小丑面具

Han Geng - 30 - Stripper - S/O: Bisexual - R/S: No. - Gone Mad

[songoshen]

chun(face) + emoji  ~ヾ(＾∇＾)

[dancingphoenix-blog]

[hxngxng]

Just so you know, I loved you. All of you. It was exhausting.

[wearealsoboats]

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

[imthe7deadlysins-deactivated201]

I’m a mess of a person but I’m loyal and I’ll love you with everything I have.

[carving]

Don’t chase people. Be yourself, do your own thing and work hard. The right people – the ones who really belong in your life – will come to you. And stay.

(via carving)

[wnq-writers]

You’re allowed to miss the people who were bullets to you, but you’re not allowed to let them shoot you again.

(via xxwoobin)

[dominicared]

[crimsonsagat]

[mintokkies]

[pastel-lipz]

I wonder whose arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved.

this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too  (via bl-ossomed)

[storybookinseoul]

Leaning into the women, he allowed them whisper into his ears. Chuckling he waved his hand at the other dismissively. “I can’t. I have to take responsibility! Their children need a dad, I can’t just leave them” He spoke loudly with a drunken nod, directing his attention back to them. “Go dance with that man you love or whatever…don’t cling to me”

[hxngxng]

And just like that he needed a drink. With a dark look Zhivko’s way he left his own partner stumbling as he stalked back to the bar. He ran a hand roughly through his hair as he asked for a beer. He slaps the won required down on the sticky wood and seated himself. Zhivko could drown in his own vomit for all he cared. But still, Geng found himself peeking glances back just to make sure the guy hadn’t done anything too stupid.

[storybookinseoul]

“Nope…I want to dance” The demon shook his head violently at being asked about water, stirring away from the other and heading to the center of the dance floor. Definitely something he’d never do if he was in his right mind. Definitely not. He wasn’t an amazing dancer but he was able to keep up with the general rhythm, dancing with a couple of girls almost as intoxicated as him.

[hxngxng]

“I know you do, but you--” he groaned and turned to follow. It’s his sober duty, after all. He let a girl lean against him, because while she might think they’re dancing, he knew that this odd, drunken swaying is far from it, to keep an eye on you. “Zhivko...” He called after a few songs. “Come dance with me instead.”

[hxngxng]

"I'm not drunk, you're drunk" - Z (I think we need a thread where he's totally smashed for once while your muse is like completely sober, watching make bad decisions in the bar because I just really need)

I am not. (/he chuckles softly and reaches over to brush Zhivko’s hair from his forehead.) But you certainly are, my friend. Do you want some water?

( yes we should

[siwonchoi]

for genghyuk

[hxngxng]

“Of course I know how to get home,” he replied indignantly. “And, and… my act is very much together. Very directed. You know? Directed towards it being a shit show where the man I love hates me and I drink more than I ever have in my whole life.” He leaned against the demon with a quiet whine, drinking in every bit of comfort through touch he can handle. He pressed his face into the other’s neck and shuffles forward until they’re pressed together on the street, unconcerned with who might see them. “I’ve been mugged before. But now I know how to use a knife! Godfrey helped me.”

[storybookinseoul]

Jealousy. Longing. Regret. He was indifferent to those the concept of those emotions, making it difficult to comfort those around him. Not that he was much of the caring type but every now and then after being around humans so long, it was inevitable. “If you really love him, I don’t think you should be embarrassing yourself in the street in like this” He noted removing their hands from him and stepping back, going back behind the and proceeding to guide them again. “Let’s just go home quietly alright? I’ll drop you off and we can see each other next time alright? I’ve go friend that may help me remove these” He referred to the wings that still hadn’t disappeared. “I’ll spend the night here, I think it would best if you sobered up by yourself”

[hxngxng]

Those words cut sharply. He swallowed and took a step to the side, away from the hands guiding him, so he could turn and face Sungjoon without being too close. "You think I'm embarrassing to be around? And now you don't even want to be around me?" His brows furrowed deeply. What was it about him that made people do this, made them want to leave, because he needed to fix it, he hated it, needed people to want to be around him. "Don't take your wings off. I like them," he replied with a faint smile. With that he turned and headed towards his apartment, still with a faint weave in his step, but more purposefully.

[hxngxng]

I hate the idea of someone else touching you.

[hxngxng]

[/He takes a deep breath, focusing on not putting his fist through the wall. When he's calm enough he exhales and his voice is quiet, resigned. ] If you think that then you never knew me at all. Good bye, Geng.

Not even a hug, Yunho. Words are wind. (/he shakes his head and tugs at Mei) Heel, girl… (/he turns away and heads to the stairs)