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[damimates]

when you said ross instead of seaman.

[iures]

Since it doesn't look like we're going anywhere... Well, we are going somewhere. Alarmingly fast, actually. But since we're not busy other than that, here's a couple of facts. He's not just a regular moron. He's the product of the greatest minds of a generation working together with the express purpose of building the dumbest moron who ever lived. And you just put him in charge of the entire facility. [clap clap] Good that's still working.  

[mibomin]

right place

@mixheomin

bomin’s been told that he’s got a sharp tongue before, and he’s well aware of the fact that he isn’t exactly... the best at reading social situations. there were a lot of things that bomin cared for but the feelings of a random stranger was perhaps the lowest on his list. 

honestly speaking, it probably wasn’t a very bright idea for bomin to start some sort of a fight with this random stranger; especially considering the fact that bomin wasn’t exactly the best when it came to combat. hacking and coding, sure! he could definitely do that, but swinging punches? shit. bomin wasn’t the right guy for that.

“i said,” he repeats, “dumbass, there’s a queue for a reason,” it’s probably a petty matter to even fight about –– some guy cutting him off at the convenience store, and bomin stubbornly chasing him to scold the guy. but he wasn’t in the best of moods either. “you stupid, bald, fuck,” he spits, frowning. then he sees it, he’s really pissed off the man this time. there’s a fist being raised and bomin doesn’t know how to react.

[jaehyunrk]

say cheese

@rklisa​

dance. jaehyun’s never been overly confident about his dancing. if anything, he knows that he isn’t exactly the best dancer royal has to offer, so to have an evaluation where it’s so heavily focused on dancing... jaehyun isn’t exactly ecstatic about it. that and the added fact that they have to catch cameras.

he catches lisa during their lunch break and as usual, he sits opposite her. “i think my bones are going to hate me,” he says, “muscles too.” he has to get used to tough dances, but he isn’t exactly a fan of them as well. “i have no idea how i’m gonna have to catch all those cameras.”

picking up an apple, he pretends to use it as a camera. “look here! now here! smile here!” he says, as though a camera man, before he takes a bite of the camera. “what song are you guys doing for this month?” he asks.

[haknyeonrk]

for real

@rkmbin

lately, haknyeon’s taken an interest in well... trying to get into shape. or well, more accurately, trying to get chocolate abs and biceps. he’s fairly well built (despite being short –– though he’ll never admit to that), and his body is lean in it’s own way. and sure, he enjoys sports but he’s never actually... done gym stuff before. it’s never really been his thing; if anything he’d just run laps and then go and play some basketball. 

though he wants to get those biceps and maybe some abs along the way too. so he takes it upon himself to actually go to the gym in nova, perhaps try to learn about the equipment there. that is of course, until he sees it.

moonbin.

his moonbin. his hyung moonbin. shirtless. he actually can’t believe what he’s seeing; not sure if it’s even a reality at that moment. because moonbin is... moonbin’s whole body is –– “hyung is that even real?” he gasps, the moment he enters the gym. he doesn’t shy away from looking at moonbin, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. “hyung are you even real?” he raises both his brows.

[ccjongin-blog]

we’re in it to win

( @ccjaewon ) 

his biggest fear when he’d heard about this whole... cahoots the governing body had planned was that he really did not want to be with a deadweight. jongin knew that he could very much carry his own; surviving the first timeline and all helped with his ability to not fuck up as much anymore.

so when he found out that he’d been paired with jaewon, he was more than relieved. after all, jaewon was a part of nightshade –– and despite him not being as close to jaewon as he’d like, he knew the boy enough to know that he wouldn’t be bringing him down during this whole dumb competition the governing body had put up.

“jaewon hyung,” he called up, nudging the boy with his arm. it’s hard for him to hide the sly smirk that makes it’s way across his face, and the little glint in his eyes as he turns to look at the older boy. “i can’t believe we got paired up,” he begins, finger tapping against the charm on his necklace –– his magical weapon when unused. “with a team like ours, we’ve pretty much already won, haven’t we?” he jokes, though he’s sort of half serious. if anything, jongin’s pretty confident in his teamwork with jaewon. 

[bc-senjougahara-blog]

until dawn.

@bc-ant

Depois de ter saído da festa vermelha da vila e todas essas coisas, a garota quase correu para sua casa durante o resto de noite que tinha e largou os sapatos de salto na entrada e foi tomar um banho depois de verificar se o homem com quem morava já tinha chegado. Roubou uma das camisetas dele, esperando que talvez não fosse pega em um momento onde sentia falta do mestiço quanto estava; sabia que ele agiria como se não fosse exatamente isso o fato dela estar com sua roupa. Tsukihi saiu do quarto, indo para a sala com o caderno de desenho e um lápis. Ligou a televisão apenas pelo barulho dos desenhos animados e começou a rabiscar numa posição não particularmente confortável, mas era o suficiente para distraí-la enquanto o sono não chegava. E enquanto Anthony também não chegava. Era clichê, mas ela adorava a roupa dele justamente porque sempre acabava com um vestido, mas melhor que isso era que a barra da camiseta tinha o tamanho exato para esconder as marcas que ela odiava ter feito em si.

Sem perceber, estava quase caindo no sono deitada de lado no sofá, com o lápis entre os dedos da mão esquerda quando o barulho da fechadura fez com que ela se erguesse subitamente, apenas para encontrar o melhor amigo ainda com suas roupas sociais. Em qualquer outro momento da vida deles, ela já dispararia alguma frase de sermão, mas a convivência tinha acostumado ela com aqueles dias onde ele demorava a chegar ou tinha que ir e voltar de algum canto da Coreia. Ela só largou o lápis e se sentou, sorrindo preguiçosamente e o chamando pelo nome, para que ele se aproximasse. E quando ele o fez, ela, sonolenta, não resistiu, puxando-o com cuidado para perto pela gravata e lhe dando um selinho bem demorado sobre os lábios. — Boa noite... — Disse bem de pertinho e seus dedos deslizaram pelo tecido liso da gravata, libertando o rapaz.