#lmfao byyeee

[soul-spoken]

Oh my god I regret posting that

[heatobrienswife]

Random af ask but know that I legit get excited when I see you pop onto my dash. I'm like, "Luna is online! fren is online!!!" Pretty sure if I had a tail it would be wagging lmfao

This has been random af asks with your host Kaden! I will slink back into the void from whence I came lol kay byyeee love your face and i hope your day/night has been treating you well and if it hasn't I'll kick it!

Sorry for taking awhile to answer you jhcjhcjg ;w;

But iufkhvjh I feel the same way! It's nice to see you either posting or in the notes! It's like seeing you on the ps4 at the same time as me I'm just "My fren is online! :D"

Us seeing eachother online jxjdjgcjg

I hope your day has gotten better friend 🫂

[youn9racha]

hey...

hi... how y'all doing?...

you probably reading this:

alright, so lemme explain my long ass absence and where have i been the past few days (totally not four months) since i've last updated on this site.

so i've unintentionally gone mia due to certain events that occurred irl that led to me going inactive here. mind you, i come from a country where they literally banned tumblr as an app so i'd have to access it through safari/my laptop, so sometime logging in can easily be forgetful when you're consumed by surroundings.

so where have i been?

nowhere really. I've just been hung up on uni because, as i've mentioned in a previous post, this year has been hectic academically speaking. i'm a junior going into senior, as shown by the fact that yesterday was my last day as a junior. needless to say that i escaped that battle with scars on my body over how much workload i had to endure and how mentally and physically draining things were going but thankfully i came out alive, in spite of my thoughts of attempting, i pushed through and managed to escape.

another reason was that i recently lost a dear family member of mine. i won't get into it much as i'm still healing from this but this family member recently passed away and i have yet to recover from it and still am reeling from it, so focusing on writing and working have just been difficult to maintain, which kills the drive of productivity. i am lucky however that i do have a support system that allows me to heal as well as i could, without any pressure and speeding things up.

this post does feel like an excuse for something so minute, but i'm really just explaining my case. after all, i could just post another bang chan smut and it won't any difference. its not like i'm a celebrity or anything, but i still do feel like explaining myself without giving myself away.

i don't know whether i'll continue writing on here or not, i may or may not, but i lean maybe i'll continue but only time will tell. and even if i did, i'll probably not be as active as i used to be like last year or the year before. and don't get me wrong, i still very much love stray kids. i have lost interest in kpop altogether (i still listen to kpop ofc but i just don't stan any groups anymore, nor do i have an interest in stanning any other groups) but stray kids is the only group that i have a great interest in, and still stan. bang chan is still the main standard of man to me, so much so that my close friends always associate me with him and joke that he's my bf.

so yeah, thats really all to it. i might make a twitter for me to interact with people here instead of disappearing every now and then, but don't take my word for it lmfao.

anyways, yeah im done bitching.

byyeee

[gorleska]

📣 LEE WANTS THE D FROM JEROME! K, bye 👅

[hunneiuwu]

HHHHH im also really shy, the only reason i threaten to beat ppl up is because firstly, i’ve known these people my whole life. literally nothing i do around them is shocking!!

AND BYYEEE 😞 ill try to talk more i swear

-🍓!!!

YESSSS I ONLY THREATEN PPL I KNOW LMFAO

JWFBJKFKS HOPE TO SEE U SOON DEAR <333

[shslmysterynovelist]

pssst... ღ

— ღ for a drabble about a romance/their love life 

casually writes 700 words of predespair angst at 3 am. end me.No matter who you plan to murder, potassium cyanide is a classic number: chic in any season, discreet and deadly even in small amounts. Symptoms of cyanide poisoning include shortness of breath, a rapid heartbeat, and an increasingly flushed face as the poison progresses through the bloodstream. Misaki knows this. Of course she does.

The first time he pulled her into a hug and she felt her throat tighten with this strange new emotion, she thought it would pass quickly. It had, after all, passed quickly when she felt something for Suleiman Ahmed. There was a brief flutter of that something, a pinprick of jealousy when she saw the way he looked at Hirashi Abe, and then she took the something feeling out back and shot it. Nice and efficient. No point wanting someone who will never want you back. No point pining over the idea of kissing a person who will never think of kissing you.

(As if she wouldn’t panic if someone really did try to kiss her. A boy from her hometown once pulled her close and slid a hand up her thigh and she felt sick for the rest of the night.)

But it didn’t pass. It hasn’t. Weeks later and she still can’t stop feeling giddy when he laughs at one of her terrible jokes.

(—suleiman ahmed scared her a little but kenshin is her best friend, has never scared her at all so maybe that’s why—)

But he’s with Yano. Whatever she gets, Yano gets more. And it’s not their fault she feels the way she does about it all.

Not his fault. Not their fault. Not her fault.

Not anyone’s fault at all, really, which is the sheer hell of it — she has absolutely no right to be upset with anyone, even as she snaps her teeth shut to hold in an I wish we could… and forces her head to bob up and down, agreeing that yes, a weekend vacation with Iori will be nice for him. Because she knows it will be. He should send her pictures, she says. He should tell her all about it when the pair of them get home, and she will be happy for him because only the worst, most selfish person on the planet would begrudge Kenshin Takayuki any ounce of happiness. He’s had so little and he deserves so much.And Iori Yano doesn’t not deserve to be happy. She knows that, too. So if what makes the pair of them happy is being together, then that’s…right. That’s the way things should be. Everyone is exactly where they belong. If they get married — and she knows they talk about it — then it will be the sort of happily-ever-after marriage other people dream about.

She’s known people who will cry themselves to sleep over heartbreak. Not her. Silly even to call it heartbreak, as if he’d taken something of hers and smashed it. Silly to waste one moment on self-pity, as if she’s got anything to really pity herself for. Silly — no, stupid — to hold someone to a promise he never made. Instead she fixes herself a cup of hot chocolate, props herself against the headboard of her bed and opens her copy of Detective Galileo.

She can learn to live with less than she wants. Some people say that’s love. Misaki isn’t so sure. What she really wants is not to want him at all.

All she knows is that thinking about it for too long makes her feel absolutely rotten.

(At least people who die of cyanide poisoning do it quickly.)