t i c k 💣

“intuition,” she said, “always has our best interests at heart. it’s a voice that can tell us which ones to hold at arm’s length && which ones to keep close. but i became distracted by fear, doubt, my own stubborn hopes && refused to listen...but it won't happen again”

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↬ imssg ; violent angel ｡

minsook: am i not allowed to have feelings im just a human

minsook: this is cyberbullying

minsook: i make one mistake and suddenly im getting threatened

yumi: i never said that, i just didn't realize you had any

yumi: listen here, kid. don't tempt me

yumi: i'm also confused???? because?????

yumi: i don't make threats, only promises 😉

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↬ imssg ; open ｡

minsook: this day is so shitty

minsook: i ruined my phone, got sick and upset a lady in just three hours :-(

minsook: dont u think i deserve cuddles n hot cocoa to cheer up now :-( :-( :-(

minsook: wait holy shit

minsook: wrong number shit sorry !! let's pretend this never happened ok thanks fam

yumi: ...are you a child? 🤣🤣

yumi: you didn't strike me as the type, which is why i can't just forget this

yumi: plus, you're the dumbass who sent this to the wrong person

yumi: and since i'm me, i'm always going to use it against you

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sunacide:

“I-I Just wanted to see if you were okay…your h-hands..” For Sunah to be out at bar was shocking enough to her system but seeing a mini fight and secretly cheering on the woman. She felt the need to check on her, Sunah was a bit to introverted and shy. She passed a clothe to her. “To clean up.” Her eyes looking anywhere but at the woman’s.

onyx hues show no sign of warmth, anger burning at the tip of her tongue. who is this woman and what gave her the idea that yumi needed to be checked on? arms fold over her chest, eyes dropping to the cloth. "let me explain something to you...” poison drips from her words, an upper lip curling to showcase her fangs. “i don’t need help, especially from the likes of you. nor do i need to be checked on --- as you can tell, i’m perfectly capable of handling myself, so do yourself a favor and don’t insult me again,” her leg kicks back, her heel making contact with her victim’s side, “unless you want to end up like this piece of shit. plus, this isn’t something i want to wash off.” her arms unfold to reveal the beautiful bloom of reds and purples atop her knuckles, her scowl replaced with a proud smile. “don’t you see the way it all glistens in the moonlight? it’s enthralling. why would i want to rid myself of it?”

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javhyuns:

          CHAOS always had it’s way of finding jaehyun ; perhaps he was simply never in the right place, keeping the company of lowlifes & scum —  those with similiar attributes to himself, of whom he fitted in with, without STANDING out. he doesn’t r u n from it but instead relishes in it, bringing some pleasure to miserable existence, & this was but one example. he didn’t even f l i n c h when he exited the bar & saw the beating, numb & well accustomed to violence. though, his eyes never left the sight once. igniting a FLAME, the very end of a cigarette burned & it was popped between dry lips ( which sported a grin, highly amused by what he’d become a witness to ) —  & even when he was spotted, it didn’t budge. ❛ not much by the looks of it. you gonna deliver that last HIT or what ? ❜

the familiar voice triggers a change in yumi’s demeanor; her cruelness is now bordering on the playful side --- she always likes when she has jaehyun as a spectator. without a second thought, she’s focused back on the body lying on the ground beneath her, offering not one, but two penalty kicks to the rib cage. finally accomplishing what she had set out to do, the bartender turns and skips towards the other, his nickname flowing from her lips like her favorite song, “hunnie~!” but that’s a delayed reaction. she stops in her tracks as his words finally sink in; her smile fades, a pout replacing. “hey, just because i like you doesn’t mean you can get away with saying i look like ‘ nothin’ much ’, i put a lot of effort into...well, this.” with a huff, she’s closes the distance; her arm snakes through his as happiness is returned. she’s a fan of the fighter; he’s an enigma that she hopes to solve one day, but for now, she focuses on simply enjoying his company. “anyway, too bad you didn’t show up earlier. i’m sure we could have had a lot more fun. where are you headed now?” 

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isaheo:

     time had passed, hours rolling by ( eyelids flickering to a shut and GONE ), darkness having descended, unknowingly, in the period of time dedicated to browsing the bookstore —— a collection having settled around his frame ( each title varying from the next, pages bled with words constructed in a manner that iseul could only dream of reproducing ). concluding his hunt, satisfied with the NEW additions to an evergrowing bookshelf ( he’d have to replace the current shelving system soon, as it was beginning to overflow ), the boy slipped the pieces into his bag and exited. that was the PERK of working in such a place— the books didn’t come free, but, he’d simply make a note and the owner would muster a contribution… which, was never much ( at least not for iseul, a beloved worker ). darkness sparked paranoia, shaken fingertips locking the building, before his petite frame DESCENDED down streets—— the faster his pace, the sooner he’d be home and the sooner he’d feel safe… HE FROZE. a noise broke through the hushed air, terror dancing in obsidian hues ( that remained fixated ), the instant he recognised the source to be a result of violence. nausea tugged within his stomach ( he couldn’t breathe, dizziness swelled, clouded senses ) and a desperation to flee sparked— but, he couldn’t ( it was as if feet were nailed to concrete ). words spilled from the lips of the other and iseul knew they were meant for him, so, he forced himself forward —light that threaded onto streets, settled onto his expression, tainted with terror, as he clawed for breath… “ y-yumi? ” his voice cracked, as he ( believed ) to have recognised the body before his own, “ i… i—i’m s-sorry. ”

her heart sinks and she swears it has stopped beating. as her luck --- or lack of --- would have it, the intruder’s voice belongs to someone she’s grown to love, someone she has tried ( desperately ) to keep hidden from this side of her. he’s pure, like the freshly fallen snow that coats gangnam in the dead of winter, while she’s just the opposite --- dirty and dark with the devil as her regular dance partner. it’s no secret to her that they’re an unlikely pair, but he elicits a side of yumi that she doesn’t play with often; not to anyone’s face. he’s special. or, he was. until she had ruin it ( much like everything she touches ). her initial thought is to run, to pretend as though the person he saw tonight was someone else, she can’t afford to lose another person, but her body won’t allow her. ‘ issy deserves more and it’s better, for the both of us, if he learns now. ’ yumi steps back, the darkness of the alley used as a cloak to hide her befouled state. “issy,” her voice is soft and weak, everything she tells herself she should never be, “don’t be sorry. it should be me who apologizes. i’m sorry i’ve lied to you and i’m sorry this is how you find out that i’m unworthy of being in your life.” is she talking loud enough to be heard? the demons whispering in her ear are making it hard to tell, but she’s scared. her mind is clouded, which means her judgement is too --- and that is a dangerous combination. “run, issy.”

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hcneybii:

DUMBASS ?? that haughty woman did NOT just call her a dumbass. nara wasn’t known to have a temper or any explosive outbursts, but when she needed to get angry, did she GET angry. but, being one of those occasionally goody-two-shoes kind of girls, she reminded herself of a little calming trick her father taught her. pushing herself up from the ground, she carefully dusted off her one partially torn legged jeans and shut her eyes before speaking. one wave, two wave, three wave … CALM. no more anger, no more skin breakouts, completely… and utterly… relaxed. looking at the woman in front of her, she glared at the sight of her dress, clearly annoyed by her comment. ‘ it’s not nice to call other people stupid, ’ both of her arms crossed themselves neatly over her chest. no way was she going to let the other female taunt her before she taunted back. ‘ so next time, why don’t you try to be STUPID and not insult people you don’t know ??  ’ 

amusement paints the female’s features, her eyes sparkle as she watches the other. pain, sadness, anger --- those are things yumi finds herself enjoying the most when observing others. those negative emotions make her feel less ... alone and she basks in them. another laugh tumbles into the air; she finds the other’s attempt cute, almost. “well, if there’s one thing you should ever know about me, it’s that i don’t believe in being ‘nice’. in my world, that’s just another word for ‘ fake ’ and ‘ weak ’.” yumi steps a little closer, closing the distance between the two strangers. “plus, i call ‘em like i see ‘em. if you’d prefer not to be called stupid, then don’t be stupid. do you really need everything spelled out for you?” orbs disappear slightly behind narrowed eyes, her merriment still plastered on smooth rosy red lips. “and the fact that you’re getting irritated just goes to prove my point: you were being a dumbass, hence why you embarrassed yourself in public. anyway, i suggest you clean that before it gets infected or your idiocy humiliates you any more than it already has.”

[balifor]

[wnq-writers]

She sins to forget that she has a heart.

Maram Rimawi (via wnq-writers)

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[text]: What does it say about my self-esteem if I continue this? / [text]: Your Snapchat story was solely footage of stray cats and whiskey shots ( well ,, time to sing hello * adele vc * hello ,, )

( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : i didn’t think you had self-esteem to being with.( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : anyway, deep conversations aren’t for me, so i’ll just say this ( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : whether you believe it or not( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) :you’re totally gorgeous( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : start living for you for a change!!( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : AND don’t forget( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) :my bedroom door is always open for when you do.

( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : i mean, it would be of us too, but( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : you keep?? playing hard to get??( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : giving me the run around and offering up dumb excuses..( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : who is this person that’s so important to you??( imsg ➜ gorgeous😋 ) : i need to know………you know, for science. 😁

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[text]: anyone coming over i expect to be here by 8. there’s cake.

( imsg ➜ minsook. ) : did you literally just mass text me..( imsg ➜ minsook. ) : an invite.. to eat cake??( imsg ➜ minsook. ) : delete my number right the fuck now. ( imsg ➜ minsook. ) : and do both of us a favor.. forget i exist.

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[text]: Some guy tried to give me a high five out here and when I denied him he called me ugly

( imsg ➜ miran. ) : tbh.. i don’t give a fuck??( imsg ➜ miran. ) : especially because..( imsg ➜ miran. ) : you’re not telling me you nut punched him??( imsg ➜ miran. ) : why would you just let him get away with that shit??( imsg ➜ miran. ) : and you’re not ugly. i mean, i’d do you. gladly.( imsg ➜ miran. ) : listen, get me a name. or a picture.( imsg ➜ miran. ) : i always welcome an opportunity to be violent 😉

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               stars litter the sky, glistening above her as though they were applauding and her lips curl into a cruel smile. she’s in her natural habitat --- alcohol coursing through her veins and crimson red decorates her knuckles ( and her white dress, but she’s never felt more beautiful ). she’s free, her body moves as if on autopilot, but she’s calculating; every attack is planned carefully. she’s precise, making sure to deliver blows to areas that will do the most damage: nose, jaw, throat ( and sometimes between the legs when she’s feeling cheap ). after all, he’s disrespected her and yumi couldn’t just let that go. the bartender is presently  surprised when he attempts to protect himself, the dose of adrenaline intensifies, but she’s let down; he doesn’t keep with her for long. his body falls to the floor with a loud thump and she takes a moment to laugh before spitting at the male unconscious beneath her. “next time, think before you fucking touch me again --- i may be easy, but not that easy.” hair on her arms stand at attention just before she delivers her final blow; her body stopping mid-swing, limbs frozen as if she’s preparing to kick a soccer ball. her foot is dropped and she clears her throat, bruised and dirty hands straighten her dress. yumi pivots in her heels, grey orbs shooting daggers at the silhouette in the distance. “the fuck you lookin’ at?”

[lesbianstyle-tisfs]

[whambamthankyoubram]

more texts for you bitches [pt 2]

angsty af texts

[text]: I’m not talking about this with you anymore I am so mad [text]: So you decide to treat me better AFTER you break up with me…yeah, no. Not gonna happen. Lay off. [text]: FYI telling a person to calm down is about the LEAST productive thing one could do! [text]: Do you seriously have that little respect for me? [text]: You’re a piece of shit. [text]: Take a hint – I want nothing to do with you. [text]: I hate that bitch. [text]: I don’t think this is how you treat someone you love [text]: You have to take me back. Please. [text]: I don’t like to leave loose ends and I realized I needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities. [text]: It’s like you didn’t even realize what you said was immensely fucked up. [text]: I also broke up with my [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other] tonight [text]: What does it say about my self-esteem if I continue this? [text]: I just don’t really feel like being your secret. [text]: I just feel like no matter what I say it’s not correct [wrong number text]: I think I’m gonna break up with [your muse]…I’m done. [wrong number text]: [Your muse] just pissed me off so much.

flirty af texts

[text] Well, let me fuck you while I make potatoes. It’s every girl’s dream. [text]: I’m sorry I asked to make out with you last night [text]: So you don’t remember asking if you could kiss me? [text]: Is it gay if I had sex with a guy during a threesome? [text]: You have to love more than my vagina to be boyfriend material [text]: I get nervous saying so in person, but I thought you were pretty adorable [text]: Good morning. It’s [your muse’s name], the cutie you met on Tinder. [text]: If we’re both single by the time we’re 30, let’s elope. [text]: You’re not single, are you? [text]: I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in [text]: Here’s an unsolicited pic of my tits, because you almost died last night. [text]: Speaking of lightening speed, he ate me out while I was watching The Flash. If that’s not winning at life idk what is [text]: Hey so I was thinking, would you like to grab a drink this weekend? [text]: We just had sex in the shed while having a conversation about cheeseburgers…so that’s how my Thursday is going [wrong number text]: Do you think [your muse] would say yes if I asked them out for drinks? [wrong number text]: Holy crap [your muse] is fucking hot [wrong number text]: To quote Rachel Green, [your muse] is so pretty, I could cry [wrong number text]: I could never talk to [your muse] … [he/she/they] is so cute I’d be so embarrassed.

friendship af texts

[text]: You didn’t choose the taco life. The taco life chose you. [text]: Your Snapchat story was solely footage of stray cats and whiskey shots [text]: I’m eating pizza in the bathtub [text]: I got high with a cute stranger. But [he/she/they] has a [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other]. Sad. [text]: Dude [he/she/they] must have been cute to get you to smoke with [him/her/them]! [text]: If he’s into you and he’s got a girlfriend, what does that say about his character? [text]: I’ve been out with this guy twice and no kiss! [text]: I’ll eat brunch alone. No ones good enough when you’re not around [text]: Anyone coming over I expect to be here by 8. There’s cake. [text]: I’m masturdating. Going out alone! For fun. [text]: Is it rude to send him a “Happy Birthday I Hope You Finally Get an STD” text? [text]: Some guy tried to give me a high five out here and when I denied him he called me ugly [text]: Please stop putting yourself down I hate when you talk badly about yourself [text]: If you’re having problems, don’t worry about mine. You’re your own priority. [text]: You should just dump [him/her/them] and move on. [text]: I’ve had so many people in like the past week tell me they were closing on or saving for a house…I’m just like, have fun with that [text]: You might have a house but I just spent hundreds of dollars on highlights so who’s really winning here [text]: He was so cute, it was a shame it didn’t work out. I loved his face and his penis [text]: You also look amazing in that pic I can’t stop looking at it lmao [text]: As soon as I saw [he/she/they] asked me out for drinks, I was like aw fuck [text]: Your mom is drunk at the bar

[seolhyunsgirl-deactivated201707]

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hcneybii:

DISTRACTIONS, DISTRACTIONS. going for a walk in the park was a method that seemed to help shoo any of the flies called a distraction away from her mind, but sometimes, those little buggers wouldn’t want to end their forced visit in her head. but what could she do? nara’s thoughts never seemed to stop, c o n s t a n t l y cranking like a hamster on a wheel, trying to see how fast it could go. ‘ dad’s birthday is coming up next month so i may as well buy him a gift… or maybe…’  she paused, shaking her head after that TERRIBLE idea. how could she when it was in a MONTH? he might hate the gift she would buy if she bought it too early. she buried her hands in her hair, covering her face with her brown locks to hide the embarrassment she currently called herself. ‘ come on !! ’ she exclaimed to herself. ‘ good job, nara. you had to think AHEAD of time and make yourself STRESSED out for NO good rea—’ wondering if she ever STOPPED walking with her hair in her face? answer: she didn’t, and that’s exactly how she tripped and collided with the ground. that untied shoelace was surely trying to catch her attention and it damn right did. sitting up from her suddenly fall, she let out a soft whine of pain, falling back onto her backside and rubbing her shin. ‘ o u c h … ’

the streets of gangnam are her personal runway. long legs carry the bartender confidently, a white dress hugging her curves. honey hues stay straight ahead, careful not to make any eye contact with passersby until she breaks her focus to check the thin watch adorning her wrist --- she’s running early, so her pace slows; being early to anything ( except her classes ) is out of character for her. thankfully, it doesn’t take long before she’s offered a distraction. sudden movement causes her head to turn, attention now on another female. she stops; laughter spills through rose petal lips, her body folding over slightly as a hand softly slaps her thigh. “you should have seen your face!” yumi stands upright, a perfectly manicured finger wipes a tear from her left eye. “i really need that, but next time, don’t be stupid. it’s not that difficult to stop and tie your shoe, dumbass.” 

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dvbins:

❛ he was scribbling down on a paper, doodling, just w a i t i n g. daniel has been sitting on the cafe for what had been hours now, and he had ignored the ugly looks the barista had directed him – in all honesty, he much preferred the other one, she seemed to like all the winks he directed in her direction. he resigned, finally, deciding to get up and make his way out – but not before spotting a target. he bumped into them, and in a smooth move, bent down, pretending to pick up their wallet from the floor. “ hey, ” he turned, “ i think you dropped this. ”

it’s her usual spot --- a place to de-stress, away from the violence and chaos she regularly seeks. the cafe is busy, but despite the foot traffic, she can still be alone ( it’s also a good place to test her observation skills --- they’re prominent to her survival ) and it’s actually sort of...peaceful. after a few hours have passed, yumi is finally satisfied with her day’s work; plus, the wooden chairs weren’t all that kind to her backside. slender legs begin to carry her to the exit, but a solid body stops her with a soft huff. jade hues ( her lens of choice today ) shoot daggers until his facial details are revealed; he’s a lot more gorgeous than she had anticipated. her features warm, soften like butter under the heat, and she smiles. “that’s okay, you can keep it. it’s not mine, anyway.” yumi tosses her head in the direction of a gentleman sporting a suit who seems to be distracted by, what sounds like, an important business call. “he was being a dick, ergo i took it. i was going to buy myself lunch, but you’re cute, so please; be my guest.”