#THIS SONG IS INSANE

[shineemoon]

"Do I construct my own identity or do I follow popular appeal? When I had to make a decision between the two I chose my own identity. I'm just gonna do what I'm good at. If you don't like it, fine, and if you like it, great. That was my mindset and I'm still like that." – Lee Taemin

[thedeathdeelers]

thinking about how when college student sunjae (the third timeline) decided to join eclipse onstage on their closing night at that one bar, it was to debut sudden shower/sonaki

the song he wrote

about sol

the song that crossed time and space and brought them together- getting him to start thinking she might not actually be 2009 sol

plus he clearly realised how important that song was to her, for whatever reason- singing it quietly to herself while drunk (singing his own words back to him!!!) as if it was her own comfort song

and the fact that he now gets to sing it to her, directly to her, instead of quietly writing down his feelings in the darkness of his own bedroom- while she stares back at him frozen with tears in her eyes (mirroring his own lol)

like he is actually singing the words “you are a gift from the sky. when you’re all alone in this world, i’ll protect you” knowing all the crap she’s been through to keep him safe- being alone in a world she wasn’t meant to be in (time travelling etc etc) while constantly risking her own life to make sure he ever gets involved with taxi man etc

idk man. it’s just the conscious decision he made to sing this very emotional and personal song. about the girl he loves. to the girl he loves. at that specific moment in time. (while also helping a friend and his band out lol)

(and also making sure sol doesn’t feel bad that he was no longer on his way to becoming a musician- cause he’ll still have this moment where he gets to perform their song onstage while she is in the crowd, cheering him on) !!!!!!!

it was yet another declaration of love on top of the “i’m okay if i die saving you”

it was yet another reassurance - we’ll be okay, it’s okay

[warmcoals]

unbeatable ost - waiting

[torturedpoetdean]

she really said happy nov 5th

[pinkc1garette]

Fading's better than failing

Falling's better than feeling

Folding's better than losing

Fixing's better than healing

Sometimes

[alienhazy]

CAUSE IF I CANT LIVE, THEN YOU CANT LIVE

BLOOD IS THICKER THAN EVERYTHING

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

lyric of the day ˚♫⋆｡˚

"what a pretty pink light, shining Eastside of the bedroom on walls of white when the five o'clock sunset steals all the light i look at you and i want to cry"

if blue could be happiness florist

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[summeritsclear]

no song, words, piece of art NOTHING has ever made me feel the way who’s afraid of little old me? makes me feel inside

[condensed-ink]

[meziniart]

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

[aeonmnei]

— “‘samu, stop,” you whisper, as he finds you at the opposite corner of the bed yet again. “it’s so hot.” the fan drones on, making little creaks as it oscillates. it does nothing to quell the heat. if anything, it just cycles the hot air around you, making the bedroom akin to a rotary oven.

what also doesn’t help is the six-foot human space heater in your bed.

osamu groans, his arm coming around your waist to pull you against his bare chest. “stop kickin’ me,” he mumbles. “i wanna hold ya.” he nuzzles his face in your neck, kissing it.

it would be sweet, if his body heat wasn’t the same as an elephant’s. he’s sweltering, and your shoulder sticks to his chest as you try to move away. osamu practically whines as you do. “stop leavin’ meeeee.”

a blast of heat envelopes you as he tries to pull you close again, and you let out a huff. “m’not leaving you, ‘samu, i told you, it’s boiling in here,” you tell him, hitching a leg over his hip to get some air. “s’not my fault,” he mutters petulantly, his big, hot hand reaching over to rest on your leg.

this boy…!

you give another huff. not even thirty seconds later, there’s a low snore that rumbles behind you. “how are you even asleep?” you whisper incredulously, turning to see his peaceful expression. “m’holdin’ ya,” he mumbles sleepily in reply. he inhales deeply, breathing you in. “i love ya.”

guess you can’t be mad about that.