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move it move it

I got to move and get up, but the floors grasp on me is so comforting. More than anything out there

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writing

Why is is that every time I am currently occupied with something, I will suddenly get the urge to write?? Like when I am free am not needed for anything, my mind is blank and my hands freeze to come up with something.

Like I am actually co-conducting an online interview session at this exact moment and here I am. Buut i kinda know where I am getting this urge because the candidate I am interviewing is a linguistics student and she mentioned just now that she has experience in writing a lot of content and fantasy stories so it reminded me that I haven't written in months ahahahahhahah

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sleep

I DON’T WANNA SLEEEP BUT LIKE NGL I AM SLEEPY AND WILL ACTUALLY SLEEP DESPITE WRITING THIS BUT I DON’T WANT TOOOOOOOO WHY DO WE NEED SLEEP

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idk what to put as the title

I actually wanted to start a new blog post series on my blog but then I did the mistake of opening twitter, which was tbh not a bad thing in the end because it reminded me that it is choiceselcaday today. But oh well, the ruined thing is that I didn’t manage to write that blog posts as I made it a duty of mine to hype the fellow gorgeous stunning and creative choices.

It’s late already, which would answer your question to why not I just goa ahead with the post instead of writing this rant. Annd you may ask as well, what is the rush for me to sleep? That’s another habit that I have been trying to train myself lately; to sleep early and not drag the night. Having a better and healthier sleeping schedule that is. 

So yeah, I shall maybe begin that blog post series tomorrow.

Oh here is the blog in question btw. It sucks tbh. I’m pretty lame haha

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- part 2: home? - 

warnings: descriptions of injuries, not too detailed.

tags: shout out to my first-ever requested tags, @sista7-7​  @softieus​ and @marrambles​ yay! Thank you for reading and sorry for the late update TT. Hope you guys enjoy :)

disclaimers: I am not a medical professional, this is all part of my imagination and totally made-up therefore is in no way accurate. If you find any part I could improve on, do tell. I would appreciate the feedback. Other than that, enjoy! <3

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It took another week for me to finally be discharged. A week of rehabilitation and physiotherapy (which Dr. Hwang said would be continued after my discharge TT). I had lost strength in my extremities and also my sense of balance. This, I found out after almost falling down right on my face when I attempted to climb out of bed for the first time. Almost, well because thankfully, he was there. 

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- part 1: awake -

intro

My eyes feel as if they were glued shut. I try opening them slowly, but the lids feel like sandpaper against my eyeballs. My head throbbed, a numbing pain at the temples. I try to move my hand to rub at my eyes, but arms feel as heavy a log. How long have I been sleeping?

Eyes still shut, I can sense the lights are blinding. Was it from a lamp or sunlight? I don’t know, but my room was never this bright. Where am I?

My mouth is parched. Even licking my lips feels like a whole lot of effort. I try to make a sound, but only manage a croak. Help.

Why can’t I move? What happened to me?

I could feel my heart beating fast against my chest, a lump forming in my throat. The throbbing pain in my head turns from numb to sharp. Like a rod pressing against the points of my temples.

I can’t see, I can’t move. 

I hear myself whimper, trying to call for help, but my voice barely leaves my lips. Instead, I begin to cry, one tear rolls down, then another. 

I’m scared, I feel hopeless. Help.

At that moment, I feel hands gently wrap around mine. A murmur, a voice.

“Hey,” it soothes. “Hey, it’s alright, I’m here,” it says.

Whoever, I think, managing to move my fingers, trying to hold on. Grateful for a human touch. I try prying my eyes open again and this time they open a crack. My vision is blurry, like a fogged up windshield on a cold early morning. But I can make out the silhouettes in the room. A hospital? Ah yes, the accident. How bad was it?

“I’ve called the nurse,” says the voice. unexpectedly familiar. “She’ll be here in a minute.”

I stare at the the person seated next to me trying hard to focus my sight. I feel his grasp tighten a bit, a reassuring pressure on my hand. My head still hurt, but my vision was beginning to clear and I slowly began to make out the man’s features. I could see his eyes now, his nose, the shape of his mouth.

Wait a second. What?

I blinked. Once. Twice. Pressing my eyelids together just a little harder on the second one. 

What is he doing here? Why is he holding me hand? 

Confusion blurring my mind and the sharp pain stabbing at my brain, I feel myself drifting. A wave of unconsciousness, a heavy blanket covering my eyes, my body. 

And then, darkness.

13 days, precisely. 

I had been unconscious for 13 days. 

I was awake now. The pain in my head back to a dull throb, but still there. The doctor (he’d introduced himself as Dr. Hwang) and 2 nurses were standing at the foot of my bed. They’d just finished a check-up and a brief explanation as to why I was here. Now, they were looking at me, waiting for my response to what I had just been told. Jaehyun was still sitting on the chair next to the left of my bed, staring at me. I tried not to notice despite the bugging thought his unexplained presence. I was out quite a while, maybe it was his shift or something. But why him?

I stared back at the doctor and nurses, then down to my hands. 13 days, huh? I felt like I just had a really long nap. In fact, I was still feeling groggy. I need another nap.

“It’s normal to feel a little groggy,” me head snapped up at the voice of the bespectacled doctor. He had a very pleasant face; pleasant looking eyes paired with a pleasant looking smile. Probably in his early forties. “That’s just your body getting used to being awake. It might take a few hours before you’re feeling fully conscious. However, there are some important things we’d like to ask you. Will that be okay?”

I nodded.

“As I explained earlier, you experienced a traumatic brain injury from the accident. A concussion. Basically, you had hit your head pretty bad on the steering wheel which caused you to fall into a coma. May I ask you, do you remember your name?”

“Ah, yes?” I looked at him quizzically. He nodded at me to go on. “My name is Astrid….Lee.”

“Very good,” he smiled, scribbling something on his notepad. “Now, can you tell me, as much as you can, what is the last thing you remember?”

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to recall what happened. I remember driving. But where?

“Ah! I think I was driving to my friends’ house. He was celebrating his birthday.” Yes, Taeil was holding his birthday bash. The sound of the doctor scribbling floated through the air. I was on the way when…

“I think….there was, a dog. He came out of nowhe- oh no!” I gasped, looking up at the doctor. “I didn’t- I didn’t hit it did I?” I couldn’t remember what happened next. Did I stop? Did I hit it? God, oh god please don’t tell me I hit it?!

I didn’t notice I was digging my nails into my palm until Jaehyun reached out to hold them. I had forgotten he was there. 

“It’s okay,” he said. “You didn’t hit it. You…you crashed into a tree.” That look. I don’t know what it was but why was he looking at me like that? What was he doing here again? 

I slowly pulled my hand away, back onto my lap. Jaehyun looked…hurt?

“I’m sorry,” I said, turning back to the doctor. “Where are my parents? Shouldn’t they be here?” 

“Your parents are on the way, Mrs Jung,” said one of the nurses. “They were here til late night yesterday. They went home to refresh, but they’re on their way, don’t worry,” she smiled.

Oh, okay. 

Wait. What?

“What did you just say?” I must’ve hit my head really, really  bad.

“Your parents are on-”

“No, no. Before that. What did you call me? I think you got my name wrong.”

The nurse opened her mouth, then clamped it shut. Something behind her eyes snapped as she realised something. A silence passed as I felt all 4 of their stares on me. Something is off. What’s going on?

It was the doctor that broke the silence.

“Could you tell us what year it is, Mrs- Miss Lee?” He had stopped writing, holding his pen up in the air.

“2017?” Something’s definitely up. I could sense Jaehyun tensing up, his legs beginning to tap on the floor

Dr. Hwang hummed, looking back down at his notepad and continued his note taking. “And how old are you?

“Twenty-one,” I could feel the throbbing pain in my head getting sharper. I stared at the doctor. “Why are you asking me this?”

He looked back up at me, then pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat down on my right. He put his notepad down and looked at me with his pleasant eyes, although this time without the presence of his pleasant smile.

“May I call you Astrid?” He started.

“Okay,” I nodded.

“Alright, Astrid. When experiencing a traumatic brain injury like yours, it is not a surprise that certain functions of the brain may be altered. And in some cases, there is a possibility of memory loss.”

I closed my eyes as the pain in my head started pounding, increasing in persistence. I bring my hand up to my head, feeling the bandages wrapped around it. 

“But I- but- but I remember who I am. I can’t possibly have memory loss, right?”

The doctor looked at me with pity, probably being used to these questions, but still having to bear the burden of breaking the news to patients and family.

“Having memory loss does not mean you forget everything. Most things about yourself remain intact. But often, it is certain periods of time that is lost.” He clasped his hands together and continued, gesturing his head towards Jaehyun on the other side. “Do you recognise this man?”

I turn slowly to look at Jaehyun. His eyes, I knew what they meant this time. It was a look I had felt so many times before. It was despair, and hope.

“Yes,” I breathed, eyes still locked onto Jaehyun. Him, frozen as well.

“And who is he?” the doctor continued.

“Jaehyun. A…..friend,” But, could you call someone you’ve known for so long but at the same time despise, a friend? At that point, Jaehyun tore his gaze away, his eyes instead trailed down to his shaking legs.

“Astrid,” the doctor called my attention back to his. “We are now in the year 2021. And Jaehyun here is, your husband.” 

I scoffed. What silly joke is this? Him? My husband?

I hated him, and he hated me. This isn’t possible.

The pain in my head was crossing the threshold to unbearable. The doctor continued talking, but all sound was being drowned out.

4 years.

I had been unconscious for 13 days. But I lost 4 years.

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I love thisss.  Your description of him suits him really well and I feel like I could actually see it. Uwu can’t wait for the otherss

Hufflepuff Taeyong

He’s a sweetheart. You met him for the first time on the Hogwarts express, both of you wide-eyed and anxious about your first day at the school of witchcraft and wizardry. Though it was all the more new for him as he only found out about it a couple months ago when a Hogwarts staff member came knocking at his door. He immediately stood out, not just because he was muggle-born, but because he was so…out of this world. With all the weird (as in not familiar in the wizarding world, of course) contraptions, language and clothing he brought with him into Hogwarts, he was subjected to teases and taunts at first. But Taeyong just never really payed mind to all that. Not that he was aloof, he was just very sure of himself. And because he always dismissed those taunts, he became one that was admired instead of outcasted. He made even the most lamest things- like bringing a toad (which was magical and he had befriended just before coming to Hogwarts) as a pet- fascinating and cool. Only he could pull that off. He’s often found staring into space, but if you knew him well enough, you’d know his mind is never empty, always thinking, always creating. Being friends with Taeyong meant sneaking out to the forest on early mornings and being introduced to new songs or tunes he’s created. He was quiet, yes, but he was also as fierce as he was passionate. His attention to detail and his never-ending determination landed him a spot as the Seeker on Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team. He was a friend you could rely on, loyal and comforting and always giving the best advice. He was a good listener too and he made everyone, especially the new kids feel warm and welcome. You couldn’t dislike Taeyong, even those who claimed to had a certain admiration for him, even if they didn’t want to admit it. 

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Ravenclaw Doyoung

Let’s face it, Doyoung screams Ravenclaw. And he’d totally be that head boy who loves nagging at the first-years, especially certain Slytherins. He’d be spitting facts everyday, would most probably excel in Transfigurations and find every reason to drop Divinition. You either love him to bits, or you’re the leader of the Doyoung Anti-fan Club. But when you’re stuck on a certain subject, trust me, Doyoung will be the first one you’d run to (even the teachers recommend him).

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- Ethereal -

The afternoon sunlight streaming in through the glass windows illuminated the hall in a beautiful glow. Everything was beautiful. From the string of pearls hanging from the ceiling to the beige fabric adorning the dinner tables. The atmosphere itself felt beautiful. Everyone you knew was here to commemorate this special day. Your heart swelled at the thought of how much warmth and love emanated in the small wedding hall. You knew you were probably getting too emotional, but you couldn’t help it. 

You were sitting down at one of the tables, a glass in your hand, taking small sips as you took in your surroundings. Your eyes stopped on Jeahyun,who was on the other side of the hall, talking animatedly to some of his friends, who were also your friends. His face was aglow. With his hair slicked back neatly and the light playing on his skin, he looked ethereal. Even after all those years of knowing him, he still managed to take your breath away. You didn’t realize you were staring until he turned and met your gaze. He gave you a small smile and nodded slightly in your direction. Smiling back in response, you wondered how you ended up here, on this beautiful day.

Was it in elementary school, or before that? You couldn’t remember when you first met him. It felt like forever. He was always by your side, and you by his. You spent your childhood years running in playgrounds and fighting over who found the best stick in each other’s backyards. You’ve spent nights in tents, staring up at the starlit sky, sharing your dreams and ambitions with each other. You were there for each other, through all the highs of getting into college, graduating and pursuing your dreams, to the lows of heartbreaks and the painful realities of growing up. You always knew that he was the one you wanted to spend your entire life with.

Jaehyun patted his friend on the shoulder, and made his way towards you. Maybe it was the too many drinks that you’ve had in the past hour, or maybe it was just the whole situation that made your heart skip a beat with every step he took.

‘Hey,’ he smiled down at you. 

Or maybe it was the fact, that it was only you who thought that. 

‘Hey,’ you smiled back, hoping that the make-up you had on would hide the redness that was creeping up on your cheeks. You stood up to meet him.

‘Thank you, for being here,’ he said.

‘Of course I’d be here,’ you smiled, as brightly as you could, as sincerely as your heart would let you. ‘How could I miss my best friend’s wedding?’

His eyes glistened looking at you, a thousand memories playing in his head. He couldn’t be thankful enough to be granted a friend like you. You always supported him, no matter what. When he announced his marriage, you were his number one supporter, even when his mom was initially against it. You always encouraged him to chase what made him happy. 

‘Don’t cry,’ you exclaimed, jokingly slapping him on the shoulder. ‘It’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life!’ You smiled up at him reassuringly, but more to stop yourself form breaking down. Knowing Jaehyun, although not often, he could get quite emotional sometimes.

‘I don’t know I just-’ he paused, then after a brief second pulled you into a hug. ‘I’m just so grateful to have a friend like you. Thank you, ____. For everything,’ he whispered.

You hugged him back, knowing that this might just be the last. You hoped he didn’t notice you holding your breath, choking back tears that were daring to fall out.

‘You’re a great friend too,’ you said, softly breaking away from the embrace. ‘And you’re gonna be a great husband as well.’ He was wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. You patted him on the shoulder, stopping yourself from kissing him softly on the cheek. That right was no longer yours. He belonged to someone else now. And as much as you’ve comforted him in the past, as much as you’ve held him in your arms, as much as you wanted to do so right now, you had to accept the fact that he had another to comfort him, to hold him, to cherish him. 

To love him. Hopefully as much as you did, maybe even more.

Your friends might say you’re stupid. That you should’ve held on. That you should’ve just been honest with how you felt. But you saw how happy he was. You saw the light in his eyes. And you loved him too much to take that away.

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Now how do I arrange the gifs or pics in the way I want, or like side by side. Huwaaa I'm a tumblr fetus I know nothing🤧

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This fine man right here is so so beautiful. I refuse to believe that he is real. I wish I could meet him one day. Maybe only then I would believe that he is real. I'd probably punch myself too as a safety measure, just to make sure I ain't dreaming 😂

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PREACH

Honestly, if you don’t already stan, what are you doing? 

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HAPPY KINO DAYYYY❤️ #VioletPrinceKinoDay #봄눈가튼_기노의_생일을_축하해

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happy birthday, kino!! there aren’t enough words to describe how incredible and kind and beautiful your soul is. you have the warmest heart and you’re not afraid to show it to the world, whether it’s through your gentle words or heartfelt music. thank you for bringing universe so much light - we love you so much 💕 (x)

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I suck. Big time.

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HE IS AN ANGEL 😭

I think in every aspect hui is a professional, dedicated and undeniably talented musical artist but whenever I see him I’m just like……… babie……. he does some of the silliest most adorable things that normal people just CANNOT in all good conscious do if it was intentional. he makes funny noises and holds his spoon funnily and shove food into his mouth like a kid. laughs at stupid shid, pretends to be a crow, whines about the pettiest things, sits on everybody’s lap, holds everybody’s hand, doesn’t give hongseok lines but asks to eat his food. all that is just something hui does regularly with his members. even when he acts like such a brat, he loves pentagon and never stops working for their success. he never forgets to mention his group when he goes on programs alone, and he straight up CRIES whenever he has to talk about them in a serious way. I think hui is the perfect mix of being a very caring and sweet person that is also very cautious of his artist image. I don’t think any part of hui that is loud or weird or crazy is ever lost, even when he is more quiet and reserved during his solo programs. all pentagon members will rat on hui for sum stupid shid, but they all agree that without hui there would be no pentagon. 

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BOOTIFULLLLLL MADE MY DAY 💓

universe challenge - day 22: kino + color palette

↳ purple