#snu.start

[rhysbvker-blog]

     heavy eyelids. heavy hands. as far as his muddled brain knew at the moment he was the only thing holding his bed to the floor. gravity was overwhelming, so so overwhelming. the first coherent thought through his mind was to never smoke this much again. his second was that he’d left his dorm room door open to the suite living room. shit.

     if only he could just. get up. he just needed to move before someone saw him here. fuck.

[kkjng]

to kijung, saturday night was... a haven. something magical. an escape from all other things he had to deal with through the rest of his night; family drama, schoolwork, figure skating, general millennial crises. the like. nights where he could go out to a party or a club were the ones he truly cherished, even if it meant that he’d probably end up somewhere in the morning with little to no recollection of how he’d gotten there. still, it was one of his favourite pastimes, and he was determined to have another night of youthful irresponsibility if he could help it. 

“okay, so like, be honest. is this outfit too thotty, or is there a good chance it’ll get me laid? i’m not trying for church boy, here.”

[kyuish]

kyu sat at the library’s front desk, a subtle grin on his face. his long delicate fingers interlaced, holding up his chin with elbows placed on the desk. a little bit smug? just a good mood? it was hard to tell with kyu sometimes.

“you know, the best part is the people watching.” he said lowly, got to be quiet in the library after all. “and college kids? we’re all a wreck.”

[cherriibvmb]

( — ♡ ) the equivalent of what could have been a modern day pterodactyl screech erupted from her lips as she tossed the controller onto her bed and moved to sit with her legs pulled up to her chest, murder in her eyes as she glared at the screen. the glowing ‘you died’ on the screen mocked her, reminding her of her foolishness as it waits for her to either rage quit or continue on. cherry was ninety nine percent sure that if she tried one more time, any sanity left inside her mind would be eaten away. dark souls three could go fuck itself.

❛ three hours. it took me, like, three hours to finally beat this boss. and what do i do? ❜ shes asks, the question clearly rhetorical as she looks over at the other. ❛ i finally beat it. only to… fall down.. a flight of stairs.. and DIE. on. the. way. to. the. save. point. ❜ each word was emphasized with growing misery, her hands moving up to push her hair up and away from her face. she craved death. in this very moment, she craved death.

[rhysbvker-blog]

[ text 📲 ??? ] if i woke you up last night... uh. [ text 📲 ??? ] sorry about that. [ text 📲 ??? ] how much buys your silence?

[cherriibvmb]

( — ♡ ) standing there in a sea of clothing, cherry found herself having a real hard time behaving at that moment; meaning she wasn’t wandering off and causing a little bit of mischief in order to cure her extreme boredom led on by this entire outing. it wasn’t that she didn’t like clothing or shopping - she enjoyed both of those things, but she usually did most of that online. being outside and around people for so long was straining her patience and, god knows, as a programmer, most of the time patience wasn’t an issue. taking in a small breath in an slight attempt at not losing her fucking mind, she turns back towards the other and leans against one of the racks, her nails tapping against crossed arms in repetition.

❛ so… how much longer is this gonna be? i know i said i’d agree to come out and shop with your help, but i think my soul is dying, ❜ the blonde asks, earning a strange look from a woman who had wandered past them.  ❛ not to mention, everything, in every shop, seems to be pastel colored or just boring. ❜