#seoulbabylon

[reminiscis]

❇ { wanting to rp is implied here as well

❇ I love the way you write.

[ clings to your back. THANK YOU SO MUCH ; u ; I am gonna crawl into your inbox if you don't pop into mine 'cause I really do wish to roleplay with you. Also, it makes me really happy to know that you like my writing c: ]

[jnghnna]

Join Me

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer

                      ❝ let me get this straight. ❞ 

                brows furrowed and dark eyes sceptically scanning the male in front of her whose facial expression was a tad too smug for her liking caused the girl to wonder if what he had just suggested was a joke or something he was actually serious about.

                hanna vaguely remembered what her roommate once told her and she couldn’t help but associate that with him, given how it matched the situation quite nicely; never trust a pretty boy. they’re up to no good.

                 and maybe she would actually consider accepting the offer because she was in need of money, was in need of cash to protect her home and her mother but there was something about him that irked her and it was frustrating not to know what exactly was causing her to feel that way.

                        with her head cocked to the side, brows still knitted                        together and lips slightly curling, she silently debated                        what harm it could do to her to just nod and say yes                        and gain a new job.

                      ❝ you want me to work for you as a barista.                          and you say the payment isn’t bad either. ❞ 

                               yes or no?

                      ❝ where’s the catch? people usually don’t pay                          so much for a simple, replaceable barista                          around here, you know. ❞ 

[dansevrs-blog]

[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.

starter masterpost ( x )

[ sms →  doppelgänger ]: to not have to look in a mirror to see myself?

[ sms → doppelgänger ]: please, I already hate myself enough when I do. I don't need you as another daily reminder.

[natyxmn-blog]

seoulbabylon replied to your post:[[MOR]Everyone on my dash is being fancy fancy...

I've made them only once, and making only 40 took me like two days. Just having to search for all the pictures and then photoshop and resizing and everything---It's too big of a struggle for me specially when the holydays are off and I'm busy so I reply slowly and have little time.

And sometimes I just feel like people don't interact with me because of it so I'm just like--cries.

[natyxmn-blog]

“You were right. As per usual.”

''I told you so.'' she heaved out  loud sigh, her brows furrowed together. How many times has she told him that sentence already? It was like he would never learn ''Did you think anything would change for this once? You really need to stop trying when you know the ending result is going to end up...this.'' Natalya pinched the bridge of her nose closing her eyes as she stood quiet for a second to calm herself down, it was a habit to panic when something happend and her panicking was really the last thing they needed right now, she sat down next to him her arms crossed ''You're going to get hurt much worse than this you know..maybe you didn't last time and this time, but the possibility of it happening sooner or later is high if you keep going like this.''

[kawaeirxna]

♚ eastern downpour ; taemin ✘ rina

seoulbabylon:

It isn’t until he is there, witnessing in colors the haze that is Tokyo, with its blurred collection of zapping cars and hurrying figures, that he remembers just how big a real big city can be, how tiny and fragile the majesty of it all makes him feel. It doesn’t strike him negatively, like it can do to some people — it does nothing but stimulate him, filling him with newfound greed to replenish the emptiness the glimpse of the afternoon sky between walls of skyscrapers sets in the pit of his stomach.

The fatigue from the flight is only a memory as he drinks all the energy in, and within twenty minutes on the cab’s backseat, he goes from a vaguely aware, drained lump of flesh to an excitable young child, fidgety fingers quickly retrieving his phone from its concealment in his jacket’s pocket, tapping away at it in search for a particular number among his contact list.

[ text → rincchan ] REJOICE FOR I HAVE ARRIVED. and i feel like such a domesticated teenager from tiny old seoul around here

He does wait a couple minutes to see the alert Rina is typing back. Before she can get to send her reply, his fingers once again fly over the screen, managing to beat her when he hits send.

[ text → rincchan ] gimme three hours and we'll be out, no excuses from you. it's my first time in here in forever. let me buy you a drink, or five, let me spoil and exhaust you

[ text → rincchan ] please ㅠㅠ

Anticipation is something – an emotion? a mindset? a state? – Rina has grown somewhat ignorant of. During her entire life, anticipating something correlated to being disappointed in the end or even worse – rather than the lack of reward, she got a punishment. Even if she did nothing wrong at all; except for hoping (another thing which, at least in Rina’s life so far, has proved to be a bad and hopeless thing, despite the word itself meaning the complete opposite – how ironic, isn’t it?).

And yet, Rina’s days kept being filled with smaller and bigger sessions of anticipation, whether it be her favorite television show broadcasted or getting her payment at the end of the month or something entirely different – waiting for a friend to visit her, just like tonight.

It’s the familiar buzz of her phone that snaps her out of her pondering and Rina quickly reaches for it, a name she has long not uttered popping up on her screen – a name that also causes a smile to crack upon her lips as her fingers slide across the virtual keyboard to type a reply.

[ ✉ text; taempon ] oh—took you shorter than expected.

[ ✉ text; taempon ] well, /aren’t/ you a domestic teenager? I mean, you barely look like you’ve gone through puberty

[ ✉ text; taempon ] just kidding.

Before she could finish her next reply, there’s another one from her friend waiting already and she can’t help but roll her eyes at the content of the words.

[ ✉ text; taempon ] tae, I don’t drink. but you can buy me an orange juice, if you want to. even five.

[ ✉ text; taempon ] but first, give me just one good reason why I should abandon the safety of my soft, warm and fluffy bed on this lovely night (◕‿◕✿)

[dansevrs-blog]

ϡ ☂

Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon.Send ☂ for a weather headcanon.

Taemin enjoys lazy days with a storm raging outside-- tucked inside his apartment, buried beneath his sheets, and allowing the sound of the rain beating against the windows  to wash away all of the stress weighing on his shoulders and the sadness that is heavy in his heart.

It's one of the few things that so easily lulls him to sleep, and allows him to escape the insomnia that plagues him more often than not. On days such as these, he sleeps like a baby, and wakes up more refreshed than he likely has in days, or at times, weeks.

[illuteis-blog-blog]

seoulbabylon:

It hits him when the laughter her antics never fail to stir subsides. He has his back leaned against the chair, looking across the table towards her, the ghost of a smile still playing over his lips as he takes in a content breath, just ever so happy to simply sit and talk to Sungkyung again. It’s always the little things that get him all sentimental; he has to be careful to swallow all the thick, fuming emotion back before it spills.

« I missed you, » he blurts out once quietness settles, shrugging right afterwards as to say he doesn’t regret his honesty.

    She doesn't remember the last time when she saw Taemin, but it was good to meet up with him again, it truly was. He was an interesting friend of hers and never failed to amuse her. Well, most of the time it was her doing, but she had to give him some credit for her laughter when she was with him. Sometimes she felt that she was out of hand with her weird self, but he seemed to not be bothered by it so that only stimulated her even more. Upon hearing his statement, she was a bit shocked to hear something like that from him. She least expected that from him and playfully retorted, "You missed me? Does this mean I have to say that too?"