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Deformed “Mutant” Daisies Photographed near Fukushima Spark New Radiation Worries

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The difference between Joon and Junsu

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    --; Nara’s attention was focused on the words coming out of his father’s mouth, twitching her nose beneath the frame of her round glasses and adjusting the jumble of books tucked beneath her arm. She repeated the short instructions back to him and gave another nod before seeing them off - her hair pulled into a messy pony and shirt off by a button. She was nearly late getting over; classes always cut too close. But she looked forward to seeing the kids. As soon as the two left the house and Sunwoo had relieved her of her bundle, Nara smiled wide and pinched his cheek, moving past him to get to the kitchen.

    “I can get it. You missed me, right?” She pulled out a glass and tilted it under the water, glancing up and poking her tongue out.

    “How is school? Keeping your grades up?”

puppy love,

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2007

A teenage Sunwoo studies in his room - his younger sister was already put to bed; it was date night. He nearly retches in his mouth at the thought of his father wasting their limited budget to show his mother off at some expensive restaurant they couldn’t really afford.

His mother would never complain. In fact, she’s quietly entering the room he shares with his absent friend - his parents took custody of them - and pecking her son on the top of his hair. He glances up, closing the half finished math homework he’d laid out on his desk.

“Be good,” she admonishes, then she leaves, and he follows, watching idly as his father gives his “baby sitter” some last minute instructions in case his little sister woke up. The baby sitter was a college student, a fact made obvious by the heavy stack of books with images of various plants littered on them that she held with some difficulty while his father droned. Politely, he approaches and relieves her of them, flushing as he did so and setting the study material cautiously on the coffee table before his parents left.

He offers the young woman a smile, ruffling his hair in an attempt to look good - he always thought she was very pretty and his type, despite being eleven years his senior. “Should I get you something to drink, Noona?” He asks.

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He clumsily hands her a mimosa.

MIMOSA: Secret admirer

[ – Her eyes scanned the flower with a small grin, swiveling on her heel and and glancing around, then turning to face him again and waving her fingers in front of his face. ] 

I wonder who sent this. Did you see him? 

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The hero has to win every time, the villain only has to win once.”

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Which flower would your muse give to mine?

Put a flower in my inbox to show your muse's feelings for mine, anon or not:

AMARANTH: Broken-hearted

BEGONIA: Warning

CARNATION (YELLOW): Rejection

CYCLAMEN: Parting

LAVENDER: Distrust

LILY (ORANGE): Hatred

MARIGOLD: Jealousy

GERANIUM: True friendship

SUNFLOWER: Gratitude

TULIP (WHITE): Forgiveness

VIOLET: Loyalty

ZINNIA: Memories

DILL: Lust

MIMOSA: Secret admirer

PEONY: Shyness

ROSE (ORANGE): Fascination

ROSE (RED): Passionate love

SYCAMORE: Curiosity

TUBEROSE: Pleasure

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Photo of the Day: 장나라 (Jang Na Ra)

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   She shook her head, knowing he couldn’t hear her, but covering her mouth to keep from speaking too loudly. She knew the smart thing to do would be to hang up and keep quiet, but the large knock on the door made her squeal, clutching the phone close and squeezing her eyes shut.

    “I’m on the phone with the police! Don’t try anything!” She yelled - just as instructed. There was silence. Then the sound of footsteps trekking away. Nara listened, the only thing evident of noise being her erratic breath.

   Another crash sent something blunt into the door and splintered the wood. Nara grappled for the shaving razor and curled against the bathtub.

   “Jae, I need help.”

His jaw clenched at the way her voice sounded over the phone and he decided to leave the cane behind this time.  Making people think that he needed it in this instance was only going to slow him down and he was going to get there as quickly as he could.  Jaehyuk trusted himself over any means of transportation, so he decided to run to the roof of his apartment building.  Hopping from the rooftops wasn’t scary anymore, nothing scared a man who anticipated everything.  Except this, never this.  Nara was always supposed to be safe.

“If they come to you I want you to say you’re on the phone with the police.  Do you have anything sharp there?  Scissors or?” he managed to get out but breathing was getting more difficult the more he exerted himself.

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                                                                                                “You can’t tell a n y o n e.”

Kit bared his primed canines, not as sharp as they could be, not as harsh as they could be. He looked at his father then, the only other person that knew him from the inside out.

                                     “ Who’d want to listen to some foreigners tales anyway, eh? ”

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I will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin.

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if i agreed with u we’d both be wrong.

Gong Chanshik, B1A4’s trolling maknae. General, Semi-AU. Usually Literate, Mostly friendly. very cool. Please like, reblog, and/or follow.

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Summer themed starters!

Send me a symbol for a...

♫: Surprise road trip starter

☼: Beach trip starter

♨: Pool party starter

✄: Thankless summer job starter

☾: Camping trip starter

✎: Summer camp counselors starter

☀: Insanely hot day starter

☂: Summer rainstorm starter

✦: Fireworks starter

‼: Ghost stories starter

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Jang Na Ra - Woman Chosun Magazine June Issue ‘14

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Reblog with a Gif that Sums Up the Mun and Muses relationship

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    Nara’s cheeks still felt warm when Jaehyuk steered the conversation, her lips faltering into a guilty smile and eyes unmoving from the floor.

    Until an arm caught her by the waist and her fake stomach was put under the spotlight. She blinked, inhaled another small smile, and shook her head with an honestly flustered laugh.

    “What glow? I think the rain just made my skin slicker.” She murmured, one hand curling at his sleeve. It had been years since she’d slipped into an acting role. This one was beginning to engulf her.

    The old woman was still smiling, pointing at the bump and rattling on about ways to tell the sex.

     “And they say the number depends on how good he is in bed.”

    Nara choked on her spit and had to hide her face against Jaehyuk’s shoulder until the episode of laughter passed, still slipping up with rushed breath as she spoke.

    “Then I guess we’re having one.”

Jaehyuk should have really checked the weather before going out, but the only reason he was upset about forgetting an umbrella was because Nara was probably getting wet. A stranger stopped the apology that threatened to escape him. He was confused for a brief moment but then smelled the chicken that was hiding under Nara’s shirt and the comment the woman made before it quickly dawned on him. It wasn’t like he was unused to strangers approaching him and asking questions, but this was certainly… new. Jaehyuk was stunned for a few moments at the thought of being married and to Nara of all people, and he opened his mouth about to explain the entire situation but the woman next to him spoke up before he had the chance.

In a way, he was proud of her. He enjoyed teasing her and putting her in slightly uncomfortable situations most of the time but now she was dragging him along for the ride. And now Jaehyuk felt quick enough to jump in along with his part of being a future father. He wrapped his arm around Nara’s waist while his other hand rested over her stomach and he had to fight the urge to laugh at the fact that there was chicken under the shirt.

“We can’t seem to agree just yet. But I’m hoping for twins so maybe we can both win here,” his lips twitch up as he played along, kissing the side of Nara’s head. “How were you able to tell she was pregnant? Is she absolutely glowing?”