honey nut

turn the radio down & lay you down too. i could be the one for you. i know we're not in love ( love is vivid ). no, we're not in love. you fall right in it for a week, a month or maybe just a minute or a lifetime, what’s the difference? big bang or collision.

[winedrvnk]

I AM THE woRST i basically disappeared dhfbjfsknml soRRY school is garbage and i hate it with all my heart :)))))) im still v buSY but im tryin 2 get my shit together rip .. anyway ya ... this was just a Pointless update ... so bYE im not #Dead .

[wickxdgames]

wow i really want a cliche plot where muse b ( who’s a badass and lowkey kind of a jerk ) makes a bet with his friends that he can take muse a’s ( who’s a sweet lil angel ) virginity but then plot twist !! somehow sweet lil muse a worms her way into his cold heart and would you look at that ?? he’s fallen in love with her !! and so now he’s really set on losing this bet because he doesn’t want to hurt her but oops, he took her to a party and his friend accidentally let her in on their little bet. cue the angst and fluff (✿◠‿◠)  ( loosely based off the after fanfic and any teen movie from the 90′s/2000′s ) if you’re interested like this and i’ll come to you !! :~)

[allforbts]

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[95z]

the sweetest

[winedrvnk]

fcverish:

“you know, i never really liked flowers until you started telling me the meanings,” winnie spoke out, her finger gingerly stroking a sunflower petal. they died quickly, they smelled weird and sure, they looked pretty but the fascination seemed unwarranted. “i dare you to love me, hm. hey, do you know when they came up with all these meanings? was it just a flower seller who wanted to make a profit or… something more mr. flower-teller?” the brunette giggled, taking one of the tiger lillies in her hand and tapping him on the nose with it. “don’t apologize. nobody should apologize about something that they’re passionate about.” winnie twirled the stem in her hand, humming quietly to the tune of whatever song was playing gently in the background. “how’d you get into this stuff? it’s a cool hobby. better than… my non-hobby.” 

"oh,” sage murmured quietly in response as his cheeks flushed a soft pink. the words had him fuddled enough to feel the warmth spread through his limbs in a low buzzing roar, the disquietude slipping from his pores. and sage found himself quickly looking back down at the pretty orange petals to hide his smile. “well, i’m not really sure where all the meanings come from but i guess someone out there loved flowers so much that they decided to give them something else, you know? besides.. i think all the meanings are beautiful and fitting.. they add character.” he shrugged as the feeling of innate euphoria roamed through him ( something that happened every time he spoke about this particular topic ). “mm.. well, it started when i was twelve years old. i just loved how delicate they were and they always made people smile.. plus, spring was always so gorgeous because all the flowers would begin to bloom and... i don’t know.. it was just nice to look outside my window and see them gently swaying in the wind. and i loved the scents.. -- i know some people find them gross but for me, flowers produce a smell that calms me down when the world gets a little too cacophonic. flowers are nice.. flowers don’t hurt anyone. and i just -- i loved that flowers always bring people together. people give flowers to their significant others, their mothers, their fathers, their cousins and so on.. they’re used to celebrate, but they’re also used to mourn. flowers make people smile and blush and cry and express all sorts of beautiful emotions.. and that just makes me happy. it was hard picking between dance and flowers.. but i’m glad i became a florist. i mean, i still teach dance lessons during the weekends but spending all my time around these flowers make me feel happy and safe. this probably sounds weird and extra, but i don’t know.. they just make me happy. do you have anything you’re really passionate about?”

[winedrvnk]

stcrgrl:

his glow was irrefutable in the presence of the male, grin nestled rightfully on his face. the embrace of his friend was as warm his being — vibrant and sweet. it was as if jae radiated light, and noah was honored to exist within the same realm. as the other placed his feet safely on the ground, he lent an ear to his eager friend. “what happened?” he asked, although he knew the other would continue whether or not he chimed in. that’s how their friendship was, jae weaving extravagant tales as noah nodding along. it was as if the two were constantly traveling at different speeds, yet when the collided it was greater than force known to man. perhaps they had brought out the best in one another, a balance unachievable without the other. he wasn’t certain, but he never questioned the importance of the other male. a small chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke of the hot dog, the first of many tangents in his story. it was difficult to keep up at times, his quick motored friend producing more words in a moment than most in a day. he allowed his friend to go on, knowing any interruptions would prolong the story. as the story unraveled he raised a brow, concerned with his friends lack of judgement. he’d never been so accepting of strange men in trench coats, yet jae seemed to accept his offer with open arms. as the long winded speech seemed to come to a halt he decided it be his turn to speak, opening his mouth before his friend could find an additional piece of the story he previously withheld. “a haunted house in february?”  he asked, mouth slightly agape. “something seems a bit off if you ask me,” perhaps it was his logic speaking, a voice typically dulled by bottles of heavy liquor. but the glee in the male’s expression was difficult to deny, his eagerness to attend such an event, despite the eeriness of the event and the one to host it. “but if it’s what you really want to do,” there was a hint of discernment in his voice. “i’m in.” he said, sticking his hand out as if they were children, piling hands in the center before conducting a master scheme. 

being a social person had its perks, minjae thought to himself as he waited for noah to process his rather long tale, fingers lingering on the delicately folded flyer inside his jeans. and meeting random and strange people was always so much fun. why? because jae enjoyed the power he held over the peculiar guys and girls that couldn’t quite break eye contact with him. being talkative and down to try everything made people perceive him as someone who was intriguing and wild, and in return, he found them to be beneficial. after all, he was the one that constantly got invited to weird events ( and they always made incredible stories ). “i guess it is a little weird.. -- but maybe they just really love halloween. and i mean, who said we should only get spooky once a year? maybe these people wanna dress up and shit all the time.. who are we to limit their fun? besides, i’m in the mood to get scared and i didn’t wanna go alone... i can’t exactly cling to myself, can i? and yeah, we could go to a party or something but i’m tired of going out and getting drunk -- it’s not as fun if you do it all the time, you know?” jae murmured, folding his arms and looking down. he’s pouting. like a goddamn child.  luckily, the pout gracing his features doesn’t stay for very long as his eyes lit back up when noah agreed to accompany him. “wait.. really? you’ll come? oh wow.. you’re actually the best!” he exclaimed, ignoring the hand presented to him in favour of pulling the boy in for a tight hug. “i’m so happy you said yes. should we dress up or just go like this? do you think they’ll have ghosts and skeletons there? what about zombies? oh wow.. i’m so excited -- i can’t even think straight right now.” jae rambled without pausing to take a breath. “okay sorry, i’m done now.” he giggled as he released noah from his rather tight grip and stood back. jae ruffled his blonde locks briefly before reaching into his pockets to pull out the flyer he was provided. “so, the trench coat guy gave me this and it basically says that it’s being held at over here..” jae trailed off, tapping his finger against the address scribbled across the paper. “but unfortunately, i’m not too familiar with this area.. -- should we look it up or do you think you can get us there?”

[sosjimin]

[winedrvnk]

∟ ( starter for: @stcrgrl )

"you know what i desperately need right now? like five shots of tequila. today was an absolute nightmare.. some guy honestly tried to hit on me at the gym and you know what he said? ‘damn baby, i’d spank you like an almost empty ketchup bottle’.. -- who even says shit like that? jesus christ. anyway, buy me a drink? i’ll love you forever.”

[winedrvnk]

∟ ( starter for: @iriidesence )

"i actually went to class today and i think it was fairly successful considering i managed to resist the urge to slam my head against the table until i died.” the words slip out around a crooked smirk. “although, now i’m thinking maybe i should give that whole sugar mama/daddy thing another go.. what do you think? i mean, i know almost everyone is doing it now but it doesn’t hurt to ask for a second opinion.”

[winedrvnk]

∟ ( starter for: @versparadis )

"do you ever think about how much you could store in the hollow of hard cover book? i mean, damn, no one would suspect anything... -- you could probably get away with stealing some real expensive shit.” rowan mumbled as he gently traced the rim of his glass, rippling the liquid inside of it. he had been consuming scotch the entire time he had been here; allowing it to take the edge off. perhaps his tipsy state was the reason behind his chatty mood as rowan is not one to talk much. he doesn’t dwell on it, though, instead he simply absorbed the tranquillity of the moment and cherished that he had nowhere to be, that he could just exist. “do you think anyone’s tried and it and gotten away with it? i’m tempted to do it myself to see if it would actually work.” rowan said after a moment, fingers tapping against the table in a steady rhythm.

[winedrvnk]

∟ ( starter for: @fcverish )

“aren’t these flowers pretty?” sage murmured, leaning against the counter as his fingers gently grazed the petals. he appeared to look incredibly untroubled and perhaps it had something to do with the the stillness of the store and the soft sound of wind chimes. “these are actually one of my favourites,” he continued as a soft smile graced his delicate features. he shook his head, allowing a couple loose petals to escape the soft stands of his hair ( he has yet to understand how they end up there every single time ). “they’re tiger lilies. they’re really beautiful and they actually mean 'i dare you to love me’.. how romantic is that?” sage sighed, eyes quirking up to face the person beside him. “sorry, i’m rambling.. you probably don’t want to hear all of this.”

[winedrvnk]

like this post for a starter !!

[mydruggedthoughts]

[iwontbeephemeralarchive-deactiv]

au in which muse a and muse b have been neighbors for years, their apartment doors face to face on the highest floor of their building. in summer it gets pretty hot up there, so they started leaving their doors open to get some more fresh air in. that eventually led to several agreements about what music is playing (since it can be heard in both apartments, with the doors open), how they get their pets to like each other, etc. soon their apartments morphed into one, the constantly open doors making it easy to get from muse a’s place to muse b’s place to borrow some sugar, get the runaway cat back, change the radio channel or simple eat over there, because the afternoon sun is burning right into your own living room. they don’t realize that they are basically living together until muse a suddenly starts dating someone and muse b finds themself in front of a closed door.. ..and doesn’t like it at all.

[synqra]

pameluft

[dreamyoongi]

or is it me who changed?

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