#this is... a thing

[levamplestat]

THIS IS WHAT KATE LEFT IN HER SAFE. I DIDN'T READ IT, BUT I HAVE A FEELING I KNOW WHAT IT SAYS.

[hanjisungz-remade]

rooftop live ♡ jisung

[ladybuvelle]

In the battle for her gazebo, the viper was victorious, but just then, as it lay there in victory, it slowly peeled its skin off, revealing itself to be naught but another chicken. "You thought I was a venomous reptile, but it was me, chicken!" It clucked before sitting down in place.

There is no god.

[forthewriterinsideme]

Did I ever tell you about my favorite flower? (to be remembered is to never die) The way it called my name as I burned bridges and cut ties? (to be a memory is eternity) Did I share how it wept in time with my soul as I destroyed every trace of who I was in a desperate attempt to become who I am? (i never wanted to live forever) Did I ever tell you how it screamed when I tried to fade away by killing off what anchored me? (i never thought i would get a choice) Did I mention how its name echos the phrase my soul screams silently out into the world every time I let go and am let go of? (what if i cant disappear) How it reminds me that what I want and what I wish for are not always the same thing? (what if i can) How it embodies everything I never hoped to be? (forget-me-not, forget-me-not, please dont forget me)

[ufozone]

n.ᶜ

01 | chaesik would like to think that he does a pretty okay job of being an adult and living on his own for like, at least a year. he pays bills and goes grocery shopping and he can cook well enough, he eats more than five kinds of fruits and vegetables on a regular basis, he even has a savings account at gringotts! and keeps in touch with his boss! and sleeps ten hours a day! he should be just fine. but that still doesn’t explain why on his days off he’s lying down on the floor in the middle of his living room staring into the ceiling and wondering if all his insides are dissolving or something, or wondering why he was brought into this world, or feeling like he’s being electrocuted, except without the jolt. if he can muster up the energy, he slinks into the apartment next door, jacks all the good blankets and watches hayden read unblinkingly until it’s too hard to focus and he falls asleep.

02 | no one would technically call chaesik adept at healing magic, but no one can deny that he’s not prepared for every possible annoying-but-not-dire illness. like throat remedies, or decongestant charms, or that thing that clears up pressure in your ears so you don’t feel like keeling over on the middle of the sidewalk in the middle of smokey london and having to explain to a bunch of muggles who happen to see your wand rolling out onto the pavement what, exactly, they’re seeing. that hasn’t happened yet. chaesik is hopeful that it won’t. he also forces potions on hayden when he’s sick, just in case the spread of germs gets in the way of routinely giving each other head, which he recognizes is disturbing on more than one level but can’t bring himself to care about, either.

03 | there’s about two weeks’ worth of time in june where chaesik doesn’t have anything to do, so he finds himself basically having a two week long sleepover at hayden’s. he likes not getting out of bed until he hears plates clicking against the kitchen table, or not falling asleep because he’s scaring hayden out of his mind talking about conspiracy theories. or falling asleep with his face shoved into the back of hayden’s neck. chaesik can’t believe he’s actually taller than hayden --- it’s actually pretty easy to forget about because he’s sitting on him or curled up half the time --- but there are times when the height comes in useful. unfortunately hayden doesn’t get the same vacation, but that usually means chaesik is smirking at him from the kitchen when he gets home and garnishing a plate of blasphemously green food with... more green food.

04 | chaesik isn’t vegetarian, he just really likes vegetables.

05 | they don’t really talk about his fuckload of mental issues or anything. talking about his feelings (specifically his family-related ones, or the ones that make him say questionable things starting with when i inevitably die from chronic disappointment syndrome) gives chaesik something like an allergic reaction: his throat closes up, and he can’t breathe, he starts sneezing, he breaks out in hives or something like that. and anyway, chaesik is convinced hayden doesn’t need to hear them out loud to kind of figure out what’s going on anyway. so they don’t talk about daesik’s ongoing silence, or jisik’s manic ego, or dosik’s tendency to break people for fun. or misik, and the way she keeps drifting off but forbidding anyone else to do so. he thinks he has a fifth sibling but he can’t honestly be fucked to remember which one it is. he has his head pillowed on hayden’s shoulder, half-reading the article out of the corner of his eye, half-thinking about how he can see hayden’s garden gnome glaring at them from its stand. hayden puts his arm around chaesik’s shoulders and suddenly chaesik feels just fine.