#98flynn

[lanakwn-blog]

||    ∆;   Attention @98flynn ! 

               ‘’I mean.. is it only me or have others said that you look like a little puppy?’’ Lana asked the younger boy as she couldn’t help but to chuckle ‘’ I mean it in a good way, you really look like a puppy..’’

[heiyong]

&+ .. starter for @98flynn​

“Are you really getting mad at me?” she asked in disbelief, blowing a piece of hair away from her face as she tried to pick up the glass with her hands. “I didn’t do it on purpose, okay? I said I was sorry, just get me the trashcan before someone steps on this.” Guilt filled her lungs and caused her to exhale nervously, picking up the pieces of the broken hand-made family portrait. Her clumsiness has generated a lot of problems for her in the past, and this was one of the minor incidents. Regardless, she felt terrible for it and sniffed a couple times to hold in tears of frustration. “Do you have glue? Maybe we can fix it actually..”

[hxnryz-archived]

“C'MON, I NEED A PLAYER 2.”

( Status: Open! )

“UGH.” It’s hard not to notice in the male’s voice just how sleepy he is, considering he just got woken up by the younger’s call. But as desperate as Franklynn sounds, he probably can’t tell. “Alright, fine, wait up for me.” It still takes Henry a few moments until he manages to get out of bed. It might be early afternoon already, but it’s also one of his days off — so yes, he actually intended to stay in bed as long as even possible. Instead, he’s now sitting down in front of his computer to play a game online with his younger friend. Since Henry moved into this new apartment a few months ago, he finally got himself a desktop computer outside of his studio, so he can do some work on that one instead — and sometimes even play games, whenever his schedule allows him to. “Alright, signing in. Shall we switch to Skype or something?”

[jinvory]

top 5 movies?

answered here!

[mieraki-blog]

“i just wanted to say… shit.”

crazy, stupid, love sentence starters!

Chapter One: Baek Youngmi & @98flynn (hope this is okay! If anything, just let me know and I’ll change/re-write it!) Status: always accepting.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, the floral dress she had chosen fitting her petite body perfectly. A smile crept on her lips as she posed to herself, several events popping into her mind. ‘With this dress on, I’ll be able to conquer the world! I look so good on it! Damn, girl!’, she innocently thought to herself. After some extra brief moments of self admiration, she unzipped the dress and allowed it to run down her body and fall down to the ground. Her fair skin was fully exposed now, a pair of pink lace lingerie covering her intimate parts. “Ah, I’m so pretty, what should I do?!” She sang to herself, gathering her belongings and wiggling her small bum happily. Ever since she woke up that morning, she had been in the best of the moods. And when one of her guy friends, Franklynn, accepted to go shopping with her, her day only got better. At that moment, he was waiting for her outside the fitting room and was probably tired of waiting for her. However, when she heard his voice so close to where she was, she felt a pang of panic running through her veins and found nowhere to hide. And there he was: pushing the curtain to the side and meeting her almost naked silhouette. A gasp left her lips as he cursed and she tried covering her body with her small hands, failing miserably. “Dude! What is wrong with you? What are you even doing?! If you want to see me naked, just say it, I can send you some nudes―oh, my God! What am I even saying? That was a joke! I tend to joke around when I’m nervous, okay?! This is your fault! Get out!”

[jaenitor-blog]

❞ I have a wonderful idea! Let's change the subject! ❞

   This, this is his favorite concept. Tell him your deep, dark secrets. Spill out all your frustrations, your anger, your guilty conscious. Humor him with your sex life gone wrong. Confide in to him and he’d be happy to listen. Really. Contrary to popular belief, Jaeho relishes in the idea of people confessing to him. Embraces it even. Of course, it’s not because he’s the comforting type. In fact, he’s far from it. He’s a CRUSTY janitor for crying out loud! Not some rich, overly-priced therapist who make a living by listening to people moan on and on about their pathetic life. No, no, he’s in it for the blackmail. PURE blackmail material. And Boy Wonder is no exception.

   “And I have a wonderful idea,” he’s wagging his fingers in front of his face, brushing off his suggestions entirely, “let’s not. Keep going! What exactly did your sister catch you doing?”