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[yooneundal]

Yoon stared out the giant windows, the sun slowly starting to peek over the horizon, sipping on the tea that had gone cold hours ago. Phoenix was still practicing, or more like occupying the practice room. Yoon had slipped out, to let his members have a few minutes of sleep before one of the managers came in and woke them up. His eyes were heavy, his body sore but the sun slowly rising energized him, not a lot but enough to keep him awake at least for a few more hours. Glancing at the time, quarter to six in the morning. The idol's stomach growled, before sighing. He downed the rest of his tea, before tossing the paper cup in the recycling. He supposes he should go and make a breakfast run, coffee and pastries for everyone. Yoon sighed again, slowly stretching, letting out a yawn before rubbing his eyes. He double checked that he had his phone and wallet before heading out the main doors. He made his way slowly down the street, towards the glowing sign for 7/11. Yoon yawns again, hands shoved into his hoodie pocket. Soft hums soon escape him, lost in thought. He reaches for the door handle only for it to come flying open. Yoon attempted to step aside only to be hit in the shin by the door. “Aish! Careful!” He cries out, bending down to rub his leg. 

[producermin]

Min parked his car, and grabbed the bags from the front seat, careful of the cake and food so as to not spill it. Shutting the door he made his way to the backseat and grabbed the bags that his mother had dropped off, kimchi and side dishes from their grandmother, and whatever his mother had sent as a gift, knowing her it was most likely hanbok. He stared at the pile of bags and groaned before shutting the door and locking the doors as best he could with his hands full. The producer made his way inside the building,slightly concerned at the lack of security this building had. He carefully navigated the small hallway and practically took up the tiny elevator, he was glad no one else tried to enter, it would have been awkward. He eyes the bags, there are way too many bags, causing him to shake his head. Why couldn't his mother drop them off herself? She loved her nephew right? The elevator doors opened, bringing him from his thoughts. Min sighed and stepped out of the elevator, his eyes scanning the hall to make sure he was headed in the right direction.Finally deciding to turn left, hoping that was the correct direction. The numbers on the doors were getting smaller, so he knew he didn’t have to turn around, this time. Finally he arrived at the end of the hall. Stopping outside apartment 401, the producer emptied his hands of most of the bags, carefully of course, only keeping a hold of the food and cake he brought with him before pausing to remember the code. After thinking, and failing to remember he leaned over and pressed the doorbell. “Seungho-ah, it’s cold out here.” Min says leaning down just a bit and smiles softly at the camera before standing up and waiting for the door to open.  

@lvminosityy

[erguitar]

      ‘ duder----is there anything you cannot do, serious question ??  @beatsdrums

[danceoffs-blog]

    if peter looks like he's deep in thought -- well, he totally is, since that's, you know, what happens when you're about to ask what is literally the most important question that anyone has ever asked anyone. ever.

    ❝okay, greatest movie in history. go.❞ a beat; he looks very, very seriously into the eyes of the person next to him. because this is serious. ❝hint: if you don't say footloose, you're totally wrong.❞

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[aldairxenchanter-blog]

Nathaniel couldn’t decide if feeling amused by the amount of not-so-subtle glances and whispers that followed his slow trail through the town or to feel sorry that there were so many people with no better thing to do than stare at a newcomer. Relatively small towns like that had that almost zealous amount of distrust for new people that he had always found curious in a way and he could admit that Spellbrooke had more reasons than other places to be wary of new people considering the mystical rumors that surrounded it.

His fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the corner of the page of the grimoire he was reading as he sat at a table of the first café he had found on his way into the town and he only stopped going through the words of the old book when he felt the pinprick feeling of another stare fixated on him and he peered up from the page with an easy smile already forming on his lips “I swear that I don’t just bite people who approach me.” he piped in, his clear blue eyes centered on the other person “Not too hard, at least.” he added mirthfully as an afterthought.

[noshxme]

“Have you seen Mr. Flufferkins?” Levi asked the other, as he looked for his cat. “He, uh, he has a tail, and he’s about as tall as a cat.”

[veshtica-blog1]

『 x 』 Wanda hadn’t know what to expect when she was offered this job. Yes, she was more than qualified for the academic part of it. On the other hand, she’d never really interacted with kids before. Granted, they weren’t really children, but it felt like it had been centuries since she’d been a teenager. Wanda didn’t particularly see herself as the mentoring type, but she supposed that if administration contacted her then they had other ideas. The classroom was bare, save for the essentials. She set her books down- various dictionaries and grammar references, things she’d never really had to use. The witch had never studied, not in the traditional sense. The languages she was set to teach she’d picked up naturally, in the streets, conversing with locals, occasionally running away from said locals. Hate was understandable, no matter what language you spoke. She sighed, looking around the room once more. Her class wasn’t due for a few hours, and she’d showed up early to prepare, but she couldn’t help but feel lost. This was new, very new, and she could only hope she wouldn’t be a complete failure at this.