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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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if i look back, i am lost
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@kjaejng
photo people, ep.1
— humble attempt at an ad.
i do realize that i chose possibly the worst time of all to come back to roleplaying world. to those who are here and stumble upon this post and my blog - hello, thank you and i hope you’re doing fine. if you’re not – it’s okay, it’s understandable and if you need someone, anyone: i’m here for you. did you know that, when it comes to troubling thoughts, talking to strangers is sometimes the easiest? i can offer my ears, my words (although they’re not much, i’ll admit), my shoulders and my brain, which can create a fictional world for us to lose ourselves in for a while. a world where nobody has to hurt – or where reaching out for help is simply much easier than in real life.
literate gen/semi-au account for min yoongi aka suga of bts.
( if you follow me, i’ll do my best to approach your muse as soon as possible, either with a tagged starter, inbox message or a plotting idea. )
For obvious reasons, I’m currently unreachable here and any roleplaying activity is halted for the time being.
Please, feel free to always reach out to me if you ever need a shoulder to lean on - whether it’s mourning the loss of your idol or any other situation that for some reason weights you down.
Always reach out, never give up.
what color is your muse?
rules: take this test and post your results. tagged by: @sojiluire -- thank you!
you are dark violet #9400D3
Your dominant hues are blue and magenta. You're the one who goes to all the parties but doesn't quite fit in at every one... you know what you want, but are afraid of what the world might think of it. You're a little different and that's okay with them, and if you're smart it's okay with you too. Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right. Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's. You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up. You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up.
tagging: @0408jhk @90yoda @leeyjin @spvtnik @xozitao -- apologies if you guys have already done it!
↻ — would you kindly reblog this post if you’re an active general krp roleplayer? with our numbers having been going significantly down in the past few months, the activity staying more on the oc side, this feels like a helpful way to see how much of us are left here and to find each other in hopes of getting new threads and interactions. thank you!
fyjaejoong:
KIM JAE JOONG ASIA FANMEETING TOUR in MANILA -- 171130
Q: If you could time travel, where would you go and why? Jaejoong: I do not want to go back. Currently, I am very happy.
France / October 2017
(170921) @jj_1986_jj: - [no caption]
hiatus notice:
TL;DR: Turning the unofficial hiatus into an official one.
Although the desire to write is here, I just cannot find muse for JJ. It’s been literally years since I started roleplaying him (four, to be specific -- four) and right now, I kinda feel like I’ve written about everything I possibly could, which probably isn’t true at all, but that’s what it seems like when I try to think of possible plots, relations, ideas. I thought about switching some things around with him, about adding a second AU verse -- but to be honest, I don’t want to do that. I created and developed him as a GEN muse and it’d feel very weird to do anything else with a character that’s been already so established. I don’t want to erase or alter his history, which in all honesty, I’m quite proud of. We’ve been through a lot, my JJ and me.
I’m currently working with another muse, one that had started as a pet project and turned out to be an extremely interesting and stimulating character to write about. It made me realize how much I still love roleplaying and how restricted my creativity felt through myself trying to keep JJ alive.
I’m not dropping the URL here, just because I don’t want to fish for attention, make anyone obliged to follow me -- and also because that fresh start is really nice. The people who I and my muse have kept in touch over the past months can assume that chances are we’re already roleplaying together there.
I also wanted to note that I’m not going to delete or assume this muse is dead. It’s not. We’re just taking a break from each other and later on, we will see where it takes us.
Thank you to everyone who decided to read this entire thing and I hope you’re all having a wonderful day.
@cjes.tagram: 거미의 5th 정규 앨범 타이틀곡 'I I YO' M/V Teaser! 의리남매 재중과 함께한 뮤직비디오 본편을 기대해주세요!
#거미 #GUMMY #5th #정규앨범 #스트로크#STROKE #타이틀곡 #IIYO #아이아이요 #티저 #영상 #Teaser #Video #공개 #발매#Release #6월5일 #오후6시 #김재중#JAEJOONG #뮤직비디오 #MV #의리출연#전국투어 #콘서트 #서울 #올림픽공원 #올림픽홀
Here's the #teaser you've been waiting for! Check out the MV teaser for Gummy's title song 'IIYO' starring JaeJoong as a manly boxer! Stay tuned for the full version that will come out on June 5th 6PM!
It was a calm morning. A quiet morning.
The kind of morning he didn’t have the chance to experience too frequently, always too many things on his mind, life too busy, the alarm clock too loud and early to allow him that tranquil sense of bliss and stillness. When he moves -- a truly miniscule movement, the tiniest shift of the entire body -- the warmth of the sun sneaking in through the windows is caressing his skin, a welcoming feeling that matched right with the gentle rustle of simple, white bed sheets. It was like one of those so very overdone scenes in movies (ones that he was, deep inside, a huge sucker for), except that this time, it was real and it was his moment.
Their moment.
Her smooth, peach tinted skin stood in contrast with the crinkled white of the bed, a splash of color here and there, as she successfully managed to tangle herself with the sheets in a way that made it seem like a riddle worthy of a few good minutes of resolving. Jaejoong kept a silent chuckle inside, always thinking with fondness about her sleeping habits that tended to be rather odd at times; he was sure that one day, he will wake up and her head will be all the way on the other side of the bed. (And honestly, he could not wait for this to happen.)
Even though she was still asleep, it was already her day: her sun to bask in, her fresh, late spring air to breathe, her time to shine, and laugh, and cry if she wanted to. The older Jaejoong got, the more his view on this one special day shifted: from loud parties and fireworks, to simple celebration of life and everything it consisted of. On that day, people could do what they want to do and be who they want to be, priviledged and free, because going through another year of hardships and happy moments, in his eyes, granted a person the right to unlimited liberation of anything and everything.
For him, her day meant that he got to celebrate another twelve months of being able to stand by her side.
It’d been a long time since he figured how to get out of the bed without disturbing her sleep too much -- they didn’t get to sleep together like that all too often, and getting to sleep in was even rarer, but through the times and times again it had happened, he managed to work it all out. When she moved, the kind of movement that stood somewhere on the edge of slumber and consciousness, he simply leaned in and pressed the lightest kiss to her shoulder, a quiet “sleep” whispered somewhere over the skin, the warm presence enough to coat her back in that soft sheath of dreams. In this moment, Jaejoong almost envied that serene, relaxed expression on the profile of her face -- but deep down, he was feeling probably just as peaceful as her.
Two toothbrushes. Two towels. (Actually, four. Because they both liked making ridiculous turbans on their heads after showering, only to end up with even more ridiculous hairstyles after they took them off.) Two pairs of slippers scattered in the living room.
They weren’t a new couple, but sometimes it still overwhelmed him -- how his life became filled with things times two. It was never just him, whether it were his thoughts, or conversations, or plans for the future, or shopping -- always two, twice, double, “us” not “me”, “we” not “I”. The longer it kept going, the more annoying were moments when he had to switch back to one, once, single, me, myself and I; he felt bad when he had to hide half of his life for the show recording at his place, both like he was lying and was lied to at the same time. Yejin was more than understanding, of course, (although he was nearly sure it bothered her too: something in her eyes, in how the carefree smile twitched at the corners of her lips), yet it ruined all the event’s fun for him. If they were the first to celebrate each other’s birthdays for so long already, would it really be so wrong for the two of everything to stay in the open?
But today wasn’t about him, Jaejoong reminded himself, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking it into a smooth mass. He put into it enough energy to rid himself of the somewhat negative thoughts and briefly wondered in the process if right now, half-naked and in the middle of his kitchen, he looked like those picture-perfect guys from the movies. (Probably not. He forgot to brush his hair and it most likely still resembled a bird’s nest. Oh well.) The scent of brewing coffee was slowly filling the air, soon joined by cooking eggs and many little things that were adding up and creating a small breakfast feast. They both preferred Western-style, so that’s what he went with; it was probably his favorite thing to cook too -- omelets, toasts, salads and freshly squeezed juice: it all felt very domestic to him, simple but effective. Breakfasts were their rarest shared meals, and the fact that their style was foreign, made it only that much more special; they didn’t need fireworks and huge birthday cakes, because this -- two plates and two cups -- meant more than anything else.
He was setting up side-dishes on the counter-table when she appeared in the kitchen space: still half-asleep, looking a bit surprised and perhaps a little overwhelmed at the sight (which meant something about the way they lived -- it really wasn’t anything that special, in the big picture). Jaejoong never told her that he would still be here when she woke up that day.
Even through the last bits of sleep in her eyes, the surprise and the confusion, she still smiled back at him when he did, her hands reaching for the offered cup of coffee as greedily as ever when the soft “good morning”s were exchanged. And it was so awfully domestic, so ridiculously special in its mundaneness. How she watched over the cup him flip, fold and slide the omelets on the plates, how he just enjoyed her warm, quiet presence at his side, how, when he nudged her towards the finished table, she didn’t hesitate even half a second to follow his gesture -- and how oddly graciously, as if they had rehearsed it, she turned when he pulled her back suddenly, sharing an intimate kiss and hasty but honest words, “happy birthday”, spoken like they were about to escape both of them.
And she just smiled, and kept smiling: smiling over the food, smiling in between the small conversations about the food, the weather, the dreams (so trivial, so perfectly normal and casual), smiling at feet touching one another (accidentally? intentionally?) in between bites.
And he smiled too, because it may have been her day -- but her day meant the world to him too.
@leeyjin
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INFO: Jaejoong will star in a drama version of GUMMY’s music video for her newest single. Release date: 5th June 2017. (1, 2, 3)
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@itzlily:
“ You know my opinion about you when it comes to this, but I don’t mind repeating myself. You’re extremely hot in your own way, otherwise you wouldn’t find so many fanfictions that describe your body in the tiniest detail out there, or the fan girls who would want to experience some pleasure with you and being so open about it, however…” Lily’s eyes soon averted from his frame back to her phone, where a picture of Channing Tatum was on its display.
“ He’s close to my ideal. Lets not mention his amazing dance skills that keep sticking to him even if he’s close to his 40s now. Definitely need me a man who would dance like that for me for the rest of my life. “ she shamelessly admitted, letting out a chuckle behind the back of her hand.
“Of course. Of course you’d come up with the weirdest way even to compliment me. Not only ‘in your own way’ sounds awful, but then this-- I really do not want to think about my fans in any of the contexts mentioned.” The sounds that escaped him was somewhere between a (manly, of course) whine and a growl, head resting in hands for a brief moment as the ideas happened to seemingly be way too much for his sensitive psyche.
“If this,” Jaejoong pointed to the phone’s screen, throwing it a skeptical look. He had never been a good judge of looks when it came to American beauty standards. “Is close to your ideal, then what is you actual ideal? I’m almost dreading the answer, actually.” A light scoff, eyes rolling a bit in a playful manner. “Well, okay, he can dance, but can he sing? I bet his version of serenading his woman would be a truly ear-deafening experience. While me--well. You know all about it.” He added smugly, all too pleased with himself.
❛ I’ve never seen you happier. ❜ // ( Thanks for following back! )
A few small, seemingly casual words -- yet they held such an enormous meaning, once they fully settled in Jaejoong’s mind. He never really thought about such grand matters: what he was going to do with the rest of his life, whether the thing he was doing now will have been regretted in the future, or - as prompted - if he was happy, or happier, or not happy at all, at any given moment. Hearing someone state something like that, with such ease, especially after not being in touch with him for so long, was important. Big. Meaningful.
“Am I?” He asked casually, with a smile that seemed to match the so-called happiness of his nearly perfectly. Even though he may have looked as casual as ever in that moment, the unexpected revelation had more impact on him than it seemed; he was happy, he found with surprise. “Many things have changed--some for better, some for worse, but in the end, the outcome is positive. The older I get, the calmer and more stable my life becomes, it seems.”
La Dolce Vita (1960)