#t: closed

[themarxus-blog]

&&a night on the town ll josie

It was the beginning of the second semester and sure, college was as busy as it normally was but it was nowhere near as hectic as it would be in a few weeks and Marcus was bored. There were a few people that ran through his mind to hit up but he was a little more intrigued by the rush junkie he had met a while back. There had to be some fancy party he could get in because of his dad that him and his newest partner in crime could cause a little hell within. “Hello, beautiful,” Markus grinned as he waited outside of the house with the uber. “don’t you just look incredible.”

@josie-popper

[yks-myungyu-blog]

Let’s drink a bit of coffee.

w/ yks-seunggi type: closed;

O tédio lhe dominava naquela tarde de domingo, não sabia descrever o quanto isso havia o afetado, mas era o bastante para não ter vontade alguma de até mesmo ligar seu computador para escrever algum texto aleatório que surgiria em sua mente. Era esse o efeito do tédio de não ter tanto a se fazer após se concentrar tanto em apenas estudar e trabalhar por tanto tempo? Talvez. Um café poderia ser a melhor solução para o seu tédio, apesar de trabalhar em um lugar onde era tão reconhecido por seu variado cardápio para os clientes escolherem o que gostariam de comer e tomar, era difícil de um funcionário acabar por se tornar um “cliente” até que fosse demitido. Óbvio, o cheiro após um tempo impregnava suas narinas, deixando-o com vontade de experimentar, nem ao menos que seja um pouco, cada sabor presente seja com cafeína ou sem; Porém, com quem faria essa “descoberta gastronômica”, não tinha ideia. Não tinha tantas opções de escolhas, já que seus companheiros de apartamento tinham muito mais o que fazer da vida para parar e acompanha-lo até uma Starbucks ou uma cafeteria mais familiar para degustar algum sabor de bolo, com um café. Decidindo sair um pouco de sua “concha”, pensou finalmente em dar uma andada pela rua, conhecer pessoas novas, locais novos, pensando que não teria tantas chances de fazer isso durante o tempo que estaria na Coréia do Sul até terminar seus estudos e voltar para a China. Usando um moletom, uma calça jeans, um tênis e um boné básico – marcas registradas suas ao sair – se direcionou até a porta do apartamento, avisando e deixando alguns bilhetes para os Jeos, avisando sobre o que tinha em casa e o que tinham que fazer até voltar. Ao fechar a porta, avistou seu vizinho de andar, Seunggi, também saindo para ir em algum lugar, sorrindo instantaneamente ao vê-lo. – Seunggi hyung! Annyeong. – O tom animado era presente em sua voz ao cumprimenta-lo, se dirigindo até o mais velho – e também mais baixo – para manter uma pequena conversa, que também era sua curiosidade. – Está de folga hoje? – A pequena pergunta tinha uma resposta óbvia, mas não fazia mal perguntar enquanto direcionavam-se ao elevador.

[chcrrysmccthie-blog]

@sonnyintheheights

[text]: Hey! Sorry I disappeared there for awhile. My grades were dying and I had to save them before finals. 

[text]: How are you? What’s up? I missed you.

[chcrrysmccthie-blog]

@gojohnlaurens

[text]: Hey, sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth for awhile. There was a death in the family....my grades. 

[text]: Anyway, I saved them. I think. What did I miss?

[chcrrysmccthie-blog]

@gojohnlaurens

[text]: hey! I just wanted to see if you guys picked out an apartment yet?

[chcrrysmccthie-blog]

@gojohnlaurens

[text]: Hey, this is gonna sound really stupid but just. Bear with me here.

[text]: Do you know anything about what’s been going on with Sonny lately? 

[tiightskirted-blog]

@earthsdefense liked for a post!episode starter !

“ ‘m afraid i’ve just closed up shop, miss--”

the one downside to traveling in a time machine disguised  as  a restaurant.

[omnisciaa-blog]

To Dissociate

He didn’t know what time it was or how long he’d been sitting there. A haphazard labyrinth of paper and pens and notebooks circled around him, nearly illegible, connected only by the invisible string sewn through Desmond’s mind. His eyes were fighting sleep, straining against an overwhelming force that had evaded him for the last three nights. Why did it have to come now? He rolled his shoulders, bones popping as muscles stretched.

His vision was blurry and Desmond knew he should have gone to bed hours ago. But he hadn’t. Instead, he closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and focused.

It was a sensation he had never gotten used to. One so otherworldly that he doubted it would ever feel normal. Like singing down into something too thick, dark, and endless to be water. The mere concept of physical sensation stripped away and replaced by something else entirely. Some hyperawareness. Something raw. It was walking straight into the abyss and coming out changed. Desmond felt inhuman.

Cosmic. Celestial. Powerful. Anything but human. Though, he supposed, he had never been human to begin with. Had he?

Leaving behind his body, he left the things that weighed him down. Here, he didn’t need sleep. He didn’t need food. He didn’t need movement. Desmond wrote with a hand that had never felt tired, watched with eyes that had never fallen closed. It made it all the more difficult to go back and every time, the call to physical self-destruction got just a little stronger. Even time felt different. Des had an impressive knack for losing track of it in the real world. And the sprawling, black and starry mindscape operated on temporal rules that, at times, seemed inconsistent and, at others, completely irrelevant.