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𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑  ♡  theme three from jungjnsoul.

hi again !  i’m back with another theme, but this one’s pretty minimal. this one’s for you, ‘nonnie. december’s key feature is the three imessage-like bubbles above the description –– if you visit the preview, i’ve even included instructions on how to customize them (as well as other features) a little further in the html. i know this one is really simple, but i plan to release at least 2 more non-contained themes in the near future.

guidelines:        please don’t redistribute, just link back to this post. don’t move credit. although it comes from one, this is not a base code, so do not repost or claim as your own.

features: 

styled bold, italic, and headers (1-4)

imessage chat posts

stylized quote posts

500px points

non-contained posts

sidebar icon (70x70)

credits:        base code by limesthemes. imessage chat posts by animalities.

PREVIEW  +  CODE    /    ko-fi.

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muse page 02  ♡   ——   prime time  !     (   view  /  install   )

i was supposed to post this along with the last theme,  but it took me a little longer to get it organized and insert the instructions in the code.   this is a pretty loaded muse page,  with room for  a lot  of information.   if you’re into something simpler,  this probably isn’t the muse page for you.   you’ll need a decent knowledge of html  &  css if you’re going to go real into changing up the tabs,  just fyi !

features…

three page links

three tabs to sort muses

pop up bios for each muse

four tabs in each pop up:  

overview,  including navigation,  basic info,  and connections

statistics

history

verses

image dimensions:

muse icon:   110x180

pop up image:   300x470

connection image:   400x120

credits…

honeybee icons

pop ups script

tabs script

fonts:   roboto,  roboto condensed,  saturday nights,   vintage avalanche

guidelines…

edit / customize to your heart’s content !

don’t remove the credit.

find a bug ?   send me a message so i can fix it.

i’ll provide customization help to an extent,  so feel free to ask if you’re confused on anything and i’ll see what i can do !

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comfort.

‘are you okay hanna?’ jamie asks, with snickers that she can’t keep in from across the table. “no.” and as she says it, hanna’s feels another itch at her skin, causing her head to fall promptly back on the desk.

[ the soulmate au where once you meet your soulmate, it’s physically uncomfortable to be apart from them for too long. ft. minna @rosaeau​ ]

Afficher davantage

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stressed bab

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“You’re too tall. It frightens me” ( from jihoon to lyla 😏 )

random sentence starters - @rosaeau​ [ accepting ! ]

Now Lyla wasn’t plastered or anything of the sort, but she did have enough alcohol in her system to deem leaping from one table to another in what she called, “Hotel-Life Obstacle Course”, a very amusing idea. And of course, she had to to put Jihoon to work. Who else would she rope into her shenanigans other than the one person around her who had an honestly ridiculous amount of patience to deal with her and everything that she was?

Jihoon’s role was to time her and film her. She had to send receipts to Jude and Ara of every wild thing she did whenever her very own mind induced an immediate dose of strong distraction. Now jumping on furniture really didn’t qualify to be placed on the wildness scale, if it were to exist. It was more pure and simple, and just plain silly, than anything else. But still, Jude and Ara had to be in the know of her daily life.

The rules were simple, if she successfully made it through the course of rearranged furniture with no accidents, she could take a drink, or eat more chocolate. “This is nothing, you know! I was a cheerleader in high school! A bit at CalTech too, but that didn’t last.” She said between laughs, failing to elaborate that the reason her cheerleading journey at CalTech was cut short was due to the assault she underwent on campus, and not because she didn’t have the skill. 

“I used to do all kinds of tricks! And I’m very very flexible, see?” She demonstrated her perfect split, followed by dipping backwards all the way down till her hands clasped her ankles. “This is nothing!” She explained between giggles as she cranked up the music for the supposed hype.

A couple of rounds later, and after complicating the course even more, she was beginning to stumble. She did choose the wine over the chocolate as her reward almost every time, so it made sense.

After falling off yet another table for the who knows what time, and whining about how her banged up knees were hurting, and yet she was once again back up on the table, Jihoon put her phone down.

“Okay, that’s enough for tonight. You’re too tall, it’s frightening me.” Jihoon said, both arms held up for Lyla to help her down.

“Too tall?” Lyla frowned, but still leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck for him to pick her off the table and put her onto the floor, (rather than just use his arms for support and come down herself). But at least she didn’t protest stopping for the night. That was thing with her. Sometimes, though subconsciously, she simply wanted for someone to tell her to stop.

“Too tall?” For some reason though, his words did not sit well with her, “I’ll have you know, mister, that I am tiny.” She placed a hand on her head, then pointed to him, as if to put an emphasis on their height difference. “I am tiny! And I love it! And you know why?” Before she could even give him a second to respond, she’d stepped closer, “because I can do this!” She exclaimed as she yanked him down by the collar, so much so her lips nearly touched his. 

There was a pause of surprise, evident on both of their faces, then Lyla quickly let go of Jihoon. “I’m not supposed to do this…” she muttered, looking a little dazed as her eyes lingered a bit more on his lips. “I am not supposed to do this…” she repeated under her breath as if trying to convince herself that she shouldn’t be doing this even if she wanted to. Then she turned around and immediately went for the last bit of liquid in her wine glass.

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‘ one grows used to things , even if , sometimes one shouldn’t . ’ ( for eric / from hyomi )

☂️ tua sentence starters ¦  ( accepting ) 

                   eric is glued to the wrapped arm of the sofa where he finds a warmth that he has grown quite attached to. he had invited her into his home, offering hospitality with the kindest of intentions. the stirring child in asleep in her arms after minutes of her cradling him to sleep. eric feels out of place ; he should spare them some privacy. after all, he was the one who insisted on spending the day out, all in a selfish desire for his ‘ something new ‘.

he wasn’t used to or trained to be around children. the challenge came in the form of iseul, who seemed to take a liking to him. for once, receiving the sense of approval from someone ( someone as guiltless and innocent as the small child ) made him feel alive.

“ i’ll be out of your hair in a few moments, ” hyomi insists, accepting his invitation with a trust that is evident in her courtesy. “ take as long as you need, ” he offers in return, opening his home to the exhausted mother for as long as she needed.  

some fifteen minutes later, iseul is asleep in hyomi’s lap, where she’s sat on the sofa chair across from eric, who hasn’t moved an inch from where he was stuck on the sofa. it’s irrational as he fears even the slightest sound may wake up the sleeping boy, and eric does not want to rob him of that peace. he watches in wonder.

“ how do you do it ? live for two people ? ” mothers are powerful beings. eric struggles with managing his own life, let alone having to look after an infant. he had lowballed the whispered question with the forethought that he would receive a response that’s promising.

                 “ one grows used to things, even if, sometimes one shouldn’t . ”

clearer words haven’t resonated with eric’s overcast mind. he has always struggled with change ; and it was especially difficult because he craved nothing more than change. every waking moment is a wasted breath if it’s nothing more than feeling stuck in quicksand. helpless and hopeless, he welcomes change. despite being unable to catch up with the unexpected and struggling to accommodate himself to fluctuations, newfound change encourages him to experience.

first it was the cat. and then he discovered something else; the desire to travel in search of a thrill that came with discovery became his go-to form of therapy. he still finds himself traveling in a quest for a clearer mind and some perception, to count and list his blessings. it’s a temporary fix at its best, and a weighty admonition to his sense of failure, at its worst.

hyomi’s words are crystal clear and he understands the objective they burden. with each passing day, he finds himself spiralling only because it’s the easier thing to do. grasping at straws takes a lot more effort than sitting by idly and watching the walls holding him together crumble beside him. — growing used to things he shouldn’t be. 

maybe it’s all a part of the human experience. 

maybe it gets better once you’re past getting used to it, as he can see before him. 

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Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961) dir. Blake Edwards

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«Trust me, I know it looks like I’m doing whatever.. but I know what I’m doing» – Tiffany Young for Vogue

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2bin.

rapper beenzino discharges from military service and is met with a tearful reunion with longtime girlfriend yubin, ex-member of jyp’s statement group the wonder girls. ( @rosaeau )

full story below!

“you said you wouldn’t cry.” ‘i’m not. i didn’t. shouldn’t you be spoiling me now?’ “shouldn’t you be spoiling me?” ‘i’m the distressed girlfriend here.’

the same girlfriend whose arms having left his waist, and butt hasn’t left his lap. but he’s not complaining, in fact he’s cheesing a little too much. he has been since he walked out those doors and met his family, friends and yubin who definitely had a few tears glimmering through. but that’s not the point. the point is that he’s back and she’s here and sungbin wouldn’t have it any other way. couldn’t dream of it.

“you missed me.” ‘i missed access to your clothes.’ “you can wear them without me.” ‘not the point.’

he makes no point in asking her exactly what the point is. he knows, he gets it. gets that sometimes she��ll complain about how his hoodie smells like sweat after a show but she’ll wear it the entire time he’s off on tour. knows how yubin likes the be upfront on everything but the things that he has no trouble saying. that’s why they work so well together. that’s why he can’t quite get his hands off her either now that he’s home. she fits, slips right into arms as she’s done all those nights all they had was the television to keep them awake. movie nights that turned into sleepover with neither complaining when they woke up curled around one another.

neither complaining when time and duties seemed to have other plans for their relationship.

they adapted.

which is why they’re here now. with yubin dabbing at her face and sungbin pressing kisses anywhere she’ll let him. with his colleague driving and his mother promising a feast when they get back. with the voices of the people dearest to him in his ears from the front and the back of the van and the feeling of the person most dear in his arms again.

the feeling of thinking - knowing that he wants it this way not just for a while. not to get the initial solitude off of him. but forever. 

‘sungbin-ah, let’s hope you can still hold your own.’ ‘we’ve got to steal him before yubin hides him for a year.’ one kiss for the glare she gives them. “yeah yeah you’re on.” another for the one she gives him. a smile for the attempt she makes to wiggle from his hold but ultimately staying still. ‘terrible.’

a couple closed kisses to the side of her head, to the hand that’s still holding his jacket tight, like he might go away again. he kisses that a few times, and kisses one part in particular.

“love you too.”

yeah, forever sounds good.

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perhaps yeona had been foolish to think that she’d endured his absence very well. ( @tuwam )

she hadn’t been foolish enough to think she’d trumped everyone else in believing her own lies. or that the way she was so immersed in everybody else’s business, professional and personal and completely avoiding her own apartment for consecutive nights was just normal behavior. 

she was a strange one to start with.

in the way she loved, cared, cherished. but everyone knew, yeona loved her apartment. she adored it. she’d grown an even more fervent adoration for it when soohyuk came to be a part of it. a part that lingered, that made it grow warmer, fonder. of course every corner of this place held traces of him. 

as if he’d held them in his fingers and folded the whole package around her neatly. he hadn’t wrapped her up in a bubble, no he’d gently tied her up in a bow of the lovely blankets that served as her little world apart from all the others. 

then he’d made her promise to keep it all neat as he’d made it, arranged it, to keep her safe. he’d made her promise, not with words, but with the gentle coaxing of her own fingers to hold the tips of this blanket from within the cocoon it’d built itself to be. 

not with any sound, just with a kiss on her forehead as a goodbye.  not a goodbye forever, but a goodbye take care of yourself for me. 

it was that promise, that rang clear against the confinement of her beloved apartment. this place, where memories were held. everywhere she went. even in the safety of her bathroom. the bathtub, the shower stall. the kitchen, that counter top. much different from his, but reminding her of the morning she’d felt her fate more sealed than usual. 

the point was, it’d been evident that yeona was avoiding her apartment. running left and right as she had been, not wanting to find shelter. just simply wandering, as if there had been no purpose. in a sense, there wasn’t. when someone was missing so avidly from your life, was there ever a way to go on without feeling like there was no sense of belonging? yeona was figuring that out.

it could be, how close from being released he was. it could also be, that this had been the longest she’d gone without any news. understandable. maybe he just didn’t want to risk it so close to discharge, maybe it was just time had consumed them then stilled them in this loop. 

mornings, evenings and nights, rounding up slowly.

so many reasons, so many possibilities and no way of knowing. the uncertainty had kept her up at night when she was forced to go back home. walking in this empty place, shuffling. then she’d remembered--that key he’d given her for moments like this. god right, she’d remembered it and quickly fumbled to find it, calling herself all kind of names--mainly just you’re an idiot.

before being at his door, in his kitchen, in his living room. still feeling a bit sparse, but in his comfort, she’d been more relaxed she’d fallen asleep the first night.

the second night, she’d sat in his living room--popcorn stained fingers and the bubbling of her giggles directed at the tv. he had some of her favorite sets of the comedy genre with his movie collections. well, they sort of did have the same taste in movies. gems. sort of. yeona would debate that she had better taste, fight claws and fangs for the title.

like she did with anything else when it came to their little disagreements, the ones that he won most of the times. but no one can’t say she wasn’t a good sports at losing--more so, she was a terrible winner. so maybe it was an ironic fate that she’d been given a man who’d managed to outdo her in many aspects. 

maybe, it was to keep the spark in her forever crackling. 

even if it had to go dim at times, when tiredness was evident and the day had been long with rest. the week would be even more, she’d been given strict orders to not try any work during this resting period. strict ones. from her own team and she was going through with it. trying as best as she could at least. 

it wasn’t easy to pause--and not think.

the third night had come and gone, so had the fourth--on the fifth, on this night tonight. yeona only wanted one thing. to curl. to possibly indulge in something softer but with enough edge to pull a few strings off her heart. just a bit of a tug, enough to make some tears. she wanted, a sad movie. that was the plan. it was set in motion during the day.

a shopping list of things to eat when watching a melodrama had been written and purchased to the nearest grocery store. then she’d worked in his kitchen, making some soup. grateful it was still cold enough to not feel it as a doubling heat. soup in summer was so distasteful. 

a run through his closet to find something she knew, she’d seen on him--then music. just to move around the place and clean. an hour or two of cleaning on top of the cleaning she’d done the day before. she was outdoing her mother, she could at least be proud of that. she’d always wanted to be just like her growing up.

minus the whole being an idol part. that’d always just been a yeona’s dream. 

so tonight was for letting go, somehow, she was--oh so ready.

until she wasn’t. 

not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t. 

somewhere in the middle of getting the popcorn in the microwave and rinsing the bowl where the soup had been all but swallowed out of. she’d had to pause at a sound--then shake her head and refuse to think she wasn’t losing her mind. then she’d continued with the water running--having to pause one more time, one last time, if only to make sure she wasn’t being invaded.

by what? well, burglars existed. yes, even on this side of town, she was sure. so sure, that it had to be a stranger’s presence that her steps were careful to leave the kitchen and her hands firm around the handle of the first thing she figured could be useful. a frying pan. 

cold but solid to the touch, it’d do the trick.

but it hadn’t been a stranger, and it hadn’t been what she’d expected for the night. in the way he’d looked at her, it’d seemed that last sentiment had been shared. for more than a few seconds. 

then yeona had come to the realization, running to him with that damn frying pan still in her hold and watching him question it but still open his arms for her--that she’d been lying to herself all this time. 

it’d all just made sense that of course she hadn’t been okay. she’d been so ready to sit down and maybe cry at a movie, ready to watch a sad movie just to let things flow. of course she hadn’t been okay. 

it wasn’t just a maybe, it was a certainty and soohyuk’s shirt had the stains to prove it. only by then, they’d been more than sad, they’d been a mixture of a bit of relief, happiness, disbelief--but more importantly, so much love.

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"You do realize what time it is, right?" ( from daire )

status: meme still accepting.

“it’s a quarter after midnight. and before you feel the need to ask, i wear a watch.”

it’s an impulse for sieun to bite. but it’s turned into a habit to enjoy the late hours of the day and for once, her words come out a little mellow when she speaks up. for once, there’s no sharpness to her tone and no hardness in her stare when she looks at the younger woman with something that resembles both a lot and nothing at all at the same time.

“unless you were trying to insult me your question seems rather pointless, doesn’t it?”

she’s a writer but lately she hasn’t felt like writing anything. lately, she’s been feeling like she goes to bed too late and wakes up too early again, like her hair is more unruly than ever before, like the pen in her hand feels too heavy and her mind is too weightless when it should be immersing itself in her duties. sieun is and simultaneously isn’t; she feels more and understands less and in these moments, she almost misses her college days. misses when she had to overwork herself until she was on the verge of collapsing and that same feeling of restlessness is what has her out and about. same old, nothing new.

if you don’t have time, you don’t think you just do. so what’s the easiest way of getting that back? jiu says to take it easy (”you’re not a machine. sometimes you need a moment to recharge, even if your mind refuses to acknowledge that.”) and sieun thinks she’s simply being too kind. mina says it’s her ambition that’s beginning to catch up to her lack of success (”you should have never chosen journalism. you’re an athlete, not a writer.”) and while she can’t say she was pleased to hear mina’s words, they were true.

maybe it’s the season. maybe it’s her.

“what are you doing outside?”

daire is not exactly unfamiliar     sieun doesn’t involve herself in the politics of reporting about idols and their respective lives, but daire is almost notorious among reporters (especially those that do write about the entertainment industry) for stubbornly doing what she wants to do in spite of all the negativity it leaves her with.

she doesn’t know how to judge it. if it reflects poorly on daire’s taste in friends, or if sieun is simply too blind to see loyalty when it’s standing right in front of her.

but she can’t say she really cares simply because she’s not sure what the word care implies. the word already feels foreign in her mouth, which is why she tries not to use it. so she steals another glance at the younger before looking back on the book in her hands. the one she picked up from the library today before she decided to stray from the path home in an effort to gather her thoughts. just some time for herself is apparently what she needs.

“forget it.” she sighs and suddenly realizes she’s been holding her breath.

ha. how stupid.

some part of her is curious to know why the singer decides to stand here and entertain this mess. daire’s not moving, but she sees the corners of her mouth twitching a little. maybe she’s amused     sieun, in spite of her own embarrassment, wouldn’t hold it against her.

maybe daire understands things a lot easier than she’s willing to let on.

and maybe sieun simply doesn’t know what to make of it.

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Her gaze was equal parts innocence and tempered steel.

Ringabel, about Edea Lee ( Bravely Default )

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Lips on Lips ♡ Tiffany Young