#............ yeah

[vogueksoo]

i want to experience the feeling of listening to tempo’s acapella part for the first time again

[yasmeensh]

Little update on the comic. I'm working my way on it. Just about to finish my rough draft for chapter 3. I haven't started any clean pages yet. I plan on doing the entire rough copy first. I hope to finish a big part of it this summer. I'm having a lot of fun with it………

[zyztemz]

shoutout to my roommate elijah / ref :]

[apcthies]

MAI CONSIDERED HERSELF TO BE OBSERVANT. it was a matter of pride that she noticed the little things, that she remembered the little things. committing these tiny bits of information about people and her surroundings to memory made her feel a sense of accomplishment, especially when given the chance to prove her knowledge. her grandmother had an old oil painting of some peonies that mai’s grandfather had given her on one of their anniversaries before he passed, so mai made a point to bring a fresh bouquet every time she visited. her little sister had offhandedly commented that she’d never been to a sleepover before, so mai made a big deal out of throwing the best one she could ever ask for. so, it was beyond RARE that mai was so engrossed with her phone to notice the absolute situation she was about to walk headfirst into. if she’d been paying attention, she would’ve noticed the moving truck parked on the curb outside her building. if she’d been paying attention, she’d have recognized the familiar leather couch being team lifted through the lobby. if she’d been paying attention, she probably would have had the time to work out why the voice calling to hold the elevator sounded so familiar. of course, since she was much too focused on frowning at the series of excuses yume had sent as to why her latest report card had been less than impressive. she’d been gearing up for an over-the-phone lecture, brows knitted and scowl on her lips as she held the doors open. and it’s funny how in the movies they always talk about how time stops, that everything feels like it had suddenly come to a screeching halt, but mai could attest to it in that moment. she thought that maybe she’d even stopped breathing. five years was a long time. but as mai’s eyes met beau’s, five years was suddenly five minutes. he was so painfully the same as she remembered him; same unkempt hair that looked like he’d just run his fingers through it, same warmth following him wherever he went, same soft eyes ( now looking as if he’d seen a ghost .. and rightly so. she was sure her expression mirrored his ) .. it was all the same. the doors bumping into her arm as they tried in vain to close again startled her out of her blatant staring, dropping her eyes as he and someone else stepped inside, the doors sliding shut behind them. he’s here, he’s here, he’s here. her mind was positively reeling as tension thickened the air inside the elevator. steeling herself with a deep intake of breath, she raised her eyes back to meet his, grip on her phone tightening as her heart took off a mile a minute. “ h-hi, ” she said lamely, briefly closing her eyes as she swallowed past the nervous lump in her throat. her body was in complete turmoil — on the one hand, she was over the moon to see him again, absolutely fucking overjoyed to be in the same space after so long. on the other .. god, it hurt. she could swear that her poor heart was on the brink of breaking all over again just at the sight of him, so close and yet so completely out of her reach. and, again, suddenly …. five years felt like fifty. — ( @eautendres )

[mercutiotakethewheel]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern! tagged by @goatsandgangsters (hiii and thanks for the tag)!!

"The tears and screaming came instantly, once he’d dropped the match."

"Flint’s grandfather told him a story once."

"It was dark in the ruins of Novosibirsk."

"Nikolai’s friends would be angry if they knew."

"Oftentimes, being with Zoya was like pulling teeth."

"There have been a million different spectres of temptation over the years, ever shifting and evolving, ever adding new ones onto the fire, around the fire, stories shared, lectures shouted from pulpits, etc."

"Aleskander might not be pleased by what he was seeing, in his room, across the tether, but he’d have to be a fool surprised by it."

"Alina knew better than to take it personally when the General called her “Miss Starkov.”'

"The wood fucks with your brain."

"Alina and Zoya sat side by side, sharing the shade of a wide oak tree, having elected to take a brief break."

Tagging (if ya'll feel like it): @candlemouse, @faeriebabee, @carolinelikesdinner, @wardofwinters, and @kaptainkitkat

[storywolf]

@feylived asked: "My strong recommendation: don't." / hope xo

“You know that thing? The thing where you tell someone not to do something- or strongly recommend that they don’t do something - then all they want to do then is to Do The Thing.” Wolf questioned, a singular eyebrow raised. “Just asking for UNRELATED reasons. I’m totally NOT going to do the thing just cos you said don’t.”

[kyberled-a]

which aesthetic™ color are you?

Lavender 

You have a soft heart. Your home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks you've made, been given, or picked up on your travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by your comforting energy. Your friends know they can turn to you for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. At times, you find yourself tending to others more than you do yourself, and you often take on more than you can bear of others' sadness. Just remember-- you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. They would want nothing less for you.

Tagged by: stolen​ Tagging: steal it