turbulence

I didn't know, the road in front of me seemed dark 'Cause I never ever let it go Now I feel comfortable, I like it, this feeling And I'll never ever let it go

[turbulcncx]

Hey, welcome, welcome. I’m Robyn (they/she/her), I’m 25+ and in GMT. Below you can find all of the links you need to get around, or feel free to hop onto my blog and take a look around for any other information or links you might want. Feel free to drop me a message or an ask! Anyone is welcome to send me memes or reply to any open starters!

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collectivemesses > turbulcncx

[musesgonnamuse]

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

[turbulcncx]

hi hello i made a little side blog for some supernatural muses that don't fit here but are all very much open to interaction there or on discord tbh it's @asavagesong

[turbulcncx]

i think knowing you're not enough for your partner as you are and that they will only be happy if you completely change and so you end up in an argument and they never end up messaging you at all so you also realise they probably don't actually care at all while equally knowing you haven't messaged them either because everything you say seems to upset them if they even talk to you at all... but also realising you have little to no friends at all and no one to talk to if said partner does leave because you suck and everyone hates you.... And the few that don't are in different time zones or have happy lives of their own is all just a wild, wild thing to be going through tbh.

[turbulcncx]

Getting to listen to new Ateez on the way to work because insane hours is good but also means I’m here two hours later with it stuck in my h e a d

[turbulcncx]

told myself i wasnt going to use this as a sounding board anymore because i'm pretty sure it's driven everyone away, but my god i am exhausted. Like deep, deeply exhausted. It feels like a constant battle lately, between new job which is just never ending, trying to keep up with family stuff, and the constant masking all the time for friends and family and just the constant feeling of having to run or perform or not be too much or too little to friends but also being absolutely useless at keeping in touch while equally feeling like i bore everyone so why do they want to talk to or write with me anyway and honestly does this feeling ever stop because I dont really know how long i can keep doing this

[rpmemes-galore]

send “give it to me straight” and my muse will share a truth about your muse with them that’s hard to hear…

(eg. “You ask for help, but refuse to accept it”)

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog this post to let mutuals know you're a-okay with them spamming you with ic asks / memes at any time!! Spontaneous interactions are great, fam

[turbulcncx]

Above all else, I'll miss our stories

Everything okay Nonnie? 🥺 here if you wanted to chat.

[turbulcncx]

Fireworks crackled outside in tandem with the countdown on the TV they watched, and Sujin lifted his champagne flute in his mother’s direction for a New Year’s cheers — quiet as to not disturb the little one sleeping deeply on his chest; Hwayoung had insisted on staying up until midnight with them, but hadn’t made it far past 10:00.

But it did not bother him — he and his mother sat as they had many times in the past, watching television, talking, laughing, takeout boxes scattered across the coffee table where they’d eaten their fill and picked on bits and pieces as the night stretched on.

But it had been a while since he’d done this; he had been a bit preoccupied with his debt to the devil, so to speak.

“Happy New Year, eomma,” the fox boy gave his mother a small kiss on the cheek.

“Are you tired? I can put Hwayoung to bed and help you clean up…”

@star-paths

Moments such as these could feel rare at times, where there was just the three of them enjoying life's precious moments as though there was not a single other thing to worry about. The simplicity of takeout and TV as one year turned to the next was a novelty and a dream all in one. To have her two children healthy and happy beside her... Well, Harin was not so proud as to dare do anything but be truly grateful for such blessings.

There had been so many moments in their lives, whether due to her own failings or those of their father, where she hadn't been sure they would have this. That sujin had ended up with the debt that man had racked up was... It still played hard on her heart. But she'd seen her son with the hellhound that that debt had brought him, and she knew that perhaps things might be beginning to change for him. For all of them.

"You're a good boy," She smiled warmly, bringing a hand up to pat his cheek fondly, only dropping it to brush a strand or two from Hwayoung's face, her smile equally as warm for her daughter as her son, "If you wouldn't mind getting her to bed, I won't argue with that. But I can manage the clean up. You need your rest too. Are you staying here tonight? I put fresh sheets on, just in case. And there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom for you."

[turbulcncx]

ya girl turned 30 today and got excited about a keychain with a fish floating inside a moon shape from the arcades

[chibbyresources]

Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude Or Send  “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

[stuff-by-v]

My muse is standing under mistletoe. Send 💋 to give them a kiss.

Or, send 🌿 for my muse to find yours standing under the mistletoe.

[nixscriptum]

[turbulcncx]

[ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? (For Jax!)

accepting | @star-paths

Jax doesn't actually laugh very often, for a number of reasons, but when he does it can be one of three ways. The first, is a polite chuckle, usually reserved for interviews or people he doesn't know well. It's his least comfortable, and carefully designed to be pleasant, not too jarring... A laugh his parents would be proud of, if pride was something they could ever feel for him.

The second, is a giggle. Rare though it is, it's usually reserved for when he's feeling shy or flustered, which isn't difficult once you break past the stoic, work-focused exterior. Get him to giggle, and you can pretty much guarantee that he likes you.

The third, is loud, it's unchecked, it's so completely carefree that it even catches him off guard sometimes. It's even rarer than the giggle, but oh when you hear it... you know he's comfortable with you. He knows it's obnoxious. He knows it drives people insane. So he reserves it only for when his guard is so far down around someone that he doesn't have the time nor thought to try and contain it.

[turbulcncx]

[ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? (For Nam)

Accepting | @star-paths

When Nam was a child, his grandma was his favourite person. It wasn't that he didn't get on with his parents, or even love them dearly, it was just that she was there more often, and they were very similar as people. He'd spend days there, talking her ear off about anything and everything, and she'd make him a hot chocolate with just a hint of peppermint as he liked it. He'd sit in her lap or beside her on the sofa and he'd help her with her crafts when her hands were too shaky to do the delicate parts, or would hold threads or ribbons or pass her the scissors.

Every time, she would take the necklace she wore - a simple locket that held a picture of her late husband - and put it around Nam's neck. A gold medal, for the best helper in all the lands.

When she passed, there was no will. Just a handwritten note stating that everyone could do whatever they wished with her things, her money, but the necklace would go to Nam.

To this day, he wears it for everything. And if he ever can't wear it for work reasons, it's sitting in his pocket, right there ready for him to dip a hand in and run his thumb across the delicate pattern etched into the gold.

[hellslittleprince]

[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? (For Hei!)

Accepting | @star-paths

Hei had never considered himself as having a love language at all. He'd very much grown up keeping to himself, and had believed that just saying he loved his family was all that he did or needed to do. It wasn't until his group members started to point out that he did in fact have a love language and it was perhaps one of the most consistent amongst them, that Hei started to believe that maybe he did.

And what love language was this, you ask? Jax once called it Magpie-ing. Hei's natural affinity for collecting things he thinks are pretty or interesting bleeds into his relationships, platonic or otherwise. He will collect and gift sea glass, craft things as gifts, or simply pick things up that he thinks the other person will like just because it made him think of them, or because that particular shade of blue matches a jumper they were wearing the last time he saw them. Hei is observant, even if that can sometimes rub people the wrong way, but it means that when it comes to his love language, he nearly always manages to get it right when it comes to picking something that the other person will like or appreciate. The day he turns up with a jar of sea glass the shade of your eyes in the sunshine, you know you've got him for life.