so um changkyun spilled some good stuff today at melon radio. He said when he went outside to get some air at the post concert party mx and starship were having he saw wonho and kihyun hugging while crying.
when kihyun told wonho ‘good work’ both started tearing up and was hugging by THEMSELVES and changkyun saw them IM CRYING
you just do you i promise i wont judge you sweetie :)
*gets sensory overload, goes nonverbal, cant do something 'simple', has triggers, dissociates/loses touch with reality, experiences psychosis, has a meltdown, or anything else forcing them to confront the fact that i have actual mental disorders that deviate from their parameters of acceptably 'weird'*
LITERALLY WHAT HTE FUCK IS WRONG WITH Y-
I’ll get drunk
I’ll kiss strangers
I’ll dance the whole night
But I promise I wont change my mind
I promise I wont ask you to take me back
Because I broke your heart once
And I don’t want to put you through it again
i spent half an hour making this why do you do this to yourself cam
THANK YOU !!
thank u all so much for 400 !! (im at like 450 now lmao cam’s late as usual) i thought i’d be stuck at like,,, 50,,, forever !
Here are some of my favorite pals that I’ve been lucky enough to get to know during my time on this hell site: (if i’ve forgotten you feel free to come to my house and punch me in the face three (3) times and message me so i can add you!!)
A/N: Welp, looks like your wonderful motivation made me get this chapter out way sooner than I’d anticipated. Seriously guys, all your reviews/responses were really sweet.
First chapter of the multific! From now I’ll be tagging all the chapters “Human” (since that’s the unoriginal title I’ve decided for the AO3). And this first chapter’s a doozy, believe me.
Ever since he took that deal, he’d been regretting it.
Looking back now, he would take a million years in that stone tomb over what that giant salamander had subjected him to. He hadn’t expected on getting his power back, not really, but the least that jerk could do was give him a proper form. Hell, or at least keep him a triangle. But he’d never expected this.
He hated it. He hated everything about this stupid body, about this weak pitiful meat sack that frilly asshole decided to shove him in. He had nothing, no power, no immortality, no means of escape. And if that wasn’t enough, he was slowly dying. He could even feel it. The slow, painful way each cell was loosing its energy. In just a few decades he would degrade, grow cold and end up feeding worms before he knew it, if this stupid body didn’t give up on him even sooner. After watching humans for so long, he’d seen just how easily they could break down, hell he’d even been the cause of a lot of them. He’d found it funny, how easily they can die off.