&& you’re made of stars .

searching for your face. humbling constellation laid out in your place. whenever i am lost, i look to you and find my way. 1x1. [ !!! ] sideblog to saranghce.

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chungja: i mean.. okay.. liar..

chungja: uh me!! who wants to do stupid commitment with someone always being in your space 24/7 LIKE NO THANK YOU

chungja: orrrrr maybe you're still waiting on that crush of yours to come around 👀

chungja: I AM A COMMITTED BEST FRIEND (THE ONLY COMMITMENT I WANT!!!) AND I ALWAYS RESPECT YOU!!!

chungja: BUT IT'S A CUTE NICKNAME TO SHOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!!!

jinhee: I???? AM NOT LYING???? we were TEN

jinhee: uh commitment doesnt mean being in eachother's space 24/7 chungja now you sound as ridiculous as you're trying to make me sound

jinhee: what crush

jinhee: literally i have no clue what you're talking about lmao

jinhee: so just shut the fuck up

jinhee: NO YOU DONT YOU DONT RESPECT ME AT ALL!!!! OR YOU WOULD BE IN BED WITH ME KEEPING ME WARM!!!!!!

jinhee: BUT ITS FINE. I'LL JUST CUDDLE WITH MYSELF. I DONT NEED ANYONE WHO DOESNT RESPECT ME

jinhee: OR MY WISHES FOR TERRIBLE NICKNAMES TO GO AWAY

[stvrryeyed]

kachingg:

rculette.

@kachingg, @stvrryeyed

his want to drive had lasted a full hour before he’d eyed hanuel with the silent question (also known as, a loud demand) of taking over. of course han had agreed – because who can deny bokyung, ha! ha… — and he’d happily climbed into the passenger’s seat, content to sit there and rest his eyes. some time during the trip he’d switched with minjae, settling comfortably into the backseat instead. the drive hadn’t been too bad, for now, though a part of him had noted how his best friends seemed quieter than usual, absentmindedly wondering if there was a reason for it or if he’s imagining things. he doesn’t think he is – besides his pestering for constant updates on their cat and whether clover was still alive, the conversation had lulled into meaningless chatter. that aside, he’d occasionally seen one – and sometimes even both – staring at him before abruptly looking elsewhere when he caught them. a bit odd, but he’s not too worried about it; his best friends had never been able to hide something from him, and he doesn’t think they’d even try. he rubs at his eyes with his knuckles, leaning forward. the road seems endless. “s’getting dark. how much further is it to the place we’re staying at?”

just an hour into the trip found minjae with a headache ; pain thrumming lowly in between his temples after getting briefly lost in his novel during the ride. so once he finally moves to the front, he retires his book for the time being— setting it aside in order to close his eyes for a bit ; only ever humming quietly in reply to bokyung and han, but allowing them to do a majority of the talking ( though he didn’t hesitate to check his phone for any cat updates whenever the youngest asked, of course ). it was within the next hour or so that the boy finally dozed off for a bit, curled up into the side of his seat and glasses carelessly smushed into his cheeks. he’d felt his phone vibrate against his leg a few times during his half-aware state— probably boa sending various selfies with clover and bragging about how much more the cat loves her than the three of them ( lies, FILTHY LIES, minjae insists )— but for the most part, he was pretty out of it for the rest of the car ride. the boy only manages to stir when bokyung’s voice rings out fairly close to his ear, small sound emitting from the back of his throat at the question ; arms stretching out in front of him as he slowly blinks himself into awareness. “dunno,” his voice is still clouded with sleep, eyes darting around towards the windows in an attempt to grasp his surroundings. “how long have we been driving?” the question’s aimed at han this time, fingers moving to adjust his crooked glasses as he looks over at the boy.

honestly, han was surprised that bokyung had lasted an actual hour into driving, and the sudden look on his best friend’s face had been expected and immediately reciprocated with a brow raise and low grumble of agreement. driving had always been more of han’s thing anyway when it came to the three of them; which luckily he didn’t mind. the trip so far had been pretty calm, the low hum of the car and music being played the only thing thrumming in the silence between the three of them. there had been multiple times where han had noticed both bokyung and minjae dozed off, and it was in those minutes of alone time that his thoughts had drifted and taken over once more, anxieties and nerves creeping through his system, fingers aching from clenching around the steering wheel on and off. and the second one of them stirred his attention was shaken and the intensity of his thoughts falls into the depths of his mind once more, han’s own responses to their small talk easily given as he tries his best to not be completely transparent with the stress of his mind. minjae would obviously know why; but bokyung wouldn’t and han wasn’t sure he would be able to handle any questioning just yet. there is an ache in his legs, the cramped up space from driving and sitting in one place for so long beginning to take affect, and he shifts with a sigh. bokyung’s voice catches his attention and brown eyes flicker to the rearview mirror to look at him, minjae’s voice coming in seconds later and han draws his gaze back towards the road, the setting sun creating it’s dusk over the emptiness of it. “we’ve been driving for about seven hours now. going on eight soon.” han replies, clearing his throat a little as he peers at the gps on his phone stored in the cup holder at his side, “and there’s a few hotels about thirty minutes out. we can stop at the first one if you want?” han’s brow raises in question as he looks over at minjae and then bokyung in the rearview once more, leaving it open for them to decide.

[stvrryeyed]

kachingg:

“yeah you would think that,” sunny counters with a quirked eyebrow, the corners of his grin still lifted up teasingly. “just like you would think that most people would be appreciative of y o u taking care of them.” sungjoo, himself, had only ever assisted in vet’s offices before now— mostly for various assignments and extra credit opportunities for his classes— but even THEN he had managed to witness the extent of an owner’s protectiveness. not that he could blame them in most instances, of course… but he couldn’t quite help but feel sorry for the technicians that had to deal with the more difficult owners. “and just because there’s not nearly as many dramas about vets as there are about doctors, doesn’t mean they don’t exist, kenny,” he pouts his response, reaching over to poke playfully at the older boy’s shoulder. the small bottom pull to his lips, however, is soon replaced with something softer, pausing to close his OWN books before rolling over onto kendrick’s back. “does that mean it’s break time?” a grin, this one much more hopeful than the last, breaks out across his features at the suggestion.

there is an audible ‘tsk’ that slips from his mouth when sungjoo continues to counter his valid and indisputable points, frown marring his face once more as his pout becomes more distinguished in his features. although it certainly held nothing against sunny’s, and kendrick does his best to ignore the slight putter of his heartbeat when he notices it -- the little poke and sudden heaviness on his back certainly helps. kendrick feels his cheeks begin to heat up at sunny now on top of him, and his face presses straight down into his mattress as he reels in his sanity. “yes. it’s break time.” he mumbles out against the fabric of his comforter, knowing its muffled and barely comprehendible but sunny is just close enough to probably hear it. finally mustering up the courage to move, kenny awkwardly brings his arm around, hand grasping at sunny’s shirt and yanking it before he’s turning his head to the side and trying to peer back at him. “can you get off me-- i can’t fucking breathe, sunny.”

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

@stvrryeyed!

it’d been extremely difficult to escape her best friend’s grasp this morning; after chungja’d promised she’d be back within an hour, jinhee’d finally let go, grumbling about being abandoned again before rolling over. chungja would’ve stayed, really, but the urge to get the hell out had been too much for her to ignore. ever since arriving to the ‘vacation home’ she’d been in a restless state, her body thrumming with too much energy. so she’d gone running; not something she’s typically into, but it’d helped her focus. she’d come to a stop after about twenty minutes to lean over and tie her shoes, nothing but forest around her and into the far distance. was all this land still owned by the nam family? geez, rich people. her nose wrinkles as she straightens, turns on her heels - “holy shit!” - and walks straight into a bare chest, letting out a surprised yelp. a very familiar bare chest. talk about déjà vu, fuck. her heart’s racing, having been ready to hit them and run had it been a stranger / creep, so her relief is visible. “do you even wear shirts?” it’s the first thing that pops into her head, so of course it’s the second thing out of her mouth. fingers brush back some loose strands of hair as she drags her gaze up, amused despite her exasperation. “like, ever.”

jaehwan was a little surprised that she hadn’t heard him come up on her even with her back having been turned to him; it wasn’t as if his heavy footfalls had been quiet. the bluetooth headphones nestled in his ears are blasting a random hiphop song on his playlist, but jaehwan could still make out the cuss word that slips from chungja’s lips when she turns and collides into his chest. a cheshire grin immediately stretches across his face, one hand coming up to grasp at her arm to balance her and another to remove one of the headphones so that he could hear her words properly this time. a brow raises in question at chungja’s own, eyes flickering to look at his bare chest questioningly, “sure i do... but why would i when i’m running? i’ll just sweat through it.” jaehwan counters, broad shoulders shrugging as he looks back to chungja and pays no mind to his own sweaty state, taking a second to check her out now that he could. “-- does it bother you?” jaehwan asks after a moment, the grin across his face having not waned just yet in hidden anticipation of their newly created habit of bantering with one another anytime they were within the same vicinity.

[stvrryeyed]

- CONTINUED FROM HERE.

@rculette // 

it was moments like this where eunsoo sincerely debated on completely dropping his line of work and choosing, instead, to just stay in taekjoo’s home forever like some stay-at-home wife in order to never be away from this. from him. from the entire setting displayed around him. the sheets are a comfort underneath his bare body, and he’s rolling over onto his stomach to swipe at his phone (which had been forgotten about for the past few hours while taekjoo and him reconnected), and he thumbs through a few text messages that don’t require an immediate response, and complete ignores the email notifications that are waiting to be read. eunsoo throws it aside after a second passes, unconcerned with it now and immediately moving to curl back up towards where taekjoo still laid. his own appearance is still disheveled, brown hair a mess and bangs having stuck to his forehead from sweat, and he uncaringly brings a hand up to run through the wreck and make it even more of one. eunsoo’s other hand comes up to gingerly press against a mark that had been left on taekjoo’s collarbone, smile curling onto the edge of his lips, “i missed you.” and eunsoo had already said it numerous times, but he still felt it deeply, fingers now pressing into the bare skin presented before him.

[stvrryeyed]

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chungja: that was when we were ten??? damn i thought it was like last year time sure flies have i mentioned i love you so much

chungja: commitment is a beautiful thing??? in what universe??? how would you even know miss has not committed in forever???

chungja: i didn't enjoy it cause you started yelling at me :(

chungja: but my hand is super warm and soft and nice???

chungja: how can you treat my hand this way????

chungja: NAM JINHEE!!!

jinhee: WE WERE TEN THANKS SO MUCH

jinhee: IN MY UNIVERSE who wants to do stupid hookups with ppl you don't even know like no thank you

jinhee: maybe i haven't committed in forever bc everyone that exists in this world only wants one night stands aka ARENT WORTH MY TIME

jinhee: I DESERVE COMMITMENT

jinhee: AND I DESERVE RESPECT

jinhee: call me jynx one more time you KNOW how upset i get about that nickname I HATE IT CHUNGJA

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

despite the fact they hadn’t seen each other in quite some time and he’d grown up to look like, well, that, she doesn’t feel awkward around him at all. there’s a sense of normality about jaehwan, and even if she could possibly entertain the thought of kissing that (cute, dumb) grin until it’d dissipated from that (cute, dumb) mouth, she feels no need to present herself as something other than what she really is: a pig. chungja’s quite literally scarfing down her food, only half attentive to what he’s saying until… yoyo. it’s like the magic word, because that name sounds so familiar. who is—oh. “yoonjo?” she’s talking with her mouth full. if she’s perked up a little too much, it’s not intentional. she swallows. “yoonjo’s coming too? does jinhee know?” if she did, chungja hadn’t heard about it – which is odd, considering there’d been a time where the name yoonjo had been all she’d ever hear from her best friend. either jinhee had kept it from her purposely – which meant something was definitely up – or she’s about to have the biggest surprise. interesting.

her nose wrinkles. “preparation for what’s to come? sounds awfully like you’re either about to commit, or going to commit.” it’s a joke, because she’s not quite sure what he means, but being in a relationship might as well be offing yourself – that kind of dependency is not for her. “today’s day two of the ‘best summer vacation ever’.” her spoon rests in her (already half-empty) bowl of cereal as chungja waves her fingers to mimic quotation marks, ‘imitating’ her best friend’s voice at the same time. it’s a little higher and a lot more whinier than jinhee had said it, but same difference. speaking of the ‘best summer vacation ever’, she’s interested to know why he’d chosen to spend his with his baby sister, her best friend and his best friend rather than waste it with some girl he’s probably banging. eyeing him, though, it’s quite obvious to see he’s not quite there yet, and she shakes her head. “oppa, you look dead on your feet. go back to bed.” the term is said out of habit more than anything; offering them some familiarity. she’d always called him it when they’d been young(er), ever the polite kid. gesturing towards the stain on her shirt, her smile is tinged with more warmth than scorn this time. it’s more than he deserves, honestly. “clearly you’ve done your job as host. no need to babysit, i’m all grown up.”

she’s cute. it’s the first thought that crosses jaehwan’s mind when he watches her eat, unabashedly and without much care as to whether he is witnessing it with his own two eyes or not. the amusement in his expression is evident and never fades, and he lazily leans back against the counter opposite of chungja, arms crossed around his bare chest to observe further. his brow raises when she seems surprised about yoyo. “yeah?” he affirms, confusion now morphing his features when his little sister is mentioned, “why would jinhee care about yoyo coming and spending the summer with me? they practically grew up around each other too. she won’t care.” chungja’s shock makes no sense whatsoever in his own sleep-hazed mind but jaehwan still doesn’t bother to linger and think much on it. he brings a hand up to stifle a yawn before shrugging broad shoulders, “i don’t think i mentioned it to her. didn’t think she’d care.” because why would she care. she had chungja here with her anyway. the word ‘commit’ is thrown out there and jaehwan immediately blanches at it, not liking the sound of it whatsoever despite knowing the title of ‘boyfriend’ was something that a certain girl was using in regards to him currently. he really should probably send her a text. “yeah right.” he mumbles under his breath but leaves it at that, humming in further amusement when jinhee’s words are mocked. that definitely sounded like some bullshit she would say. his eyes feel heavy as they speak though, the lack of sleep finally washing over him once more, and when chungja begins to speak and encourage him to go back to bed, jaehwan feels himself nodding in agreement towards it, not even attempting to fight back. “okay--” he mumbles out, the word barely coherent as he rubs at his eyes again. he pushes off the counter and moves forward, hand coming up to affectionately bop at chungja’s nose as he moves past with another tired grin. “i’ll play host with you later, yeah? grown up or not.” there is a tease in his tone, his eyes doing an obvious and blatant once over her as he walks away before he’s turning around entirely and giving her a small wave. “goodnigh’ snoopy.”

- FIN.

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

she’d been on the verge of defending her assigned role for him when jaehwan relents, accepting it. see, that is why he’s watson. sagging back against him with a pleased smile, yoyo clicks her tongue. “miss holmes. it’s about time there’s a rendition where the main is a woman instead. it’s clear men are better suited for the sidekick role,” she eyes him, lips pursed in attempt not to grin wider. “though we’ll have to reconsider the ‘lovable’ part. considering you didn’t even help me with my bags.” ah, yes, she’s still ‘salty’ over that. honestly, it’s not that she’d needed the help, but the fact he hadn’t been there to welcome her had not been appreciated. suddenly, her eyes narrow in suspicion. “actually—this is the first time you’ve spent more than ten minutes with me since i’ve arrived. what gives?”

he knows that in some aspect he should probably be taking some sort of offense to yoonjo’s words, but jaehwan only finds himself grinning at them, unperturbed and simply nodding along, “that’s a rendition i wouldn’t mind watching. miss holmes seems like she’d be hot.” the grin turns a little lewd but it’s not directed towards yoyo herself ; more so the general concept of a female sherlock holmes. the accusation has him scoffing, “you showed up when i wasn’t home! i don’t know how you expected me to help when it wasn’t there!” he’s settling back from where he had jolted in his own defense, bottom lip protruding the slightest in a childish pout. he attempts to play coy. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. we’ve spent plenty of time together.”

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

he had to take a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions under control. though she hadn’t disagreed with him, irritation swirled in his chest. “yeah. i realize that. though i can’t even begin to fathom why i, her father, wasn’t informed about the first two times.” his tone was hard, but his gaze even more so as he watched his ex—t’was the beginning of the ‘blame game’, something jiwon wasn’t necessarily in the mood for but couldn’t help. he was furious, yet upset, yet worried. feelings he’d never handled well; especially anger, considering how gentle at heart he usually is. it gave him absolutely no joy to look at someone he used to love so intensely and not know or even remember how he felt about her other than what he’d labeled disappointment. he frowned, looking towards the door instead, expectant as he waited for their daughter to arrive. “we’ll have to sit her down, talk to her. ask her why she’s taken on this new hobby of hers.” he speaks drily – it’s definitely a hobby she better quit, if she didn’t want to be in any more trouble than she already was. with a sigh, his gaze lowers to the floor, feeling a headache oncoming. “there’s nothing i haven’t bought for her when she’s asked me to. i don’t understand.”

“well don’t look at me as if i was aware either. i didn’t know either.” how could she not of known? it’s a sinking feeling in her own chest -- on how their daughter could of gotten into trouble two times before this and yet neither she nor jiwon were aware of what was going on. was it her own fault? there is that ever present feeling of guilty beginning to bubble up but eunha does her best to keep her composure, feeling the heat of the anger radiating from her ex-husband beside her. her hands tighten around themselves. “i agree., she responds back, not having the energy to fight with jiwon today of all days. he was almost too much when like this ; it made it hard for herself to settle her own nerves. eunha could already feel them on edge, and waiting for their daughter only made it worse. lips purse together the slightest when jiwon continues to talk, her brown eyes fixated on the door but still listening, “i guess that’s something we will just have to ask her.”

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

“uh, i totally respect them. i’m always super nice. remember that one time i invited that ghost onto a picnic ‘cause i thought it might be hungry considering it’d been dead for like a bazillion years?” because sunny’s thoughtful like that. “it got mad because it died from food poisoning, but how was i supposed to know? i still don’t know how it hurled that stapler at me!” he rubs the back of his head in memory, temporarily forgetting he’s holding a camera. the wind in the house picks up, howling, sounding suspiciously like laughter. he squints. “okay, but we can’t all be like you and have some supernatural ability to see them.” sunny doesn’t want to be pouty, but he is. “some of us need to shoot the ghosts—” he readied said gun, “—with plasma. it’s completely harmless!” at least it’s supposed to be, though he really has no idea. they’d see once they’d stumble on a ghost.

“all spirits are sensitive. they’re dead, sunny.” geun shakes his head again even though the smile on his face his only grown wider at the retelling of that one time -- he remembered it. he remember almost everything that sunny and him had been through up until this point. where as most would find interacting with spirits scary or intimidating, geun couldn’t help but be happy about having sunny with him who just... didn’t seem to care much. he was comedic relief when geun didn’t realize it was needed, and plus, he made everything a lot more fun in general. the wind picks up and geun catches that immediately, feeling the odd chill that wraps around. “they thought that was funny. the stapler being thrown at you, i mean.” he muses out loud, laughter beginning to spill from his lips as he makes his way down the hallway and towards the stairwell leading them upstairs. “is there actual plasma in that thing?” geun asks as he pauses on the stairs, turning to look at the gun more curiously, “are you sure it’s not just water?”

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

her lips twitch at the rather dramatic gasp that burst from jinhee’s throat, amused by her reaction. “got it in one!” it’s nice to know that jinhee still remembers her, even if she hadn’t changed too much. at the mention of her best friend, her nose scrunches. “where’s your brother, anyway? he’s supposed to help me with my bags.” head tilting, one brow raises in surprise. “but he didn’t tell you? that’s odd, considering he practically begged me to come.” there might’ve been a reason for that. as much as yoonjo would love to believe her best friend wants nothing more than to bask in her company (and she’s sure he does, a little), she’d figured he’d also partly asked her to come so he’d have an excuse not to invite anyone else looking to spend time with him during the summer. “look at you, though, and your pretty hair,” she twirls a strand between her fingers, letting go when she realizes it’s been quite some time since they’d last seen each other and she’s not sure if jinhee’s comfortable with it. she flashes her a smile, giving her a once-over— (honestly, the hair’s not the only thing pretty). “it’s been, what, years since we’ve last talked? how’ve you been?”

her irritation at the situation currently at hand only grows, despite her pink-hued cheeks at yoonjo’s sudden appearance, “i don’t know where he is because he doesn’t tell me anything. no one does apparently!” her fingers squeeze the hands still in her own before she realizes what she’s doing and releases them, looking a little bit sheepish as she does. jinhee is about to apologize when yoyo suddenly compliments her and plays with her blonde hair, and her cheeks only find some more color, her frustrations growing but now because of how easily she had become flustered. god, why doesn’t she just stamp something that says ‘i have a huge fucking crush on you’ right across her forehead to be a little more obvious than she already was being. “it-- it got really long, i know.” she comments back after a second, finding her voice again and lifting her gaze to look at yoonjo directly now, feeling a small smile of her own begin to quirk onto the edge of her lips at yoyo’s. “yeah! it’s been awhile. not since high school for me, at least. and i’ve been alright. just-- school. and stuff.” her hand comes up to tuck some hair behind her ear, ignoring the settling sense of embarrassment that refuses to go away, “what about you? i’ve only seen what social media shows and stuff. i-- hope everything has been going well?”

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chungja: clearly we've all forgotten the time where i woke you up and you started CRYING i didn't want a repeat of that!!!

chungja: this is why i only do one night stands commitment is EXHAUSTING

chungja: but you know i like to pee in complete solitary and silence so i can hear myself think about how weird peeing is

chungja: i'm done peeing though we can hold hands now where are you

chungja: if i didn't love you i wouldn't be here right now miss jynx I'D BE ON MY WORLD ADVENTURE

jinhee: that was ONE TIME!!!!! and i had just fallen asleep like.... THIRTY MINUTES before that!! i was tired stop holding that against me and plus we were like TEN

jinhee: commitment is a beautiful thing ur WRONG

jinhee: well i hope you enjoyed ur fucking solitary piss

jinhee: come back to my room and hold my HAND it is COLD it needs WARMTH and it has been UNHELD FOR SO LONG

jinhee: wow

jinhee: you know what?????

jinhee: nvm i dont want you to hold my hand anymore

jinhee: i'll hold my OWN hand

[bnjmin]

littlelovelymemes :

*   —  —   VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

[stvrryeyed]

kachingg:

an endeared grin blooms across sungjoo’s lips at the whine edging kenny’s tone, giggles spilling forth in succession with the other’s words. it DEFINITELY wasn’t uncommon to find the two having their back and forth’s in regards to the medical field versus the vet field. and while the ‘arguments’ could often lead to sunny getting pouty or huffy, he couldn’t quite help the amusement that soon takes over his softened features this time around. “you act as if the pets walk into the vet all on their own, kenny,” he grins playfully in response, feet kicking up behind him from where he was currently splayed across the bed on his stomach ; elbows caging in one of his many textbooks. “dealing with a sick pet means dealing with their protective owner, as well. and sometimes they can be just as bad… if not worse.” he lets his chin fall into the open spread of his palm as he looks over at his roommate, his wide grin soon slipping into something more teasing for a brief moment. “—-at least that’s what all the tv dramas show.”

“i would think most of those owners would be appreciative of you taking care of the pet. i mean i’m sure you’ll get an occasional asshole but for the most part it should be easy.” he figured, but kendrick was also aware that sungjoo had a point and that he couldn’t really argue with it. despite wanting to. he could recall how protective his own grandmother had been over her little pekingese -- the thing had practically been her child. kendrick can’t help but give sunny a small glare at his tease, bringing a hand out to grasp the nearest pillow and fling it towards him. “there are no tv dramas about veterinarians. nice try.” kenny scoffs to himself as he closes his book and tosses it to the side, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes, “if i have to read about pharmacology and controlled drugs and the blood-brain barrier anymore i’m going to lose it.”

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

@stvrryeyed

though she hadn’t expected a welcoming committee, a part of her had expected some sort of greeting. jaehwan awaiting her arrival, a ‘hello’ and offer to help drag her bag inside. a salute, maybe. anything’s better than staring at the front door of what looks to be a ‘moderate-sized’ (as would be her mother’s choice of words) mansion, wondering if she’s allowed to go inside. yoonjo had, anyway, because fuck waiting for her best friend to come around and remember she’s coming today. she’d left her shit by the door, instead going around back to see if anyone’s there. to her surprise, the first thing she sees is the back of a head full of blonde hair – jinhee, she recognizes, if only because she remembered jaehwan had mentioned her color of hair a while back. with a smile, yoonjo sneaks up behind her, hoping she hadn’t heard her come in, and covers her eyes with her hands. “guess who!”

she had been abandoned. again. “this is why i have trust issues!” jinhee whines out loud to absolutely nobody because every single form of life within the house had decided to up and leave her without saying anything at all. “where is the respect? what makes it okay to just leave when we’re supposed to be spending time together? i deserve better than this!” she is fuming to herself as she flits around the living room, searching for the tv remote so that she can do something, but then hands are suddenly covering her eyes and a loud, dramatic grasp breaks from her throat in surprise at them. she hadn’t even heard anyone come in. her own petite hands come up immediately to grip at them, surprised to feel how soft they are (but they aren’t chungja’s, she knows that much) and it’s the voice that speaks behind her instantly makes her heart drop straight into her stomach, heat finding her cheeks as she realizes who it is. she knows that voice. “y-yoyo?!” jinhee stammers out, fingers overlapping yoonjo’s own to pull them off her eyes so she can turn around and look towards yoyo, her own surprise evident on her face, “jaehwan didn’t tell me you were coming!”

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

@stvrryeyed

he’s been seething for about half an hour now, staring hard at the police officer to the point where he knows the man is uncomfortable under his scrutinizing glare, but jiwon can’t find it within him to care. he’s been too busy worrying about his daughter’s wellbeing – and debating how best to discipline her at the same time. ‘— she won’t be charged. i’ll leave her in the care of you and your wife—’ “ex-wife,” he corrects briskly. it’s the first thing he’s said after his initial freak-out upon arrival, demanding to know what happened to his kid. clearly, hearing this was the third time his daughter had been caught shop lifting when he hadn’t even been aware of the first two had set the mood. the cop looks between the two of them and nods, mumbling he’ll retrieve their child. jiwon doesn’t bother to look at the person sitting beside him, even as he talks. “she’s coming home with me.” there’s no point arguing with him, unless she insists on making a scene.

today was just not a good day for eunha, and sitting where she was now with an officer and her ex-husband fuming beside her only affirmed her stresses. the restaurant had been chaotic, the employees weren’t taking half of the things seriously that they should of, one of her dishes came out horribly -- eunha could feel the heavy weight on her chest as she sat silently throughout the entire meeting, mask in place to hide away the whirlwind of emotions currently brewing within her. she wouldn’t let herself breakdown; at least not here. especially not in front of jiwon. her hands are grasped together and sitting in her lap, squeezing and twitching every once in awhile in a nervous tick, and she had only spoken up when it seemed the authority across from them was expecting some sort of input in regards to their daughter. jiwon’s correction of ‘wife’ makes her mentally roll her eyes, and she watches as the officer moves past them -- but it’s jiwon’s sharp tone that finally makes her turn her head and look to him, small frown finding her lips, “i don’t care who she goes home with, jiwon. what are we going to do about this?” her tone is soft - it always is - but the seriousness of it is there. “shoplifting? she got caught by an officer. and this isn’t even the first time.”

[stvrryeyed]

rculette:

he whips around so fast he almost hits himself with the camera that’s (sort of) safely secured in his hand; he’s ready for this ghost, barreling right past geun in an attempt to catch a glimpse. the eagerness in his entire being dissipates completely when he realizes he’s been duped however. “but the audience wants ghosts, younggeun!” he turns the device in his hand, staring into the lens expectantly, “don’t you?” it’s not a live broadcast, but seunggi’s sure he’s right. the house looks straight out of a teen slasher (the bad kind), but he doesn’t have it in him to dampen geun’s spirits. “it’s, uh, something.” on the bright side: they’ll probably be murdered by a killer ghost within seconds. cool. “alright, casper, where are you? don’t you want to come out of hiding so i can shoot you with this plasma gun that i got off ebay?” turning towards his best friend, sunny grins and answers the question geun never asked: “30000won, a bargain.”

geun doesn’t let the others disappointment bring him down, knowing that the shot will look cool as hell when they’re editing later. “ghosts don’t work like that! you can’t force them out. they come to you when they’re ready. you have to respect them!” he would know, but even tonight it’s slower than usual. geun’s used to activity starting up almost as soon as he enters a place, his presence enough of a spark to get their energy going, but this house just remained quiet and ominous. he’s halfway down the hall when sunny starts talking, turning to look back at him as he brags about his ebay buy. “don’t shoot them!” geun scolds, but there is still a fond smile curled onto the corner of his lips. the energy around him seems to spike for a moment before fading away again. “i don’t think they want to be shot anyway. they didn’t seem to like that.”