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so, this post is more of a reflective means for me than not, apart from relishing in the festivities that they’re supposed to. this year has been challenging, and while i’ve only returned here for barely a week, some things have happened and it brought some perspectives in me. it’s also been a while that i’ve done something like this, and people who was on my last one aren’t the same as the ones on here, but i’m thankful regardless. people come and go, and i’m grateful for both. for those who are here, thank you for staying. for those who have left, thank you for having stayed. there are lessons learned from this year alone, and i hope that i can only get better from here onwards, even with the personal struggles. just yesterday, life seemed bleak, but today, it’s a better one. so thank you for your existence, and may your christmas be merry and your new year happy. this post is to wish you the merriment, and i hope that i haven’t missed anyone.

old friends; the ones who have been sticking with me through so many different accounts, the ones who have been conversing with me a lot, ensuring that i’m afloat. i’m sorry if any of my words and actions have hurt you, and i hope our relationships will be even better in this next year: @jongdangel , @calier , @luxinexitium , @hyejvng , @subjectism , @wistfulreality , @lonelyeternities , @glitseun , @stellarade , @ghostchases , @7vth

we’re new friends, but your words truly mean a lot. you were there when i was down, and i truly hope we can spend more time talking as well, to know each other better and be even closer friends, for both the good and bad times: @aleastories , @dvntgo , @cityafterdark , @mybenot , @consilian , @phyrrickid , @spellbks

this part is the whole “where are you guys???? where have you been???? i hope you been all right!” because i haven’t either roleplayed with you or you haven’t been around for a long while, but i hope you’re reading this and your holiday is jolly: @ksung , @lithified , @illota , @ofkngs , @xnoctuary , @existheory , @warsk , @chaoticer

also, those who have roleplayed, are roleplaying, and will be roleplaying with me, even if now we’re just mutuals. i’m so grateful for all of you! thank you for helping both iseul and i develop, both as a roleplayer and a person. you truly mean a lot, and i hope we can talk more in the future: @cvnefin , @softbci , @eterneli , @350mm , @invained , @artificvr , @sinficer , @zureo , @delightfour , @lesivres , @yeonhas , @pecvlarity , @pullstrings , @onthisbluemoon , @revenantics , @bachye , @sangoit , @oitxra , @moonsflcwer , @fluorvte , @iiraeth , @ofabsolux , @pseudonyist , @moonchd , @dotwon , @cchilyoja , @antimoir , @ciindered , @cespires , @wiltedpetal , @stilledsouls , @deperle , @theseelenine , @mxrtifero , @90yoda , @invained , @garciti , @603k , @flvwersng , @synrgetic , @kiceun , @sarcemia , @solarade , @ofmontagues

merry christmas 2017 and happy new year 2018, everyone! hope this next year will be better for all of us, filled with joy and good news. <3 i hope you’re enjoying your holiday, too, and if you want to talk i’m always a tumblr im / discord away!

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MU’R CRIMAH, YOU HEAUXS.

Forgive my sucky graphic, I guess I’ll jump on this bandwagon. In all seriousness (I guess)―Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all of you lovelies! Another year, another chance at growth. I’ve had jongdangel for well over 3 years now, and it’ll be 4 in May. I was nervous about resurfacing after my hiatus back in the spring, and I was rarely here during the summer, but I’ve met some of the most amazing people just within these last couple months of 2017 that undoubtedly need to be recognized!  I refuse to make this long and sappy, but I really just want to point out everyone who’s made 2017 such an eventful and memorable year for this blog.

Continuar a ler

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The stigma around mulitmuse blogs needs to stop. The majority of us have multiple muses, it’s more convenient and easier for some to put them on the same blog. Reblog to support the multimuse marvels of tumblr.

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⚘⚘ send this to ten bloggers you think are amazing. Spread the love. ( ﾉ ꒪▿꒪)ﾉ*

( akjdfs so much positivity sent my way ; A; i’m really happy!! thank you so much babe! ;u ; you’re so much more amazing tho <3

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∠( ᐛ 」∠)When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy. Then, send to the last ten people in your notification anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ(*≧▽≦)

( it’s been a while since i got this but i was finally able to come online ; v; thank you so much for sending this!

alright, so five things, yeah? in no particular order:

- my friends, obviously

- food, lots of food ( and bc i can’t eat solid food rn i’m v sad :c )

- a cold glass of baileys, two ice cubes

- my doggo, sam

- my family!

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           Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox                                              & I’ll give you a treat!

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“I swear to god man, if you start singing about Little Mermaids and down where it’s wetter, I’m going to lean across this table and slap the shit out of you.”  Bada could only roll his eyes at his friend.  Cal had been laying the puns on thick since they left port and since the cruise still had 9 days to go, Bada knew he was in for more than he bargained for.

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MU F A SSA you sweetheart. <3

i love you too and thank you for always being so sweet to me. you check on me, you love on me, you trust me, you’re so fucking good to me and we’re just now only getting to know each other. i love you to death and you’re such an honestly good, kind person and i feel so lucky to have you on my side. thank you so much for being there with me, fafa.

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dust hovers calloused fingers, dances around swift gestures of a practiced melody. the music, deep and bitterly mellow, resonates, drowning the room and its sole occupant in a melancholic atmosphere. the melody becomes gradually morose, intense, immersive, frenzied--- the wrong piano key ruins the whole harmony and cal slams his fingers against the white keys in a cacophonous thump. his hands shake.

once again, cal is glad he used the last of his savings to soundproof his apartment, sparing his neighbors from his failed, frustrated attempts at playing that melody one more time. much like this evening, it usually results in a clash of dissonant sounds, groans of protest from the small, and unfortunately electric, piano. cal’s irritation grows higher than recommended at times, one of those resulting in broken piano keys not even two months ago. the attempts have become further apart, from days, to weeks, to whole months. the dust that collects on top of the once pristine, white keys is somewhat pitiful.

his mind is as loud and jarring as that dissonant noise cal made and his gaze locks on the unfinished blunt for a bout of courage to play. he doesn’t think twice and nestles on the couch, lights up the blunt. open windows be damned. a few strong hits in and cal relaxes, mind pleasantly slowing, forgetting. it’s something he’s used to and hardly wants to let go, even if he knows he should. 

it must be some strong shit, though, since not even half an hour later, as he walks over to his small kitchen, cal catches sight of someone standing on his balcony.

“shit. what the fuck did they mix in this?” with a shrug, knowing he can sometimes visualize things that aren’t there, cal ignores it and continues, tip of the blunt almost close to the filter. he stops once again, though, when his hallucination starts knocking on the glass doors, quite insistently. he recognizes the face and, really, why would he envision his neighbor? someone he rarely sees. in a hurry, he puts out the rest of the blunt and waves his arms around in a vain attempt to air out the scent. cal opens the glass doors, eyes as wide as the other man’s own.

“uh... hi? how did you...” cal is interrupted by a soft bark, gaze immediately fleeting towards the source of the sound. his eyebrows furrow. “is that a dog? we’re not allowed to... oh... oh. come in.” the drummer steps aside, ushering the man inside. 

“sorry about the mess. and the, uh... yeah,” is his lame attempt at some sort of start of a conversation.

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he has always been too sympathetic, too kind. invariably, his heart has always been vulnerable to the plight of the creatures of this earth, too tender for the corporeal nightmares which roam the earth. that’s what makes you weak, sneers an inky shadow as it coils like a vice around his joints, but kyungsoo devotes compassion all the same. for as many ravenous hands as there are in the world, each one vying for the delights of strangers, kindness will always be a choice. there will be snapping jaws and gnashing teeth to dodge, stampedes to outrun and terrors to endure. this world is not beautifu, but it will always be worth fighting for. 

tap-tap-tap go his knuckles against murky glass, while owlish eyes peer into the flat, searching for a vaguely familiar face. kindness tonight arrives in the form of a short-haired jack russell, toting with it the aroma of a lifetime in the city and eyes as bright as the stars now entering stage left. the little thing is calm for now, its stub of a tail wagging curiously, but kyungsoo knows they only have a minute at best before boredom settles in for the pup. cradling the dog between his arms, the boy gives it a little bounce and a playful whistle in some semblance of a game. just one storey down, waiting outside his door like a troll straight from a fairy tale, is the notoriously cranky landlady, who above all else apparently despises dogs in the flats. if she met the one in his arms right now, perhaps she’d change her mind, but kyungsoo isn’t about to risk getting kicked out of the one flat in the city that he can just barely rent. (next time, maybe.)

“hello..?” tapping softly at the glass one more time, he leans in close and hopes to any higher being out there that the tenant of this flat isn’t out for the evening. they’ve only met in passing, exchanging perfunctory nods and mumbled greetings in the lobby, but from what kyungsoo has seen, he can’t be a bad guy. worst case scenario, he just says no and shoos him away, which would be nothing short of a kindness compared to what he’d get from the landlady. in his arms, the tiny dog begins to squirm, restless from two whole minutes of silence, and kyungsoo grimaces in sympathy, whispering to rusting steel and dingy glass: “please, please, please, open the window…”

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“ this is my hero, cal “ *pins on fridge*

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[ in the process of revamping cal! some things will probs change but!! nothing that will potentially affect the threads i have, so it’s all good ; u ;

have a cute day! <3

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IMAGINE THIS:   a. )   Your skin is never truly yours; instead, it’s a carbon copy.                              b. )   Shower and scrub it, try to get rid off someone else’s smell.                              c. )   And you’re rubbed red, sinking in thoughts, remember:                                      The person you’re imitating is dead, and watching.

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[ text: grumpji ] well good morning to u too asshat

[ text: grumpji ] funny u would mention trucks bc

[ text: grumpji ] i feel like i’ve been run over by one

[ text: grumpji ] i have a fever, dude where do u think i am. in bed. 

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( ✉ → pinky )  yo fucktruck ( ✉ → pinky )  where are you??? ( ✉ → pinky )  im not running this fucking place by myself. ( ✉ → pinky )  you better get your ass here before i lose my mind and start throwing cans of coke at people ( ✉ → pinky )  im serious where are you.

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                                            ʏᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴊɪʜᴜɴ. 

           ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʟᴇᴏ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ  ɴᴏᴛ                                          ʏᴏᴜ,  sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

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LOADING THE DATA OF ▇▇▇▇, OPERATION NONDESCRIPT.

Imagine this: loaded guns, smoking muzzles, shrapnel bites. Another mission accomplished, your hands bathed in invisible blood. Somewhere along the way, an anonymous god is watching. Somewhere along the way, a syllabus of void is unfurling. You’re a result of the faults in fabrics of reality; and immortality is a one way ticket to insanity. Restart your life?

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for mutuals and stuff

pls like this post if i owe you anything!

i’m,,, so fucking lost :’ ) so pls help this potato out and tell me if i owe a starter or a reply or an answer to an ask!

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"I can't believe you made a song about me."

i can’t believe sentence starters !

some (all) may think, and he blames the fact that he’s a percussionist, that cal can’t write songs, let alone a simple melody. it’s a hobby he acquired at a young age, even before the drummer started experimenting with snares. it’s something he enjoys, something to keep his mind at peace when he’s alone, locked inside his apartment in self-induced isolation.

“i was inspired.” jihun is one of the few that were let in on that little secret. cal shrugs nonchalantly, neatly arranging the cartons of milk on the shelves. “and i was annoyed, so... who else would i write about?” the taller male jokes, a taunting smirk on his lips.