once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 56 (this still isn’t 92) truths about you. at the end, choose 10 people to be tagged. you have to tag the person who tagged you. do not reblog.
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tagging: @oculvus @bxrnedwords @shutupvital @blvckinks @mmemooney @seovlitaire @kabonvi @deejayxtiger @sharkgils @runest @yixingwrites @keiuc @kyungsoomd @ykxcommander @newblccd @adorelibra @parkyeevn [Tried to toss some random people in there, but if you’ve already done this then ignore it.]
• what was your:
last beverage: “Currently nursing a glass of Suntory Hibiki 30 year blended. Delicious.”
last phone call: “Pastor Yun.”
last text message: “To a colleague of mine to finalize dinner plans..”
last song you listened to: “My music varies by the mood. I was listening to Ma Liberté by Joanna. Very talented. Now I’m listening to Cello Suite No. 1 by Bach. Also, talented.”
last time you cried: “I was probably three.”
• have you ever:
dated someone twice: “No, and never would.”
been cheated on: “No.”
kissed someone and regretted it: “No .”
lost someone special: “No.”
been depressed: “No”
been drunk and threw up: “I know how to handle my alcohol.”
• list three favorite colors: Grey, white, gold.
• last year, have you:
made a new friend: “I’m not sure we can be termed that yet.”
fallen out of love: “No.”
laughed until you cried: “No.”
met someone who changed you: “Ha. No.”
found out who your true friends are: “I have very few friends as is.”
found out someone was talking about you: “I’m aware there are those who dislike me. I don’t entertain things beneath me.”
• firsts:
first surgery: “Open heart when I was first born.”
first piercing: “Nose and it’s the only one I have.”
first best friend: “Mm, Keisuke is one of the few people whose opinions I value.”
first sport you joined: “My parents weren’t into the idea of their only child doing anything other than studying.”
first vacation: “Visting my homeland, Japan.”
first pair of trainers: “This escapes me.”
• right now:
eating: “Nothing.”
drinking: “One my second glass of Suntory Hibiki 30 year blended. I hope this interview ends soon.”
i’m about to: “Work on my dissertation..”
waiting for: “Graduation to earn my doctorate.”
• your future:
want kids: “Never crossed my mind.”
get married: “Perhaps.”
career: “Doctor of theology and philosophy. I plan to be a professor, but also educate the world about the truths hidden in religious myths.”
• which is better:
lips or eyes: “Not important. All I care about is their mind.”
hugs or kisses: “I’m not really affectionate, but when the mood calls for it, a kiss is suitable.”
shorter or taller: “I’d be amazed if they were taller than I am.”
older or younger: “As long as they are legal and don’t act like a child, it doesn’t matter.”
romantic or spontaneous: “I can be romantic when I choose to. It’s rare.”
nice stomach or nice arms: “Not important. Again, the way they think and speak is what I care for.”
sensitive or loud: “Sensitive.”
hook-up or relationship: “Depends on the situation, but usually a hook-up. I haven’t the time to nurture a relationship right now..”
trouble maker or hesitant: “Hesitant.”
• have you ever:
kissed a stranger: “Yes.”
drank hard liquor: “Yes.”
lost glasses/contacts: “No.”
sex on first date: “A gentleman never tells.”
broke someones heart: “I’m sure of it.”
been arrested: “No, and never will.”
turned someone down: “Yes.”
cried when someone died: “No.”
fallen for a friend: “Not yet unless I can fall for myself even more.”
• do you believe in:
yourself: “And only myself.”
miracles: “Debatable.”
love at first sight: “No. I believe in lust at first sight because you typically see a person before you know them. People often confuse the two.”
heaven: “Debatable.”
santa claus: “Well, the fairy tale is based on a Roman Bishop named Saint Nicholas also known as Nikolaos the Wonderworker. So, in that sense, yes.”
kiss on the first date: “Again, a gentleman never tells.”
angels: “Debatable.”
this. this is why he should never fucking let himself get complacent because the moment he starts feeling like perhaps things are getting better he’s suddenly in situations that make his hackles rise, all because he let himself lose focus. fucking idiot.
“i- shit, s-sorry…”
it’s a mumble as he stumbles back, out of the path of oncoming traffic. he wants the ground to open and swallow him up, unable to look his ‘saviour’ in the eye, heart thundering in his chest as the weight of stares starts crushing him slowly, hands trembling slightly with the urge to run.
From the manner they stumbled over their apology to the reddening of their ears, Tomo could assess that the stranger was feeling the harsh spotlight of embarrassment from his oblivious actions. There were times when the brunette wondered what it would be like to wander through life blissfully unaware of one’s surroundings or the impact their careless actions could have on those around them.
Unfortunately, probably for the stranger, Tomo was the type of man to always notice his surroundings, especially the parts he felt didn’t fit into his idea of how things should be run. At that thought, a scripture surface to mind as if his subconscious was reminding him he didn’t have the time or need to stand there and pass final judgement over the stranger. Some days, the brunette longed for such a power.
The world wouldn’t know what hit them if that were the case. Instead, he’d use the few minutes until the lights changed to teach this stranger a valuable lesson. “Forgive me, must be my old age catching up, but I couldn’t quite hear you.” The tall male motioned towards his ears even though the other wasn’t look at him. “Care to repeat that and, this time, I suggest you look at me when you speak. It’s the polite thing to do,” He commented, hands moving to rest in the pockets of his grey tailored suit pants as if he had all the time in the world to wait for the other.
if I were a month, I’d be January.
if I were a planet, I’d be Neptune.
if I were a god or goddess, I’d be Thoth.
if I were a sea animal, I’d be an octopus.
if I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookshelf
if I were a gemstone, I’d be a Garnet
if I were a flower, I’d be a Titan arum [Amorphophallus titanum] aka Corpse Flower.
if I were a kind of weather, I’d be a quiet storm.
if I were a colour, I’d be grey.
if i were an emotion, I’d be brooding.
if i were a fruit, I’d be a pomegranate.
if i were a sound, I’d be ice hitting the side of a glass.
if I were an element, I’d be smoke.
if I were a place, I’d be Rome.
if I were a taste, I’d be rich and smooth. The kind that lingers on the tongue.
if i were a scent, I’d be myrrh.
if i were an object, I’d be a book.
if i were a body part, I’d be lips
if i were a song, I’d be Closer by Kings of Leon
if i were a pair of shoes, I’d be Grigio Venezia Leather Oxford Brogues.
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tagging: @vasyldmitriev @kyungsoomd @adorelibra @oculvus @parkyeevn @cveliaxindt @seovlitaire @sunsseo @goreravens @bxrnedwords @keiuc @shutupvital @dxfvtive [Tagged people I rp/am plotting with or who kindly tag me in things. There are more, but I’m lazy. Do this if you wish.]
he’s been feeling…just on the better side of neutral, lately. it’s the only way he can think of to describe it; the buzzing pinpricks of anxiety and paranoia are still present, but where they’d been fully possessing the majority of his headspace, they were now a dull humming at the back of his mind, prickling at the base of his skull. it’s a relief, and he finds himself wandering without a real destination, just to feel the sun on his face. how…odd, to feel so…free, after such a long time. his new headphones grace his head and he lets himself mouth along with the music playing, feet falling into tempo with the beat.
Being labeled a recluse wasn’t something that bothered Tomo, in fact, he took great measures to avoid spending too much time surrounded by the public. His overall dislike for how majority of his fellow humans acted left a bad taste in his mouth and felt it easier to steer clear of it. Today; however, was a day he couldn’t hide out in his condo or at work. He had an important meeting with his professor and if he missed today it would be another two weeks before it could be rescheduled.
Time was of the essence, which explained his brisk walk as Tomo weaved his way through the mass of pedestrians before coming to a stop once he reached a pedestrian crossing. Glancing up at the traffic light as if it would immediately change so he could cross, but knowing that was hopeless gave his attention to his surroundings while he waited. A boy who looked a few years younger than him and completely absorbed in the music filling his ears was too distracted to stop like the rest of them and stepped off of the sidewalk heading across the road.
Tomo wasn’t a hero nor did he seek justice for the weak, but being witness to someone’s death would definitely make him late for his meeting and that just wouldn’t do. Reaching out, the brunette grabbed onto the collar of the stranger’s shirt and stopped them from moving further into oncoming traffic. Pulling them back to the safety of the sidewalk, the brunette’s face was etched deep with a frown. “Sorry to interrupt your concert, but some of us have important engagements to attend and your untimely death will disturb that,” He replied letting go of the other’s shirt, knowing he could be heard since one of the stranger’s earbuds had fallen out during the exchange.
“God, you make it sound like we’re secretly dating or something. Nah, but all jokes aside, I can’t even express my complete gratitude. The words ‘thank you’ can’t even compare to how I feel, but I’m going to say it anyways. Thank you, man. I really really appreciate this gesture. I love it. I’ll be sure to wear this during my performances.” And with that, he lunges forward for yet another hug as he attempts to express how thankful he is even if the other wasn’t one for affection. That surely didn’t stop the pianist. “You know, jokes on you but– I played that piece from time to time in between rehearsals when reminiscing time before fame. I think of you sometimes, Tomo Domo.” The last bit spoken in a higher pitched, attempting to sound cutesy with his speech jokingly. His silliness solely leaving him to mask the rush of emotions.
For as long as the pair had known each other, Tomo always wondered why the other male never complained about the lack of affection returned. It wasn’t that the brunette didn’t think highly of their friendship, quite the opposite in fact, but that didn’t mean he was going to express it by yelling out on the roof tops either. However, their differences in how they expressed themselves made for light humor rather than confrontation since they were apart of the same world. Keisuke was just a bit more humble about it than Tomo would ever be. “Perhaps only in my dreams is our forbidden love affair going on,” The librarian teased in a light manner, his lips formed the briefest of smiles reserved only for close companions. He knew he should have braced himself again in preparation for the possibility of receiving another hug, but he was too slow.
Failure to foresee this caught him completely off guard enough to stumble a little when Keisuke’s weight was tossed at him. A small grunt followed by a few pats against his friend’s back was the only response he could muster during the tight embrace. “I was praying that nickname would have been buried and forgotten throughout the years and yet here is is alive and well,” Tomo mumbled dryly, unsure of why the younger male insisted on using it. “You stopped being cute after you reached puberty, Keisuke.” He didn’t mean the statement to sound as harsh as it did, but he wasn’t going to explain his words either. Anyone with a decent eyesight could see the young pianist had grown past the awkward adolescent stage and was thriving in adulthood.
“Regardless, I’m glad that you appreciate the gift. It’s difficult to shop for someone who already owns the world.” He paused, waiting to be freed from the hug before he began to smooth out his clothes to remove any signs of being disheveled during the embrace. “I request that you play that song for me soon, though, it must be hard for you to imagine a time when your name wasn’t as widely known as it is now.” Tomo’s attention when back to the opened small box in his hand which he stuffed the remains of the wrapping paper inside and closed the lid. Slipping the package back into his coat pocket, he planned to dispose of it as soon as a trash bin was located.
“I wanted to congratulate you on your concert in Stockholm, Sweden, by the way. I had plans to fly out and see it in person, but couldn’t get away from work in time. I managed to watch it later in the week on television once I was able to settle down and enjoy it,” He mumbled a small shake of his head at the thought of missing such an event. “Honestly, your talent has flourished and it gives me a sense of pride when I see you play. Do you have plans to compose some new songs?” Tomo asked, his gaze moving from his friend to view the darkening streets around them. “I know it’s a bit last minute, but have you eaten?” He added, lifting a hand to check the platinum gold watch that adorned his own wrist. “Or maybe, at least, some time for a nightcap?”
"Greetings ladies, gentlemen, and fellow students, If any of you spend ample amounts of time within the library at the university then I’m sure we’ve crossed paths. Hopefully it wasn’t for anything, but pleasant reasons as I expect all the rules to be followed within the halls of my workplace.”
”On a lighter note, I just wanted to say that I don’t usually agree to participating in student films such as this one, but the proceeds are for a charitable event and I don’t mind giving my time when I’m able to. They told me to speak about myself, but there’s not too much to say. They told me to ‘let my hair down,’ unfortunately; I am far from the type to do this. Perhaps I’ll start with the usual jargon.” He gave a brief pause before continuing on.
”I’m Tomo Leon Kurata, a 2nd year theology and philosophy graduate student who’s studying aboard this semester in Korea. I’m a mixture of Japanese and British, as if this heavy accent wasn’t a dead giveaway; I hail from London,” Pausing for a moment, he shook his head a bit. “My colleagues say I often act decades older than I am; an old soul, they call me. I can be a bit cold when first meeting someone, but that’s because I’m somewhat of a recluse to begin with. Regardless, if you ever need my assistance while in the library don’t hesitate to ask. I am always willing to lend a hand to those in need, within reason as I don’t like my time wasted. Well, that’s about all I have to say. Make sure you all donate what you can, there’s a box going to be set up in the library as one of the locations so at least stop by to do that. Have a good day.”
“Hey, can you point me to the theology section? Also, got anything about like… I dunno, fairytales? Fae and all that?” His words were quiet enough for the likes of the library, but his body language suggested that he wasn’t beyond shouting in such a silent space if he saw it fit. There was a moment where Vital openly studied the stranger who had been hard at work reorganizing and re-shelving from lazy students, but it was difficult for him to place if this guy was also a student. Then, as an afterthought, “Please.”
Never one to do anything in haste, even assist someone, Tomo continued to curiously thumb through the book in his hands that told of Thoreau’s earlier works. Only when a stopping point was reached did he close the book and turn to place it on the shelf next to him before picking up the next tomb that was among the heaping piles on the cart beside him. “So theology and mythology,” He mumbled, finally looking up from the back cover of the book in his hand when there was a please added to the request. Manners were rare, perhaps even considered dead by most of the society, which explained why he was looked at in a peculiar way whenever he displayed some formalness. “Follow me,” It came out as more of a command than an invite as the brunette placed the book back on his cart and headed further down the aisle before turning left. “Do you already possess a library card with us or will you be a new account?”
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