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❝ Are you out here all by yourself? ❞

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A stiffening silence in the air prior to a voice, which seemed so loud in the eerie quiet of a dark night, didn’t feel all too discomforting to Yongguk. There are many things that put him on the edge—set him off and bring chills dashing down his spine. He’s a paranoid guy with copious amount of anxieties; the sound of his fridge making ice at night could have him wondering if there were demons lurking in the midst of his apartment. 

But silence...silence was never one of those. Silence coaxed him, brought him some peace of mind. There are times when his mind gets too loud for him, and admittedly, the omission of noise wasn’t always something that shut it up, but it did work sometimes. 

The proposition served as a rhetoric inquiry, but he answered with a shrug of his shoulders and a low hum of his voice anyway. He leaned back while glancing toward the recent presence beside him, and under the moonlight, his soft smile was shown wholeheartedly. He’s great at masking feelings if you don’t know any better.

“Solitude is peace of mind.” Yongguk started, gaze lifting to its prior position—fixated on the moon and all of her beauty. “Isn’t it best when you look at the moon alone? I mean, not that you’re entirely alone when she’s out. She’s like your guardian angel, you know? Comes around when the ‘demons’ come out to keep you safe. Always there when you need her most. She’s gorgeous, right?”

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─ `  hynuki.

“If you get a tattoo while hungry won’t you like er, fuckin’ pass out bro?” Long fingers comfortably tap out a rhythm on Yongguk’s ink adorned collar bone as a stream of unorganised consciousness pours out of his mouth. They’re sat in on the sofa, as per usual, a half-naked mass of overlapping limbs and cat hairs. The television is background noise but it doesn’t soothe Hyunki nearly as much as the steady ebb and flow of his boyfriend’s breathing. “And if you bang with a fresh tat, that’s either excessive pain or awkward fondling, right? After sex, food tastes 5000 times better. So, logically…”

Although his gaze is fixated onto his dimly lit phone, pad of his thumb grazing in a quick motion over the screen, he’s anything but focused on what his eyes are seeing. Between the two of them, Yongguk’s lack of an attention span was more than blatantly clear, but it never helped when Hyunki was around to make matters worse. Or perhaps it did, on the other hand, as he could do nothing but give his undivided attention to his partner on the contrary. 

He sets his phone down onto his lap, more-so dropping it than anything, and averts his eyes to his sunkissed beauty. “So, logically what? I can’t do all of that at once? Or are you telling me that I have to sacrifice getting a tattoo to eat and have sex instead? That seems a little crazy to me. Giving up a tattoo for sex?” Sarcasm is prominent in his voice, showcased perfectly with the jesting tone of his words. “Why would I ever do that? Unless you’re offering me ramen after, of course.”

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✧  (  sentence   starters     →    the  secret  garden

  please change any pronouns to your own liking or as you see fit !

❝ I didn’t cry because I do not know how to cry. ❞

❝ My mother didn’t have time to tell me stories. ❞

❝ I’ve stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don’t know. ❞

❝ The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. ❞

❝ If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden. ❞

❝ Be quiet! You’re the most selfish boy that ever was! I hate you! ❞

❝ If you scream another scream, I will scream too. ❞

❝ I can scream louder than you, and for longer. ❞

❝ Spores are the little things in the wind that get stuck to your lungs. ❞

❝ Are you out here all by yourself? ❞

❝ I won’t shut it up again, I promise, forgive me. ❞

❝ The timeless tale of a special place where magic, hope, and love grow. ❞

❝ Are you making this magic? ❞

❝ It’s like the whole universe is in here. ❞

❝ That means I could marry you. ❞

❝ I don’t care. I want us always to be together. ❞

❝ Would you get back to the kitchen, you impudent girl! ❞

❝ I’ve tried to control her. She must be sent away, my Lord. ❞

❝ How can they be? It’s quite impossible. ❞

❝ I was angry, but I never cried. I didn’t know how to cry. ❞

❝ A garden. I’ve stolen a garden. ❞

❝ Promise you won’t tell anyone? ❞

❝ You can dress after you’ve eaten. Your clothes are on the chair. ❞

❝ Who’s going to dress me? ❞

❝ Can’t you dress yourself? ❞

❝ How dare you speak to me with such disrespect! ❞

❝ Now, what would you like to wear? Black, black, or black? ❞

❝ Are you blind? They’re all black. ❞

❝ A what? You thought I’d be a what? ❞

❝ When I heard you’d be coming from there, I thought you’d be a native. ❞

❝ here’s no need to do that. I’ve nothing against natives. ❞

❝ Why do you keep it covered up? ❞

❝ Smiles too much? How can a person smile too much? ❞

❝ I thought she died falling off the swing in her garden. ❞

❝ If it’s dead, why does it keep growing all the time, even after you’re dead? ❞

❝ Well, maybe not your hair. You’ll probably be bald. ❞

❝ If everyone thought that about me, I still wouldn’t do it. ❞

❝ Secrets are safe with me. ❞

❝ It’s a secret garden. ❞

❝ Everyone thinks I’m going to die. ❞

❝ I hate the way you talk about dying. ❞

❝ God! Look at your legs, they are swollen and red! ❞

❝ My parents always thought about themselves. They never thought about me. ❞

❝ Please don’t send me away, I won’t do any harm. ❞

❝ You did something I thought no one could do. ❞

❝ I will be doing some upstairs housekeeping and waiting on you a bit. ❞

❝ I can’t think why, but he’s decided to make friends with you. ❞

❝ Well, I don’t know what to do about it. ❞

❝ Hey that means we’re the same age. ❞

❝ You don’t know anything about anything; none of you. ❞

❝ I’m master of this house while my father is away. ❞

❝ I never had any friends before. ❞ 

❝ Waiting on me makes you my servant, then. . ❞

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fyi your links still lead to alevuros

I FIXED IT, thank you. I was in mid transition and I’m still revamping shit.

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you look charmingly homosexual today

That’s crazy...I’m heterosexual, though. What about me looks homosexual? It’s the Spongebob boxers, right? I knew they gave off that impression.

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❛ i really want my last words to be ‘hey, wanna see a dead body?’ ❜

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It’d been an innocent, passing comment, even if it were morbid nonetheless, but he’d never pass up an opportunity to go on a spiel about how bad he wanted to be nonexistent anymore. Laughter filled the air, only for a short moment, and his head tipped to the side slightly. 

“Yeah? Me too, and right before they’re able to see said dead body, I’d hold up my finger to signal them to wait and raise my wine glass—filled with bleach—and begin chugging. They’ll see the body in no time.” Yongguk spoke with carelessness. He wasn’t an impulsive person, nor was he ever lacking tact when it came to conversing respectfully with others, but morbid jokes about himself were a weakness.

“That’s what you were getting at, right? A suicide joke?” He inquired, his voice softer and his expression transitioning from playful to concerned. 

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popular text posts + ask memes (part two) 

❛ i don’t have time for a relationship. do you know how many books i need to read? ❜ ❛ i think it’s hilarious when people tell me i’m laid back because i’ve pretty uch been screaming nonstop in my head since like fifth grade ❜ ❛ coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing just… not good ❜ ❛ i’m a piece of shit, but it’s fine ❜ ❛ how i am supposed to have a lit summer with $4.65 ❜ ❛ i’m a huge fan of space; both outer and personal ❜ ❛ and to your left, you can see me, ruining everything ❜ ❛ any full cast musical number can be a solo if you believe hard enough ❜ ❛ kinda hungry, kinda horny, kinda tired, kinda wanna get a tattoo ❜ ❛ no amount of under eye concealer can cover up how tired i am of this world ❜ ❛ i’m ready for autumn, but not autumn responsibilities ❜ ❛ today i’m wearing a lovely shade of i slept like shit so don’t piss me off ❜ ❛ i’m not making enough boys nervous ❜ ❛ i really want my last words to be ‘hey, wanna see a dead body?’ ❜ ❛ don’t you hate it when money goes away when you spend it? ❜ ❛ i’m always a slut for conspiracy theories ❜ ❛ i wanna make a diss track about myself ❜ ❛ true friendship is bullying your friends into watching the tv shows you watch ❜ ❛ i’d be such a good girlfriend/boyfriend/s.o. you’re all missing out ❜ ❛ sorry i was late. i can’t conceptualize time. ❜ ❛ fuck what the aliens said ❜ ❛ sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments ❜  ❛ if outfit repeating was a crime i would be sentenced to life without parole ❜ ❛ does anyone have ten thousand dollars they don’t want? ❜ ❛ i want a sugar daddy, but i know nicki minaj wants me to be independent  ❜ ❛ i stress about stress before there’s even stress to stress about ❜ ❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if anyone wants to have a drink or get married ❜ ❛ tbh sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic because i will get over it, but let me be dramatic first. ❜ ❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜ ❛ if we date, you have to hold my hand in the car. no exceptions. ❜ ❛ in an unfortunate development, i am now awake ❜ ❛ you’re hella bomb, hella cute, and anyone would be hella lucky to have you ❜ ❛ kinda hurt, kinda offended, kinda not planning on saying anything about it ❜ ❛ trying to embarrass me is so unnecessary. i do it to myself just fine. ❜ ❛ if you don’t think i’m a princess then you’re 100% right. i’m the fucking queen. ❜ ❛ fuck summer. i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october. ❜ ❛ lana may have fucked her way up to the top, but i am bullshitting my way up to the middle ❜ ❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜ ❛ so… do you want to watch 49.7 hours of parks and recreation with me? ❜ ❛ i hit rock bottom like every two weeks ❜ ❛ can someone please be proud of me? like fuck, i’m trying. ❜ ❛ give me a few days to overthink about it ❜ ❛ can i sell my feelings on ebay? i don’t want them anymore. ❜ ❛ i’m really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time ❜ ❛ when does hibernation start because i am 100% participating in that ❜ ❛ don’t you hate it when you wake up and you’re awake ❜ ❛ i lowkey just wanna make sure you’re happy as fuck ❜ ❛ i literally have no idea what i’m gonna do if i don’t end up rich ❜ ❛ you know you’re in deep when you love listening to them talk and you get attached to their voice ❜ ❛ no offense, but when is it my turn for someone to be in love with me ❜ ❛ i’m an asshole with a really big heart ❜ ❛ i have to be funny because being hot is not an option ❜ ❛ can i apologize in advance for basically everything i will ever do ❜ ❛ okay that’s cool, but consider the following: snuggling with me until i fall asleep ❜ ❛ please handle me with care. i am a very sleepy and soft creature. ❜ ❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk. ❜

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‘MUN’NY.

Tagged by: @lunerious

Tagging: @enyng, @oplismenia, @jdaehyxn

1. BASICS

NAME: Rose SEXUALITY: Pansexual ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius 

THREE FACTS: 001. I’m 20. 002. I drink A Lot of coffee. 003. I really like video games.

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG  (  MONTHS / YEARS ?  ): 3??? years. 3-4. PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  Tumblr / Facebook / Aim 
BEST EXPERIENCE: i hate this place and it makes me want to rip my eyes out

3. MUSE  PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: Male. MULTI OR SINGLE: Single.

4.  WRITING  PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Angst. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Uh....? I usually write a lot but I’d prefer to write short things......because I get lazy.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Night. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): No. They have lives.

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Perhaps knowing when to let silence be silence instead of frantically filling the air with meaningless words was something he’d never be able to grasp. Because clearly, she didn’t seem to keen on conversing with a stranger--especially given the situation and overall vulnerableness she, without a doubt, reasonably could have felt without a shirt on. But his intentions weren’t ill, nor were they to be invasive. Frankly, he cared so little about a topless woman that he hardly even understood that it wouldn’t have been wise to strike up a conversation about life with her at such a time. Plus, to make matters worse, he knew tattoos in such a sensitive spot hurt like hell.

He really didn’t mean to seem intrusive, nor perverted--as some may have felt he was. He couldn’t really blame anyone; cis-men could be a little bit racy and repulsive. But surely, it was bound to happen the more and more he ran his mouth and tried to meet eyes with her here and there (mostly because it felt rude not to. That’s just how he was raised).

“Meaning behind it seems a little deep, huh? I like tattoos that have meaning. Not that there’s anything wrong with getting a tattoo just because you like it, but...all of my tattoos have meaning behind them. How many do you have?”

It had all been like a fairy tale gone terribly wrong. She found her prince, her castle, and her hope, and when midnight stroked it all vanished. Eunwol kept waiting for it to all end, and this one day it did. She woke of from her nightmare, and she moved on. She walked on. She lived in the real world now.

But in the fairy tales, she learned a few things. She broke mirrors that told her she wasn’t the fairest or the prettiest because it wasn’t about what she lacked it was about what she had. She stopped eating dangerous fruits that made her feel like she was ten feet tall to only shrink her another time. Eunwol even stopped chasing crumbs that were left by evil witches because their as always a kettle waiting to cook her. 

Eunwol applied all this knowledge to herself, and she was the crowned queen of them all. She had her castle. She was her own man. She had hope. That all led Eunwol here to her favorite tattoo parlor. The words ‘I am enough’ were going to signify to her the end of that journey. It would bare her lessons where scares couldn’t form, and she was happy. 

Well she was until the man’s words took her from her fantasy. She remembered her tattoos were illegal, and how her fans would judge her for the markings that seemed so right for her. She looked to him nervously, and she bit her lip. “What?” She inquired as the words rang in her ears. “Thanks,” she told him also feeling a bit exposed from her shirt being off. She shifted her gaze away, nodding as she blushed. 

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You can’t change the past but you can learn from it.

alice through the looking glass (via ck-eletoc)

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“I YELL BECAUSE I CARE.”

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“Is that really why?!” He shouted back in return, a smile lifting his lips. 

He couldn’t help but be amused to see her so worked up over such a little burn. It happened way too often for him to make a big deal out of it. Cuts, burns, shattered glass (and more cuts when he tried to clean it up). Happened all the time. That’s what you get when you mix someone with a passion for culinary arts and a unnerving tendency to break everything and hurt himself constantly. Clumsiness was a curse.

“’Cause I think you’re just yelling to yell!” He continued to yell, laughing under his breath afterwards as he redirected his attention back to his index finger.

It really was a bad burn, now that he looked at it again. The skin already started to bubble up--it was going to be a pain to deal with while cooking. Or doing anything, really.

“I just need some like, ointment or something. Not you screaming at me.”

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" That's what happens when you sleep in the whole damn time." || Welcome to ILLUME, If you need anything, don't be afraid to holla at me, or any of the other admins! :D

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“That’s what happens when you sleep in the whole damn time.” He repeated, childishly. He didn’t forget to make sure to mock him in the most outrageous voice, either. That was the whole point of it all--to mock him.

Of course he knew oversleeping wasn’t good for him. It always made him feel drowsier than he would have if he slept only two or three hours, or at least as drowsy as that anyway. But to top it off, he’d also missed out on free donuts at a local bakery that he really loved to eat when he had a craving for something sweet.

And so there he was, drowsy, a pounding head, and no donut in his hand.

“You could have just as easily picked up a donut for me, too!”

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things said between me and my boyfriend 1/?

“Why does my snapchat hate you?” “We’re being sappy and gross again.”  “Nicholas Cage is important. National Treasure wouldn’t have happened without him.”  “Tell him to give you bread or I’ll hit him with a frying pan.”  “Are my eye bags attractive?”  “Apparently I ate a fucking groundhog.”  “You may think the world needs the sunshine more, but without the world, what’s the point of the sun?”  “Aww. Mr Sappy got sappy!”  “If you killed someone i’d totally still love you.”  “Hash browns are a gift from the heavens.”  “Can we have hash browns at our wedding?” “You know how some wedding venues have, like, peacocks wandering the grounds? We should have that but cats instead.”  “You have to wear your gay ass shoes.”  “You could wear neon camo and still look amazing.”  “I need to wash my eyes with acid now.”  “I can barely keep my eyes open. In fact, one is closed.”  “You could call me shitface and I’d be okay with it.”  “I deserve to be dragged like all of your friends.”  “Why do you want me to drag you?”  “Like, I’m pretty sure I can’t just google ‘will twins be able to stay together in police custody after blowing up a building’. Wait, hold on.”  “Why are you eating pocket cheese?”  “You’re trying to give me a heart attack!”  “Gramma won’t let me cut off her arm.”  “It’s like it’s sucking the heart into its body. Stealing hearts. Killing people. Vacuuming them right out of people’s chest. And THEY LIKE IT.”  “That thing is dead inside.”  “Tag yourself. i’m ducks.”  “I dragged myself!” “Drag me like one of your French girls!”  “There’s more time to drag me!”  “Your hair! I’m in love!” “I am home. WITHOUT cereal.”  “I YELL BECAUSE I CARE.”  “I AM APPALLED EVEN EIGHT HOURS LATER.”  “Don’t cheese shame me!” “I’ve never been nightmared from cheese.”  “Not-real cheese doesn’t count.” “GO TO JAIL. GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL.”  “Damn papi!!”  “No, do not die.” “We’re one of those couples I want to punch in the face.”  “What’s a screendoor?”  “What do you mean you don’t have screens in your windows?”  “CATS ARE NOT ALLOWED OUTSIDE.”  “Gordon Ramsey just pronounced ‘Z’ as ‘zed’. No????”

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“you’re messing with me, right?”

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“Right. Sure.” Alex muttered, bitterness strong in his words. Sure, it was a little dramatic, but it was true. It wasn’t a joke. And it was serious to him, too. It really scarred him for life.

“Like I just don’t know how it happened.” He continued. He needed her to believe it, not only for the mere fact that they’d vowed to share embarrassing stories with eachother (and they had to be true), but because it was something that was always at the back of his mind when he wore tight fitting pants again.

“It was just a really tall truck. I was shorter back then, obviously, and my jeans...they just? Ripped. Completely. All the way down. It was from the crotch all the way to my damn ankles, like I shit you not. I’m being so serious. And they were literally almost half of my paycheck, so that’s another reason I don’t even bother buying expensive clothing anymore if that shit can still happen.”

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“you know, i try to stay positive.”

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Positive? Is that how he intended to be? Because it didn’t seem positive, and if he was supposed to take it that way, it was more than blatantly forced. Forced positivity seemed all the more uncomfortable than if one would just let out the pessimism and be honest. Besides, negativity never bothered him much anyway.

He was one to be a little more than negative here and there himself. He couldn’t complain much at all.

“Is that what that was?” He questioned, though an answer isn’t necessarily what he was looking for.  And rather than allow the other to respond, he laughed shortly and smiled. 

“It’s alright to be negative sometimes though, you know. Everyone needs that balance. And considering the fact that your, uh...sad excuse for an umbrella is now ripped into shreds...I think you have the right to be upset. What were you thinking using a newspaper anyway?”

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His face grew far too familiar around the tattoo parlor. And by far too familiar, it was almost sad. It got to the point where appointments weren’t needed and drop ins were more than acceptable. Why? No one really knew except for himself and the artists themselves. He wasn’t exactly covered from head to toe, nor did he have any desire to be, but maybe it was due to the fact that he’d come in with homemade sushi for them three times already before his appointments that his presence was always so welcome.

It was never his intention, but merely to be considerate of the fact that one of the artists booked his tattoos over their lunch hour each time. Returning the favor in food was less than he felt he could do to make up for it; he always appreciated their hard work and their completed pieces after.

And so, the little additions he found himself getting on a tattoo that was a little over a month old was nothing but a drop in that only took a total of fifteen minutes. But in that fifteen minutes, an unfamiliar face stopped in and had begun being worked on beside him.

He didn’t mean to listen in on her conversation with the other tattoo artist, but he did. And her tattoo idea was lovely--at least the quote he heard, anyway. And seeing as he’d stopped in right before his artist’s lunch hour, they made plans to sit around and eat some food together. They got along really well, honestly.

But he had a moment to spare in the time that the guy cleaned up his work station, and out of the sheer fact that the girl beside him was lying down on her side facing him, he couldn’t help but chime in on the conversation he heard before.

“I really like what your tattoo is going to say. It’s a nice idea.”

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“why did you look at me when you said that?”

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Maybe it was a common misconception on his own end that he thought he made his subtle, playful jabs blatant; it wasn’t the first time passive shade went over someone’s head. In result, he can’t help but to laugh to himself--a bright smile fixated upon his face. It always seemed amusing whenever someone just didn’t get it.

“Because I was talking about you!” Alex replied, quite animatedly.

His hand shot out to the glass on his coffee table, dripping in perspiration onto the wood. As a kid, he always said he wouldn’t be the type of person to care if his guests or kids didn’t use coasters. But, you know, he was a kid. A stubborn one, at that. He didn’t like to be yelled at; he was always sensitive. It bothered him to be reprimanded and he would have always done everything in his power to try to do the opposite of what he’d gotten in trouble for.

So maybe he was a little hypocritical.

Or maybe he just grew up right. Who knows.

“Use the damn coaster! You’re going to ruin my table, punk!”