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excess ooc post to say i love mamamoo and moonbyul awakened my bisexuality. also go hype their new song. okay replies now i’m determined.
okay i am letting replies pile up on me and it’s stressing me out. i am going to do them after i wake up and you’re welcome to message me and remind me and kick my ass.
cell phone headcanons
send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including: - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone - my muse’s last text to your muse
connectivitty:
ofyewons:
she felt a sudden urge to protect the girl. she knew her type. the type to throw up a facade; it was a common defense mechanism, and she swears everyone in this damn city uses it. including herself. yewon watches with careful eyes, a warm smile on her face. “no worries, i… i kinda felt bad,” she admits with a slight hesitance. “i mean - i was watching and i could’ve stopped them, but i didn’t, so… sorry. are you alright now?”
“yeah you could have.” kyung says biting at her lip. she’s trying to be civil she r e a l l y is. but her neck is flushing HOT and she just wants to unleash. “seriously.” she says stepping back. “i’m fine, it’s a drink not the end of the world. i don’t need your guilt.”
me: do replies
me to me: play bratz rock angelz.
five word prompts
an-exotic-writer:
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
jaesvng:
the second the sound of her voice hit his ears, it immediately triggered a scowl to curve its way down his brims, followed suit by the roll of his eyes and a soft scoff. out of all the people who managed to penetrate through his thick skin of delusion and pure, unadulterated ignorance – kyung might just be one of the few who actually managed to coax more than just a simple roll of his eyes and a snide remark or two. ‘ and people like you only exist in hell but y’don’t see me bitching about it, ’ jaesung turned to her with the quirk of his brow. ‘ the kind of asshole you’re clearly obsessed with. look – why the fuck are you even here ? if you’re looking for the person that shoved that stick up your ass, news flash – it isn’t me, ’
her pouty mouth downturns quickly. there’s something about the vitriolic BACK and FORTH between the two that she keeps coming back too, it makes her head spin so fast she feels like she might be sick. every time she feels anger fizzing and bubbling beneath the surface, he always manages to be around the next corner. she can’t help but e x p l o d e . her brain is near short-circuiting from the way his smug smile mocks her. “god you fucking-” she bites her cheek and releases a well-deserved breath. she won’t let him win this. “i’m here jae-” she spits his name like it tastes b i t t e r on her tongue. “-because i was invited. despite what you might think the world isn’t made to please you and only you.”
jvnhos:
EYES FLATTER ON the soaking white dress, evidently seeping through to show undertones of skin before regretfully, looking away –– taking a sip of his beer bottle that is seemingly half empty by now, unable to do anything but feign ignorance towards the consequences of his actions. she looked like she needed a good soak from someone who really knows how to use his … supplies. “ sorry –– slipped, ” he drawls from the rim of his cup, eyes returning towards her chest. “ what were you sayin’ again, sweetheart ? seems i’ve gotten a little bored. unfortunate, really. ”
she’s three steps away from FUMING. kyung stands steadily on the precipice of saving face and finally u n l o c k i n g the floodgates. but she won’t give him her tears, instead she’ll serve him her venom. her arms cross sharply over his chest and her brown eyes crease into a glare. “well sweetheart-” she bites. “i was saying i hope you plan on paying for this to get dry cleaned. and on refraining from slipping any more. let me know if you need me to say it slower so you can comprehend.”
ofyewons:
yewon wasn’t the one who had thrown the drink but she was certainly the one who ENCOURAGED it. that was how she PLAYED; not the one to get her hands DIRTY but the one to SPECTATE and act as the mouthpiece from within a safe view. her moral compass may have been IMPAIRED, but it wasn’t broken; which is why she caught sight of an abandoned jacket she picked it up - surely the owner wouldn’t miss it - making her way towards the girl. With a clear of her THROAT, she extended the cloth out wordlessly. She wasn’t expecting the other to take it, but at least she could say she TRIED.
it’s rare kyung will get this far with someone. her nature usually drives them off, but she can’t help flushing with embarrassment as she takes the jacket. here she was boiled down to a sad, little damsel in distress. she feels utterly pathetic as she wipes the last of the beer pooling under chin. the jacket is a w a r m , d r y welcome that only serves to remind her how very fragile she is at the moment. her face remains strongly neutral as she mutters a soft “thank you.”
it’s not the first time kyung’s had a drink thrown on her, but it doesn’t make the beer dripping down her clavicle any less h o t and s t i c k y . her white dress is soaked through, flushing a light brown and clinging to her skin. she pats gently at her chest with a wet paper towel and finally lets out an audible sigh. her vicious tongue has a mind of its own, striking whenever it pleases. it always drags her into shit like this.
jaesvng:
with one outstretched limb crossed over the other, a cloud of vapour weaved itself out of parted brims. though the toxins, surely, didn’t even obstruct him from ranting out about the harshness of his deadbeat millennial lifestyle – as expected in the true lee jaesung fashion. ‘ why was this guy gettin’ so fuckin’ mad – i don’t get it. his girlfriend wanted a signature, who the fuck just has paper lying around somewhere and her top was open. i was just being a gentleman ! ’ the cigarette was being flailed upon his middle and index, just as if the lit cylinder would add an extra point to his rant. ‘ and it’s not like she said no, y’know – i mean, my arm was around her waist but that’s just so i can get a better vantage point to sign her tits as best as i can ! what kind of boyfriend would deprive his girl of a signature from the guy of her dreams ? – i fuckin’ wouldn’t ! ’ took a deep breath, then out with a sigh. ‘ it’s just so hard being a nice guy. i mean, look at me – ’ black boardshorts out, shades in – suns out, guns out.
the only way to describe how she feels about lee jaesung is s l i m y , skin-crawling hatred. his very presence gets to her in a way she hasn’t allowed to herself in years. neverletthemseetheygettoyou, her mind is a broken record of mantras and promises that bind kyung. but if it were her choice, she think’s she’d just knock his lights out. “you’re absolutely disgusting. god honestly. people like you only exist in bad television. seriously, what kind of asshole still uses the word tits un-ironically?” she surveys his smug mug and fights back the urge to gag. her petite fists are c l e n c h e d in a way that her mother would call unbecoming and she wants nothing more than to open a beer and watch it trickle down his expression.
yahahnjieun:
jieun was starting to fade after spending the last hour drinking hard liquor by herself and letting the solitude take her over. even in the middle of a busy pool party, she still felt like everyone else was behind glass and she was alone. her attention turned to an unguarded bag sitting on the ground beside her where she’d sprawled out to relax and watch the party rather than partake in it. she glanced around to see if she could determine who was the owner, but soon her curiosity decided it didn’t really matter. she had no intentions of actually stealing or damaging anything, she just had a sudden need to know what was inside – so she carefully lifted one side of the bag’s opening to take a look.
parties didn’t agree with kyung, people didn’t agree with kyung. it was the general consensus of the universe that she was generally disagreeable. brown hues flitted quickly through narrowed eyes. her crossed arms denoted a sense of s o l i t u d e that was most often found in old women who had seen enough of the world. her steps were brisk and sharp as she made a beeline towards the girl. kyung’s manicured hand snatched up the bag with roman efficiency. “keep your hands to yourself!” she spat. “god do you have any manners?”
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hannie: as we all know, the weekend starts on monday for anybody who's anybody.
hannie: and i may have scored some tickets to trey songz concert and after party tomorrow.
hannie: so whattaya say? wanna pregame?
kyung: is drinking at the party not enough for you?
kyung: i really don't understand the point of pregaming besides shortening the time in which it takes to become a drunken idiot.
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