#lsh: queue

[bubblegeon]

Bless you for the Soo-hyuk gifs 💕

Been far too long since we've seen him in anything new, but it's always a pleasure to do a massive LSH gif-queue 💖Thank you too!

[synthetickitsune]

when is the new LSH one from ur WIP releasing? 😁

...whenever I learn how to queue and schedule a post properly akjsdhakjd 😭

let's aim for THIS friday this time

[rkgray]

// from the dungeon i come

@rkjiwvn

he had put his earplugs in, while stretching to rehearse the dance he had practiced a few sessions before. gray was not a man of many words, he had never been but these days he was even quieter than usually. he barely talked to others besides aron and johnny who even managed to get him to smile and laugh like he used to, and he kept to only necessary and inevitable talk to fellow trainees and trainers. it was clear that he didn't had the itch to put up with small talk, he just wanted to be alone with himself and his thoughts. it was more than obvious and easy to see that he was not doing as fine as he did before, even for those who didn't knew him too well. gray was never the center of attention, but people tended to tell him that his presence calmed them down. these days however the peaceful aura that ususally surrounded him was disturbed by a dark cloud of negativity and a great lack of enthusiasm.

gray wiped the sweat off his chin, after finishing with a dance routine that contained a few acrobatic figures. despite his bad knee he still pulled off high jumps and kicks pretty well, his years of taekwondo training had paid off. a skill he sadly couldn't use too often though, as he mainly focused on his rapping during evalution. but based on what others trainees who were chosen for bigger projects could do, having a wider skillset instead of overspecializing on only one skill, might be a better idea. but who could gurantee gray that he would be able to escape the dungeon if he was a triple threat?

[obciidian]

      the  heaviness  of  the  dreadful  news  rests  upon  the  shoulders  of  the  youngster.  there  is  apprehension  gnawing  at  his  insides,  for  the  trouble  he  had  just  stumbled  upon  isn’t  simply  a  heedless  mishap  that  shall  pass  sooner  or  later...  it  is  a  fate  sealing  occurrence  and  he  is  about  to  step  into  a  bottomless  hole.  all  of  his  life  will  be  ruined  with  this  revelation,  and  his  friends  would  desert  him.  although,  in  many  hushed  conversation  with  night,  he  does  confess  that  the  idea  of  simply  the  two  of  them  against  the  world  is  all  he  craves  for  and  yet,  seunghwa  is  not  genuine  with  these  notions.  he  desires  to  conceal  his  indulgences  for  as  long  as  feasible.  

      ❛    oh,  if  that’s  not  the  most  beautiful  woman  on  this  planet  !    ❜      feigned  flattery,  bouyant  vox  --  all  a  mask  for  his  ulterior  motive.  he  is  in  a  dire  ordeal,  and  she  is  the  sole  salvation.      ❛    gosh  you’re  glowing  today,  wow.  so  gorgeous  --  say,  you  didn’t  see  ian  noona  or  namoo  hyung  around,  right  ?    ❜      ╱      @pcstilnt

[obciidian-archived]

      the  sensation  of  duress  burns  the  young  boy’s  abdomen  ;  his  innards  are  being  twisted  and  knotted  in  severe  ache  and  there’s  a  twinge  amidst  his  thorax...  it  is  all  engendered  by  the  anticipation  of  encountering  this  strange  man.  admittingly,  seunghwa  could  not  care  any  less  for  encountering  jackson  --  any  type  of  interactions  of  discourse  between  the  two  of  them  is  redundant  and  mundane  albeit,  there’s  a  sole  reason  for  their  meeting  occurring  in  fact  of  his  colossal  rancor  towards  it...  that  reason  being  ianthina.  she’s  given  him  the  entire  world  when  everyone  else  had  given  up  on  him  --  she  is  his  family  and  the  closest  thing  to  nonvariable  security.  therefore,  the  incredibly  pigheaded  and  surly  adolescent  puts  his  disinclination  aside  for  the  sake  of  making  the  only  woman  he  cares  for  happy,  for  once.  

      ❛    hey...    ❜      it  is  more  than  bewildering  to  first  approach  the  older  man  --  seunghwa’s  endeavors  of  plastering  a  somewhat  courteous  simper  across  his  lips  are  more  than  manifest,  the  ache  he  senses  through  his  body  overwhelms  him  as  if  electrocuted.  the  sensation  is  unpleasant  at  most,  and  yet  he  preservers  in  the  act  of  ( mildly  feigned )  kindness.      ❛    jackson,  right...  ?  i’m  seunghwa.  um,  what’s  up  ?    ❜      ╱      @jackwngson

[jackoshadows]

I really wonder why Timmett son of Timmett isn't seen as one of Sansa's potential husbands? He's obviously a future leader, under 20, fierce warrior, near the Vale and a First Man. He pretty much fits all the requirements Sansa stans want for her except incest. Maybe he needs interactions with Arya before they steal quotes for why he should be with Sansa?

Not to mention that Timett son of Timett is probably the grandson of Alys Arryn, whose fourth daughter was kidnapped by Burned Men.

“Which brings us back to the five remaining daughters of Elys and Alys. The eldest had been left terribly scarred by the same pox that killed her sisters, so she became a septa. Another was seduced by a sellsword. Ser Elys cast her out, and she joined the silent sisters after her bastard died in infancy. The third wed the Lord of the Paps, but proved barren. The fourth was on her way to the riverlands to marry some Bracken when Burned Men carried her off. That left the youngest, who wed a landed knight sworn to the Waynwoods, gave him a son that she named Harrold, and perished.” - Alayne, AFfC

Timett son of Timett is around the same age as Harry the Heir and most probably is a descendant of both the First Men and Arryns and therefore has as much right to the Vale as Harry the Heir.

There are also many similarities between Freefolk and the Mountain clans of the Vale including their women fighting alongside the men. If Sansa stans really want Sansa to be queen elect of the Freefolk why not focus on the Mountain clans of the Vale? Sansa has actually seen some of them when they worked for Tyrion in KL and helped protect her. There's a very good chance that the Mountain clans are going to be coming down soon and attacking the Bloody Gate - In ASoS we hear that their attacks have increased in frequency.

Sansa can marry Timett son of Timett and become queen of the Vale by elect of the mountain clans!

That's the thing - GRRM has written a fully fleshed out story for Sansa in the Vale and yet her stans look at Jon's story, Arya's story, Dany's story and even Bran's story and want that for Sansa.

Sansa is getting a political education in the Vale, but how does that help in the North? How does knowing the dynamics between the Corbrays and the Royces help in the North? In AFfC and TWoW sample chapter she is learning to gain power and influence in the Vale. That’s what’s going to be important for her story because the Vale and it’s food stores will be important during the Long Night.

Sansa going North adds nothing to the story. The common speculation is that Sansa/Harry/LF hire ships, sail to White Harbor and from there go to Winterfell and fight for her claim.

The Weather: In ADwD, winter has already come and the North is engulfed in snow storms and rough seas. Stannis’ men find it hard to traverse to WF, but the Vale men are going to get to WF?

Rickon: Davos is getting Rickon back. He’s going to be in White Harbor or sitting in WF by the time Sansa/LF gets there with a Vale army. Without Sansa having a claim to WF anymore, why are LF and Harry going to stick around?

Sansa is disinherited as per Robb’s decree. Again, see point above. There's a reason for GRRM marrying Sansa to a Lannister and inserting Robb's decree. What's even the point of the decree if Sansa gets there and talks politely to the Northern leaders and becomes QITN in a couple of chapters? Those are intentional obstacles that the author has put in Sansa's pathway that sees Arya jump the queue ahead of her older sister.

What will Sansa even contribute to the Northern plot? Jon is like a hundred times more qualified in diplomacy and negotiation, knows the nitty gritty details of how the North works and Northern politics and he will have the full support of Arya and Rickon.

Aegon has landed in the Stormlands, the Riverlands is in turmoil with LSH/BWB wrecking their enemies, the Freys want the title of Lord Paramount of the Riverlands and Trident from Littlefinger - with all this happening why would the Vale army go North instead of securing their own Kingdom against the changing nature of the politics in their neighborhood?

It's not going to be easy for Sansa to wrest power from Littlefinger. LF is LF for a reason and Sansa is just beginning to learn the game in the sixth book. She still has a long way to go before even beginning to understand what LF is doing.

Like I pointed out in another post, she sees LF engaging in a scheme of price gouging and has no opinions on the ethics of starving a populace for profit, the Vale's food stories or the North's precarious condition with respect to food and is instead busy being hurt about being called a bastard by Harry the Heir and needs LF to soothe and assuage her feelings. She still has a lot of growing up to do, emotionally and politically.

There's a lot of intrigue going on in the Vale with side characters and things could get complicated by the weather and the mountain clans coming down for their share of the chaos.

Sansa is not going North anytime soon. I speculate that the North will get overrun and people will start fleeing south (Dany's dreams foreshadow her fighting them on the Trident). I could see Arya visiting the Vale as an emissary for Jon to request food supplies. It could parallel Catelyn visiting Lysa/The Vale and later Robb/Catelyn needing the Vale to join their fight.

While Arya's parallels are with the aunt on her father's side, Sansa's parallels are with the aunt on her mother's side. Lysa decided not to help the Starks, however this time Sansa will overcome LF's influence and help with the food stores and contribute to the final fight against the Others during the Long Night.

The food stores in the Vale are very important. Jon refers to it a couple of times in ADwD and in TWoW we see there is already a food shortage as LF hoards all the food for price gouging later on. However, for access to all that food, there has to be a POV character in the Vale during the Long Night. That character is Sansa.

That's why I find it baffling that even the so called 'neutral asoiaf experts' think that Sansa and the whole Vale cohort is going North in the next book. Makes no sense to me.

[deadgrantaires]

omg i forgot i accidentlaly hit queue instead of delete on that lsh before i fixed it and added glasses IM the one who broke FORBIDDEN lsh out of containment it was ME bhdfvhjdfbvhj

[rkgray]

// distraction

@deanrk

all he wanted was to numb his body and mind, even if it was just in a temporary state of drunkenness. since the day he had been noticed that he didn't got chosen for the second round of ktrookies and therefore was denied to be presented as kt trainee in a more active way in order to gain citizens interest, gray had escaped to a world of alcohol by the time he had stepped out of the kt building. the choice had disappointed him a little, since the higher ups had taken on the senior trainees for the first round which had given a little hope to be picked next. it just hurt more to see the younger and much more talented kids to be introduced very soon.

after days of laying in his apartment all alone, surrounded by countless bottles, gray had called for his buddies and nights out. they accompanied him in shifts, tagged along in groups or individually. one of them was dean, a handsome fellow, gray had picked up during his underground days. their taste in music was similar and dean's style of music had broaden gray's own as it got him interested in krnb more.

"there you go." the rapper murmured, as he poured a glass soju for his friend. "drink as much as you like. it's my treat." he said and put the freshly poured glass in front of dean. the past days had only consisted of gray going to training and then straight after to drink and drown his sorrows in soju. the past days were visible on his face, but gray was in no mood to stop himself. he didn't know anymore. the closer he got to his thirties, the more insecure he became about his decisions. he didn't wanted to regret, but apparantly he did.

[obciidian]

      tension  is  in  the  air,  it  can  be  cut  with  a  knife.  the  heaving  quietude  is  deafening,  and  the  adolescent  senses  trouble.  the  immediate  instinct  tells  him  to  turn  over  his  heels  and  escape  --  he  hasn’t  even  slipped  out  of  his  shoes  just  yet.  to  malinger  this  situation  is  a  priority,  it  itches  on  the  skin  yet  he  comprehends  it’s  not  simply  infeasible  but  rather,  would  accumulate  furthermore  damage  to  him  in  the  end.  thus,  seunghwa’s  reluctance  is  manifest  in  the  way  he  nudges  the  shoes  off  ever  so  slowly,  fingers  fidgeting  around  the  earphones  to  indicate  his  lingering  around  the  notion  of  running  away.      ❛    hi,  what’s--  up...  ?    ❜      ianthina’s  countenance  is  dreadful,  and  he  knows  he’s  in  deep  trouble  --  it  can  be  sensed  in  the  air  around  them.      ❛    what’s  going  on  ?    ❜      he’s  tormented  by  the  inquisitiveness  to  know  just  what,  and  the  inclination  to  abstain  from  altercation  at  all  costs.      ╱      @pcstilnt

[obciidian-archived]

hwa, i think you are too full of yourself. although the thought of life without you doesn’t excite me. it sounds like a shit world. i think you’re brave for fighting & questioning yourself sometimes & i think you’re definitely reckless when you’re ignoring me. i also think it’s not necessary to compare yourself to others your age, it only hurts you. just stay true to yourself, you’ll find your way - xx night

source    :    open    :    @anon 

     there  is  only  so  much  coercion  and  duress  a  boy  can  endure.  he’s  enervated  ( an  understatement  at  most )  and  all  he  ever  longs  for  in  this  miserable  life  is  to  consolidate  with  his  boy  ;  to  perpetually  abide  embraced  in  his  warm  arms  and  never  worry  about  naught  related  to  anything  but  his  ideal  tranquil.  a  world  without  night…  seems  dull,  mundane,  black  and  white.  no  gaiety  nor  rapture  can  be  found  even  if  one  were  to  seek  it  as  if  it  is  the  last  task  one  may  conduct…  the  dolefulness  builds  bigger  walls  than  the  highest  towers  until  he’s  left  forlorn  and  helpless.  more  than  the  indignation  in  the  words  which  slips  past  night’s  lips,  seunghwa  is  jaded.  he  needs  to  repose,  and  the  only  consolation  or  placation  ever  reaching  him  is  when  he’s  in  between  night’s  warm  arms,  snaked  around  his  middle  and  keeping  him  flush  against  his  chest.  how  dare  he  –  a  sugar  rush,  stronger  than  any  of  his  addictions,  make  him  so  dependent  ?!

     ❛    you’re  a  fucking  pretentious  piece  of  shit.    ❜      vexatious  furrow  to  contour  the  habitually  tantalizing  and  bewitching  countenance  ;  his  jaw  clenched  in  utter  fury,  and  not  for  the  sight  of  night’s  complacency  but  rather,  the  realization  of  how  deeply  smitten  he’s  become  with  a  boy  he  did  not  desire  in  his  life…  now,  broke  through  his  walls.  no,  he  didn’t  just  break  though  –  he  arrived  with  a  heavy  hammer  and  a  sweet  ( yet,  venomous )  tongue,  and  meanwhile  caressing  the  insecurities  he’s  shattered  the  stone  walls  until  seunghwa  is  left  bare  and  vulnerable.  candid  heart  exposed  for  the  boy’s  taking.  

     he  doesn’t  mind.  instead  of  retaliating  or  remonstrating,  his  fingers  find  their  way  to  the  boy’s  silken  locks  ;  he  caresses  as  if  he’s  tender,  a  walking  cloud  now  somewhat  solidified,  softest  of  sensations  against  his  fingers.  he’s  tender  as  if  the  boy  is  made  of  ice,  and  the  fervor  in  his  fingertips  may  melt  the  splendor  apart.      ❛    i  guess…  a  world  without  you  is…  not  that  fun  to  imagine,  either.    ❜  

[obciidian-archived]

neck @demfoolz

source    :    open    :    @2oners

[ neck ]    your  muse  gives  a  gentle  kiss  to  my  muse’s  neck

      hues  of  cold  toned  white  and  indigo  flash  before  their  eyes.  their  positions  are  peculiar  ;  one  arm  around  the  shoulder,  head  tucked  at  the  back  of  the  couch,  legs  tangled  together  in  a  way  which  seems  all  too  inconvenient  when  it  is  in  fact  the  most  comfort  they’ve  ever  had.  

       the  boy  is  heedless  to  all  around  him  and  all  sensations  as  the  sole  vigilance  is  towards  images  across  the  screen  of  the  television.  warmth  exudes  of  the  body  he  leans  on,  one  that  always  has  him  drifting  to  dreamland  –  be  it  any  other  movie  displayed  and  the  boy’s  eyes  would  have  already  been  closed  alas,  this  particular  one  which  they  have  chosen  has  his  intentness  increased  and  he’s  immensely  engrossed  into  the  sight.  more  than  he  can  pay  any  attention  to  the  feeling  of  night’s  fingers  threading  through  his  hand,  or  his  own  fingers  gently  caressing  over  night’s.  

      the  sensation  of  lips  against  the  neck  is  soft  and  it  causes  him  to  quivering  in  delight  –  a  sense  of  euphoria  in  their  embrace,  one  which  he  cannot  elucidate  with  simple  words.  had  only  seunghwa  not  been  this  comfortable,  he  would  have  already  faced  this  dazzling  moon  of  his,  illuminating  the  dark  room  brighter  than  ever,  and  made  sure  his  lips  found  their  way  to  his  beloved’s  so  that  he  could  kiss  him  senseless.  albeit,  his  interest  towards  the  movie  in  play  is  at  its  peak  and  so,  he  heaves  a  light  exhale.  there  is  no  disgruntlement  nor  peeve  in  the  tone,  the  atmosphere  is  so  tender  and  placating  he  could  melt  into  night’s  frame.  merely,  he  yearns  to  spend  a  few  more  moments  of  silence  together.  

      ❛    this  is  the  most  interesting  part,  just  watch  —    ❜

      they  could  taste  one  another’s  adulation  for  the  rest  of  the  night…  when  time  is  right.

[obciidian-archived]

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.” fools

source    :    open    :    @2oners

      the  world  is  spinning  around  him  and  he  relishes  in  the  sensation  of  feverishness  of  skin  and  coldness  of  breeze  against  his  exposed  arms.  his  cheeks  are  caressed  by  tender  fingers,  setting  him  into  a  trance  –  as  if  he’s  hypnotized  by  mere  touch.  his  muscles  are  flaccid  with  the  sedation  overcoming  of  him  as  he’s  subdued  to  the  delicacy  of  the  mattress  underneath  his  reposing  limbs.  it  is  a  sensation  of  being  carried  by  the  wind  yet  being  grounded  to  the  bed  –  sinking  deeper  and  deeper  while  simultaneously  floating  away,  weightless.  

      the  sun  has  not  awakened  yet  and  the  streets  are  hushed.  in  this  quietude,  seunghwa  can  hear  the  shifting  of  fabric  against  fabric  and  the  whistle  of  breathe  emitting  of  their  noses.  night’s  too  close  from  him  to  take  a  proper  glance,  one  which  he  would  not  have  been  able  to  regardless  of  the  proximity  for  somnolence  lingers  at  the  corners  of  the  eyes  which  makes  the  lashes  feel  tenth  fold  cumbersome.  oh,  just  how  much  he  yearns  to  remain  like  this  forever,  inhaling  the  scent  of  night’s  shampoo  from  his  still  damp  hair,  sensing  the  warmth  of  the  crook  of  his  neck  when  he  rests  his  face  there…  albeit,  the  world  around  them  will  not  halt  for  their  own  gratification  and  this  scarce  fraction  of  utopia  seunghwa  has  found  cannot  be  preserved  for  an  eternity.  time  ultimately  passes,  as  he’s  given  up  on  all  endeavors  and  sunk  his  face  into  night’s  shoulder.      ❛    but  there’s  school…    ❜      considering  the  distance  between  their  residences,  seunghwa  must  wake  up  earlier  than  he  desires  to  in  order  of  reaching  his  classes  on  time  –  as  he’s  sworn  to  ianthina  to  become  a  better  student,  or  at  the  very  least,  make  a  noticeable  effort  in  his  academics.  nevertheless,  there  is  an  evident  lack  of  effort  to  move  of  this  comfortable  position  when  his  arm  is  wrapped  around  night’s  middle  and  his  ear  is  hearkening  intently  to  the  calm  heart  beat.  

      soon,  seunghwa  finds  himself  drifting  into  slumber  once  again.    

[obciidian-archived]

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “ c: ft. night@hwa

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      departures  leave  a  sour  flavor  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue.  habitually,  his  sarcasm  and  coldness  as  venom  emits  past  his  lips  and  his  tongue  is  poisonous  serves  a  frigid  alienation  to  prevent  the  yearning  and  endearment  from  wounding  him  all  over  again…  however,  even  walls  so  high  and  sturdy  can  be  dilapidated  –  perhaps  all  that  is  that  is  the  kindness  of  a  sweet  boy  to  mollify  him.  thus,  a  smile  is  formed  over  his  lips  (one  which  he  battles  onerously  to  conceal  and  erase  alas,  in  vain)  and  seunghwa  glances  away  with  slight  abashment.  the  shade  of  pink  forming  over  his  cheeks  is  visible  if  to  were  glance  upon  close,  and  close  they  are.  seunghwa  can  sense  the  warmth  radiating  from  night’s  body  and  the  way  his  breath  gently  fans  over  his  upper  lip.  it  is  a  nervous  moment  in  which  his  heart  is  agitated  and  his  eyes  are  averting  elsewhere,  anywhere  but  the  boy  in  front  of  him.  dazzling  as  the  sun  itself,  an  unpolished  diamond.  he’s  nervous  and  his  throat  becomes  dry  –  as  parched  as  the  dessert.      ❛    i’unno…  you  haven’t  given  me  any  reason  to  do  that,  bro.    ❜      timid,  he  chortles  –  caving  in  to  the  sheepishness  of  his  situation  no  longer  is  his  voice  sarcastic  as  it  is  now  replenished  in  fondness,  to  a  degree  he  sanctions  himself  displaying.  it  is  displayed  in  the  way  that  he  ultimately  succumbs  to  his  boy’s  needs  and  desires  and  locks  their  gazes.  instantly,  his  heart  skips  a  beat  and  to  conceal  his  apprehension,  seunghwa  proffers  a  brazen  smirk  and  an  inaudible  chortle  but  oh,  can  night  see  through  him…  he  is  certain.

    how  can  the  softest  of  lips  against  his  own  move  his  heart  like  that,  accelerate  his  heart  beat  to  the  max  ?  he  is  astounded  by  a  feeling  so  celestial,  so  ethereal  –  utmost  rapture  that  cannot  be  found  anywhere  else  and  he  succumbs  into  the  sensation  of  exhilaration  that  this  boy  provides  him  with  a  simple  kiss.  this  boy…  his  boy.  the  mere  fact  that  he  can  call  him  his  brings  such  felicity  to  his  heart  unfathomable,  colossal…  seunghwa  doesn’t  know  how  to  handle  this,  and  he  succumbs  instead  to  the  feeling  of  their  tender  kiss.

    and  when  they  part,  oh  lord,  he  sees  stars.  he  forgets  how  to  breathe.  he  is  floating  in  the  air  upon  cloud  nine  of  joy  and  satiation  as  he  is  filled  to  the  brim  with  a  saccharine  flavor  –  receiving  naught  but  a  sugar  rush  from  his  sweetest  of  darlings.  and  when  they  part  his  eyelids  are  scarcely  open,  sufficiently  to  observe  the  glistening  of  the  moonlight  and  streetlights  against  night’s  pupils,  enough  to  witness  the  rise  and  fall  of  his  torso  with  each  breath  he  respires,  and  enough  to  ponder  over  a  prayer  of  gratitude  for  the  sight.  and  when  they  part,  his  voice  is  merely  above  a  whisper;  silent  yet  content.

     ❛    g’night…  see  you  tomorrow.    ❜

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      the  flashing  bright  lights  of  the  phone  hits  his  eyes,  strong  enough  to  cause  him  to  wince  and  squint.  in  the  nearly  pitch  black  bedroom,  the  only  gleaming  comes  from  distant  building  reflecting  through  the  windows  of  people  who  have  yet  to  cave  into  the  need  of  slumber.  and  in  a  sense,  the  adolescents  themselves  have  yet  to  succumb  to  it  as  well  ;  comfortably  they  lay  by  other  other’s  side,  seunghwa’s  head  on  night  shoulder  as  nights  hand  holds  the  phone  in  the  middle  of  the  space  between  them.  the  solace  and  fervency  provided  by  his  beau  is  too  much  to  thole,  and  amidst  watching  what  is  meant  to  be  an  endearing  video,  the  boy  sits  up  only  to  toss  his  hoodie  at  their  feet  by  the  edge  of  the  bed.      ❛    that’s  lame.    ❜      feigned  acrimony  forms  over  his  countenance,  laced  in  the  tone  of  his  voice.      ❛    are  you  tryna’  say  that  i’m  lame  ?    ❜      gradually,  impishness  prevails  over  his  body  and  mind  ergo,  causing  seunghwa  to  lean  over  to  gnaw  teeth  subtly  against  the  flesh  of  supple  cheeks.  juvenile  and  jubilant  in  the  conduct.      ❛    i’ll  show  you  who’s  lame...  --    ❜      moments  of  whimsicality  such  as  these  are  rare  and  yet  solely  night  is  sanctioned  to  evince  with  his  bare  eyes  of  how  a  boy  who  is  so  inordinately  inexorable  and  imperturbable  appearing  now  yields  to  his  deepest  desires  and  puerility  ---  tickling  his  dearest  out  of  whim,  a  laughter  falling  from  his  tiers.  he  is  incredibly  buoyant,  and  such  is  manifested  by  his  vast  grin.  

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       ❛    ugh,  shut  up.    ❜      seunghwa  does  not  do  well  in  mornings.

      ❛    lady  and  koda  didn’t  give  me  any  space…    ❜      he’s  been  tossing  and  turning,  endeavoring  to  find  a  comfortable  position  while  squeezed  between  the  two  furry  companions  he  adored  most  ( although  claiming  he  had  no  favorites  between  seongil’s  numerous  dogs )  yet,  could  not  obtain  the  comfort  which  the  bed  could  offer.  one  stuck  to  his  side  and  the  other  in  to  his  leg  had  seunghwa  laying  in  bizarre  positions  until  ultimately  he’s  become  so  enervated  that  he  inevitably  fell  asleep.  to  his  dismay  he  still  had  to  eventually  wake  up  to  attend  high  school,  which  has  already  set  him  in  such  a  vexed  mood  to  begin  with  –  before  he  could  barely  even  open  his  eyes,  when  his  fingers  could  barely  press  on  the  buttons  of  his  cell  phone  to  turn  off  the  alarm  and  his  body  was  too  leaden  to  be  stripped  of  the  warmth  of  the  bed.      ❛    i’unno  who,  but  one  farted  many  times…  they’re  stinky.    ❜

      slumber  is  strenuous  to  erase  of  the  eyes  ;  he  rubs  them  with  his  knuckles,  pushing  in  deep  however  it  only  results  in  static  images  when  he  opens  them,  strange  shapes  in  his  vision.  fingers  through  his  hair,  and  his  eyes  gradually  close.  he  could  certainly  fall  asleep  now  that  he’s  seated  at  the  kitchen’s  table,  the  somnolent  tone  of  voice  and  slurring  of  speech  can  indicate  so.      ❛    mm,  what’s  for  breakfast  ?    ❜