in celebration of mamamoo’s upcoming comeback and the this blog’s two year anniversary (in two days!!!!) i have decided to host a giveaway!
♡ rules ♡
old and new followers are welcomed to join the giveaway!
must love and support mamamoo ofc! ♡♡
you may like and reblog this post!
winner will be chosen with a random number generator.
there will only be one(1) winner! there will be two (2) winners!
you must have your inbox/messages open so i can contact you!
you must respond three (3) days after being notified, after this grace period a redraw will occur.
!!!this giveaway will end on July 17, 2017, 12 am EST!!!
♡ prize ♡
one winning moomoo will be allowed to chose any mamamoo album of their choosing as their prize. this can include:
hello (mostly likely red version as the pink version is impossible to find ;;)
purple (this may include just one type or both types as it is the upcoming album and it will have more preference in being picked as to support the girls this time around!)
you must also be mindful of whether supplies allow for a certain album (eg. if piano man is nowhere to be found then i cannot give piano man as a gift)
posters will not be included as they may complicate transactions and i would rather avoid that!
- OR -
the winning moomoo will be allowed to choose any mamamoo merch of their choosing as their prize. this can include:
concert goods such as the fan, stickers, paper doll
official merch such as the slogan, ball cap, face mask
the moobong (which i have not bought myself so i will tearfully give it if chosen ;;)
you must also be mindful of whether supplies allow for a certain good
!!!HOWEVER, an order cannot exceed $50 USD!!! (we can discuss which option is most doable!
chosen album or good will be sent directly from seller (website) to the winner so you must be comfortable giving your name and address!
the second winning moomoo will win a Purple mini album,(random type).
this second prize will be kindly provided by @ihatezensponytail
♡ ♡ ♡ this is my way of thanking you for both following this blog, supporting my writing and supporting mamamoo!! hopefully this giveaway will be able to show how much i have enjoyed running this blog and supporting mamamoo with you all! lets hope mamamoo keeps going forever and that we can be fans as long as they keep making music!! ♡ ♡ ♡
please participate!!! & if you have question feel free to send me a message!
okay but does anyone else check people out artistically? like instead of thinking “wow I’d tap that” you just intensely appreciate their appearance and sit there and “holy shit look at the curve of their spine and that POSTURE but then there’s the shape of their eyes and THEIR HANDS AND -” *snaps pencil in half*
also lowkey based off of some of the events that recently happened on ask-sincerely-memes so…
also can i say i love how i had to add connor’s name to my dictionary.
warnings: mentions of self harm, and just bad writing overall, i shouldnt write at 4 am
There was a certain magic about being awake at two in the morning in Evan’s home. The soft buzz of the television, playing some commercial for what felt like the fifteenth time on volume so low that it rivaled a whisper; the gentle light that stretched from the kitchen over the carpet of the dark living room; the soft snores that came from a certain Kleinman, who’d oh-so-gracefully threw himself onto the couch the moment he was able; and the statuesque way Connor sat, back pressed against the couch, waiting, his eyes drifting shut as sleep began to slip in and take hold. The patter of rain outside kept him awake, drops hitting against the window in the steady beat of nature’s music.
Then there was the softest whoosh of a door shutting upstairs, a thousand times louder to Connor than anything else. He didn’t move. Evan, he assumed - he had mumbled something about taking a shower earlier before slipping out of the room without another word. He shifted uncomfortably and began to regret declining Jared’s offer when he said he could move. Another stupid mistake for Connor, he thought - nothing out of the ordinary.
Eventually there was the sound of soft thumps down the stairs, and Connor jerked awake - not even quite aware that he’d began to doze off until that moment - at the sound of Evan stepping into the living room, as if it wasn’t Evan but someone else ready to fight tooth and nail with Connor over some bullshit mistake he swore he didn’t do-
But he froze. The pale light of the TV illuminating Evan’s face enough to see his cheeks had been stained with tears and the fact his eyes were puffy. Enough for Connor to see how Evan softly gasped at the sight of Connor being awake, fear etched into every essence of his being as he took the tiniest step back, an apology immediately stumbling from his lips as he tried to find words that kept twisting and breaking in his mind.
“Ev?” He managed to croak.
“I’m sorry,” were the first words, before everything crashed around him too quickly, pulling him under, “I didn’t - I just - I don’t- I’m sorry,” he repeated, words failing and breaking and choking him. “I just - I thought you were asleep andandand I just came down here to-”
That’s when Connor saw the bandages plastered over Evan’s wrist and arm in a messy way.