#excruious

[deflous]

enamor me.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day, feel free to specify.]meme: xstatus: accepting![ — excruious​ ]

                                       “Come on!”

                                                “Where are we going?”

                                  “To my favorite place in the whole world.”

                                                             “But it’s so late..”

Well, that was entirely the point. Her favorite place was literally anywhere she could see the stars – so, they weren’t going somewhere too far away. “Oh, come on. Just get in the car and stop being a baby,” A gentle chuckle slipped past her lips as she, too, at the moment got into the driver side. There was this place where she always went to, though. Somewhere where the the stars shined like little diamonds in the sky, making the view worth more than anything in this world. And this was something she really wanted to share with him, because it was something she treasured the most – alongside with him. It wasn’t something he was aware of, though, Not yet – she hoped. 

“You better not make fun of me when we get there– Or else I’ll punch you in the face,” The words were, obviously, said with a hint of playfulness in her voice. Of course, he was already laughing at her and her child-like actions. Iris was happy to have him as her best friend, she knew that she would be totally lost without him. He was the only one who understood her and knew how to handle her at her worst. And between all these lines, somewhere, she had developed some sort of feelings that were strange – yet so familiar – to her. But knowing her, she was one to avoid them at all cost. Ruining yet another friendship was nothing she could deal with anymore – she wouldn’t be able to handle it physically. 

But after pushing those thoughts aside, she parked the car and playfully punched his arm before she got out, bringing that blanket she had brought with her. “Ah, here we are. My favorite place,” The smile that grew on his face made her happy, honestly. It seemed like he liked it too. Well, who could ever hate stargazing? 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t?” “It really is.”

And with that, Iris couldn’t help but keep on rambling all the facts about stars – that stars are only beautiful for far away; that the bigger they are, the sooner they die. Although he didn’t seem too interested, he listened to her and that was enough for her. But once that was done, they fell into an interesting conversation, like always, and kept talking and talking for two hours before it was too late. It was the deep, fascinating conversations that made her heart beat faster than normal whenever she saw him – and as she looked him in the eyes, she finally realized how lost she was in them. The thing was that she didn’t even mind it. Being lost within him; she didn’t mind any of that. Holy fuck. He’s so beautiful. He’s so breathtaking. He’s so kissable. Control yourself, Iris.

“I like you.”she blurted out suddenlyand out of the blue.“Wait what–”he asked while beingutterly confused.

But without letting him register what she had said, she reached out and cupped his cheeks with her lithe hands before pulling him in close. Her actions were all sudden and out of the blue, and even if she had so much to lose, she dared to do it. To kiss him on the lips with all the courage she had left inside – she allowed her soft lips to collide with his own, and if anything, it felt…right? It felt right to kiss him like this, underneath all the shining stars. Even if it was just for this one time, she was willing to risk it all; even if she just killed herself with the taste of his lips on top her own. 

[valeriesong-blog]

( excruious​ )

(sms, val) alright, so, i’ve got somethin kinda amusing up my sleeves and it’s like …… crazy insane, i don’t know

(sms, val) i don’t know why or how or how i feel about this, roughly said & put: this is an ironic mess but Do hear me out! listen close,

(sms, val) …. .. . what if we lived in a false world

(sms, val) a false society. a strange… fake society. like this world, of you and i, is just . like .. nothing. nada. fake as heck! fake. not real.

(sms, val) ok, you followin me?

(sms, val) so like … the drugs we take [specifically the hallucinogen types of dope] opens our minds to see what our world Really looks like

(sms, val) let that sorta sink in for a minute. let it marinate. a penny for your thoughts, maybe? yeah?

(sms, val) ,, this is some confucius sounding mess isn’t it [i’m not snorting anything i promise you this is just something really rad that i gotta get an opinion on]

(sms, val) anyways sorry it’s like four am i’ll sleep now i guess

「 ➣ text : efrain  」 i’m seriously always fascinated by your 4am thoughts. but hey, i’m following, even though you sound drunk and all that. 

「 ➣ text : efrain  」 hm.. well, that’d be a huge conspiracy right there, seeing if they ban us from drugs and from seeing the real world there is----

「 ➣ text : efrain  」 but then again, that real world, is it as great as what things are now?

「 ➣ text : efrain  」 and what do you mean exactly by fake? as in... like how it is in Mean Girls, the plastics?

「 ➣ text : efrain  」 well if people were fake that way, those drugs are sure an eye-opener.

「 ➣ text : efrain  」 imagine regina george being the nicest person in the world...

[valeriesong-blog]

[text] Currently on my Sunday walk of shame. Should I go to church?

TFLN Sentence Starters (part 6)status: accepting!

「 ➣ text : efrain  」 The shame set in pretty late, but just in time.

「 ➣ text : efrain  」 Sunday’s the day for church! Why are you even asking whether you should? 「 ➣ text : efrain  」You have to!

[elvidercni]

starter for: excruious

being alone is a salve for hyuntae. he anticipates with such relish how he’ll get to have his solo time at the end of each day which he often spends eating out by himself. he preferred that because he could either eat really quick and leave right away or chill for an hour to wherever he went to dine. and it was usually at one place for years now if not his own home where he could have her mom’s homemade food or be the one to cook something for the family. other than that, it was convenient for him because every time he would go with someone, he feels compelled to pay for the bill even when he isn’t subjected to so that’s where he stands and he’s found comfort in that too much that it became weird to have someone join him for dinner unless it was his mom or dad at home. even eating with his dad was weird considering how busy he always seemed.

so it’s a ramyun place that becomes the favorite. one that had a friendly owner (who occasionally yells at one or two of his busboys), welcoming staff of four who knew him by name, and generally a down-home atmosphere. that was the beauty of local shops. he’s a strong supporter and consumer of local businesses that even he wanted to open up one of his own. something that has to do with korean and mexican fusion food because the best one’s all the way in itaewon. but he’s not even mexican and he doesn’t have the culinary art skills to make it a success. he’s left with authentic korean instead. nothing bad about that! it still is his favorite cuisine and the only one that’s keeping him in good shape, away from his full-figured self years back.

the shop’s purpose isn’t limited to its menu. with a digestive system like hyuntae’s, he’s also a frequenter in its bathroom. he takes about five minutes scarfing down a bowl of noodles while an hour or half in the loo and in that time, he’d have scribbled a complete landscape of the park he would sleep at in the wee hours of the night which would be erased the next day. but of course, he doesn’t stop there! he’s always in that stall, after all. it’s a good thing he always had a pen on him. he’d come up with something new everyday. random doodles. sometime’s it’s a 100 won jjari dongjeon with the face of madonna in it instead of lee soonshin, sometimes it’s a yacht that had fixed wings attached to it. who knows what other things his brain comes up with? his most recent one shocks him, however, as it hasn’t been erased like the rest he’d drawn on the stall’s door. 

did someone forget to? did they have not enough people to close up the store the night before? the drawing was of the shop’s modern version, how he pictured it renovated. not that he didn’t like how it looked like currently and wanted it all to change, but it’s the way his mind works. it’s what he does and it just comes natural. maybe they found the idea interesting? he’s leaving the assumptions at last resort, though. the drawing occupied a good portion of the door so instead of more drawings, he decided to write down a poem. nothing too fancy because he’s not much into shakespeare or anything deep. with his scrawny penmanship, he writes in english:

I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you — Nobody — too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise — you know!

How dreary to be — Somebody! How public — like a Frog — To tell one’s name — the livelong June — To an admiring Bog!

[requism-blog]

the germans call it the 'wonder drug'.

kill your darlings sentence starters

Dahlia seeps through heavy lids. Ink droplets of indigo bleed through pores. The lunacy of vis vitalis streams colored mania in his veins, a carousal insistent alongside reckless abandon, but his head is spinning, spilling, spurring. Words, sputtering. A repertoire of ticks and consistency in mauve proves the midnight black engraved into his skull. Fuchsia blooms from his fingertips to hazy dust before settling into a pile rosy grain, and Baekhyun stares longingly at the verdigris dripping from his palms. 

“Hook me up, man, my body’s crying out for this shit,” Baekhyun muses distractedly in awakening joy. His eyes squint to beady crescents as lips stretch out in an eminent grin. Trademark cheshire. He seethes glorious rumination onto grassy hills expanding for miles behind them while his head cricks playfully to glance at Efrain. 

This is him. This is who his bank account is waiting for. Hit and run in one shot! He’s supposed to, at least. Has the monoxide filling in his back pocket.In his back pocket. You have it in your back pocket.

“Germany is great. I love… the Germans…”