i will go skydiving

8:52 (a drabble)

‘so this is the end…’ daehyun thought to himself, propped up against one of the pillars in this rundown warehouse. his eyes moved over the bodies strewn about, those of the authorities that had ambushed them, and those of his friends, his family, and just as his eyes began to close, there was movement. just across from him, jongup was stirring, throwing youngjae’s arm off of himself as if it were a nuisance, as if youngjae hadn’t died mourning him. daehyun’s hand moved before he registered what he was seeing, fingers twitching, arm reaching for the gun lying on the ground next to him. jongup stood, shook himself off, and sauntered over to where daehyun sat.

reaching him, jongup kicked daehyun’s propped up leg so it fell to the ground and daehyun could tell he was enjoying this. as jongup crouched down to eye level with daehyun, daehyun glanced at the gun in his own grip and slowly brought it up to point at jongup’s chest. jongup grabbed the gun and easily turned it around, aiming it towards daehyun’s neck, both their fingers on the trigger. their eyes met, daehyun’s own, filled with tears and a single question. ‘why?’ jongup’s lips formed a chilling smirk, reading daehyun well enough after all these years. jongup’s eyes though, were filled with….nothing. there wasn’t a reason, and daehyun wasn’t sure whether that hurt more or less.

the last thing daehyun saw before jongup pulled the trigger was jongup’s eyes, empty at the thought of having just gotten what was supposed to be his family killed.

  • Chloe: Maybe I die. Skydiving explosion. And then you go and marry Max. And it makes me sad. But if she’s gonna be with somebody, I’d like it to be you.
  • Warren: Strange, but sweet.
  • Chloe: Only, I didn’t really die. I was faking it. And I come back. I spy on you from my red Corvette. And I’m planning to kick your ass, but I see how happy you make her. And I have to walk away. I have to. And I do. Slowly. In a rainstorm.
  • Kate: Okay, this isn’t really in the spirit of what we’re trying to do…
  • Chloe: But as time goes by it eats away at me. You’re out living it up with my girlfriend. And I’m alone, in a cave. Training.
  • Victoria: Anyone else want to chime in?
  • Chloe: I thought you were my friend… I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!
  • Ashlyn: Maybe you’ll marry Ali. Maybe I die. Skydiving explosion. And then you go and marry Ali. And it makes me sad. But if she’s gonna be with somebody, I’d like it to be you.
  • Christen: Strange, but sweet.
  • Ashlyn: Only, I didn’t really die. I was faking it. And I come back. I spy on you from my red Corvette. And I’m planning to kick your a**, but I see how happy you make her. And I have to walk away. I have to. And I do. Slowly. In a rainstorm.
  • Ashlyn: But as time goes by it eats away at me. You’re out living it up with my wife. And I’m alone, in a cave. Training.
  • Ashlyn: I thought you were my friend…I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!
  • Kirito: Maybe I die. Skydiving explosion. And then you go and marry Asuna. And it makes me sad. But if she’s gonna be with somebody, I’d like it to be you.
  • Lisbeth: Strange, but sweet.
  • Kirito: Only, I didn’t really die. I was faking it. And I come back. I spy on you from my red Corvette. And I’m planning to kick your ass, but I see how happy you make her. And I have to walk away. I have to. And I do. Slowly. In a rainstorm.
  • Silica: Okay, this isn’t really in the spirit of what we’re trying to do…
  • Kirito: But as time goes by, it eats away at me. You’re out living it up with my girlfriend. And I’m alone, in a cave. Training.
  • Sinon: Anyone else want to chime in?
  • Kirito: I thought you were my friend, Lis… I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND.

Lance: Maybe I die. Skydiving explosion. And then you go and marry Keith. And it makes me sad. But if he’s gonna be with somebody, I’d like it to be you.

Hunk: Strange, but sweet.

Lance: Only, I didn’t really die. I was faking it. And I come back. I spy on you from my red Corvette. And I’m planning to kick your ass, but I see how happy you make him. And I have to walk away. I have to. And I do. Slowly. In a rainstorm.

Pidge: Okay, this isn’t really in the spirit of what we’re trying to do…

Lance: But as time goes by, it eats away at me. You’re out living it up with my boyfriend. And I’m alone, in a cave. Training.

Shiro: Anyone else want to chime in?

Lance: I thought you were my friend… I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND.

Dolan Twins Preference//Their Type

Disclaimer: This is just an opinion, and I’m not actually sure what their type would be like so please don’t take this too seriously.

Grayson:  I can imagine Grayson and his future girlfriend having a very playful relationship. Like he’d say or do something a little dumb (mainly on purpose) and she’d roll her eyes and retort back with a comment of her own. That being said, she’d have to be very open to banter and be very lighthearted. I also think that maybe she’d be a little sarcastic as well. Along with that she might even be a bit of a daredevil, and not be afraid to go skydiving or bungee jumping. I can imagine her taking Grayson on a date to go skydiving and then teasing him because he’d be a little scared still. I can also imagine her rolling her eyes at his and Ethan’s antics, but always helping them clean up afterward. She also definitely not mind the attention that their relationship would get from the fans, but she wouldn’t love it either. She’d overall just be really chill about the whole thing. I can also see Grayson with a girl maybe one or two years older than him possibly.

Ethan: I can imagine Ethan with a shorter, cute kind of girl who’s one of those girls who are really short and adorable but have a lot of energy to make up for it. She’d probably be really quirky, and would get excited over the smallest of things, which I think Ethan would love. She’d definitely be an animal lover, and be the type of girl who stalks puppies and kittens on Instagram as well. I can also imagine him really liking it when a girl wears oversized, knitted sweaters as well. They’d probably start off as friends, and Ethan would see her as cute from the start, but then he’d ask her out on a date and she’d get all dressed up and would just ultimately stun him with how gorgeous she would look. She’d probably be a lowkey romantic as well, and would love reading romantic novels. She’d also introduce Ethan to the world of chic-flics which he would pretend to hate, even though he actually wouldn’t mind them. And I think even though she’d have this good girl vibe she’d surprise everyone by having a really mature or maybe even dirty sense of humor. Everyone in the fandom would honestly love her though, and think of her as a Queen (including Ethan ofc) And omg giggles for days

I’m an introvert. I get nervous at social-gatherings. When you get turnt and lit at clubs, I turn my pain into casual literature. I am a picture. You are a party. My insecurities scare me. Your insecurities, you wear them like a badge. I’m quiet, but I talk to myself often. You can talk to everyone, but still not know me. I am a shield. You are a sword. I’d much rather be at Barnes & Noble. You’d much rather be the life of the party. Or beer pong, at least. I can’t hold my liquor. I don’t smoke weed, anymore. Your kidneys don’t exist. I feel shy. You go skydiving and you’re not afraid to die. I’m an introvert, so can you still be my friend? Don’t pretend. I can tell. The thing about us introverts; I’d like to think we’re keen. We see in between your lies and seek the truth in your eyes. We stay in the dark often enough to make friends with our shadows. We’re comfortable with this darkness. You are not. Lies became beautiful and we see them as art of the truthful heart. I can see your mask as you shake my hand. I may be 22, but I’ve seen more friends leave than more friends stay. True colors. I may be in the bookstore. Or alone on a bench that’s facing the beach. Or on my phone at the party. It’s still fun in my little, tiny head. I may look thoughtless and mindless, but I’m thoughtful and mindful. You may laugh at me for being weird, but you’re just as weird with your obnoxious laugh after a beer or two. I run from my thoughts, but it’s still exciting. So! Hi! I’m an introvert! I write poems about her. I’m hurting and I question my worth on this lonely and lively rock. Quite often.
—  #534 - to my lovely introverts, i know you’re reading
  • Ash: Maybe I die. Skydiving explosion. And then you go and marry Serena. And it makes me sad. But if she’s gonna be with somebody, I’d like it to be you.
  • Clemont: Strange, but sweet.
  • Ash: Only, I didn’t really die. I was faking it. And I come back. I spy on you from my red Corvette. And I’m planning to kick your ass, but I see how happy you make her. And I have to walk away. I have to. And I do. Slowly. In a rainstorm.
  • Bonnie: Okay, this isn’t really in the spirit of what we’re trying to do…
  • Ash: But as time goes by it eats away at me. You’re out living it up with my wife. And I’m alone, in a cave. Training.
  • Bonnie: Anyone else want to chime in?
  • Ash: I thought you were my friend… I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!