#gimbabs

[jkbaws]

gimbabs​:

Wait, before I can answer, why are you makin’ such a cute expression in front of me like that… You actually look more like a chipmunk now, yes you’re the chipmunk – proving my point as to why I think so before I could even begin to explain it. I like it, though, it’s a… winsome… change from your pro’ mean girl face. Which I like too, don’t get me wrong.

In short, you like my face? Mean girl face, ‘chipmunk’, or anything else? Or is it that you like the charm reversal? Heh... aigoo, Bobby, you’re cute sometimes. What cute expression, though...? It’s just... my face. And why am I a chipmunk? I still need answers. I’ve been called a kitty... or a bunny, sometimes a hamster... but chipmunk? You think I’m a rodent? Heol...!! My voice is nowhere near high pitched! People call it... deep but soothing! I won’t accept this unless I get a clear explanation.

[daseotsal-blog]

받는 사람: @gimbabs 보내는 사람: taebang

they say the supreme being out there never packs the poison without the antidote. this was to things like natural food; with fructose comes fiber. in writing, taehyung felt the same. there was always a dose of poison, otherwise the message is always cancelled out as dull. once or twice that he had gone to revise a simple verse, even he thought he was satisfied. not until the third that he was able to see through the effort he had exerted and find that there were flaws to only recognizing that he had done something rather than critically analyzing whether or not it was up to par.

they say write about love. while it was a blessing to have a brain that manufactures new material easier than others, it was a curse that reminded him of the life he didn’t have. the people he didn’t know, the love he didn’t feel; it was all creativity, all in his head. there was no way to turn that off and no simple way to make it genuine. he talks to matthew for a piece of advice yet whenever he hears his saccharine sentiments, all he’s left to think was how dispassionate his writing becomes with his input. their views on love were poles apart. as much as it pains him, he turns to a dongsaeng. neither were somin nor jiwoo.

kim jiwon, winner of show me the money season 3. his lyrics weren’t exactly taehyung’s cup of tea either. he liked it flowery and artistic, something that would come out of beenzino’s mouth. he liked it witty and symbolic, something that would be delivered by simon dominic. but he remembers vividly the time when the idol rapper proved taehyung wrong with his verse on ‘video’ and since then, the struggling new artist had wanted to catch a glimpse of what goes on beneath the ‘turn up’ and the iconic hook of him saying “baby call me trash” over and over.

what really happens behind the scenes? how does he compose his art? at this moment, it was something like taehyung asking “what’s it like being in a situation where you did something wrong to the person you... are... with... romantically,” he pauses and clears his throat. “and trying to make it up to them?” he could elaborate a little more but what is taehyung if not the epitome of vague? yes.

[ccreepri]

𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔢.... 𝔵

“Hol’up, I don’t really know about that, noona… Can it be hot milk instead? Or warm tea or somethin’? I don’t really like chocolate that much…” Ah, today had definitely done a swelljob at serving itself as one of those special unnecessarily cold days, as he’d put it. The kind that forces more layers of clothing onto his inked back, and a slightly thicker face mask across the lower half of his face. Even a hat that was not fitted as he’d liked became his smartest option, more so a beanie that kept the warmth in and the cold out. For that same reason initially mentioned, the coat he’d chosen to wear over was long enough to conceal of the entirety of his height from broad shoulders and down, the pattern slightly jagged and erratic, merely elegant and grey in colour. And soon enough also tossed and hanging over onto the standing rack it properly belonged onto along with other companions alike, though today was just her own, seemingly. For now. “You alone?”

Same thing applies for his pair of sneakers which settle for company alongside her smaller ones when he leaves them behind at the door with his subtle shivering, his sock covered feet leaving loud thudding behind in their wake as he gradually defrosts within the blissful warmth of the spacing by wandering for a bit until he finds himself bumping into the single presence of her own in the kitchen. Right, hot chocolate… Or was it hot tea? Hopefully the latter at most, though he didn’t want to seem ungrateful to her offer. So to opts to help along, strong arms purposefully stretching across the counter top as he reached and reached in front of her as if waiting for someone to return the favour and save him, his larger build giving her no choice but to keep scooting aside as he went on; fingering aside sugar, utensils, cups, and the lot that were already set onto the countertop for the purpose of making a choice.

“Ah… Excuse me there, yeah I need this. No… THIS… No…” Bobby swallows a thick snort, his pearly white teeth on full display nonetheless until he’s had enough and finally emerges from his slanted posture with a silver spoon at hand, the scooting ceasing and him turning for a glance at his lovely noona. Please don’t be annoyed with me. “I’ll help you out by stirrin’, is that a’ight? Heh.”

   Tension was high in the arch of her neck, muscles all bunched up and strained. Probably she should’ve called it a day and gone out for a massage. Though, if it did get worse she definitely would. All the work she had been doing would be in vain if she overexerted herself physically and caused any damage at all. Exhaling softly in the cool air she looked around with steel grey eyes seeking out the tools she was looking for. Her companion was making some sort of noise just behind her about .... a dislike for chocolate.   Wasn’t that just absurd? Didn’t all kids like chocolate?  Truthfully she was much closer to Big Bang & Winner members and had never been entirely sure of Jiwon’s age-- just aware that he was younger than her. Naturally this made her want to be like a big bro, and care for the cold little tyke. He was like a shivering little...naked animal in this cold, despite his carefully layered appearance. As her thin fingers laid out upon cups and such , he was removing his shoes. When the padding she never heard brought his distinct aura up behind her person she did not bother looking back. In truth Yeo-ri should’ve been more understanding of his vocalized distaste, she herself was not fond of sweet things. Chocolate especially was a ....non factor to her.  But did the boy really want bitter tea?  As if directed by her silent thoughts, suddenly the young man’s frame was easing into her curved side, nudging her out of the way of her task. She allowed it with a raised brow, stepping out of range once she felt he had completely invaded  her personal space bubble. Hand went straight up to rub circularly against the base of her throat-- actions of discomfort. Eyes narrowing down she gave an eye roll that she had learned from Kira before throwing up her hands.   “ Alright, alright, do it ya’ self then. I’m making my own tea.  Move.”  She snorted and grabbed her cup before repeatedly bumping him with her hip to grab the tea bag and sugar cubes, heading off to the small hot water heater to make her tea. Perhaps the chamomile steeped fluids would drain out some of her stress ‘n’ shit. ( @gimbabs )

[yunvice-blog]

❤️💛💚💙

send me a heart to learn something about my muse! ♡

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

Yunhyeong is all about skinship! If you watch him closely,you can always see him clinging onto his members whether it be to throw an arm across their shoulder or swat at them because of a teasing remark.But when it comes to a romantic sense, he’s more on the quiet side. Hewould let them warm up to him first before making the first move.

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

Woah, now that’s delving deep! Yunhyeong believes that loveat first sight does exist, but true love is something you can’t force. It has tohappen naturally or it’s somewhat unrealistic in his eyes. But fate worksboth ways so just sitting on your butt, waiting for “the one” is not essentiallythe best move either! It’s best to go out and meet as many people as you can,make lasting friendships with others and the rest just comes with time. Hedates to be with one special person for a very long time and maybe ending up marryingthem at some point. Leaping around from one lover to the next isn’t somethinghe’s intent on. To him a soulmate is an individual that you plan to spend therest of your life with.

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

Not the one to lie often, fallingin love to him sounded daunting. Not like in the horror film sense but becauseit’ll come with butterflies-in-the-stomach, sweaty palms, nervousness to no endand much more. Of course he does want it to happen to him. Like all things in life,this is just one of those things he can’t prepare much for. And that’s the ultimatereason to why he’s uneasy about it. Being in love is the same way.Although, it’ll appear as a rom-com movie. He wants to experience it all,even the highs and lows.

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

Wounded & dejected. It’s abittersweet thing to see the individual you’re in love with loving someone elseinstead. You start to think thoughts such as “what does that person have that Idon’t?” “why do they catch their eye more than me?” He trusts that everythinghappens for a reason and if they were meant to be, it would be. In the end, hewould move on because he wants to see everyone get a chance at happiness.

[solarkm]

6, 7, 8, 11, 12, 13

sensory asks ∙ ∙ ∙ calling out @gimbabs​!! 

6-8. 

answered here.  

11. are you very sensitive to smell?

answered here. 

12. favourite scent?  

like i’ve mentioned from a while ago, i usually prefer scents that are soft and light, nothing too strong ( ‘ a grin adorns her features and she leans back in thought, ennumerating a few she has in mind ) sweet pea and cherry blossoms are very pleasant, anything cotton like or powdery - honeydew and cinnamon, i like a variety of scents. 

13. opinion on the smell of blown-out candles? 

is it bad to say it’s a bit addicting? maybe it’s because the scent is so short lived. 

[svbjetarch]

            @gimbabs once danced…

       ♡       “I’ve — I’ve said somethin’ like that to you before…?” Silent. Bobby’s tone is as silent as his already lingering apology when he utters and stutters along the lengths of his wording, stunned by what he’d heard her speak of so suddenly, his throat unclear and swallowing behind partial words that result half-pronounced past the plush of his shifting lips in the process. An eyebrow arches before he could grant it consent to do as such, goodness, Bobby control yourself, the curious siding of him getting the better of the situation for a brief moment as his bunch of thoughts that involved her twirl forward and unravel from left to right for the purpose of recalling a single thing about what could have happened between them, that had led her so far to thinking of him in such a manner. There weren’t even many, but the few were enough to confuse. But he just had to maintain proper balance between his confusion, stun and curiosity to find whatever useful. Something like that. He were just urging to fix it as quickly as possible, if this truly was a wholesome situation.

The kick start is given a chance to hold hands with boldness. Do I really mean nothing to you? “You sure it was me, noona?” Assumed her sentence and idea had originated from such a fragile statement as straightforward as ‘You mean nothing to me’, which, for the record, really wouldn’t ever be or become much a Bobby thing to say so carelessly to someone like that, especially of the opposite gender, hence him asking first if she actually did have the right person or not – alas still kept as a relevant option given anything could’ve happened, even if it was him or not. Secondly, though was the possibility of her just joking about, a twisted way of poke at fun as people always enjoyed doing around him, in his opinion. He wasn’t gullible, not much by any means, but when it came to females and getting serious about something sensitive, if he took part in it, mainly, he were always up and ready to listen, respect, apologize, and make up for it as he should have been doing. If whomever it was allowed it. In this case, her.

“Heol… When was it? Yah, if you’re jokin’ you gotta stop… But I’m sure if it was me for sure, I didn’t mean it… I swear…” He offers a little shake of the head in his defense, unconscious of his apologetic smile as he explains. “I was probably out of it or exhausted or somethin’, I’m sure…”

        ❅         "You did", she agreed silently, muttered words, cutting the silence, not the least hesitation to his question, unlike the one shown earlier, just before bringing up that topic, haunting her mind since a while, a message sent to her some evenings ago, no idea about the circumstances, only that it was making her feel odd, made her feel fidgety. She was still feeling so, turning her papercup around and around, nervosity shown by that little activity, not even drinking the warm drink, normally living on it, a dire need in her lunch breaks, warming her up, helping her concentrate, not working anymore, long since immune to caffeine, merely a drink of beliefs by now.         "You did", she repeated, once again, raising her gaze finally, lowered down to her cup, inability to look at him ever since her inquiry, a quite unusual sight, hardly ever avoiding looking at her partner of speech, little traits like these showing her emotions, more so than her face, calm even in a situation like these, spilling her little worries, no knowledge of how to show feelings with her face. "You sent a message." One she hadn't replied to, having slept upon the time of delivery, read the morning after, forgotten over practice and work, the memory back with his invitation to lunchbreak coffee, never saying No to him, especially not with the topic of coffee. Whether to bring it up or not, ask him or not, find out about the intention behind his message or not, it had become a repeated worry, crossing her mind with every interruption to music, making her restless, still contemplating when asking, question having slipped her lips, surely for the better, able to clear the possible misunderstanding, get the thought off her head.         As reasonable his explanation sounded, that he hadn't done it entirely consciously, that it had been an accident, just the more it made her uncomfortable, eyes skipping his face for a second, looking aside, back at him again, urged to open her mouth, give him a reply, only the words not yet decided, slowing down her reaction, lightly parting her lips already, definite sign of an upcoming answer. "People tend to say the truth in such a situation..."

[daseotsal-blog]

Where can I purchase that chicken plush you got, if it's still around

“limited edition new year rooster plushie is out of stock now. sorry…” he dons an uncharacteristic grim line across his somber-filled face but he feels his muscles straining with the effort exerted in making that much of a pretense. he reverts back to a solemn expression, offering a small smile to convey the sincerity of his intention to some way, somehow help. “no, really. i don’t know. it was from the staff. is it urgent? what do you need it for? i’m sure there’s plenty stores that sell something similar.”

[jinvory]

converse, lace, handwriting, cactus, matte, pantone

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converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

Personally, there’s a .00000001% chance of that happening. I already have troubles opening up to those that are close to me. Not in the sense where I’m really secretive, but I just have a hard time expressing myself. I wouldn’t want to bother anyone with any of my concerns, I would hate to make those that are close to me worried.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

My last 3am conversation was maybe 3 days ago? One of my closest friends.

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

My mother. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do much for you.”

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

Beautiful. My favorite person has them.

MATTE: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

I would spend more time enjoying the moment instead of worrying about my future. I tend to do that a lot and I end up driving myself crazy. 

PANTONE: describe a person close to your life in detail.

 Ride or die. She loves horror movies even though she knows I can’t stand them & she still makes me watch it. The tall girl always shines so brighly no matter what she does. Singing, dancing, looks, she has it all. There’s this joyful aura she brings in, and even though she concerns me sometimes, she makes you want to protect her.