PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Cosmic Funnies
Xuebing Du
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shark vs the universe

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Peter Solarz
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Mike Driver
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$LAYYYTER

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cherry valley forever
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@jjuwu
This picture was one of the best my favorite in 2013
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I am warm~ *nods coolly then whispers* I feel weird, krease~ *clicks tongue* Supah weird~
[raises an eyebrow]
Why are you feeling weird Chanyeol? [leans in and whispers back] Is it because you are weird?
*blinks rapidly* Me~? Weird~ *chuckles darkly* Me and weird DO go together~
... What?
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I am warm~ *nods coolly then whispers* I feel weird, krease~ *clicks tongue* Supah weird~
[raises an eyebrow]
Why are you feeling weird Chanyeol? [leans in and whispers back] Is it because you are weird?
yo cool dude~ *comes up to you wearing baggy jeans with an over-sized jacket* I'm a cool enough now~?
You actually look quite warm.
Describe yourself in one word.
Hm.
Cool.
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Yixing’s yaoi handphone
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No Couches Aloud! Kris&&Lay
Yixing blinked at Kris, trying to figure out in his head if he had heard him right or not, because even if he hadn’t ever been to Canada it sounded like a pretty weird thing to let couches hang out of a window. “Are you sure they do? Or was it just you?”
He lifted his hand, his fingers curling into a light fist as he rubbed it over an eye, making his way over to Kris. “We need to get it back inside.” Yixing said, reaching out to help keep the couch from tipping out the window.
Kris's stomach flopped over with nervous attraction to the action of Yixing so adorably tired, the sleepy blink and eye rub making the other want to touch. But he still had an armful of ugly couch and a possible lawsuit of manslaughter on his hands.
"N-no it was a thing-- trust me." He replied, feeling more stupid by the second. "I've got it--"
At that moment, Kris adjusted his grip again, throwing his weight backwards to drag the couch back indoors. But his socked feet slipped and lost grip on the polished hardwood flooring and he lost his balance. He fell backwards, bringing the couch with him in an almighty pull of all of his weight, and the damn thing flopped on his stomach as he landed on his back. Winded, he coughed, still holding the piece of furniture. Luckily it wasn't heavy enough to do serious damage, so the tall blonde was simply winded, and extremely embarrassed.
Memorium ⚖ Kris & Jongin
Jongin noticed the clear change in the other’s demeanor, and a frown creased his brow slightly, unsure what he’d done wrong. He hadn’t laughed with any type of ill intent, simply out of his own awkwardness at having been the one to break everything off in the first place and make things strange between them. But when he stood and aimed to leave, Jongin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, not having expected that he would actually leave. He parted his lips to say his name, but no sound came out and the bell sounded instead.
He knew that Yifan had some problems, he’d always been rather troubled, but this was something he wasn’t really used to. And he wasn’t sure exactly what he was supposed to do, he knew he could just let him go and leave it for another time, but the look on the other’s face troubled him, it was the reflection of something dark taking over and he knew that all too well. So with a soft curse under his breath, he stood and followed, though he was well aware the other might not want to speak to him, or was already gone. “Yifan…” he called, almost pleadingly. They’d left it in a strange place as it was before, it didn’t need to happen again with what was a presumed misunderstanding.
Kris mentally berated himself as the chill of the spring mid afternoon air stung his arms through his uniform, crossing his arms over his chest in a feeble attempt to protect himself. That was such a drama queen move, just leaving like that. He didn't want to attract that kind of attention but his sudden emotional dilemma wrought no other choice, or so he thought.
He'd barely gotten three steps away from the cafe, although they were long strides, before Jongin's voice stopped him. He came to a halt in front of the alley way dividing the cafe from the next building over and Kris turned around. He shook his head as he caught sight of Jongin, looking away again almost immediately.
"It's not Yifan anymore, it's Kris." He said, keeping the tremble of unshed emotion out of his voice, barely. "Nobody liked Yifan Jongin. Everyone likes Kris better."
Cool // Chemi&&Kris
"What’s wrong with British boy bands? I like them. And it seems like you like them enough to have their songs downloaded in your phone, don’t deny it," she teased lightly. "But that can be our lil’ secret if you want it to be," she added with a smile.
Yongwon stared at the tall figure who was stuttering an offer to do the work himself. Contrary to her initial impression of him, he seemed to not have much of a way with words. It amused her in a way, and he felt more approachable to her now.
Her head tilted slightly at the mention of a job. “Your job? I didn’t know you worked here,” she remarked. “But even if it is your job, this mess is partially my fault. I have to take responsibility for that.” She continued cleaning, refusing to let him take the materials from her.
"Anyway, won’t it be faster if we both did it together?"
"What's one more secret to add to the pile?" Kris said with a shrug, withdrawing his hand when she didn't offer the cleaning supplies. "Besides, I'm not British, and I have a horrible taste in music anyway."
Kris stepped away, feeling an itch from the paint drying on the back of his neck and his seat of his pants, holding himself back from grabbing the worn denim and pulling it so it didn't stick to the back of his legs. He ducked his head and turned his body, looking over the white mass of congealing paint on his backside.
"I don't really work here it's just a one off." He said, shaking his hips a little in hopes of dislodging the fabric from his skin with no success. Kris sighed, looking back at Yongwon and flushing red again when he noticed she was still watching him. "And I'm not really in a rush but- Yeah I guess it-- it's okay to-- you know--" Kris waved his hands unhelpfully, pursing his lips when he couldn't think of the Korean word he wanted. "Help." He said in English.
130114 Kris & Junhee [Sudden Vicinity]
Her frail attempt to hide the brokenness within had always been futile before it was even executed, but the girl knew that she had to try. The brunette had no want to imbue the kindly male with problems that are not his to bear at all. So Junhee had miserably shut her eyes with the use of her hand, preparing herself for the waves of disappointment and failure to drown her. Oh, if one truly asked, this female was definitely able to swim, but in a sea like this, she too would lose the breath of life and succumb to the abyss of darkness. It was comparable to being stuck in the process of being buried alive, in a moment that oneself is no longer certain as to which side of the vital line they belonged — between life and death. For surely to merely exist is synonymous to being undead, right?
Choi Junhee waited deploringly for the imminent seconds in which the silent Kris Wu would react to her inane display. By chance, would he be the type of person to be appalled and disgusted at such girlishness; weakness? Was it not alarmingly probable that the male might have armed himself with words to wound, or walk away from a disaster that he happened to be entangled in against his entire will? She did not think poorly of the other, but the brunette was painfully ascertain that a person’s benign nature had their limits. And to continue standing in front of her would be a matter too personal for a mere stranger.
Therefore, it came as an absolute surprise when she, in turn, was embraced by the very student she least expected. An uncomfortable cough escaped her much too quickly, due to the ever present awkwardness and dislike towards skinship. It was unlike Junhee to assume instantaneously while she didn’t turn around to confirm the incident, but the low voice was unmistakably his alone to wield. The peaceable notes that resonated within her ears were unfair — because they were beyond logical fairness. At the same time, the brunette fought consistently to stay calm and dissipate the fears that beset her mind for the weight on her shoulders were deathly familiar to an event that occurred during an unscrupulous hour so long ago. Two men and her unparalleled companion, the loading of a revolver and the force that held her hostage— the scar that lingered as a haunting memory. His arms were brushing too close to it.
"Please don’t," were the syllables she wanted to whisper, but she realized they ceased from articulating because she actually liked the feeling after all. Unsettled by her vacillating emotions, the female focused on responding to his words. "You meant quits, right?" tittered Junhee carelessly, a smile adorning her sad, hidden face. "Goodness, I don’t think so…" The imperceptible motion of his tilting head that indicated increased proximity had genuinely startled her. Just how much was he willing to give? Remembering the fact that Kris spoke of her to be opposite of being pathetic, the brunette grinned at last. Imitating his earlier reaction, she too held his hands with much care and turned around, finally allowing herself the right to see him — when she doesn’t.
A new level of uncertainty swallowed the female student whole. How was it that she wasn’t able to descry him even with her eyes opened? His hands, she still had them in hers, so it was indubitable that he was present. Yet here she was, in a darkness so bleak that even the eidolon of the past had no access to. Gulping, Junhee blinked rapidly in an attempt to force a change in this aberrant pattern. That caused a small sigh to escape her lips after the supposed observation. Kris Wu,” began the female slowly. “I have no wish to alarm you any further than this, but if we don’t find somewhere relatively suitable like the lounge, I might just faint on the spot…” With a hasty, messy grin, Choi Junhee tersely explained her drastically decreased sight that only consisted a series of inconsequential light patches.
Kris regretted his decision for more bodily contact as she made a noise of being uncomfortable, the male making sure to keep his embrace light. He was used to second guessing himself, mentally kicking himself in the head for being careless as usual. The blonde hoped he hadn't done too much damage. He shrugged one shoulder as she spoke, finding no words to answer. But the tone in her voice eased his nitpicking emotions.
Kris let her hold his hands, the contrast of how big his were and how small hers were making him more than a little self concious. Kris looked her over again, a little nagging worry at the back of his mind about how tired she looked. He wouldn't say anything though, it was rude in more than one country to point out flaws in someone else's appearance, especially a woman, and Kris pushed himself to be as socially graceful as possible.
At her warning though, he shifted as if to catch her, fearing she might drop any second.
"If you do, I'll just lay down beside you and pretend we're cloud watching okay?" He said, his tone warm and comforting. At the explanation of her vision problems, his grip on her hands became slightly firmer, hesitating to touch her elsewhere. "I can take you back to your room, or to the infirmary." He said, lifting his head to look around, discerning their location.