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this upcoming week, i have to work 6 days and prepare for two ( 2 ) midterms. activity will be ridiculously slow, if not nonexistent, until the weekend, probably. i’m sorry it’s gotta be like this as well as for the radio silence this past week!! :/

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this upcoming week, i have to work 6 days and prepare for two ( 2 ) midterms. activity will be ridiculously slow, if not nonexistent, until the weekend, probably. i’m sorry it’s gotta be like this as well as for the radio silence this past week!! :/

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           ❝——The most AROUSING part of sex is taking off my...             glasses and putting them in a safe place. Smudges, begone!❞

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Does love exist

Dubiety chances an eyebrow upward, though the rest of his visage remains ( relatively ) u n f a z e d.

❝What is LOVE—?❞ Seven chimes, signature grin seizing his lips. He then draws a hand upward, fingers snapping along to a makeshift rhythm. ❝—Baby, don’t hurt me!❞Cue the ( forced ) chuckle trilling his lips as he lowers hisarm, effectively putting his t h e a t r i c s on pause.

❝But all joking aside, yeah! Of course love exists!❞ Just notfor someone like him. His smile tightens. ❝Your favorite prime-time K-Drama’s gotta be good for s o m e t h i n g, right?❞

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            ❝——Does crying into a MUG and gulping down             your own tears count as staying hydrated?❞

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707 has entered the chatroom  .

[ 707 ] Well well well, look who decided to drop by~~~

[ 707 ] But soft!

[ 707 ] What g a y through yonder window breaks!

[ 707 ] It is the east...

[ 707 ] ...And Jumin Han is the sun.

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mr seven oh seven you lead such a lonely life but what would you do if you met someone who adored you and do anything for you for as long as they lived?

Taking that prospect into d e e p consideration would prove beyond unavailing, never mind that he was forged from fire ( that hardly amounted to much when his heart was paper thin ). Though the hacker OUTWARDLY relished in his penchant for independence, deep inside, he wished that she didn’t have to face his many trials alone ( that same penchant was taking its dreadful toll, for there was no value in preservation, control, any semblance of ‘ freedom’ if they could not be shared or appreciated with somebody else ).

But alas, who could capture the light of a man whose fate was darker than the night? Who could w i t h s t a n d the force of storms that washis inhibition, that was his fragility, that was himself? Who could hold hands stained with blood too crimson—too IMPURE—to be cleansed?

Who could dare love somebody like him?

He didn’t seek out a knight in shining armor; he didn’t desire to be saved—to be protected; he didn’t expect the ideal fairytale ending, yet was covetingcompanionship truly too much to ask for ( his paper heart but crumples in response )?

His golden gaze casts itself skyward, as if imploring God for something else—something more than soda and chips at 4 in the morning, something more than the weary circles framing his eyes. 

His plea is met with s i l e n c e—one that is soon punctured with an ironic laugh.

              ❝ —I would PITY them.❞

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imma be real with u i planned on quitting this blog halfway through since that’s what i usually do on these blogs alskdjfal;ksjdf BUT DAMN HERE I AM , STILL HERE … somehow . i love you all so much !!! i have a few words to say , but just know that i appreciate every single one of you !! so lo and behold , we have noqueens’ third (?) follow forever for 300+!

my babies !

@bravewitch / @wlldyouths​ ! there’s not much to say but despite me roasting u and u roasting me and me roasting cyrus , ur one of my best friends as well as my sister , and i had so much fun at isu w/u . we need to have another jam session at 3 am tho and dad ruined it :triumph: but !!!!!!!!! i can’t wait for spring break and summer so we can hang out and cry . lmk if u need anything dabs

@crownery / @godbidden ! h-hewwo? hEWWO??? hi june i love u so much even if we dont talk as much nymore because im always busy als;kdjfas;ldkf but as you know i will always love u and mika and allen and mostly you but those two aRE UP THERE TOO . smooches ur cheek u r my Angle !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@siimul ! winks at you a million times U KNOW I LOVE U , u already know how it is . ur probably already tired of me tagging u in ship stuFF BUT IT IS ENDLESS !!!! IT KNOWS NO BOUNDS !!!!!!!! i love u so much and i love that i can always come to u about the dumbest shit nd honestly ??? im love u <3 have a good day today !

@deathlcved ! baeMIEEEEEEEEEEEE i love you so much we all know this . i would die for one (1) person and thats U and honestly i lvoe u so much . ur so sweet and kind and i always love seeing you on my activity because rubs ur cheeks against mine i lvoe u that much !!! i hope u nd ur boo r doin amazingly bc u two r so cute on sc !!!!!!!!!!!!

@faithcorrupted ! YOU GORGEOUS GODDESS !!! U !!!!! I LVOE YOU SO MCUH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! your writing is gorgeous and so are u !!! i love threadding with you even when we take a kajillion years per reply lakjsdfl;akjsdf why are we like this but ANYWAYS just know that i love u v v much and i would Die for u smooches u 

@equiivocate ! our …. gay … babies ……………… i would die for them and i would die for you i always love seeing you on my dash nd on my activity nd al;sdjkal;ksjdf you’re super easy to talk to tbh !!!!! im v happy i met u :)

to my writing partners who somehow put up with me !

@markovportrait ; @fortunefucked ; @box-of-muses ; @infinitemcses ; @lionslight ; @yvrisato ; @conseille ; @godscourt ; @geometragic ; @jupiterising ; @knifcblind ; @kinglycharm ; @mangacounts ; @pseudogaiety ; @reapsdeath ; @scorchedcode ; @toestalucia ; @veiliisms ; @zensuality ; @staroppa ; @anxiisms ; @luckvoid ; @citrusgyaru ; @mintsaviour  !!!!!!!!!!! thank you for everything nd writing with me 

those i don’t talk to much but i still love seeing on my dash ( your writing is beautiful ) !

@ancestryfated ; @aerialhorizons ; @bakuyum ; @codadamaged ; @circumspects ; @coldkissed ; @detectivewxlf ; @doriimu ; @enviisiicn ; @hazuukashi ; @idoloccult ; @jumxn ; @lenscaught ; @lovsickening ; @privatulo ; @personifiedchaosx ; @reginae-noctis ; @sweetroulette ; @truecoded ; @unrealization ; @zensuality ; @cfspice !! keep up the good work lovebugs !

and a special thanks to you (yes you) for getting through all this cheese ! and here’s to MORE memories this upcoming year !!!

                                                                     ♡ with love ,                                                                                                           gigi 

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❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞

COWBOY BEBOP SENTENCES.          |          ( accepting! )    ↳ @faithcorrupted

                                   VANDERWOOD HAD BEEN PACING THE       space   behind   the   hacker   for   nearly   ten   minutes   before   the   fast-approaching,    and   fully   armed,    silhouettes   on   the   security   screens   appeared,    and   he   immediately   turned   tail   to   the   door,    pulling   out   his   favorite   gun   from   it's   hiding   place,    swiftly   attaching   the   cylinder   silencer   to   the   muzzle   on   his   way.    his   job   here   on   this   mission   is   to   protect   the   information   as   and   after   it's   collected,    and   by   extension,    agent 707.    the   risks   were   more   prominent   on   this   job   than   usual,    forcing   him   more   on   edge.

                   ❛      focus   on   your   own   task,    zero seven.      ❜      he   spat,    voice   cold   and   distant   as   it   should   be.

                                                     he   faltered,    the   strict   agent   side   in   him   wanting   to   CURSE   himself   for   it,    and   tilted   his   head   back   to   catch   the   confused   seven's   gaze.    useless   emotions   were   forbidden   in   this   agency,    but   he   couldn't   help   but   care   about   the   well-being   of   the   man   in   front   of   him.    seven   is   definitely   the   best   of   the   best   agents,    a   well-oiled   MACHINE   for   the   company   to   use   as   they   please,    but   as   a   human   being?    he's   a   complete   disaster.    what   would   he   do   without   him   around?    he   could   see   it   now,    working   himself   to   the   bone,    dark   circles   staining   the   underside   of   his   eyes   from   never   getting   enough   sleep,    his   place   a   total   wreck   of   the   mess   he   refuses   to   clean,    his   belly   full   of   nothing   but   chips   and   soda,    a   proper   meal   never   even   have   touched   his   lips.    being   so   unhealthy,    in   mind   and   body,    would   affect   his   performance   with   the   agency   and   they   could   have   him   k- —-!!!

           ah…    stupid.    now   isn't   the   time   to   think   like   this,    so   emotionally.    do   your   job,    agent.

                  ❛      hey…      ❜      the   familiar   click   of   his   gun   sounded   through   the   room,    his   eyes   twitching   to   and   from   the   exit   as   if   he   was   having   trouble   deciding   if   his   next   words   were   worth   speaking   aloud   or   if   he   should   just   bolt   without   another   word.

                                                            if   i   don’t   make   it   back   in   time…

                    a   shallow   breath   fell   past   parted   lips,    eyes   suddenly   cold   as   he   turned   away   and   took   a   step   out   the   door,    speaking   in   a   clipped   tone,      ❛      you   know   the   drill   by   now.    pick   up   the   pace.   get   the   information   and   go.    with   or   without   me.      ❜      

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❝—Code Red. We have a Code Red, V!❞ Seven is barking into his phone at a volume all too INAPPROPRIATE considering the muted atmosphere— what was supposed to be a peaceful late night opportune for slumber; he’s home alone. His computers are shut down. The digital clock on his nightstand bleeds ‘ 3:25 am in an unsightly red font. Still, he’s a wreck, pacing his room in a flourish. ❝God! It’s a war zone, I’m telling you!❞ Distinct crunch noises emit from his hasty footfalls. ❝I spilled half a box of Honey Buddha Chips all over the place! Vanderwood just got finished with carpet duty, too—❞ By this point, panicked guilt has effectively tinged the hacker’s pseudo cheerful tone. He continues pacing.

❝—You know the agency’s put me through hell and back, but...I was never conditioned into handling this kind of emotional stress.❞ His free hand flies up in exasperation. ❝This is a whole new b a l l p a r k! X Games mode, if you will!❞

» @lenscaught.

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[ sms: idiot ] saeyoung. i thought i told you to go the fuck to sleep. do i have to send the video again?

[ SMS: Honey (BRUH)ddha🍯 ] No wayyyyyy~~!! Uncle! Mercy rule! M e r c y   r u l e ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ![ SMS: Honey (BRUH)ddha🍯 ] Seriously though. Don’t even think about it. That video’s not even funny;;;;[ SMS: Honey (BRUH)ddha🍯 ] Shame that I had to suck up all the humor genes in the womb……

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» headcanon  /  ' evidence of my existence ‘.

**NOTE: The following content is not as ‘ deep ‘ as the title may suggest. If anything, it’s actually pretty repulsive, but...I can’t write prim / angsty content all the time, right? Anyway, tread carefully.

As many of you are aware, Seven is a homebody and usually leaves his house out of necessity ( e.g. grocery shopping, undertaking agency missions ). The only other times he goes out for ‘ leisurely purposes ‘ is to visit his friends, and for the most part, it’s chill; he leads a lonely life and doesn’t have much time to spare outside of his work, so of course he’ll make the most out of it...

...But not always in the best way, conventionally speaking.

Seven’s antics follow him everywhere he goes, and quality time spent with his loved ones are no exception to this principle...which brings us to this unsightly ‘ tradition ‘ of his when visiting a friend’s house for the first time.

Thanks to his tiny bladder and ungodly soda-consuming habits, Seven will wind up having to use the bathroom at some point or another...but as the order goes #2 comes after #1. During this process, he’ll  send a selfie / snapchat of himself peacing tf out to the host, accommodated by a caption along the lines of ‘ Just marked my territory^^💩💩 Consider this scorched earth. ‘ or ‘ This is GOD SEVEN’s wasteland now^^ ☣ ⚠WARNING ⚠ ☣ INHALATION OF TOXIC FUMES MAY BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. CONSULT YOUR HALF-EMPTY CAN OF FEBREZE IMMEDIATELY. ‘ 

How does the host react? Usually with disgust...who can blame them?

No, this isn’t supposed to be thought-provoking. Yes, he does this because he’s a Little Shit. Yes, he saves all the pictures himself and has a special album dedicated to them on one of his phones. And yes, if he feels that the host would be extremely offended / upset by this gesture, he’ll go out of his way to apologize afterward.

For example, he’d probably send Jaehee a year’s worth of Febreze, along with a cute Hallmark card...in the card, he’d write: ‘ I hope your bathroom’s doing swell in my absence. Sorry for taking a dump on your mood. ‘

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             ❝——Executing Pinterest search: DIY lobotomy on a budget.❞

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» JUMIN.

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                      He has a mind to just shut the door to Seven; how the guards let him get here is beyond  the executive director. But, Jumin will deal with them later. For now there seems to be a more PRESSING issue. “If you are here for Elizabeth the third, leave immediately. If you touch her, I will come and key one of your little bore-rraris.” Face is deadpan, &  he is hoping the visit is about something other than Luciel petting (  abusing )  his princess.

❝Actually—❞ is the hacker’s initial transition, accompanied by an oddly FORCED chuckle. ❝—That isn’t why I’m here. Your princess shall live to see daylight once more! Woot woot!❞ He manages a fist pump in commemoration of such, though the gesture is just as r o b o t i c as his laughter had been.

Clearing his throat, he then humbles his gaze, beholding the suddenly ‘ intriguing ‘ floor pattern instead of the stoic figure who stood before him. Asking for help had NEVER been Seven’s strong suit...but what other choice did he have in this case?

He needed answers.

❝I just wanted to know if you’ve been in contact with V recently,❞ he clarifies, anxiously fiddling with the drawstrings of his jacket. ❝There’s a crucial matter I have to d i s c u s s with him, but...he hasn’t been picking up any of my calls.❞

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saeran blinked a few times, before being unable to stifle a snicker of laughter. saeyoung wasn't too good at hiding it, really: he was going to feel protective. saeran offered his brother a smirk - one that would mirror one of seven's own - before parting lips to speak. "so, taking out hypotheticals, you'd moreso be protective and feel like you'd have to protect me. i can read you like a book, saeyoung. but. ah. he did ask me out." a pause. "... i kind of said yeah."

❝—Like a book, huh?❞ he prompts, lips jutting into a pout. ❝Am I a good book,at least? Or is my plot line of the John Green variety?❞ Though as much ashe jests, Saeyoung can’t help the n e r v o u s patter of his heart nor the sweatthat now gleaned his hands. So to better collect his thoughts, he rises from hischair and takes to pacing the room, arms rested against his chest and headbowed low in c o n t e m p l a t i o n. The tables were turning and turning fast;this exchange was quite unlike their usual banter. Since when had Saeran grownso coy…and him? An anxious, stuttering, unrehearsed mess of dialogue?

As if that would prepare him for the REVELATION to come…

Who knew the word ‘ yeah ‘ could suddenly bear so much weight?

❝…You did?❞His pacing effectively halted, it’s difficult for Saeyoung to regain his bearings, let alone turn his head to look his brother in the eye…and his feelingson the matter were just as NUMB. He couldn’t conjure the anger he’d envisioned himself having, nor the d i s a p p r o v a l that was expected of older brothers—merely emptiness ( there was no reason to respond so brashly…right? ).

A few more moments of silence consume the pair before the hacker’s FINALLY able to reunite with his senses. Without any further hesitation, he draws nearer to the other,assuming a seat right beside him. ❝I mean, that’s great and all—❞ is how he amends his a s t o n i s h m e n t. Eyes flutter closed for a moment as he debates how to expand on his sentiments. ❝—And don’t get me wrong! if you’re happy, then so am I!❞ Another pause.Saeyoung reaches backward to rub the back of his neck. ❝This just feels really sudden, y’know? I never would’ve thought...how did the two of you manage to hit it off, anyway?❞

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sends a pizza guy to seven's place ( with pizza, but also a load of side-salad )

After eight grueling hours of n o n s t o p clacking, frustrated banter between his gate and an UNFORESEEN visitor is what ultimatelypries the hacker away from his work and out of his computer chair.Though amidst his confused grumbling, he can’t help but feel thankfulfor the distraction. Any more coding would have fried his brain for good.

A pizza delivery boy is the last person he’d expected to see at his door,face brazen and brows furrowed—a just reaction after his rendezvous with the bunker security system. Seven winces, proceeding with an a w k w a r d chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck. ❝I’m so sorry about that,❞ he offers remorsefully, flinching as two boxes are suddenlythrust into his arms. As the order’s contents are ( stressfully ) recited—alarge Hawaiian pizza and accommodating side salad—the hacker feelsinclined to protest. Last he checked, Pizza Hill had been a fever dream.

He wouldn’t...

...Wait, what?

Billed to Ryu Hyun..?

Wordlessly, Seven fishes for his wallet and ushers the delivery boy awaywith a tip of 7,000 Won. Coinciding feelings of hunger and guilt thenpropel him to the kitchen, where he leaves both boxes on the counter top,unopened and uneaten. How...unexpected, yet how kind, of Zen to orderthis. Had he known Seven was to be more preoccupied than usual? The veryleast he could do was ring him up, so they could chow down TOGETHER, right?

His stomach grumbles in d i s s e n t.

A sigh catches in Seven’s throat as he props both boxes open, one handdrawing toward a pizza slice and the other scrounging around for a fork...

...After his impromptu dinner, he would find a way to make it up to Zen.

How much were tickets to that upcoming musical again?