fˡºʷ'ⁿᵍ,fˡºʷ'ⁿᵍ, fˡºʷ'ⁿᵍ (ᵃᵘᵗº)

((//&&* WATER does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”

[z-ali-blog1]

ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗ, ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶦ ᵈᶦᵈᶰ'ᵗ ˢᵃʸ ᶦᵗ ˢᵒᵒᶰᵉʳ⋅ ᶦ ᵃᵐ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃᶫᶫʸ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶰᵒʷ⋅ ᶦ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶦᶰᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰ⋅

[z-ali-blog1]

I am honestly so sad cause my laptop broke and I am not sure if I will be able to get it repaired. I will attempt to do things mobile but I have no icons so I can not do icon threads and will be so much slower.

[strikwoo]

“..No, of course I didn’t. who do you think I am? Nonetheless, being as diverse as I am in the art of bullshitting, I gave a worthy answer.” Hyunwoo looked over at the over and grinned with a laugh before blinking and turning his attention back to the road, gripping the wheel a little tighter than before. “Shut up, I know what I’m doing. Passenger drivers are annoying.”

[z-ali-blog1]

Shaking his head he pulled out his phone, playing with the some game app he doesn’t even really know about. “At least you had that going for you cause if you failed then that would have been a hilarious moment.” He leaned back in his chair and shrugged a bit, shifting his legs so that they were crossed over each other. “Ah, is that anyway to talk to your elders. I just want to make sure you’re safe.” His tone is playful, hoping that he didn’t just piss the male off. 

[musingmemes]

three word starters

“i’ll do it.”

“please just don’t.”

“i hate you.”

“i love you.”

“you love me?”

“please stop it.”

“i can’t breathe.”

“just go away.”

“you’re an ass.”

“you’re a bitch.”

“don’t leave me!”

“don’t walk away.”

“stay with me.”

“i’m begging you…”

“for fucks sake…”

“clean this up!”

“please kiss me.”

“get off me!”

“you are despicable.”

“are you okay!?”

“don’t do this.”

“please shut up.”

“are you drunk?”

“don’t forget me.”

[z-ali-blog1]

christmas eve/morning sentences.

"What did you get?"

"I've always wanted this!"

"Oh, boy --- socks."

"I think I know what this is!"

"Wake up, wake up! It's Christmas!"

"The carrots we put outside are gone!"

"He left two cookies."

"Do you think Santa read my letter?"

"Merry Christmas!"

"Watch out, mistletoe!"

"It's snowing! It's snowing!"

"That toy is getting on my last nerve."

"Santa must have thought you were a good boy/girl this year!"

"Don't eat all that candy in your stocking. Don't want to be sick on Christmas, now do you?"

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

"I still have some last minute shopping to do."

"Naughty boy/girl! Santa isn't going to be very happy about changing his list so close to Christmas!"

"Blast that Christmas music!"

"Brr!"

"Help me make the cookies!"

"Hold still! Just one more picture."

"At least act like you two like each other."

"The dog ate the mince pies."

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature of stirring, not even a mouse."

"The toy's batteries are already out they've played with it so much."

"Can we watch a Christmas movie?"

"Oh, god. I hate kissing her/him."

"Look at all those presents!"

"17? Last year I had 18!"

"This is the best Christmas ever."

"This is the worst Christmas ever."

"At least wear a jacket outside."

"Oh, no you don't! You're not going outside without the proper attire."

"The tree fell!"

"Shut up your singing!"

"He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty or nice!"

"I'm freezing my baguettes off."

[z-ali-blog1]

tag 10 people you want to get to know better !

tagged by:   @bitchsnake​ (the bae, i just made her my bae yes )

name:  Isaiah/Izzy birthday:   may 12th relationship status:   forever alone and kinda loving it zodiac sign:   taurus siblings:  many, many siblings ( 6 ) pets:   bearded dragon ( paarthurnax ) time:   2:17am  type of phone:   windows lumia and lg something love or lust:   love lemonade or iced tea:   both cats or dogs:   cats  coke or pepsi:   neither day or night:   night meet a celebrity:   vera famiga or zhang yixing chapstick or lipstick:   both city or country:   city last song you listened to:   everything falls apart- raybabboon

tagging:   @educrisu @daphnyx @candiedish @aellionios @chisapuppy @glaieulux @heisgrey @ljoeru @wvndrlvnd

[crystalricin]

[wilfordisms-deactivated20160622]

“  good evening, ladies and gentlemen    and OF COURSE all other configurations    of beings … my name is …

WILFORD WARFSTACHE.  “

(  written by celestial.

         promo credit @educrisu.  )

[candiedish-blog]

Too tired to really fight him she plopped right onto the mattress with a groan, hardly moving at all other than curling her leg. Easily she found herself turning into the little spoon and it was nice having warmth with her as she was drifting off to sleep. Of course she felt like she shouldn’t, always felt nervous and overall distant when she was alone in someone else’s home, couldn’t shake the feeling but was too tired to try and protest. So instead of focusing on her mind’s unnecessary worries she let it wander, her body going lax as her eyes closed. “Okay.” Was her simple reply, voice soft and slurred with drowsiness.

[z-ali-blog1]

He loved the feeling of having something against his colder body. The anemia he had always made his body feel cold, even when it was hot for normal people. Being able to hold someone and just relax and sleep was a luxury he didn’t get often. People didn’t like getting so close to cause of his temper. He could easily drown someone if he wanted but he didn’t want to. He wanted to enjoy Rowen’s company and just sleep. He hoped he didn’t make her uncomfortable but the way she cuddle back against him made him realize she too was comfortable. He moved the hand from her waist to push her hair gently away from her face. “Goodnight noona, I hope you sleep well.” 

[z-ali-blog1]

((//&* sleepless days.

[bitchsnake-archived-deactivated]

     she has found life to be a dull thrum.   monotony rarely sundered.   the cyclical ebb of waking, seething, resting.   waking,   repeating.   seldom is there anything to break the tide of studies,   even finals week with its languished bearings.   the span of time is comprised of studying,   burying her nose in psychology textbooks, finding herself   both fascinated with the draw of human nature   &.   disinterested in her pursuit   ( on one hand,   she’d a passion for the subject,   on another   ;   she dreamed of pastures   &.   dandelions,   peonies pressed into her notebooks ).                  but still she fastened on to the vocation of university,   aching throughout the   days.

    it’s one evening, in particular that she finds   herself in the study commons,   the library   ;   as others would say.   her therapist had suggested taking a break from the fortitude of blankets   &.   pillows strewn about her bedroom,   &.   to instead flock toward the others.   peers   &.   pupils alike, with their oiled fingertip   &.   hunger for knowledge   ( or just a passing grade,   whatever it may be ).   unsure as if it helps the melancholy in her sylphic   bones,   but she attempts the matter              settling herself at a table father away from the others.   it’s thence that she feels a heavy something beneath her feet.   mouth quirking, eve peers down,   finding a STRANGER. 

                  ❛   hey                !   ❜   she murmurs.   ❛   hey buddy.   get up, y’flooze.   y’alright?   ❜  

[z-ali-blog1]

He felt it, her feet against his chest. It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable he just didn’t understand why the hell she decided it would be okay to put her feet on him. He wasn’t the ground, he was obviously a body under the table. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes and mumble in his half-asleep state. She had woken him up when she sat down but not enough to warrant any sort of reaction out of him, other than that. He lifted a hand and gripped her ankle, leaving it there. He was too tired to do anything else.  “Don’t you see me trying to sleep here?” He finally said after a long period of silence, really wishing for this random stranger to go away and leave him alone to rest. “Something sure smells like corn chips here, can you take those funk filled feet and go to another table.” This time he was more awake, realizing that the more this girl kept her feet on him the less he was going to be able to sleep. His muddled brai nwill feel them the entire time and irritate him more than he already was.  

[yoonssaem-blog]

Seungyoon rolled his eyes, didn’t even feel bothered to hide his annoyance. He leaned against the door frame in defensive stance, arms crossed over his chest and clenched teeth. It was enough to end everything there, because last time Seungyoon let Matthew in to his living room, he stabbed him immensely on his weakness where a friend shouldn’t touch. His mother. That was the boundary, but Matthew had crossed the boundary. “But…What should I do with you,” Seungyoon pulled a bitter suppressed laugh, tugging on his strands. “I really want to slam the door in front of your face right now. Should I not?”

[z-ali-blog1]

The male really did feel guilty, his mother did not teach him to be like this. She taught him respect and boundaries but his other side. That side did not know when to stop. When to reign in the temper and be a decent human being, well because it was not a decent human being. It was always waiting to strike, to bait people, to berate them. Matthew wished he didn’t have it, was normal and able to control himself. He sighed, slipping slim, white hands into denim pockets. He knew he was screwed this time. He could lose this friendship, one that he really hoped would work out. “I understand. You can do that, I wouldn’t get offended or anything. I wish you wouldn’t though. I know I fucked up, but I will try to make it up to you. I can’t promise anything because promises are easily broken. But I can try.”

[wvndrlvnd-blog]

Her charms hadn’t worked, though truthfully, she probably could have tried harder. Resisting the urge to pout more in earnest, she leans back again, fingers reaching up to idly play with a few strands of her dark locks, eyeing him. ❝ — Too much of a gentleman. I guess I can’t talk my way out of you coming along. But I still think its silly, ❞ she responded after a moment, letting out a small breathe afterwards. ❝ — And what about you? Who is going to walk you back once I’m there, hm? ❞   

[z-ali-blog1]

He chuckled at her, enjoying her company more than he would with anyone. He sets his cup down and gave her an amused expression. “Pretty much. I have to make sure you get home safely, or I will worry all night and worry lines are not attractive.” He replied cheekily, his eyes crinkling at his own lame humor. His eyebrows lifted at her question. Could she not tell he was not like any average, human male. He could easily take care of any trouble that comes his way. “You don’t have to worry about me. I am perfectly capable of fending off any danger or trouble that comes my way.” 

[thestrvnged-deactivated20160430]

Welcome to the abyss where the strange and the estranged unite   as   one.   Outcasts   and   general   losers   that   are interconnected with each other as friends,  and  family even. Though a little  rough  around  the  edges,  each  person  has their own story,  and each  person  has  their  own  will.  

Multimuse/ship , Literate, Para&Script.   L ● R ● F  

[bitchinata-archived]

If you constantly feel inferior to all your rp partners clap your hands !!

[strikwoo]

[ @z-ali ]

“So there I was right, chilling in the class not paying anybody no mind and then the bitch ass of a prof calls on me to answer!” Dropping his hands on the steering wheel of the car, the newly driver licensed teenager rolled his eyes and pressed on the gas (a little recklessly) as the light turned green. “Honestly I mean what kind of luck do I have that makes me out of a room of probably 400 people be picked?!”  

[z-ali-blog1]

He found his story amusing at best, knowing the feeling entirely too well. He always ended up being picked on during class but he also paid attention in class and was able to answer the questions correctly. He shrugged. “That honestly sucks though, did you even know the answer?” He looked over curiously. “Also be careful driving in case of a crash I would survive you, however are less likely.”

[bakerswifex-blog1]

@z-ali liked this for starter 

Margery balanced carefully on the chair as she finished hanging the picture on the wall “Does this look straight to you?” she asked the other curiously.

[z-ali-blog1]

He stood back and watched as she adjusted the picture. He watched to make sure he was aligning it right before nodding. “Yeah, it looks straight. But just to make sure we could level it”

[fakedeath-blog]

[fakedeath-blog]

                        ❛ HEY!  somebody stop       that guy!                                                            he’s got my  wallet― & my watch!  ❜