#snowstrobe

[hunorimoved]

@snowstrobe:

“No, I’m not scared of anything.” She said, despite the goosebumps along her arm making her hairs stand on end.

Ironically, thunderstorms always made Storm feel uneasy.

Ａ ＦＲＯＷＮ ＣＲＥＡＳＥＳ ＯＮ his forehead, glancing up and down at the girl’s profile, wanting to see if she was lying or not. A sigh heaves from his chest as he slowly nods his head, pursing his lips slightly. “If you say so..”

[sanzaki]

@snowstrobe

—-★ “What do you think the odds are of us being able to sled down all of these icy stairs, and not breaking something?” Eyes darting from the others features to the very icy set of cement stairs laid out before them. 

[moonjhye]

@snowstrobe "Maybe you should go to the doctor."

Storm shook her head, which she immediately regretted after feeling a wave of nausea pass through her.

Groaning, she threw the blanket back over her head.“I’ll be fine after a nap.” Peeking back over the edge, her eyes smiled at the female sitting next to her. “Thanks for worrying about me, though.”

Luna frowned, observing her for any other signs of sickness. She wasn’t convinced by her words at all. “Are you sure? Maybe you should take some medicine at least?” She inquired, her tone hopeful. “I can get it for you, along with water.”

[raepyro-blog]

                                 @snowstrobe ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

“I’m really not sure if this is a good idea. Maybe we should just turn around and walk the other way?”

[ezpakon-blog]

( @snowstrobe​ )

She pursed her lips, nudging the male with her shoulder in mock annoyance.

Storm had only suggested that they got out into town for a night out, since she hadn’t been out in a while. But, usually the night would end with someone taking her home because she was too drunk or waking up in a stranger’s apartment.

“I’ll control myself, alright?”

THERE WAS STILL REGRET IN HIS VOICE, and yet, he agreed? The last time the two went out... let’s just say, she was quite the handful. But to be fair, he was always the designated driver and/or the person that took care of everyone. It wasn’t by choice, just, it was difficult for him to get ‘drunk’. He had an extremely high tolerance to alcohol, so it was nearly impossible to get drunk, especially with human blood in his system. That being said, he did however, lose his control on numerous occasions, whether experimenting with his own body or binge drinking over his limit without blood in his system. 

“You’ll control yourself. Please, that’s hard to believe, especially after the stunt you tried to pull last time. You nearly shaved off my head and eyebrows, even tried waxing my legs. Do you not remember running around in your apartment with a scissor in your hand?” He smirked, was he making this story up? Who knows, because she clearly did not. It was such an Ezra-like thing to do, to make up stories and/or to exaggerate and tweak real life events to his liking. “Lead the way, I need a couple of drinks in my system anyways.” 

[deliacate]

                ❛  && . in reply to this for @snowstrobe! ❜

`   ❀   – - ❝ No, no! Feel free to. ❞ Nahyun replies with concern clouding over her face, hands rummaging through her bags to find her pack of tissues. She pulls it through when she finds it, handing it to the other without any hesitation. The weather changes frequently these days and the other looked like she needed the pack more than Nahyun did. besides, she barely even used it and had plenty more back at home. She pauses, thinking if she had a spare towel with her since she’s just come from ballet practice, dropping by Jung Cakes to see whether her boss had been back though she’s quick to realized that she’s used her spare one earlier.    

She pauses for a minute, trying to think of what she can do to make the situation better for the other and without hesitation, she asks,  ❝ Would you like to stay inside? I work here and I’m sure my boss wouldn’t mind if you passed time here. I mean, the storm is pretty outrageous. ❞

[bxhyung]

@snowstrobe: (from here)

Storm had had a rough day - well, week, actually. She had been working for hours on end in the dance studio when she wasn’t working at the ice-cream parlor or the vet. The company had needed an extra back-up dancer for one of their acts and she had been chosen immediately, so she had been working non-stop to nail the moves because this deal was also very last minute. But just last night while she was in the studio, the director came by and told her that she was dropped from the performance. All her hard work had gone to waste.

She had been in a sour mood ever since, and was in no head-space kind enough to be nice to others, let alone herself.

That was why when a cheerful woman asked her for more chocolate on her icecream, Storm felt herself completely shut out any kindness that might have been lingering. She knew it was a bit much for her to react like this, but it was like getting dropped all over again. All that ice-cream scooping was not enough? She wanted more chocolate? What if Storm didn’t do it properly? Would she just drop her? Like the director did?

Storm didn’t care that she was being over-dramatic at this point. “I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”

Shooting the girl Storm’s signature glare (albeit a little darker than usual) sent the girl scurrying to her bubbly co-worker. She felt relieved to be lifted of her responsibility of a customer but she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel guilty at all.

Whilst cleaning the countertop and empty icecream containers, she saw the girl find herself a small booth towards the end of the parlor and sit down cautiously. She kept looking down and her bright cheeks were even visible to Storm. Okay, she felt really bad.

So Storm did the only thing she could think of. She filled a small tub with the shaved chocolate topping and swiftly dropped it off at her table as she walked past to the bathroom, not daring to look at the lonely customer.

Maybe if it was another costumer, the girl would have received complaints for acting like that. But Bohyung wasn’t one to complain about things. So that answer just made her feel ashamed instead of mad. Well at least she still got the ice cream. She was sure the mood would light up once she started having it.

She poked the ice cream some times before finally starting to have it, her eyes glacing over the phone. Three new notifications that were sweeped off the screen. She didn’t want to talk to anyone for that moment. She opened her instagram and went slowly through she home page. Why she still followed him? She probably enjoyed to suffer a little more. She was distracted looking at one picture when she heard the sound of something being dropped on the table. At first Bohyung thought that might be a, rude, costumer just taking the empty spot in front of her without sking but it soon she noticed no one sat in front of her. Instead a tub filled with chocolate topping was there. Lifting her head she watched the girl walking to the bathroom, and from the hair she noticed it was the same that answered her badly some moments before. She knew the other wasn’t forced because she didn’t complain about it to any of the employees, remaining just the two of them. That definitely brightened her mood, as she smiled softly at the tub and put it all on her ice cream to starting eating it again, closing the app and locking the screen of her phone. Leaving any bad stuff locked in the device to just appreciate the dessert, now with the extra chocolate on it.

[rawtrbl]

❝ how am i supposed to feel? ❞

“…I dunno, I just don’t understand why you’d be so hurt over somethin’ like this.”

[jihnq-blog]

* @snowstrobe​ ; continued from here !

         Of all possible reactions received to a friend in adversity, that outburst is something he had definitely not expected. ”Fuck... chill, would you?” Impudent, but he certainly isn’t going to condone such truculent demeanor shot down at him (even if he behaves so himself as of recently). Eyebrows raised in bewilderment (of negative meaning) and hands st upward as a sign of capitulation -- an exhale of abirritantion inevitably emits his lips once the process of ensconcing begun. “Look... we could drop it if this make you uncomfortable and stuff, but shit -- don’t say such bullshit to me.” If there is one things he execrates is when people tell him who he is, what he senses and ponders of, or what his intentions hold. No one would subdue him, ever -- especially when he can't do so for himself, at times.

[feleste]

So some guy I hooked up with had me choke his life-sized plushie so he could get off... Bye!

So... What do I do with this information? Release it into the sea?

[baeyeonsei]

( ask - @snowstrobe​ )

“That’s no problem, we have extra food out the back.” Storm smiled painfully (that’s her standard customer service smile) from behind her desk.

The puppies in the play pen were all devouring the abandoned food like they hadn’t been fed twice today already. “Were you looking at purchasing any of the animals today?”

          Joohyun nodded slowly. “Yes! A dog, to be precise.” She smiles, looking at the one she’d been eyeing at the corner of the shop. “It’s not for me though. I don’t know anything about basic care.” She chuckles lightly, a little bit embarrassed. “I was about to bring the dog food I bought for it so you could check. But I suppose you can give me the most proper one?”

[whipslashed-blog]

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Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeSexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extremeAesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[kyodise]

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→ send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse [ not accepting ]☽ = wandering alone at night .

–– It was nearly one in the morning, and Elias had finished his newest track in the studio. He had clearly lost track of time when the moon was out and the streets of Hongdae were already filled with drunks and dimmed lights of the shopping center. The only thing that accompanied the warm night was the muffled music of the clubs and the drunken laughters of those who struggled to catch a taxi home. Of course, this was Hongdae. As he walked down the sidewalk, he noticed a stumbling figure walking towards him in the distance as the figure grew bigger and more distinct after a couple more steps. This woman was small, for sure. She wore a pristine looking blouse and he raised an eyebrow. Maybe she needed help? “Hey, do you need help?” he tilted his head as the lady still did not respond to his callings, and he was confused. 

He neared closer and when he finally met face to face with the latter, her eyes were red and her cheeks flushed. Oh. She was drunk. Before he could part his lips and say anything else, she fell forward and stumbled as if she had passed out. Luckily, he had quick enough reflexes to reach out and capture her before she could fall to the ground and he grunted, “Shit!” 

[hunorimoved]

「 STARGAZE | PSR & OSH 」

@snowstrobe:

Storm followed Sehun up the grassy hill - or rather, his white shirt that was billowing in the wind. It was so dark she couldn’t even see her feet, let alone around the deserted park.

“Remind me why we’re in a random park in the late hours of the night? I have a routine I could be perfecting right now.” She huffed behind him, punching him in the shoulder when they finally got to the top.

“So, what? Why are we-”

It was the moment she chose to look to the dark sky for an answer that she let out a gasp.

Small stars decorated the night like someone had sprinkled dots of white paint upon a black canvas. It was beautiful, and she couldn’t even describe what she felt. The light, but crisp wind wrapped around her serving as a reminder that she was not a star herself, but rather basking in their silent beauty.

“Okay, forget what I said. Please tell me we’re staying here for a while.”

ＴＡＫＩＮＧ ＳＯＭＥＯＮＥ ＯＵＴ ＴＯ one of his secret hide outs was something that he has never done before; not even to his closest members. But considering one of his backup dances has been working hard along side of him, he decided to take her out for a breather. “You need a break.” he states, straightforwardly. Sehun glances around him, making sure that no one was around at this time of the night, only to have his head tilt upwards towards the sky. A smile tugs on the corners of his lips at the sight of all the shining lights in the sky, quickly taking a seat on the floor. “A wise man once said that too much was bad, and you should take breaks. Something like that.” he nods his head firmly. “That wise man is jackie chan. got it from the karate kid.”

ＨＥ ＬＥＴＳ ＯＵＴ Ａ ＬＡＵＧＨ at her final words, reaching over to tug her wrist, forcing her to sit next to her. “Feel special. I don’t usually do these kind of things for just a mere backup dancer.”  Sehun leans back, resting his body on his elbows, glancing upwards towards the space above them. “You ever just wonder how many are up there? I think if I had the time, I would attempt to count them all, but that’s too much for my brain. I think it would explode by the time I got to ten.” he chuckles lowly, eyes falling shut.

Ａ ＢＲＥＡＴＨ ＥＸＨＡＬＥＳ ＰＡＳＴ his lips, taking in the fresh air around him into his lungs. “Peaceful here, isn’t it. I come here a lot after practice.” he slowly brings his back to the ground, beginning to lay down on the dewy grass. “It’s nice to hear complete silence after listening to loud music that makes your head explode.”

[bennywng-blog]

"Leave me."

2-word sentence starters

[ ANALYZING ] : @snowstrobe

“Ah, c’mon all I said was hey and you’re already shooing meaway?” He sat across from her and placed a fresh cup of ice coffee onto thetable. “Why so grouchy, uh? Is it because of my mismatching socks?”

[luxinexitium]

😊 (or anything in your plots tag)

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– from here!

Three o’clock finds Kyungsoo in the 24-hour laundromat, crammed between a two-story dental office and one of six convenience stores on this block alone. The latest number one hit echoes in the tiny building, distorted by the monotonous drone of drying machines and the beep-boop-blip’s coming from the portable gaming device that the kid at the counter seems entranced by. It’s one of the latest versions of the Pokémon series, if Kyungsoo remembers correctly, but he could be wrong. He hasn’t kept in touch with television-turned-videogames since he was thirteen. Or much of anything, really, save for bus schedules and when the ahjusshi selling ddeokbokki closes up for the night.

When the machine buzzes with a dreadful screech, the boy dumps his laundry into a basket and carries it to the wall lined with dryers, steps feather-light and virtually silent. Just as his mother had taught him to do, he shakes his t-shirts free of wrinkles before tossing them into the machine. The scent of fresh cotton and sugar tickles his nose and earns a soft sneeze from him, a mild disturbance to the ordinary peace of the laundromat. With a sniff, Kyungsoo shuts the machine and rummages through his pockets, but halts abruptly when his fingers grasp at only one coin. His heart skips a beat and begins to pulsate twice as hard as he searches his pockets again, searching through those of his jeans and his jacket. But again--there’s only one coin. 

An awful weight settles deep in his stomach, churning restlessly and thrashing about. Blood rushes to his face and tinges his cheeks with red, the heat spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. Shame is a sentiment he experiences rarely these days, especially on those nights when he digs through garbage for dinner. Those nights, he’s especially desperate. That same sort of feeling cloys in his throat and claws its way into his lungs as he glances around nervously. The middle-aged woman he’d spotted upon entering the building had slipped out the back for a smoke just minutes ago. There’s the college student busy with his videogames at the counter, lost to the rest of the world. His only hope of clean laundry comes in the form of a woman with big eyes and sharp cheekbones, the slope of her slightly rounded nose shining under the yellow-green-tinted lights. Palms sweaty, Kyungsoo approaches her quietly and makes eye contact briefly before asking, 

“D’you have some change?”