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my new favorite train of thought is that there’s another wards war picture (x) except Serena and Bernie can’t be bothered, so they’re in the far left of the picture snogging 

Beautiful River by James Franco

River died when I was in high school
I read his biography in college
I became a vegetarian because of him.

He was so damn cool
What about him?
Probably just his good goddamn looks,

That’s all. I used to want to look like him
And I do a little.
But he had this long blond hair

That would do anything he pleased
And he had a great nose
And beautiful eyes.

Sometimes an actor will like another actor
Because he looks like him,
And sometimes an actor will hate another actor

For the same reason.

date: 10 may 2042.
time: 3:47; the sky is a deep grey—desolate.
location: two blocks west of the clearview; it’s a small apartment, lavishly furnished, heavy with scented wax and drying petals on polished wood.

from where she sits, back iron-pressed to the headboard and sheets thrown off her trembling knees, she watches the thin hands of the old clock tick, tick, tick. it’s intricately carved, picked up from an antiques shop built out of a garage at the edge of town. he’d insisted; the clock face is deep-set and garnet in color, the wood a glossy black. she isn’t sure why it’s so fascinating now when it’d been a waste of money and a hassle to move then. perhaps it was the caving of her chest into something hollow, like all the love she’d managed to scavenge off the ground and weave together had been yanked out from under her heart.

despite the clock, she doesn’t know how much time’s passed when she finally comes to. she’d cut crescents into her palms at some point in the early hours of morning, of mourning. she isn’t sure how she knows that something’s happened, but she does. 

the phone rings sometime in the late afternoon. she hasn’t moved, not much; she’d sank further into the bed, this horribly empty bed, as if she might feel his heartbeat through the mattress. so far, it’s been for naught.

hello? is this lee hyori, wife of first lieutenant kim?

a sigh, laced with misplaced disdain; the trembling voice at the other end of the line is disturbing her premature grieving.

“yes.”

i’m afraid i bring bad news. terrible news. i’m so sorry, i really am.

“you aren’t, so get on with it.” venom; it’s always been a byproduct of heartbreak.

yes, well. your husband, first lieutenant kim, was accompanying your father to a trades agreement meeting in haeundae on dalpa soil. the deal went awry; they’ve both been killed. the bodies were recovered, but… i’d suggest a cremation if i were you.

the voice had changed, low and calculating and slicing. she’s speechless, white-knuckled as she gazes at the clock face once more. there’s a trickle of air from her closing throat, then liquid misery gathering at the point of her chin. in a moment when her heart should have frozen in her chest alongside her husband’s, her father’s, it began to beat twice as fast. the color drains swiftly from her skin, from the old clock against the wall with her husband’s fingerprints all over it.

a dull click echoes from the receiver, reverberating within the cavern walls of her chest. 

through the white noise, she remembers it’s her birthday.

oh jesus christ I apologize for the typos in my writings today i’m slightly intoxicated and just really excited and im fixing them as I go along lmfao I just noticed some of them in the jared as joker one I wrote “comfortably comfortable” and i literally died of embarrassment reading it dont worry I fixed it 

m00n-binnie  asked:

Ah! Another cute '97 liner (♡◡♡) Most of the people I've meet on here that are '97 liners are the most adorable things ever ❤️ I read your "ASTRO as Boyfriends" and I DIED OKAY ㅠㅠ Moonbin is my ultimate(?) bias (I put a question mark bc it always changes with these boys I swear 🙃) AND I DIED READING MOONBINS OMG! @빈이 - 문빈이 제 남자 친구 예요? 🙈 - Queen of Disaster ♡♡

Wahh, thank you~! ^///^ That’s so nice!

I totally feel you on the bias issue;; It’s a recurring problem in my life… *sighs*

Hehehe… ARE YOU KIDDING ME I DIED WRITING IT MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THOSE LEVELS OF FLUFF;;;

I love getting feedback, though~!! <3 🙊

It makes me so happy, thank youuu~ ^0^


Originally posted by noombean

MB: Of course, jagiya~ *cups your cheek*

You’re the only one for me… <3

Me: *sees headcanon about a ship I don’t follow*

Me: Nah

Me: *reads it anyway*

Me: hOLiEe SHiT!! Let ME tELL yOu aBOUT my nEW OtP

canon sportacus:

fanon sportacus:

Cock is one of my favorite tastes. Not only that, but balls smell amazing. It makes me go a little crazy on it to be honest. Like, I cannot get it far enough down my throat to be satisfied. I’m only satisfied when I feel those intense, powerful, salty, hot pumps of cum down my throat. When I sit back on my heels, look up at you with cum all over my mouth and slobber running down my neck, hair all fucked up and wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and ask you if I did a good job and you cannot even speak because I’ve drained all of your energy out the tip of your dick….. That’s when I’m satisfied.

*Mary dies*

Me: 

*John blames Sherlock for Mary’s death*

Me: