a time.
author's note: I wanted to write this idea I got on the same situation as reader for a bunch of idols, so I just thought it would be better to keep it undefined. Please, read, think of your favorite boy and tell me who did you think of! I thought mainly of Wooyoung (ateez) and Mingyu (seventeen)
Rush hour always got everyone stuck on the streets, despite its concept being "everyone is in a rush, going as fast as possible".
Being stuck in a bus during rush hour wasn't uncommon to you and would often upset you, but that day it didn't, since you were leaving work with the promise of a well-rested weekend, everything you wanted at the moment as your week was packed with urgency. Your tiredness paired with the quietness of the people in the bus and the soft music coming out of your earphones made it a lot easier to relax you.
Also, being stuck in a bus during that time wasn't always horrible. You liked to see the streets from above, you liked to be able to look at the other side of walls that looked enormous when you passed by them on foot and it was nicer when you got a chair to sit on.
When the bus stopped again, you let your head rest on the cold window and did exactly that. In front of you, there was an apartment building and you could see that some curtains were closed and some were open, showing life going on inside the apartment.
You could see a woman working on her laptop, a couple cuddling on the couch watching TV, a man running after a toddler with a towel in hand, a man exercising, two women showing each other their outfits and a woman talking on the phone while watering her plants on the balcony.
In a way, it fascinated you how different these people were, how they lived so close, but led such different lifestyles from each other. Your relaxed state also thought it was beautiful and it made you smile seeing how they all seemed to be content with the end of their days, be it with getting ready to go out, exercising or simply cuddling with your lover. You wished for that tranquility.
Eight minutes later, you were stepping inside your own apartment, being greeted by warmth and a delicious smell of food. You closed the door, left your shoes by the shoe rack and dropped your bag on the table you had on the small hall.
— You're home!
And, at the end of the corridor, was the person that got smiles out of you even on the worst days, the biggest reason why coming home felt so dreamy. Your tranquility.
— I cooked your favorite. Thought it was a good way to start the weekend.
You smiled and walked to him, opening your arms to get your daily welcome hug. He would always hug you, peck your lips and ask how your day was after your arrival, but every time felt as good as the first one he did that.
— My day was okay, but busy. I'm really sorry I couldn't call you during lunch hour today, I barely rested.
— No problem, I understand. Sometimes, work gets the best of us and requires all of our attention.
Then, you kissed him again, basking in his body warmth, and returned the question.
— It was alright, but I missed you.
— You always say the same thing — she chuckles.
— I'm always missing you when you're not beside me.
You scrunched your nose and giggled in response to his statement, saying he was too sappy.
— I am, but it's all your fault, you know that, don't you? — You only nodded. — How about you take a shower while I finish things in the kitchen, then we can eat?
— Just another minute, please — you murmured against his shirt and heard his soft, agreeing hum.
So you stood there, in the middle of your apartment, hugging and rocking side by side very slightly. And if this was a movie, the last scene would be the camera filming you two and going out through the window, zooming out, to capture the different lifestyles going on inside the other apartments that had the curtains opened.
hello besties! as y'all have probably noticed, i have been severely inactive since posting my last fic and that is because i am indecisive!! i don’t know what i want to work on!!! so i want you guys to make the decision for me :D
below are synopses of the fics that i am currently juggling. please choose your top 2 and submit your answer on this poll! thank you :)
art incarnate — kim seokjin & kim namjoon
➯ you would do anything to get your art displayed in the gallery down the road from your dingy little apartment, anything to get away from the dreaded corporate lifestyle you have adopted in order to survive the sink-or-swim environment of new york city. an opportunity comes in the form of kim namjoon, the gallery’s very own curator, but when a new exhibition opens in the same gallery, you become entangled with seokjin, an unorthodox man trapped behind oil paint and a mahogany frame.
fax of life — mark lee
➯ the summer internship that you have been working your ass off for is finally yours. while being surrounded by people at least ten years older than you for the entire summer, the opportunity will strengthen your resume. there’s one catch, though: you have to share your position with another student the same age as you. he’s a little shy, a lot awkward, but that is all the more endearing. navigating the corporate world with him by your side makes working easy, and falling for him is even easier. this is the story of how you find your other half in the most unexpected way, and in the most unexpected place.
going under — lee jeno & na jaemin
➯ summer is a time to let loose. finals are over, the weather is warm, and the beach is calling your name. well, the hot-as-hell surfers on the beach are calling your name. equipped with the strongest sunscreen that you can purchase and waterproof, ruby red lipstick, you take on the sand and sun…and the two sunkissed, bright-haired boys who have set their sights on you. things never go as planned, though, and when you finally realize the severity of the situation, you’ve already sunk too deep into the waves.
party favor — min yoongi
➯ yoongi is bad news, that you knew from the moment you met him at your very first college party. it’s truly hate at first sight — him, the barely-passing junior high on drugs, and you, the straight-laced freshman only here to keep your friends in check — but that does not stop you from becoming tangled in his web, from falling into bed with him time and time again. you’re an addict for the way he makes you feel, but that does not mean he’s good for you.
nice save — choi san
➯ being best friends with two volleyball players automatically means you are their number one supporter. from freshman to junior year, you visited the volleyball team during their practices, bringing the volleyball team snacks but never sticking around. it’s now senior year, and due to having less classes, you decide to stay and watch. you only want to support your tall best friends, but when they introduce you to san, your crush since freshman year, everything changes.
red — hwang hyunjin
➯ born without a soulmate, the topic is a sore one for you. even when you suddenly wake up with a red string attached to your finger on your twelfth birthday, your mind does not change. the string’s constant tugging is a nuisance at best, a painful reminder at worst, and while moving to seoul was supposed to be a new start, you soon learn that that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
love language — choi beomgyu
➯ being able to communicate with your soulmate through your thoughts should have been great, right? wrong, especially when his thoughts are in a language you didn’t speak. enter online korean lessons, a soulmate who openly makes fun of your pronunciation, and a trip to korea that ends up being a lot more embarrassing than you thought it would be (you didn’t mean to exclaim ‘fuck’ in front of that old lady, you swear!).
theartofmadeline
tangentwithtanner
snowghoul
