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[wnq-writers]

And one day, I’ll fall in love again. Someone will come and they’ll fill up the spot you once took. It’s hard, but it’s not impossible. Besides, you’re the very person who taught me that remember? I loved someone who shattered me, but when you came along, you erased every bit of pain that I had stored inside and you built me up again. You taught me that, I can love again. I mean, they’ll never be a complete replacement for you, but I’ll learn how to love them, just like I loved you. Maybe I’ll even be a better lover. And for that, thank you. Thank you for having loved me.

roiroiroiyourboat (via wnq-writers)

[idolsgeneration]

[kkahii]

russian roulette (cutie sexy ver.)

[nayeoh]

my neighbour momoring~

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Kyungri’s Dogstagram update

[tokioku-blog]

“You never know what’s within those walls. For all we know, it could be a cursed space. After all there’s nothing here, close by. I am sure people don’t build homes here because this is haunted grounds.” Kyungri’s confidence in finding something extraordinary only rose the more she talked herself into believing it-- she had a talent of doing so successfully. Her excitement was out the roof when she dragged Arlo along towards the opened door, doing tiny jumps in between every three, four steps. Finally there was an adventure ahead!  “Why would you be worried about that?” The female asked him with a curious grin as they approached the house, the deafening silence from within swallowing every outside noise. The woman’s wake eyes studied the dark in hopes to get used to it, but as impatient as she was, she simply passed the door and stepped inside and onto the creaking wooden planks that made an aching sound under her weight, in which she huffed in mere offense. Turning her head to Arlo who stood in the light of the entrance, Kyungri clicked her tongue.  “Sounds like ramshackle..”, her head turned back to the hallway, while her hand grabbed for her phone to turn on the front torch, allowing them to take a look at the narrow space that lead to an even darker living space, but also a few closed doors to their left and right once out of the genkan. The Korean gasped softly, waving her phone to let the shadows dance in front of their eyes. “This is soooo awesome”, her voice rose a little, echoing through the room. “Let’s go in, shall we? It seems so empty, though... too bad...”

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Ezra Miller learns the Finger Heart.

[ryusera]

kyungri’s thighs are a blessing…

[tokioku-blog]

STARTER CALL

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[tokioku-blog]

Oh? Oh-ho, I'm pretty sure and when I say pretty sure; I'm about 65% sure it's because I am blessed with good looks.

“’Pretty sure’ you say, but then it’s only 65%?” Kyungri chuckled, “be more confident, Arlo!” She mocked playfully.

@thatchopshoppe 

[tokioku-blog]

My jawline so sharp it's got you torn, ahahah.

“You’d think it’s the jawline, but actually not.”

@thatchopshoppe

[tokioku-blog]

-grinning smugly-

“Yes, Arlo?”

@thatchopshoppe

[cruvcio]

ezra miller’s jawline could slice me in half and i’d give him an expensive fruit basket

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[tokioku-blog]

• tate & kyungri

[fractalesymphony-blog]

Tate was doing his best to keep his moods and thoughts under control now. He would have been amused to scare the poor woman but with her being the first person to actually be able to see and hear him; he did not want to throw away his chances about having someone to talk to. He swallowed and gave her his best smile as he tried to appear normal and not have her freaking out. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, he noticed her backing away, frowning a little at the movement before he stretched out a little; glancing around the shop idly before his dark gaze fixed on the Korean again. He could see the white knuckles and the trembles, he hadn’t seen this response in a while - and last time it was intentional so to have caused it accidentally was an unusual feeling. He opened his mouth to reply to her but he pursed his lips a little; clearing his throat then asserting himself a little again. “I said you shouldn’t.. throw that word around easily. It’s not nice.” He nodded, watching the woman as he noticed her looking over him; wrinkling his nose as he tucked his hands into the huge cardigan as his fingers balled into fists. He wasn’t incompetent or scared, but he was unsure how to approach someone who’d seen him without him intending on them doing so. “I didn’t follow you. I don’t know who you are.. I was here when you got here.” He watched her for a second or two. “You probably didn’t notice me.” He shrugged idly, casual airs as he spoke to her; interested in the fact that she spoke English decently. Licking his lips he shook his head, giving a dry chuckle. “What gave it away that I’m not from here?” He grinned a little. “I’m from Los Angeles. I got here a few days ago and I’m very lost.” He admitted, pushing his hair from his eyes. He glanced off to one side, seeing if the shopkeeper had noticed anything, considering Tate had walked in pretty easily without being noticed. As was the case now with 90% of people. “Do you..live around here?” He asked casually, trying to keep things a little light and not at all creepy. “Sorry that’s weird to ask.. Uh..Let me try again. Hi. I’m Tate.”

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He had a kind sounding voice, to her surprise. In other words, Kyungri had expected something different. More raspy, loud? Funny how misleading looks could be. The female shouldn’t have judged him so easily, anxiety or not. She felt ashamed now, her gaze lowering while her hands folded in her lap.  “I am sorry”, she muttered and bent into a bow, “I didn’t mean to upset you, I was simply scared... still, I shouldn’t have thrown it around...” Her words were sincere, but the blonde had to be the judge of it and whether he would forgive her for that or not, was on him. But seeing as he continued speaking, her confidence returned to being present.  She failed to read Tate’s body language, it was confusing to her. It felt ‘off’, stiff. Like he wasn’t interacting with many people to begin with, but she could be wrong. “You have been here before me? I-- I didn’t realize... I am sorry”, again a wave of shame that came crushing above her head, making her feel utterly ridiculous. She had to shut up at this point, otherwise she would bite her tongue off in the process of trying to justify her actions. How stupid of her... “I didn’t notice you, no. As for what gave you away... obviously, your looks. And language.” Pointing out the obvious, but maybe it wasn’t that present to him. “It’s rare to run into foreigners this far from the center of town, of course you’d be lost! So, you’re from L. A.? That sounds crazy exciting, are you here for holidays? Are you staying in a hotel? I can help you find back if you’d like me to.” 

One could possibly think that she tried to make up for her accusations, with how bubbly she’d gotten. Not even the language barrier could stop her, even though her pronunciation was off here and there. No, it was more that his genuine smile and friendliness had caught up on her, together with a sense of safety. Funny, how her mood could swing from one way to the other...

“You could say that I do. I am at home in many places.” Kyungri nodded, figuring he tried some sort of small talk rather than sounding like a creep. Only when he introduced herself did she realize that they hadn’t exchanged names yet, and her flat hand had lightly swat at her forehead as if to scold herself for being this rude.

“Sorry, where’s my brain? I am Park Kyungri, call me what’s easier to pronounce.” A soft laugh fell off her lips, her shoulders lifting into a faint shrug. “Tate, that’s a pretty name. I hope you can look past my little fit?” Again her head would dip into a mere bow, but this time she remained, awaiting for his ‘approval’-- hopefully he was in anyway familiar with Asian mannerism, otherwise this could possibly confuse him once again.

[tokioku-blog]

“People who are easily bribed with food, lack will”, was her prompt reply, decorated with a soft, yet amused smile. Arlo seemed to be mildly annoyed with her carefree attitude, his actions harmonizing perfectly with his words. The glare he shot her left a tingling sensation on her skin.

“Stop being such a killjoy, Arlo! You’re overthinking. We are almost in the middle of nowhere, hardly a soul passes by. The property is fallow. Who would call the police on us? You’re just scared because of all the tales they’re telling. Ghost stories and such.” 

Truth be told, she didn’t have brothers that could possibly scold or preach to her, but there was a sister to disappoint. Even so, she was confident that they would be alright-- after all, who would catch them for what reason?

Kyungri didn’t doubt Arlo or thought that he’d chicken out, but seeing him go for the fence, her spirit was being raised. Humming happily, she would pull the zipper of her jacket up, storing the camera and the tiny torch in her pockets. 

The fence was wooden and not the highest, just to keep people from entering. Though obviously there was no stopping, when the petite Korean grabbed for the top bar to swing herself over. With a thud she landed on her feet, dusting herself off before she joined the male to walk up to the house. It stood by the end of the property, sheltered by a few crooked trees. The front porch was leading to the front door, which stood open.

“Look, it’s almost as if we are being welcomed.” Her hand waved over, her cheeks flushing a soft pink in excitement. “Ready? I am curious for what we will find.”

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