don't be hopeless;

min. 99-liner. she/her. intj. writer. multi-fandom. i like a lot of things and that's what usually turns up here. sometimes sad stuff too. i also like to talk (to myself) through tags! for more info & links go on my 'about' page.

[xiumuns]

break your little heart

Looking at someone like they hung the stars in your sky isn’t enough proof to say that you’re in love – according to Han Jisung. Not that he’s been doing such a thing in the first place. There’s this special feeling he has unintentionally reserved only for Minho… but it’s not love, Hyunjin, shut the fuck up.

At least Hyunjin is somewhat consistent with his honesty. Maybe it comes with his crush on Seungmin.

Meanwhile Chan tries to figure everything and everyone out, Seungmin just wants to follow the good kid agenda, Felix wants to live up to his self-proclaimed title of confident bisexual, Changbin tries really hard to be good to everyone, and Jeongin thinks he has way too much responsibility in this damn friend group. Oh, and Minho? No one really knows what goes on inside his head. Don’t mind him.

– Lee Minho is a heartthrob and that’s a universal truth. Somehow everything always leads back to that.

a stray kids fanfiction. ships: minho/jisung, minho/changbin, hyunjin/seungmin, other(s) [rating: teen and up audiences]

**AO3 Link will be in the reblogs/notes! or check on my blog for easier navigation. please check the story out! ♥ 

[xiumuns]

ao3 story link: break your little heart

[commodore65]

[clown-guitar]

[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere

[divorcearchive]

LEE KNOW for Marie Claire Korea

[fairycosmos]

life would be sooo good without my curse

[creativepromptsforwriting]

How to show emotions

Part V

How to show grief

a vacant look

slack facial expressions

shaky hands

trembling lips

swallowing

struggling to breathe

tears rolling down their cheeks

How to show fondness

smiling with their mouth and their eyes

softening their features

cannot keep their eyes off of the object of their fondness

sometimes pouting the lips a bit

reaching out, wanting to touch them

How to show envy

narrowing their eyes

rolling their eyes

raising their eyebrows

grinding their teeth

tightening jaw

chin poking out

pouting their lips

forced smiling

crossing arms

shifting their gaze

clenching their fists

tensing their muscles

then becoming restless/fidgeting

swallowing hard

stiffening

holding their breath

blinking rapidly

exhaling sharply

How to show regret

scrubbing a hand over the face

sighing heavily

downturned mouth

slightly bending over

shoulders hanging low

hands falling to the sides

a pained expression

heavy eyes

staring down at their feet

Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV

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[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.

[ojibwa]

[galacticlycoris]

プリンス🐰🍮

[lmm-43]

It sucks being right about something you wanted to be wrong about.

[seungs]

MC LEE KNOW / 220903

[louisegluckpdf]

every time i sit down 2 watch a horror movie i think of that one tweet :/

[louisegluckpdf]

rb if you too sit down in ur room and watch horror movies alone

[gateway-2000-deactivated2025111]

first game to ever scare the shit out of you? horror or not.

[inkskinned]

i don't want to talk about the violence i don't want to talk about the shape of the bruise i don't want to talk about how it sounded or what it felt like or how afterward, for hours, i had three sharp words banging around in my head in a cartwheeling spike - i just want to say it was something that hurt and to hear back i'm sorry it hurt you, do you need help feeling better? i just want to lie down without being asked to lie open and show where the hurt came from and to give birth again to the shadow memory, watch it ooze again across the floor to dance in the wake of my feet.

i do not want to argue with strangers on the internet who have no stake in the matter, telling me that kind of violence is often overstated. i do not want to argue. i do not want to keep getting older with this painted under my chubby bicep and splashed down my side. i do not want to hear i am playing the victim when i am the victim. i do not want to be a survivor, i just want a life in a green patch without having to endlessly sublimate the glass i have chewed, over and over, pouring sand out of my mouth into the wrong hands - i just want to be happy on sunday.

i do not want to talk about the violence and why the bell of my body is always hollow! i know it is hollow. please stop asking about it. i have spent so many hours trying to explain how it fell apart. i need to rest now. i need to take my meds now. i need to wake up and be someone who can have the quiet back without flinching in response. i know you don't believe it happened that way, why would you? you are someone looking for the clever ending; where you somehow win my narrative by showing me i am not allowed to be hurt by what happened. and i am just a person. i have already lost everything.

[agemnor]

v thunderous v scary

[ojibwa]

[ssalrobyul]

[edanakaya]

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