#lightlaced

[monofilm-blog1]

starters for @lightlaced 

" ah- so that's the concept you're going for ? " ben muses short, keeping his phone trapped in between his ear and shoulder while he nods a few times when the assistant asks his opinion for the color palette they were going to use. both hands placed on the table filled with a set of today's shoot, he divides his attention on his current work and the man at the end of the line. " yes, i know. i'm not sure if i'm free next weekend but i'll check on my schedule for you. " he stays quiet and ends the call once they reach an agreement. " can you check my schedule ? bryan needs my help. " his eyes fall on his assistant's, twitches a cordial smile with a small thank you at the end of his sentence. he settles down onto the couch, resting his back against the soft surface while rubbing his temples with a sign of exhaustion clouded his sharp features. the thing is due to fashion week, he didn't get enough rest since two days ago. his head tilt in confusion when he heard someone wanted to him, immediately walking out of his office, his expression turn bright, a set of teeth bared and he's showing his usual grin. " ishiko, what a pleasant surprise. is there anything i can help you with ? "

[cxmmxovere-blog]

okay.

so apparently because the email address i was using for taehyung was used to create an account before the yahoo takeover of tumblr in 2013, tumblr forced me to either change my password or start over. i couldn’t remember the password to the email account for this account so…had to start over. tagging everyone i had threads/plots with so you can follow the new account. ffs this was not a gr8 way to spend an evening sobs

 @strngnoir  @vxlpiine @lightlaced@songavixin @pularuk @geonfire

[taekjo-blog]

SOURCE : (*) STARTER FOR @lightlaced

THE alcohol that thrums down his veins gradually washing away his fire into a null. the loud bass and ear-splitting beats roars in the background, over and over again. intoxicated; all he sees is a set of blurry images, waves of people that chanting under ecstasy, shades of color mixed into constant explosing burst, strobe lights and melting bodies. the music changed and again he finishes his martini, noise-cancelling after taste that’s what he seeks. he wasn’t sure why he was here in the first place, barely register what had happened a few hours back. taekjo’s nose scrunched and he gives a light punch to his right chest to rip a cough out of his throat. his head lowering, face flushed, red with a hint of sweat over his forehead. carelessly being drunk despite his status and reputation to hold, he itches for something else. a way to run from the reality, from his responsibility. it shows, he's not giving up but he's barely breathing. ❛ oh–– sorry. i almost spill my drink. ❜