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[eternalsilxnce]

— ooc notice & tracker . 

Hey lovelies, this is just a short note to say that I’m painfully aware that my replies & starters are way overdue, but I hope you guys will understand if I do take a little longer to get to them because uni life has been getting quite stressful lately with all the assignments & looming deadlines. Nevertheless, I will try my best to work on them during my breaks ! Thank you for being so patient with my turtle slow replies and sporadic activity. I wish you all a great day / night ahead ♡

@hvvthvn @pxkasher @drxxjae @blckcrnx @kllivt @phliocalits

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@inxcandescent 

     Jimin would never forget the first time this little - okay, so not little but, adorable boy came into his shop, his box like smile brightening up the place brighter than any of the lights he’d strewn about the bakery that time. He had a sweet persona that Jimin was instantly attracted to, wanting to befriend him as Jimin more often than not did with any persons who were kind - but Taehyung just happened to be a bit more special than most.     

     Stuffing the boxes full again as best he could, Jimin crawled towards the run away plastic pumpkin that had rolled a bit behind the taller boy to grab it with a melodious chuckle. “I swear I’d lose my head if the thing wasn’t attached to my neck, aiiiish can’t take me anywhere really~” The words were mumbled with a hint of humor and a smile that didn’t falter when he moved to toss the pumpkin back into the box - warm brown eyes settling on Taehyungs lips and hands as he communicated. “Of course it is, you know me!” He chimed, the smile he was known for now all over his face to change his eye shapes into crescents as he nodded. He’d gotten a lot better at reading small sign and lips now, all thanks to Taehyung and the Jungkook boy at the noodle shop he knew. Poor kid, always sporting a bruise and what not, it broke his heart - enough to always send him off with free cupcakes. Speaking of free and breaking things. 

     “You should come try some of my new pumpkin cookies I made, Taehyung~. On the house! It’s the least I can do for bumping into you-” It certainly was a good thing Jimin was filthy stinking rich, the young baker gave away more stuff than was feasible for any company to survive - but that was the fun of owning your own business after all. Standing and picking up the boxes once more, Jimin adjusted them to look around the stack to the boy. “They’re shaped like pumpkins and everything!” 

Returning the little trinkets into their box, Taehyung could only shake his head in playful exasperation as the other spat forth an explanation for this usual occurrence. Time had passed, seasons changed, and yet there was a kindly charm about his companion that had proved to be a constant; unwavering he remained in his capacity to embrace others that were unlike him. That, and the undying fascination he had with festivities. “ Technically, everyone would lose their heads if it wasn't attached to their neck... ” A purposeful sigh is pushed into the air along with a short but amused look. “ I think all the excitement is hindering your ability to filter the words that leave your mouth. Doesn’t take much for one to know that you need to be diagnosed with one of those festive fevers again. ” Dusting his hands against worn-out jeans, the boy gathered his belongings and pushed himself up into a stand, waiting patiently by the side as the other worked to stack the repacked boxes.

“ Are you sure you aren’t just trying to get me to play guinea pig for your new creations? ” Question put forth, the twenty-one year old stands with arms akimbo, brows knotted in deep consideration for the offer that seemed just  a tad too generous for such a harmless and chance encounter.  “ Because it seems like something you would do, you know? Especially when you’re this entranced by all the pretty decorations. ”

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@inxcandescent 

     It was the most wonderful time of the year! Fall was here! That meant pumpkin cookies, pumpkin bread, cute ghost and goblin cupcakes and time to break out the plethora of decor Jimin had for his bakery. With two boxes stacked in his arms, the short baker was walking down the sidewalk getting ready to start the large project of turning Chim’s Cakes & Creations into a mini halloween world. As Jimin was more often than not lost in his own little world, it would be easy to understand to anyone who knew him how he didn’t see the much taller familiar customer around the corner, bumping into his back with a “Oof!”. Skeletons and pumpkins falling to the ground as both boxes tumbled out of his hold, Jimin blinked up at the boy with a quiet gasp.

    “Oh! I-I’m so sorry! Taehyung- I’m sorry are you okay?” He asked as he patted the boys arm before bending down to clean up his mess.

Fall, the boy thought, was simply beyond lovely. It had faded in quite slowly at first, temperatures dropping digits a day at a time before taking everyone by surprise because the trees were suddenly no longer boasting virescent hues of spring and summer, but a beautiful yet withering canopy of scarlet gold. Once verdure foliage now littered the streets, crushed underfoot as the boy wandered along the pavement with a restless smile curling his pale lips. Completely mesmerised by the beauty of death upon the trees, the boy could only react quite belatedly when his shoulder was clipped from the back, a couple of steps he stumbled forward in an attempt to regain his balance.

Common irritation was quickly displaced by a knowing chuckle once he laid eyes on the culprit of this harmless crime. Fingers curling around the strap of his bag, the boy drops it at his feet before crouching down with the other to lend a helping hand. “ I’m fine, ” he waved, but a finger he raised to gesture towards the generous mix of decorations lying cold on the ground before nodding in the direction of his friend’s bakery, his expression bordering somewhat upon mild incredulity. “ This… it’s all for your store? ”

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「 written for @jaellybean97 & continued from here 」

“Pr..Proud scared combo? So like.. Ah you mean when you give a speech and you’re like.. Oh gosh! I can’t do this so many people~ Mm.. But at the same time it’s like.. Ooh but I get to give a speech I did so good!” Jae continued to ramble a bit, trying to figure out exactly what you meant but out loud for you to hear as well. A soft chuckle escaping his lips when he felt he figured it out, head bobbing in a nod. “Mm I understand /that/ feeling!” 

A soft hum sought to escape chapped lips as hazel hues he refocused on the younger male before him. Head propped up lazily on an arm, the boy drummed slender fingers along his jaw, disapproval evident in knitted brows. Such displeasure however had been directed inwardly, unspoken annoyance at his own inability to ever comprehend the reality that the chef had spoken off. His fantasies did not align with a majority of the world, what more the dreams that plagued his ever-wandering mind. Hopes were constantly extinguished and soon gravitated dangerously close to wishful thinking for they were ones that proved unattainable— there was no way he could ever know what it was like speak, much less panic over delivering a speech. Smoothing a palm over his face, the boy endeavoured to dissipate his frustration with a deep sigh, a small smile appearing quickly to dance upon his lips.

“ Actually, I was thinking of something along the lines of coffee. ” Alternating his attention between the chef and the half-used paper before him, the boy continued to calligraph his explanation. “ It’s like I’m proud of being able to drink two to three cups of coffee a day and still manage to fall asleep. But on the other hand, I’m scared because it means that I’m left with no alternative drink to keep me awake on a daily basis… unless you can recommend one of course? ” Sliding the paper over, he leans back onto his seat amusedly before taking a slow sip from his cup of vanilla latte.

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…I was calm on the outside but thinking all the time.

A Clockwork Orange, Dir. Stanley Kubrick (via thequotejournals)

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You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

Franz Kafka, The Castle (via fyp-philosophy)

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@kllivt

so that was the problem- it wasn’t anything illegal! for a moment he had been sure in his thoughts that the other was acting suspicious, but to no avail. alas, he feels guilty for even thinking such things and he’s bowing his head in a silent apology now, teeth scraping over the swell of his lower lip as he reaches to receive the slip of paper with furrowed brows. “Ah.. well- I can still send you to my friend though if you’re willing.. or I could get you some oatmeal for an oatmeal bath and some aloe until you decide to go there– I-I mean it’s not much but I do hope that I can help you out to some extent. Trust me, I know all about sandflies and they are the absolute worst.” he scans over the paper with a mild smile which easily turns into a grimace at the though of how much the other must be suffering. “Come on, I’ll take you there now- best to do it now before it gets any worse.”

Bewilderment was always a strange thing. It leaves people reeling; chaotic thoughts swirling within as brows are pulled into a knit, their lips possibly curved in a paralysed grin. Then comes silence lumbering awkwardly in, gazes searching each other as the wind circles in. He blinks once, then twice, and a couple more times, but confusion remained fair upon his features— oh what a stubborn little thing. Holding up a finger to indicate a pause, the boy requested for a minute to type out his response.  “ It’ll be great if you can show me the way, but just indulge me in one question. An oatmeal bath? I’m not doubting your knowledge, but seriously. An oatmeal bath? Is that even a genuine treatment? Because— and please don’t take offence, but it sounds a little questionable to me. ” The twenty-one year old was familiar with various methods of cure, even cringe-worthy remedies like the ones he had seen on the television— leach treatment and maggot debridement therapy weren’t even at the top of the list, but this was definitely a first.     “ Because there’s no way I’m bathing in a tub full of cereal. It’s just sounds so... strange. ” Handing the phone over to the elder promptly, the boy looked on with meek incredulity.

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@drxxjae

He couldn’t help but laugh, the response delayed long enough for Taehyung to finish writing, as if Jaejin was watching a subtitled film.  He shoved at the other slightly, both hands reaching to ruffle at Taehyung’s hair.

“ My writing isn’t that bad! You’re too naughty today.  I think you must be in a good mood… did my inspiring presence give your world some much needed sunshine? ”

“ You wish— ” He shoots the elder a playful glare before combing stray strands back into place, mock annoyance he deliberately lets wash over his features. “ If your presence is so inspiring, world peace would have already been achieved… ” His words are mischievous, expression even more so as he finishes the written piece with his trademark grin. “ Perhaps you need to work on that aura a bit more. That, and your slowly improving handwriting. ”

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@drxxjae

[ kkt 》태형 ] it’s not being observant ㅋㅋ keep thinking that                    alright, fine…                    are you staying over or are you really just bringing food?                    the apartment’s kinda messy don’t complain-

[ kkt 》의사 형 ]  [ kkt ] I can’t promise I won’t complain  [ kkt ] But I will formulate a response once I assess the level of chaos...ㅋㅋ  [ kkt ] Hmm. I’m bringing food + myself, so a spontaneous sleepover can definitely be                            arranged— [ kkt ] I’m sure I can fit into some of your clothes…? ㅎㅎ

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i had s t r i n g s  to hold me down, to make me fret, to make me f r o w n   ——————–    do you feel that? that’s your body breaking down at the mere thought of her. memory is a vacuum, siphoning off the glimmer in your soul until all that is left is the menacing darkness and oppressive silence she’s brought. but don’t forget she is the sun as well as the moon, she can warm and mend your bones after breaking them. now, aren’t you wishing that you had her to help you live?   ————–  i had s t r i n g s but now i’m f r e e 

                              there are no STRINGS on me.

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Some hearts understand each other even in silence.

Yasmine Mogahed (via hxxthxnchxf)

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@strvtofcrocodiles​

 H I S arms were crossed when the man did not obey the simple order he had given him. It was annoying moments like these that made the detective wish he could recklessly point a gun at a civilian, but law forbade any such action even towards the lowest of low. The boy beside him only confirmed his speculations of the man not seeming drunk at all. “You could have just respected yourself and left quietly”, came out as an annoyed groan from Yoonsoo’s lips as he reached for the handcuffs he carried with him. “You have no idea how much paperwork I’ll have to do because of you.” A click followed, and the drunk man was put into one of the cuffs, which he conveyed his annoyance with exaggerated gestures.

It was then that he turned his gaze to the young man once again. “Tell me if you’d like to press charges.Anyhow, he’ll regret having disturbed my break and being such a public nuisance.” Yoonsoo clicked his tongue when the words fell. He was not one to joke around, especially not in such a matter.

Satisfaction curls frighteningly at his lips as he watches the scene unfold before him with muted glee. The male’s wrists are forced into cuffs, a string of protests bleeding futilely from his lips as he began to realise the severity of his self-proclaimed speech for justice. Amidst the incessant rambling of excuses, of pleads if he could phrase it in better terms, the boy’s struggling to comprehend the complicated mix of feelings residing within — it felt absolutely delightful to have his harasser put in place, yet there was a undertone of guilt, a habitual feeling of a need to apologise for the trouble caused. You’re not at fault for calling him out, you’re not in the wrong for being honest— Tanned fingers curling firmly around the hem of his shirt, the boy musters the courage to remain steadfast in his belief; strangers like that man were clearly living their lives in a way that begged them to be taught a lesson.

Attention reverting back to the detective, Taehyung shook his head rather quickly though it was an action carried out very much against his will. “ Would it cost me money if I were to press charges? Because if that’s the case, I’d rather not do it… ” he pauses, eyes glancing towards the little pool of donations collected from his busking earlier. “ Perhaps you could just lock him in one of those cells back at the station for a night or so? It’ll probably do something to teach him a lesson. Anything would be better than letting him go free almost immediately.” The boy is somewhat ignorant about the operations of the law, so he looks to the officer in hopes of gaining some sort of advice.

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I’m a very bad influence.

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Tagged by: @hxxthxnchxf​ ( thank you for tagging me love, t’was an absolute delight to do ♡ ) Tagging : @no-zomi @amxngthxstxrs ( isabella ) @drxxjae @chcshirc @baebsuzx @oculvus @jxniel @pandoraboa @kllivt @xseagukk ( and whoever else wants to ! )

[    ] smoked [ x ] consumed alcohol [ x ] slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex [ x ] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex [    ] kissed someone of the same sex [    ] had sex [ x ] had someone in your room other than family [    ] watched porn [    ] bought porn [    ] tried drugs TOTAL: 4

[ x ] taken painkillers [ x ] taken someone else’s prescription medicine [ x ] lied to your parents [ x ] lied to a friend [ x ] snuck out of the house [ x ] done something illegal [ x ] felt hurt [ x ] hurt someone [ x ] wished someone to die [ x ] seen someone die TOTAL: 10

[ x ] missed curfew [ x ] stayed out all night [    ] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself [ x ] been to a therapist [    ] received a ticket [    ] been to rehab [ x ] dyed your hair [    ] been in an accident [    ] been to a club [ x ] been to a bar TOTAL: 5

[    ] been to a wild party [    ] been to a Mardi Gras parade [    ] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night [    ] had a spring break in Florida [    ] sniffed anything [    ] wore black nail polish [ x ] wore arm bands [ x ] wore t-shirts with band names [ x ] listened to rap TOTAL: 3

[    ] dressed gothic [    ] dressed girly [    ] dressed punk [ x ] dressed grunge [ x ] stole something [ x ] been too drunk to remember anything [ x ] blacked out [ x ] fainted [    ] had a crush on a neighbour TOTAL: 5

[    ] had a crush on a friend [ x ] been to a concert [    ] dry-humped someone; been dry humped [    ] been called a slut [    ] called someone a slut. [    ] installed speakers in a car [ x ] broken a mirror [ x ] showered at someone of the opposites sex’s house [ x ] brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush TOTAL: 4

[    ] considered Ludacris your favorite rapper? [ x ] seen an R-rated movie [ x ] cruised the mall [ x ] skipped school [    ] had surgery [ x ] had an injury [    ] gone to court [    ] walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping [ x ] caught something on fire. [ x ] lied about your age TOTAL: 6

[ x ] owned/rented an apartment/house [    ] broke the law in the police’s presence [    ] made out with someone who had a GF/BF [ x ] got in trouble with the police [ x ] talked to a stranger [    ] hugged a stranger [    ] kissed a stranger [ x ] rode in the car with a stranger [ x ] been harassed [ x ] been verbally harassed TOTAL: 6

[    ] met face-to-face with someone you met online [ x ] stayed online for 5+ hours straight [    ] talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight [ x ] watched TV for 5 hours straight [ x ] been to a fair [    ] been called a bad influence [    ] drank and drove [    ] prank-called someone [    ] laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex [ x ] cheated on a test TOTAL: 4

GRAND TOTAL: 47

If you have 00-10 … write [I’m a goody-goody] If you have 11-20 … write [I’m still a goody-goody] If you have 21-30 … write [I’m average] If you have 31-40 … write [I’m a bad kid] If you have 41-50 … write [I’m a very bad influence] If you have 51-60 … write [I’m a horrible person] If you have 61-70 … write [I should be in jail] If you have 71-80 … write [I should be dead] If you have 81-90 … write [I got a ticket to Hell]

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@amxngthxstxrs

isabella had only met a handful of people in her lifetime that were deaf or partially deaf, like her. she’d met only a few dozen more that weren’t impaired of hearing but knew how to sign, usually in event that they had family or close friends that were deaf. so it wasn’t odd for her to be alone, because even though she could still hear out of her left ear, she’d learned long ago how to just tune out the outside world, and as much as she enjoyed sound, there were times where she preferred the silence of her own mind. and as much as she loved meeting said people, she definitely was not bold enough to make the move and introduce herself first, because there had been a few occasions where she’d done exactly that and had read all the signs wrong and it turned out to be a lot more awkward than she’d planned for.

so when isabella finally looks up from her book to peek back over at the boy to see him standing directly in front of her, it causes her to jump slightly and she gulps, a blush quickly rising to her cheeks. her eyes immediately divert to his hand which was now raised to his side as he signed out his words and she glances down momentarily before raising her own hand in response. ‘no, i guess i am not.’ her eyes easily track the next words and she blinks, furrowing her brows and her eyes fall down to the book in his hands as he waves it in front of him. before she has time to even respond, he’s signing out something else and when she catches glimpse of what he said, she can’t help but to give a small smile at the irony of his words. nodding her head, she motions to the seat in front of her. ‘of course, be my guest. may i ask what you’re reading?’

“ The Tenderness of Wolves, ” he signs, leaning over to gently dust away leaves that had been occupying the seat before claiming the now empty space. Book propped ever so carefully upon his lap, the boy sees that he must continue. “ I don’t suppose you’ve heard of it before? It’s rather old— published about ten years ago I believe. It’s about a murder mystery, but I’m only halfway in so, you don’t have to worry about me spoiling it should you be interested to give it a read yourself. ” There’s a childlike chuckle bubbling from within, albeit a little airy, it was entirely indicative of an absence of anxiety and perhaps, genuine surprise at how freely the words were coming to him. When one has been devoid of the need to speak, whether it be good or bad, he grows accustomed to letting others take the wheel. It mattered little to him that others thought of him as aloof, after all, he’d rather maintain a good distance from those who were eager to judge. It was absolutely rare for him to approach a stranger, but familiarity it seems has urged him onward and so here he is.

“ What about you? Is the book you’re reading worth a recommendation? I could surely use with a couple more titles to add to my reading list; autumn is upon us after all and so is the most perfect time to read. ” Leaning back against the wooden seat, the boy angles himself towards his acquaintance, a single leg he folds beneath him as he looks to her patiently in anticipation of a response. Curiosity however is never so considerate, it’s gnawing at the marrow of his bones; a dormant restlessness he feels awakening and the boy clasps his fingers together in a last-ditch attempt to conceal his questions. He didn’t want to appear overly inquisitive or fascinated by their chance encounter — the universe was rarely so lazy with coincidences after all, so much so that sacrificing his insatiable curiosity for a possible friendship seemed like the most reasonable choice to make. I wonder if she’s unable to speak like me…

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@fengpcy​

Chanyeol’s company isn’t very big, which means that he knows all of his employees by name and doesn’t hire new people very frequently. When he does he tries to be as careful as possible about it; he quite likes the atmosphere, and doesn’t want to give a job to anyone who’s going to tear that down. But at the same time, at his heart of hearts, he’s softer than most people would assume.

Especially towards people he can sympathize with.

Of course he can’t hire anyone just out of pity, and that’s not the case with the new boy either. He will  have a real job to take care of, intern or not- but indeed, after learning about his condition Chanyeol was slightly more biased to hire him under him.

Finally someone who could communicate with him in his native tongue in his own darn company.

Chanyeol is out meeting a client when the boy is supposed to come in, so he misses the first few hours of his day and when he makes it back it’s already lunch time. But Chanyeol is curious, and can’t even attempt to hide that, making his way towards the corner of the office where the internet should be hiding, somewhere. Doing… something. Chanyeol isn’t quite certain what he might have been made to do on his first day; maybe just memorize some core information about the company? Maybe? It’s been a while since he last initiated anybody. He knows he gives off quite the capable boss vibe, with his slacks, button down and dress shoes, but he also hopes that his rolled up sleeves and a friendly smile will help soften some of his edges. He doesn’t want to intimidate the kid- that’s just not the kind of boss that he is.

He raps on the door with his knuckles, fully aware that the boy does have decent hearing, to draw attention to himself, and only then does he sign his greeting. ‘How’s it going?’

A soft groan slips out from between his lips as he averts his gaze to the window, attention captured momentarily by the bird upon its sill. It was a welcomed distraction, a very timely one indeed for one could be certain that he almost misses the freedom he so enthusiastically signed away when he applied for this internship. Regret was still a stranger in these parts, but dread it seems, has become an inevitable acquaintance. T’was not the difficultly of the tasks entrusted to him that extinguished his vigour, but the way they seemed to spill over his desk and carry on forever. It’s been three hours, three long and excruciating hours of sorting and keying in data and the end is somehow still nowhere in sight. Carding aching fingers through his hair, the boy takes to rolling his shoulders in an attempt to drive the fatigue away. Just one more hour, he catches himself chanting, eyes watching the second hand drag itself lazily around the clock. One more hour till a break.

The boy’s just about to dive right back into his mammoth of a task when a series of knocks upon his door demanded his full attention. Eyes wide, Taehyung’s evidently flustered when he registers the identity of his visitor. Rising from his chair at record speed, the boy offered a quick bow before greeting the man with a sign he hoped would be adequate.

“ Sir. It’s definitely different from what I had expected— in the best way of course. I hadn’t expected to be given such a big task on my first day, but it’s been great so far— I know the state of my desk is not exactly the best testimony, but I’d like to think that I’m coping well. ” Reply delivered, Taehyung finds himself mirroring his superior’s smile, albeit a little sheepishly as he realised just how much he’d rambled. His boss did not seem to be the type to mind, but until he was merited with a response, the boy could only hope that his observations would hold true. “ Is there something else that you’d like me to do? ”

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I am glad that I was able to make you happy by just saying some words. To be very honest, I've never been so attracted to silence before I met you. I hope you pass on that smile that you have!

“ But they weren’t just words, were they? They were pretty words, ones that were filled to the brim with meaning and topped off beautifully with your sincerity. Silence does have a mysterious quality to it after all, I’m surprised you haven’t taken to it before you encountered me, ” the boy punctuates his written sentence with quiet laughter. “ But since you’ve discovered such an attraction, do allow me to be your source of comfort should you need some silence to be around. And yes, I’d surely pass on the smile that I have. I’m actually hoping that I’ve passed it on to you. ”