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lord please .... keep these fuck boys away from me . amen .

[pressuregrid]

      you can’t make homes out of human beings.                                 someone should have already told you that. 

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[mggts]

are you perhaps in love with me?

         “Interesting speculation.” A pause. “And a popular misconception.” Pretty big words for such a pea-brained boy. 

         Dark eyes lift, surveying the boy sitting beside him. There’s strange familiarity in that face. Not laying within the features, no, not tucked inside the crevices of their skin. Minjae knows exactly who Jitsui is. At least, all that he needs to know. He’s been acquainted with their eyes already before, and their mouth. Their throat in particular. No sexual innuendo intended though, because Jitsui is a singer and that’s all the maggot knows. 

         There’s familiarity in their naivety.

         The maggot in mention knocks back a shot of liquor. What kind? He told the bartender to surprise him. (Hope it’s drugged, or something.) (If he’s lucky, he’ll die tonight.) Then he slams the glass back onto the bar with an distressingly soft clink. “I just like the drinks here.” His leg jumps, the glass still in his fist. “And I guess your singing is kind of okay.” Reminds him of the good ol’ days. Before WISC.

[mggts]

❛ thinking about space fucks me up. ❜

@leefall; tumblr text posts starters

         “Space, huh?” His head topples back to study the night sky, his black fringe parting from his forehead and piling up in the space before his ears. Fingers flick the strands forward again, to cover up the bare spaces above his brows. Can’t have his hair parted, right? That’s a feminine thing. Yes, this is something he’s consciously concerned about. He’d rather be dead than have a stroke of femininity. What can I say? He’s insecure! 

         But life continues. And he’s crinkling a chip bag in his fist, his gaze flickering from star to star. Studying them with knowing eyes, despite not knowing jack shit about astronomy. But he looks like he does.

         Calloused fingers dive into the bag, and a moment later all you can hear is crunching. Way to ruin the moment. But Minjae thinks, he deserves a few chips. After all, he paid full price for them (imagine that) as a reward system for knocking a statue over and successfully stealing the head that’d broken off. 

         Now, here he sits with Gaeul. On a park bench. Dressed in all black. With a limestone head in his lap. He smiles acquiescently, and the head does too. “Fucks me up real bad too, man.” A short nod, and he’s shifting his attention toward his apparent doppelgänger. “I mean, it goes on forever.” Right? He thinks this sounds true. “And y’know... Aliens!”

[bwiseoks]

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❛  but officer, they were fucking with my clique.  ❜ ❛  if you lose yourself, i will find you.  ❜ ❛  true friends don’t judge each other. they judge other people. together.  ❜ ❛  oh, you’re my friend? name three of my albums.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, but you must be at least a level four friend to unlock my tragic backstory.  ❜ ❛  fuck you but fuck me first.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute, what is your face html?  ❜ ❛  my life is one big ‘ wow, ok. ’  ❜ ❛  my life is just poorly made decisions with alternative music playing in the background.  ❜ ❛  i accidentally messed up my life, how do i start a new account?  ❜ ❛  my life is a joke and i’m not laughing anymore.  ❜ ❛  at myself, what the fuck are you doing.  ❜ ❛  if yahoo answers can’t solve your problem, then you’re in too deep.  ❜ ❛  this is the police. open up. tell me something about yourself, don’t be afraid.  ❜ ❛  how do you get a nice body without moving.  ❜ ❛  it’s so hard when you’re in a cuddly mood and don’t have anyone to cuddle with!! this is an outrage!!  ❜ ❛  ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened?  ❜ ❛  you ever just ugh really hard?  ❜ ❛  i’m a really affectionate person one you get past my five layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike and loneliness.  ❜ ❛  i was confident for like two minutes one time.  ❜ ❛  all i think about is sex and what i’m going to eat next.  ❜ ❛  i have my pencils and my tears ready.  ❜ ❛  i’m that kinda person who, between two choices, will always pick the wrong one.  ❜ ❛  i avoid everyone, including the people i like.  ❜ ❛  i always wonder why no one likes me and then i remember that i don’t even like me.  ❜ ❛  gosh golly! this beat is … whoo! this beat is … DANDY!  ❜ ❛  it’s hard being hilarious when everyone ignores you.  ❜ ❛  thinking about space fucks me up.  ❜ ❛  my biggest struggle in life is trying to make my eyeliner the same on both eyes.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could illegally download clothes.  ❜ ❛  heelys don’t have brakes because my swag don’t stop.  ❜ ❛  i know i make lots of jokes but i promise you, i’m a really sad person.  ❜ ❛  at least i can admit that i’m a piece of shit.  ❜ ❛  ‘ i’m not bitter ’ i say bitterly, with a bitter expression.  ❜ ❛  i’m fluent in talking shit.  ❜ ❛  it’s crazy how there are seven billion people on the planet and all of them are in love with me.  ❜ ❛  why am i better than everyone?  ❜ ❛  sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments.  ❜ ❛  I SWEAR, I AM NOT CUTE OR SWEET. DON’T CALL ME THAT. I AM EVIL. I AM THE SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT. FEAR ME.  ❜ ❛  i don’t ‘ dress to impress. ’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves.  ❜ ❛  i love learning bad things about people i don’t like.  ❜ ❛  i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.  ❜ ❛  i’m just an asshole with feelings.  ❜ ❛  there’s a special place in hell reserved for me. it’s called the throne.  ❜ ❛  damn boy, are you the terms and conditions? because i don’t give a fuck about what you have to say.  ❜ ❛  damn gurl, you flappy bird? because no one likes you.  ❜ ❛  your tattoo says ‘ only god can judge me, ’ yet here i am.  ❜ ❛  i’m not even sassy, i’m just an asshole.  ❜ ❛  i’m not a bitch, i am the bitch.  ❜ ❛  i like being obsessed with things so that i am distracted from how much i hate myself.  ❜ ❛  tips on talking to me when i’m pissed off: don’t.  ❜ ❛  my fashion sense is called ‘ i am cold and pissed off. ’  ❜ ❛  maybe ‘ fuck you ’ will be our always.  ❜ ❛  i believe in hate at first sight.  ❜ ❛  you hate me? wow, so much in common already.  ❜ ❛  i’m filled with hate and useless facts.  ❜ ❛  do you ever just wear headphones so people won’t talk to you?  ❜ ❛  i’d be such a good girlfriend, you’re all missing out.  ❜ ❛  getting into a relationship may seem tempting but so was getting on the titanic ship and look what happened there.  ❜ ❛  there’s always gonna be that one person who you can’t get out of your mind, no matter how hard you try.  ❜ ❛  i ship me and money.  ❜ ❛  have you ever met someone who’s smile looks like it could make flowers grow?  ❜ ❛  how do i get over someone i never dated?  ❜ ❛  i have a very big crush on you but sadly i am only a little bug and you are a garden.  ❜ ❛  if you grab my face right before you kiss me, i’ll definitely fall in love with you.  ❜ ❛  i don’t like your clothes, take them off.  ❜ ❛  put me in the coffin with both middle fingers up.  ❜ ❛  dying is taking too long.  ❜ ❛  being cremated is my last hope of getting a hot, smoking body.  ❜ ❛  don’t joke about murder. i was murdered once and it offends me.  ❜ ❛  you can’t spell school without ‘ i want to stab myself. ’  ❜ ❛  good news, everyone: dogs.  ❜ ❛  if you think it’s impossible to fall asleep to heavy metal, then you’re completely wrong.  ❜

[mggts]

“what is this nonsense?”

@elkiec; movie quote starters

         After disbandment from WISC, Minjae soared right into schooling with hopes of becoming a therapist. Or counselor. Or something of that nature. He ain’t picky. He’ll take whatever! But in a hopeful attempt to hurl himself closer to his dreams, he took up a temporary internship in which he councils idols. And hell knows, he’s got butt-load of experience with the woes of musical artists.

        It hasn’t been even a year since Minjae’s band retired from the music industry, but old connections have yet to have stopped showing their faces. Through volcanic eruptions, or the plague. Through the apocalypses, or the outbreak of a nuclear war. Through world-wide famine, or lethal floods, these old associates never fail to rear their nostalgic mugs.

          Minjae had known Elkie before she’d debuted, and often helped her with vocal training here and there. Free of charge. From one industry pal to another, And he’d never asked for a favor in exchange. You see, the way this sick bastard thinks is, ‘if I just rack up points, she’ll be too in-debt to say no to whatever I ask in the future.’ Can you believe his ass? Do you hate him? Well, welcome to the club. 

         Now you’ve got this maggot all gussied up in slacks and a grey dress shirt, with a tie as red as the blood of his victims — just kidding! (This is a murder-free environment). He tightens his tie around his neck, as though he’s preparing himself for the noose. Then he clears his throat with a few guttural coughs. 

         “What is this nonsense?” He’s got poor Elkie confused and she’s not afraid to state it. He exchanges a few glances between her face and the paper he’s holding. It looks as though it’s got ink splattered against it, black blobs forming what’s supposed to be images. But it’s all in the mind’s eye.

         He huffs. “You mean this doesn’t look like a cockroach performing in the circus to you?” He flips the paper back toward himself, pauses, and his mien weakens. He mutters a few swears, apologizes, and turns it back toward her. “I’m not supposed to tell you what it looks like, am I? You’re supposed to tell me!” He’s fucked up. “So, what does this look like to you? And don’t say cockroaches in the circus because that’s my idea.”

[mggts]

         the best thing one can do is teach the daughters and sisters of south korea to set themselves on fire, before he sets a flame inside them. he can’t stand how pathetic they look.

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[jitonic]

[mggts]

kjtack:

[ . . . ]

he’s not sure if he’s ever been on a pedestal, or if he even has anything to put on a pedestal. skills, traits, trades? if he did then he’d be too conscious to put it on anyway. that’s exploitation. that’s his family. so he settles for a piss-poor job that looks perfect under his eyes.

“All done, look how gorgeous you look. now stop humping the wall you didn’t even ask it out yet you pervert”

      Minjae isn’t sure he’s succeeding in getting high off the paint, but he can sure as hell try. And it sure as hell makes sense in his drunken state. However, it seems all the more successful when he’s not inhaling osmeterium secretion and wet mud, but instead chemicals and toxins. Much like himself, a rather mild poison. And he coughs, turning his head to face away from where the paint sprays against brick.

      He stumbles back to admire the work, palms propped on his hips. “Couldn’t help it.” Minjae wasn’t actually humping the wall, but he’ll surely take credit for it so as long as that’s what is believed of him. Because, he is still young, and builds himself around what others believe of him. So he confirms Daehyun’s suspicions, in fear of some kind of disappointment, even if he regrets it later. Or maybe the alcohol just weakens him.

      The alcohol has him stumbling back a few steps further than he would like, and he’s falling to his ass. He’s pulling his backpack closer, taking one last drag of the cigarette. and extinguishing it against the bag. Then, he’s flicking it elsewhere, his eyes tracing the two outlines side by side. “They look like carbon copies of us,” he jokes. Daehyun’s is straight and firm in stature, and Minjae’s is —slumping, faltering, collapsing. He collapses, quite literally. Back of the head meets gravel, and a sigh is pushed out of him. Now this moment is as preserved as wars in history textbooks, he thinks. “Tag your initials on it too.”

[mggts]

* visual arts assignment

@sosurimrp​

Question(s):

* What made you seek interest in taking pottery? Don’t be afraid to be honest! * What is your favorite method of shaping the clay? * How would you decorate your pieces to stand out from others and/or represent you?

Requirements:

* The response must be at least 150 words. Feel free to exceed the limit.

[mggts]

kjtack:

[ . . . ]

“up yours.” he could’ve said something along the lines of ‘stick it up my ass’ but he knows the other won’t hesitate. there’s the ugly in this beauty too, the raw reality of rebels. well, minjae can’t really claim the word rebel can he? he ca chew it up, digest parts of it but it’ll never reach all that he is. daehyun’s the same, probably can’t swallow as much as his friend. so he refrains from the comment, refrains from sticking his ass out to test the male because he’d rather not explain to the campus nurse why he’s got spray paint up his ass. or why he’s drunk as shit on campus. the spray is effective in shutting him up and diverting his attention so when daehyun steps back his hand instinctively reaches out to trace the outline. “now now, let’s not make promises we can’t keep.” that’s a little too deep so he switches.

“is this what I meant when I said I would leave my mark on the world.” he says it a little too loud, actually he’s yelling it but he’s reaching for the can now, hand out and eyes shining. 

      Are you familiar with the way that men breathe in deeply when admiring something, holding their breath at the peak of an inhale, and then letting it all go as they nod their head in contentment? This is exactly what Minjae does, gaze heavy on his company. Cheeks are flushed with intoxication. Eyelids hooded by his same intemperance in alcohol. With that intake of air, he consumes the scent of wet grass and the chill of midnight breeze cools his throat. When he exhales, he’s passing his youthful recklessness on to the world. Nothing more.

      Minjae’s friend is gesturing for the spray can soon after his masterpiece has found finalization. He looks down at it, grins impishly, and hands it over. “Make sure my outline has the curves in all the right places.” That’s a joke, don’t take him seriously! He associates curves with femininity, and he wants nothing to do with that shit! Even so, he’s pressing his stomach against the wall, nose sniffing at the blackening brickstone. His arms sprawl out like wings on either side of his body, palms pressed against the mahogany-colored slabs. His leg hikes up against the wall, and he wobbles on one foot. He’s posing. “Hurry up, I’ll lose my balance!” His breath comes out and pans against the bricks, and when he gets a whiff of it, he’s actually gagging. Not to mentoin, he’s teetering dangerously on the sides of his foot, He seems like a fucking wreck. Not sure why Daehyun humors him.

[kiddaeng]

[ . . . ]

he’s still leaning against the wall though. he’s still agreeing to it and that’s the part he can liken to the alcohol. that’s the danger in it, but what’s this entire night if not cloaked in recklessness. such is youth.

[mggts]

      “But you adore me enough to let me toss you around like a rag doll.” Yes, tossing him and everyone else. Minjae, the puppeteer! Minjae, the overseer of all! Minjae, the fucking loser who pushes his friends against walls. That is, if anyone can even call him a friend. He might as well be the Devil’s incarnate; a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Oh, you can’t tell? Those beautifully blank eyes of his mask the souls of the living. You’re terribly clueless, dear reader. Well, at least he’s hot... right? Who cares if he reaps all lives that are put at his disposal? AKA, friends. 

      And this wicked man, this heartless man, lets out a laugh that suggests Daehyun’s just said the most ridiculous thing in the entire world! “You know, I’ll stick this whole thing up your ass if you don’t get a lil’ faith in me.” Shake of his head, shake of the canister. Finger on the nozzle and he’s spraying a black outline of where his company’s form is. It’s almost like marking where a body has recently been found — slain. Another soul at his disposal. And when his sloppy profile is complete, he’s standing back to admire his work. His arms fold over his torso, and his head gives a single dip of approval. It’s perfect. “Now, you’re captured in this moment forever,” Pause. “Or as long as it takes for this dump to afford a touch-up.”

[kiddaeng]

[ . . . ]

“i’m not getting up,” but he’s chuckling instead, it’s raw and kind of fucking ugly but it’s his and it’s been gone a bit. “if the lord our savior prefers to watch us jack off the least he could do is give us hands that move faster. it’d benefit the both of us. if he watches you shower he’s making sure your drunk ass doesn’t slip and come to visit him earlier than planned.” maybe it’s the alcohol talking. if his mother were to ever hear him—– fuck that. he’s laughing again and finally rising to his feet the sound of spray hitting the walls with purpose. “KMJ? You’re basic.” but he rises anyway and reaches out for the can. “either you do better or you hand it over.”

[mggts]

      “Amen to that, man.” That, being the remark about faster hands. Consider this: God actually exists. Minjae knows, he’d say ‘do not laugh.’ Then he’d continue to remark on how God already experimented with faster hands. Wally West exists for that reason — surely he’s a record-breaking wanker. Now imagine Minjae was the experiment; his dick would be yanked clean off his body. Well, maybe that’s for the best. Maybe.

      Then we’ve got high-baller shot-caller Daehyun trotting on over. “Basic? You’re basic! Th’fu’ya know about basic?” Did you catch what he said in the beginning? Yeah, me neither. Minjae shakes the can resolutely, then aims it at Daehyun’s face. Yes, his fingertip is placed threateningly on the tip. No, he won’t spray them. 

      “Put your hands up or I’ll shoot.” Then he’s giving the canister another willful joggle. “And lean against the wall.” Suddenly, Officer Kim is reporting for duty. In all honesty, he wants to make a mark on their lives, in this lousy plaza. While most everything he does seems without basis, he does everything with a sense of purpose. He radiates gratuitousness, but is rather strategic in his ways. He’s a planner, he’s a schemer. He’s also shoving Daehyun toward the grimy bricks that make up the rear-end of the pub. Like a jerk! “And close your eyes, don’t ask any questions.”

[mggts]

@kjtack​

      Life is pretty okay, according to Minjae. Pretty okay, because he had his arm hooked around his schoolmate’s shoulders as they stumbled out of a bar, his book-bag from the day still slumping against his back. Real infantile. The men were a drunken mess of fumbling feet, and unwarranted bouts of laughter. And life is pretty okay, because they dithered behind the Rosette Pub, and the weight of Minjae’s bag fell to the ground. With the rest of his daily taxes.

      Now, an hour later, Minjae is sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the sky. His palm smooths over the ground, a mix of gravel and dirt. He’s accessing his surroundings. ”You think God’s watchin’ us right now?” He’s clearing his throat with a guttural projection. “They say he’s always watching. Y’know, I don’t believe in God or anything but... he’s a real sore ass if he watches me whack off all the time. And shower.” There’s a brief lull in the conversation, and he’s slurring out, “know what I mean, man?”

      Then he’s folding over his lap, rough fingers reach to drag his backpack near to his bent knees. He dives for his pack, pops a cigarette between his lips. He used to never smoke (he used to hate it), he’d only grasped the habit within recent months. He’d blame Akira, a Japanese boy he once knew. That is, to say, if anyone cared enough about his health to ask. Lights the cigarette up. “I probably shouldn’t do this.” Inhale. “But what can I say? Love smelling like torched asshole.” Then he’s got a moan of realization pressing past the smoke, seeping out of his cracked lips. Hand dives in again, he’s pulling out a canister. Gives it a good shake. Spray paint. Then he’s going to the grimy wall behind the bar. His hands follow the motions of a rather immature depiction of a dick. Under it, he scribbles in ‘KMJ.’ Then, he calls over his shoulder. “Come here, hyung. Let me show you somethin’ sick!”

[amoralie]

[ . . . ]

❝  You don’t know about that. Maybe they do. Maybe they exist. Maybe you are one, secretly. You thirst for chaos like they do after all, don’t you~?  ❞  the words are slurred, happy sounding – overly lighthearted despite having mentioned such  HEAVY  topic. The glass in her small hands is put aside, coming to stand on the table before she takes a few steps toward the male. She nibbles on her lower lip, unable to control the grin – she  LOVES  the attention, she loves the way he’s looking at her; she figures he wants her body, probably doesn’t care about anything else, and yet she is letting him. 

Amalie tiptoes, slender fingers tugging on his shirt as if to imply he should start to undress, rather than just watching her.  ❝  You’re  impatient. You always need to get what you want the exact moment you want it. ❞  observation skills are surely present – though, Amalie should  SHUT IT. 

❝  You can’t ever be nice either. Hot.  ❞  sarcasm?  Who knows.

[mggts]

      Amalie comes closer, and to Minjae’s dismay, she’s still hung up on her drunken spiel. He could say anything in response; he could say how she’s got it all wrong. He doesn’t thirst for chaos. It thirsts for him. He could say that it’s she who, in fact, attracts chaos like saccharine marmalade attracts the average fly. That’s why he’s here. He could say a lot. He doesn’t. He dismisses the topic altogether with the imaginative wave of his hand.

      His eyes fall to watch her daintily fidget with the cotton of his black button-up. Long, calloused fingers curl around her wrist, his thumb and middle finger on each side overlapping. Pulls her hand away. Then, his back comes to an arch when he bends over to fit his hands behind and beneath her dress; as his fingers trail up her bare skin, they brush and bump along her multi-pitted spine. They hit the wiry hooks of a bra. He begins to undo them. “I can be nice. Look, I’m helping you.” He cracks a sardonic smile, eyes finding hers as he does so. Straps unhitch and next, he’s working her flimsy little dress over her head. You’d think her youth and innocence would deter him.

      It doesn’t.

      Minjae is the element of foul, rotting skin. He is the empowerment granted to maggots. He is the border between giving life and taking it. He is the main disincentive of one’s happiness. Especially to weak little girls like Amalie, Because he is the element of dog teeth clenching around flesh, locking jaw, and ripping it from the bone. He is stripping away Amalie’s skin. He is hollowing her out. He knows this after he’s finished fucking her, and his eyes are sweeping over her nude body. Her complexion is flushed. He’s left marks on her skin. And when he looks at her, he thinks, this is my own work of art. He thinks this as he holds a cigarette between his lips, and rummages in his bedside drawer for a lighter. “Mind if I smoke?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, he’s retracting the required tool and lighting the end of the cig’ up. He blows smoke in her face. “’Knew you’d understand.”

[mggts]

      Here are some new tags! Because my old ones are super frigging old school. Like ;r for replies?? What the f*ck!!!!

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『 ✈️ 』As she spoke her eyes were elsewhere. She wasn’t even sure what she was talking about. Just simple first thing that came to her mind. She wasn’t really type to talk a lot, but also she hated the silence when she was with someone else. She felt lack of something. However she did not expect her idea to be something so… stupid. Nonetheless the short lecture he gave her, resulted in lovely giggle of her. Could she not agree when his statement was so honest? ❝ Fine, I give you point here ❞ she agreed nodding few times as her eyes landed on his face. ❝ But you know, in some twisted kind of way people did believe that thanks to evolution, human being could come from a monkey. So even if she might not say anything like that… You could be the one coming to her and asking if the monkey’s your mommy. What do you think she would think? Something like… damn this human must be high? ❞ as words were coming out of her mouth she tried her best not to laugh at her own weird thoughts. it was clear to say - too much studies for this girl. 

[mggts]

      Jinah laughs! She fucking laughs! And you have Minjae here, gawking at her with these incredulous brown bug-eyes. It’s inevitable — eventually he’s going to say some dumb shit and a bitch is going to laugh. And he’s going to be standing there thinking, “this bitch is laughing!” And he’s going to realize, it’s because he said some dumb shit! But you know, the girl makes up for it with her lousy school-born conspiracy theories. Like, humans coming from monkeys? What a joke! Minjae thinks, everyone knows we came from fungi! (Well, each to their own.)

      So the elder of the two balls up his fist, and shoots it out to nudge lightly at the girl’s shoulder. “If the monkey is thinking I’m high, then we’ve got a problem.” A lull in the conversation. “Now how about this, what if your mommy is my mommy? We all started from the same single-celled shitty organism.”