#prophctic

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prophctic 

[ sms: 4:39 pm ] oh my god

[ sms: 4:39 pm ] I

[ sms: 4:40 pm] I don’t even know how to respond

[ sms ] it’s brilliant though! 

[ sms ] do you think pb&j would effectively stress my wifey-ness? 

[ sms ] i’m excited for halloween already

[relevxs-blog]

trash au!!!

( send me “trash au” and i’ll use a random generator to decide which starter to write for you. )

“its 4 am and im drunk as fuck in a mcdonalds and you have been watching me trying to eat this burger for 30 minutes” au

    William perhaps should’ve had more discretion in his choice to get shit-faced drunk on a Tuesday night. He’d taken no heed to the reality that he had work tomorrow. Instead, drinking away his cares – if you will. Small in stature as he is, William could not hold his alcohol either. Lonely, and a tad peckish, he stumbles out of the bar with the intention of finding himself a snack. 

    Too broke. Too broke. Gross. He walks – stumbles past fluorescent, neon signs, squinting at each one with increasing scrutiny. Finally, William’s feet slow before redemption in the form of a pair of flickering golden arches. He steps inside after a brief fiasco with the glass door, pulling for a solid minute when the realization to push dawns on his dimly lit mind. There, he ambles up to the counter -- barely heeding the menu board and simply requesting, “a goddamn hamburger, please.” William, far too drunk to be in public, gives the cashier a short amount of money. He replies to her with a slurred but, generous, “keep the change.” The cashier it seems, takes pity on him, ringing up his order despite his insufficient amount of payment. 

    Soon enough, William’s order is ready and the same cashier even takes the liberty of bringing out the McDouble on a tray to him. William mumbles a gratuitous ‘tee-ank youuu’ in reply. Eating a burger is a lot more work than William remembers. His limbs feel heavy already. He needs more alcohol to get through this. Damn, if only McDonald’s had a mini bar, he thinks sullenly. 

[xlusory]

69

If it was raining I would:[x] Give you my jacket.[] Run off leaving you behind.[] Hug you until it stops.[x] Push you in a puddle.[] Kiss you in the rain.

-You are:

[] Ugly[] Ok-ish[x] Pretty[x] Funny[x] Gorgeous[x] Good looking[x] Beautiful[] Perfect-If you kissed me, I would:[] Punch you[] Kiss you back[x] Laugh[x] Look at you weird[] Blush[x] I don’t know[] Walk away slowly[] You wouldn’t-You are:[] Potential bf/gf material[] Friend[x] Close friend[] Best friend[] Enemy[] Bf/Gf [] My baby [] Dunno[] Ex-You should:[] Hug me[x] Call me[x] Text me[] Talk to me more [] Have sex with me[] Come out one time-I would:[] Give you the world[x] Cuddle you[] Marry you on Facebook[x] Party with you[] Bully you-I like your:[] Body[] Smile[x] Hair[] Laugh[x] Eyes[x] Lips[] Voice[x] Personality[] Everything[] Ass[]Boobs/DickI’d rate you-[] 1[] 2[] 3[] 4[] 5 [] 6[] 7[] 8[] 9x[] 10When were older-[] We won’t know each other[] We’ll be married[x] We’ll be mates[] We’ll be enemies[x] Dont know yetWould I ever go out with you?-[] Yes[] No[x] Dunno[] Already have[] Don’t wanna ruin our friendship[] Any day[] Already amHow much your worth to me:[] A nickel[] 100 dollars[] Thousands[x] Millions[] Billions[x] The world

[xlusory]

[TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!

Jongin was unpleasantly woken from his daily nap by the buzz of his cellphone. He had half the mind to toss it across the room, but sighed, picking it up to see who on Earth it could be. His eyes squinted at the time and say that it was only 8. Jongin had another four hours before he had to be up. He groaned internally, rolling over with phone still in hand. As he checked the screen he saw it was Seulgi, the girl he’d saved from drowning a few years back. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why was she contacting him now after all these years? They would pass by each other, conversations never getting  passed the small greetings here and there. Jongin read over her most recent message, eyes widening with each word.

[TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!

He sat up, half fueled by shock and half fueled by confusion. How do you set pasta on fire? He dialed her number, waiting until she picked up after a few rings.

“What did you do?”