also available in black, the senna romper has a hippie vibe with it’s bell-bottom flared legs, tie-style top, and cutout tummy. pair it with your fave platform sandals or clogs and dance the night away at a summer wedding or event!!
Genre: Angst, but a happy ending; Soulmate!AU where
you lose color vision when you meet your soulmate
Pairing: Hoseok X Reader
Word Count: 3.3K
color is this?”
over at the thing your mother is pointing at, and shake your head at it in
You say, tugging her away from the hideously colored, zesty orange scarf, “That is gonna look absolutely terrible on you—don’t buy it.”
Your mother rolls her eyes, still letting you guide her to the… safer section of the store, “It’s not
like your Dad’s going to mind, sweetheart.”
You shrug defeatedly, “That’s because Dad can’t see how hideous the color is. I still can.”
you for the sentiment, honey.”
The two of
you share a private grin, before your mother hums delicately and busies herself
looking through racks and racks of shirts, feeling the material absently. You
only watch, noting to yourself sadly how she frowns confusedly at certain
shirts of the same design, but different colors. You sigh then, propelling
one.” You push the plum colored shirt back onto the rack, and press the maroon
one into her hands, “It suits you better.”
you sweetheart.” She says gratefully, smiling gently at you, “What on earth
would I do without you?”
myself that every day.” You mutter to yourself as you watch her make for the
changing rooms, “Indeed, what would you do?”
you take out your phone, trying to preoccupy yourself with one of your apps so
that you can pass the time away. No matter how much you play, though, you can’t
get your mind off your mother’s predicament.
earth would people actively look for their soulmates, if their vision turns
grey the second they do? What on earth would possess them, for them to do that?
It doesn’t…it just doesn’t make sense.
comes back, by then, clothes bundled up in the shopping bag. You take it from
her and, sighing at the ugly orange scarf at the bottom of the pile, make your
way to the cash counter with her so that you can pay.
the countertop idly as your mom exchanges pleasantries with some guy behind the
computer. You don’t look up, not until your mom nudges at you to hand her
wallet over. Fishing it out, you present it to her, before lazily trailing your
eyes upward, locking on surprised cocoa brown ones, before everything turns
I had a dream last night that Tic Tac released new extra large orange flavored Tic Tacs that were as big as a watermelon and their commercial tagline was “Now you don’t have to worry about food when you bottom!” and I thought it was genius.
And here we see @why-animals-do-the-thing stealing all my spotlight by reblogging one of my posts, the fiend. The small orange node in the bottom left is my root post, the huge node in the middle is them. It’s like an accretion disk of popularity.
Curse you, blackguard! How dare you reblog my post and generate me more views! Just kidding, I love you forever.