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[testing-my-fucking-themes-blog]

Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying?

He or She is a human, a fucking human being. The only option here is to do it: don’t be a fucking pussy, save them. All life is precious. Is it a trap? maybe... does it matter? no. Save them. It’s like asking if the sky is blue -- of course. 

[sunmichi]

10:09 PM / i'm thinking that i'm blessed to have this angel in my life. she's kind and understanding - a little busy sometimes but always tries her best to be around enough. i'm thinking that my life would be duller without her, grayer without her. i'm thinking that i'm so darn grateful and wish i showed it better. i'm wondering if i deserve such a fun and creative woman around my sorry caboose. - anon

Anonymously tell me the time and what you’re thinking / Accepting!

Well, anon-ssi---I’d correct you and say fallen angel, actually, from that time she tried to climb atop a Christmas tree and failed one-tenth of the way up. Actually, in truth---she’s not around much because she’s trying to master that art.

In all honesty though, I think she would say the same. The world would probably be a little grayer without you, and not just because you’d bring down the average age. And she would say that the caboose is definitely the funnest part of the train, so your caboose should definitely not be sorry.

[clementide-archived]

“Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.”

his voice is the last thing she hears. it filters through hasty footsteps and the reluctant groan of the bus door sliding open ten feet ahead. then through the six am traffic whipping past and the sharp wind that cuts through it like a knife. it should be white noise, his voice, but it only expands in volume until it echoes like static in her ears. it makes her stall, and it makes her lose track of the incessant flow of time that tiptoes on without her. 

she lifts a brow first, hinting confusion at the sudden strike up of conversation, but it’s the half-lidded gaze she pinpoints at his face that reveals the greater truth: if the walk of shame encompassed a typical night at the lab for a med student, jieun has frequented it all the same for the fifth time this week. “they’re also for sleep and sleep.” it’s one word short of please don’t talk to me, i’m ready to pass out, but it’s enough to send her on her way. she thinks she sees the light turn green, crosswalk flooding with the usual morning buzz of passersby.

she steps off the curb then, but not without her best attempt at a lopsided smile flashed towards her minute companion. footsteps increase in number, heartbeat falls parallel to their thumping against the concrete, and the white noise makes a return.

[masuoi-blog]

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

one of the great things about jangmi was that she obtained control in other ways that didn’t require immense help from others. she had the wits to get her in the places she needed to be and had no problem struggling to get there. in a visual way, she was fighting for herself and that inner flint of desire to seek the perfection she wished to view in the world. whether it was physically or metaphorically, she was keen on building herself up to that point of glory. and yet, despite such seemingly pure intentions, she always seemed to somehow get herself in trouble. when she switched lives with her twin sister the change in location and adaption nearly caused the big secret to be revealed as there were certain specifics the pair didn’t know about each other. or how on occasion she’ll be staying over at someone’s home and realize later on certain people where not informed of her presence and saw it as something secretively sultry or discreetly toxic. but out of all of her unplanned chaotic outcomes and self desires this painted– or shall i say sprayed scenario was one of the more humourous ones. she felt no guilt like always too, and his retort only caused her eyes to obnoxiously roll. how could she forcefully ‘talk him into’ doing something he had the control of determining? she wasn’t that controlling. 

and her eyes rolled, those little brown irises swarming in the horizon of her lids as she merely mocked his statement while she was cleaning up the mess they had created. it was a two part crime after all. “are you chickening out now? its already been done.” she was referring to the graffiti on the brick walling, all frugal and colourful. “if you don’t want to sign your name just use some sort of code, like a123. don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” that last line had her snorting too; who did she even have to tell? no one. “i think it turned out pretty nice though, better than my last attempt at block art.”

[erbxs]

"Don't do anything stupid."

Chivalry never came naturally to Erebus. His disposition for solitude more often than not made the option of turning a blind eye all the more tempting than it already was – what for get your hands dirty for the sake of another without the promise of personal gain? Heartless, he knew; only a fool would think him otherwise with a mindset so seemingly self-centered. But tonight. Tonight was different. The day had been rough and the past week hadn’t been the most accommodating, either. He would have gone to the nearest gym to relieve the pent up stress, but the night called out to him more than usual and he never had the heart to reject night’s beckoning.

Much to the luck of the young lady he spotted in quite the pinch.

Hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, he strolled down the sidewalk with the glistening moon above head. It was then he spotted a woman across the street, encircled by what appeared to be a gang of hoodlums that made it their life’s mission to harass the lady as much as humanely possible. Oh, how Erebus abhorred those who thought themselves more superior than everyone else. Granted, his statement was like a pot calling a kettle black but at least he didn’t harm anyone the same way the group of scum seemed to be doing. His hands itched to do something – not entirely due to the desire to help but primarily for an excuse for some action – and before his mind could give any instructions, his body took over and he found himself striding towards them without care of any oncoming vehicles. “Oi,” Erebus bellowed once he reached close proximity, throwing at them the cliched lines you’d hear in these situations before a fight ensued between him and the males of various sizes.

Now, Erebus wasn’t the most muscular of men. In fact he was more on the slender side, and it was only up until recently he rediscovered his love for aggression. However to things he hand under his belt were years – more like centuries – of experience, and immortality. In the middle of all the chaos the young female managed to escape undetected, leaving Erebus to fend for himself. Not as horrible of a situation as one would perceive it to be, if he were to be honest; a few blows were enough to scare two of the men away and to leave another down on the ground. Clearly, the odds were in his favour. He grabbed one of the remaining men by the collar, about to proceed with whatever his body chose to do until he heard an additional voice. “Don’t do anything stupid,” the voice said. Under any other circumstance Erebus would have scoffed or laughed, but now adrenaline coursed through his veins, muscle memory of countless brawls from the past controlling his arms and manipulating his legs.

Who dared disturb his fun?

He shoved the man away and turned towards the ‘intruder’, another male of taller stature but that never stopped Erebus before; who was to say it would stop him tonight? Fire raged behind cold eyes; an alarming amalgamation, there was no doubt about that.

“I don’t think I said you could tell me what to do.” Voice as cold as ice he met the stranger’s gaze head on, body for now still but ready to lunge at any given moment.

’Don’t you dare,’ screamed his eyes. ’Run away,’ whispered the darkness of the night.

[14216-blog1]

“Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.”

❝ Coffee, definitely. Contemplation... sometimes.” He was distracted, his pen scribbling away in a notebook as he suddenly wrote down what the other had just said to him, “Sounds like lyrics,” he muttered under his breath before lifting his gaze and closing the journal. “Usually I’m up all night so I gotta get that caffeine kick, otherwise... well, I feel like a zombie. Hah.” He laughed mildly at his dumb joke. 

[sunmichi]

"I followed her voice and woke up lying here."

( this stop is yours! @animatxr )

That’s a story she hasn’t heard before. If you don’t count the time she came across a man who swore his map brought him to exactly the middle of nowhere, where according to said map, he would find a small town at a crossroads. Truth or legend? Mi decided she wasn’t quite sane enough to judge.

The early morning crispness is still hanging on, even as the sun crawls across a bright sky. Her shadow falls over the young man’s left side, backpack and scarf distorting its edges into an amorphous blob with legs. She squints at him. Scratches between her nostrils. Blinks again as she studies him. “Voice? What was it saying? The only voice out here is the call of the wild,” she quips with a grin, then squats down, palm bracing against the dying grass. “Did you find her? Oh, oh, I got it!---Whoever it was, did she maybe... knock you out unconscious?”

[grimgott]

“It could be worse.”

      Dead Boy scowls in absolute distaste, lifting his foot to glower at the dog poop giving his already-muddied sneakers a snug little hug. Maybe the stranger was trying to lift the boy’s spirits with some words of encouragement, but it really doesn’t do the trick. So his gaze flicks up, studies the other, evaluates their ability to do him harm (no, he decides, they look like a pretty-pretty princess), and proceeds to swipe his foot through blades of grass. He heaves a hefty sigh, and musters up a sardonic smile. “Yeah. could have been your shit I stepped in. But, ‘ppreciate it though.”