#❁┆0824

[benayoung]

* ❁┆eat sand

nayoung hasn't been to the beach in ages. the last time was probably when she was a child, and she had a figure skating competition in florida. her family took an extra day to spend at the beach opposed to going home right away. she was so excited back then. she was rarely afforded vacations, even back then.

and of course, she's still not. the closest thing nayoung will come to a beach is sr media's beach set. when she relaxes on one of the lounge chairs and closes her eyes, though, she can almost imagine herself on a real one. maybe if she plays some ocean sounds on her phone the immersion will be better.

she's taken enough of a break, though. she snaps a picture of herself before she moves, giving the camera her best sultry look. she checks the picture on her phone afterwards, and hums in consideration. it's okay, but nayoung is a perfectionist, so that's not good enough. she needs to take beach selfies worthy of being the kpopsapphic twitter's most liked tweet of the week. nevermind that she's a straight girl. she knows her audience.

after a few more attempts, she decides the lighting is to blame, and gets up to try a different location.

as she looks around, she spots kou eating...sour candy on a beach chair? she's pretty sure she saw the prop bag laying around earlier. she remembers thinking it was an odd choice, so - when he pours grains of something out of the bag into his mouth, she is so sure it's sand.

she really should just leave him to it, but she's honestly at such a loss that she can't help but go over to him. "dude, are you like...okay?" it's not very ladylike of her, and she tries to appear ladylike to most acquaintances, but whatever. this is a special circumstance and she knows kou won't give a shit. she also suspects he'll have no fucking idea why she's asking him that.

❁┆@kouxbe

[benayoung]

nayoung is going through a bit of an antisocial period these days.

maybe she's become more of an introvert than she thought, and spending so much time interacting with people every day during next gen wore her out and made her never want to speak again.

that's definitely dramatic, but life since next gen has just been a cycle of training, go home, game sometimes, work at the convenience store over the weekend sometimes, repeat. it's a fine life for nayoung. she loves her job, and knows better than to expect life to always be fun. if anything, her entire life has been dedicated to working hard, with enjoying life always taking a back seat. it's just normal.

she worked the early morning shift at the convenience store today, went home and took a nap, and then decided if she was going to be at home doing nothing she might as well just train more.

so here she is, running through the choreography she learned yesterday, considering choreographing her own, just for fun. luciel catches her when she takes a moment to sit down, drink some water, and check the notifications on her phone.

she promptly looks up at him. she hasn't spoken to him since next gen. honestly, she's nearly forgotten which contestants were signed to which company now. it feels like ages ago now.

she's quiet for a moment, but she notices he has a whole extra bento box, apparently intended for her. sure, she could use some food, and it would be rude to turn him down, wouldn't it?

"sure," she agrees with a soft smile. "thank you."

sunday meal starter for @benayoung

for luciel, his sundays never has a fixed routine. sometimes he’s at church, or sometimes he’s at home, studying of the sorts. though, something new has entered his life recently: training. he loses much of his training time from attending university classes, so practicing on sundays is normally a good day for him to catch up and to keep himself busy.

sooner or later, he comes to recognise faces who’d train even on a sunday. one of them is nayoung, who he hasn’t spoke to since nextgen. he’ll see her face every once in a while, and that was it. he has heard much about her 'ice queen' personality, but considering how much she has assisted him during the program, he thought of a little surprise (that he hopes that it doesn’t comes off as strong) to express his appreciation for her. that, and to get closer to her as fellow trainees.

and so, he catches nayoung one sunday after having solo practicing for a while. he’ll look in to make sure she’s having her breaktime first, not wanting to disrupt her precious time. she’s older than him after all. “nayoung onee— noona,” he begins as he comes in the practice room. luciel still finds it a little hilarious that he almost used japanese honorifics again. “working hard i see. want a snack?” his usual charming smile curls on his lips, holding two bento boxes that he made. they were really simple and healthy: two onigiris with tuna filling, egg salad and some greens. it’s pretty cute too since he added tiny star food picks. “i made too much this morning, and i was wondering if you would like to have some."

[liteee]

comf

[aashiquidreams]

Last night, I found myself in a dream where my bedroom was not quite my own, but somehow it felt intimately familiar. In this bedroom were two beds: one, the bed I know in waking life, and another, a beautiful bed in a different style, dressed in white sheets and pillows that seemed to whisper of past warmth. This bed was mine too, and I carefully moved it around the room, searching for the perfect place for it. But no matter where I placed it, it was clear that it belonged where it had originally stood, its beauty fully revealed, standing out in a way that felt right.

As the dream unfolded, I found myself sharing this bed with a man who has lingered in my thoughts for far longer than I expected. He appeared and reappeared, sometimes alone, waiting for me in bed, and at other moments, we were together, the energy between us, charged with unexpressed emotions and meaningful looks. He held me in his arms, his beautiful green eyes staring into mine as he kissed me and smiled. In those fragments of the dream, we were so happy—wrapped in intimacy and warmth, our smiles reflecting a deep connection.

This man, who once made my heart race and my thoughts tangle, recently reached out to me after eight months of silence, a gap created by the natural course of our lives. His return stirred emotions I thought had faded away. Yes, he had been on my mind a month ago, and I had even written about him. But hearing his voice when he contacted me reignited feelings I thought I had moved on from, leaving me both thrilled and intrigued.

Given that the dream dominated my thoughts today, I decided to analyze it to make sense of this connection. From the day I met him, he has appeared in my dreams from time to time, always with such an intense presence that when I wake up, it feels as though we have truly been together, even during the eight months we haven’t seen or spoken to each other.

The two beds in my dream seem to represent different layers of my existence—one grounded in the present, the life I live now, and the other a symbol of a deeper, perhaps unfulfilled longing. The extra bed, with its inviting comfort and beauty, reflects the emotional space that still belongs to him—a space I hadn’t realized I was holding onto deep inside.

Psychologically, this dream speaks to the unresolved feelings that lie beneath the surface, emotions that have remained dormant but are now resurfacing. The act of moving the bed around, only to place it back where it was, mirrors my inner struggle to find where these feelings fit into my life. Do I keep them as a beautiful memory, or do they still have a place in my present and future?

Spiritually, this dream hints at a connection that goes beyond time and space. It feels like a dance between the past and the present, a reminder of the soul connections that shape us and the lessons they bring. His return, seemingly out of nowhere, feels like the universe nudging me to pay attention, to recognize that some connections are meant to reappear—perhaps to guide us further along our paths or to rekindle something that never truly faded.

The attraction between us, the magnetic pull I feel in his presence, is undeniable. His beautiful green eyes, intense gazes, and captivating smile linger in my mind, echoing the warmth of our shared laughter. Each memory of him feels like a gentle whisper, stirring feelings that are as vibrant today as they were in those cherished moments we shared. There’s a part of me that wonders if this is fate’s way of bringing us back together or simply a reminder of a chapter that’s not yet closed.

The dream leaves me with an intense longing, a desire deepened by how much I ache for his presence in waking life—the warmth of his body close to mine, the sound of his voice, and the way he awakened something deep inside me. It also evokes the feeling that there’s more to this story than I’ve allowed myself to explore. It invites reflection, not just on the connection we shared but on the possibilities that might still lie ahead. Now, as the night stretches way past midnight, the emotions from last night’s dream still linger, as they always do whenever he appears. Sometimes, these feelings take days to fade. I can’t help but wonder if there’s something deeper at play—perhaps astral traveling or even telepathy, connecting us in ways I don’t fully understand. It’s an idea that intrigues me, something I plan to explore more closely. Whether this dream hints at something more or is simply a beautiful memory meant to stay with me, only time will tell…

[legomaniaisbored]

This is the armored core 3 protagonist’s canonical name (The AI that rules the underground society you live in refers to the player character by this in an email.)

0824-FK3203. The name given to them by The Controller (aka Dove in the Japanese version). At least presumably. “What about the Pilot name you give them?” You say, well. If we’re saying Pilot names are their actual name and not a call sign, why would ANY parent name their child “Street Enemy” or “Sweet Sweeper”

[succhinoallapesca]

Di cose belle e non distrarsi

[bejoomi]

* ♪ – die singing

joomi signed up for the live singing workshop with a little hesitation. for one, joomi's free practice time is very important to him. he uses it to write songs, either by himself or alongside ren and dohyun, and sure, they usually all stay after training is done for the day to write, too, but it's nice to have the room to breathe during the day, too.

for two, it sounded like it would be kind of intense. but it's only for a month, and he's training to be an idol - not just a songwriter or producer, so he bites the bullet and does it.

and it is intense. it's like typical singing and dance training on steroids. lots of advice on technique and building stamina, and then lots of actually building stamina, like today, where their evil and terrible coach is making them sing while running on the treadmill in studio delta's gym.

joomi is sure it's an effective strategy. you have to breathe properly, and you're moving as much as they'll ever move on stage when they perform. it's just also hard. joomi wasn't a very active person prior to his time in delta, and he's gotten a lot better in the past year, but not good enough for this.

joomi takes comfort in the fact that it seems like everyone in the workshop kind of wants to roll over and die. when their coach finally gives them some time to breathe, joomi basically crawls over to stevie and dramatically drapes himself over him. "stevie...i think this is the end..." he jokingly laments. mostly jokingly, anyway. he does kind of feel like death.

– @bexstevie

[berebecca]

time river / waterbomb with @bexria.

hanging out with ria after all these years, as adults no less, feels equally as familiar and as it does foreign to rebecca. it's easy to lean on nostalgia, old memories and inside jokes from bygone years, formed on the rug in her grandparents' living room, the one they only got rid of a year or so ago, while their parents caught up in the other room.

but that was a long time ago, and rebecca isn't the same anymore. seeing her friend is as refreshing as it is painful; ria reminds her of a girl that rebecca considered long gone.

"it's so weird that we're here together, but i'm glad we are," she says, meaning it, leaning up against the bar at the back of the audience. rebecca sips on her beer, hands ria's order to her. one round of drinks for two people is as much as rebecca can afford at the minute if she wants to get a waterbomb shirt later, but she's happy to spend the money on ria. affection isn't easy for her, except for like this.

"that being said, if you splash me, you're dead." a mischievous smile creeps over the lip of rebecca's cup.

[miss-mairatrix]

Happy Birthday, Lan JingYi (Uploaded via Twitter in 2022)

[benayoung]

* ❁┆catching up

if there's one thing jindallae will do, it's cook way too much food.

he asked her if she wanted anything to eat, and she said nothing too heavy. that was her mistake. she should've just said no, i'm good, but knowing him, he might've cooked something for her anyway.

it leads them to now, sitting at a table in jindallae's restaurant after-hours, a pile of japchae, seafood, and vegetables in front of her. she's eating it, because she doesn't like wasting food, but she knows she'll have so much left. she'll bring it home and eat it tomorrow too, which is probably why jindallae did it.

"so, what's new with you?" she starts, unceremoniously slurping a noodle into her mouth. there's nothing new going on for nayoung, really. just her endless cycle of training. she went to see her dad over the short vacation sr media gave her after next gen, but she doesn't think there's much worth sharing about that, either. not that she would even if there was.

❁┆@jindallaebe

[cvtvrsisz]

calmaste mi ansiedad cuando yo estuve entre la bruma

y no te fuiste de aquí

[buglyknight]

1401) All my ducks are green

It's a full moons smile

My rib cage is gleaming

Giggling in the shower at

GOOOOOOP MORGIN!!!

Crack the bone

Like glowsticks

Yet it feels as though

All my ducks are green

I search shaded corners

For a black hole

In the pocket

Morning moans a sigh

Touch Bug delights

A blessing upon

Furrowed brows

Baggy eyes

You call me about mcdonalds

I keep grinning

I can't stop smiling

I feel so hideous

Kiss me

I want to be good to you

Good for you

All for you

Kiss me

Tell me I deserve it

I want to be kissed so badly

Spit-shine my eyelids wide

They long to eat

All the light reflecting off

Your skin

Your throat, my hand

The opposite. enticing

Rile me up

I want you in my palms

I'm yours

I have a dream you tell me

About your new tattoo job

For once, we're both smiling

I have a dream you were shining

You said you loved me

Oh, so lively

This time, I wasn't sad

When I woke up

I'm still wondering

What color they'll be

When the UFO takes them back

[aashiquidreams]

Three days ago, out of nowhere, he reached out after eight long months. He sent an email in the morning, which I didn’t see until he mentioned it when he called that afternoon. His voice, after all this time, was both familiar and unexpected, as if those eight months had somehow compressed into a fleeting moment. He had a question about something I’d given him last year, but our conversation quickly moved to how we’d been. He asked if I was still doing CrossFit, and naturally, I was curious about him too—whether he started kickboxing again and how life had been treating him. He told me he was doing well, and hearing his voice brought an unexpected warmth. It didn’t feel like eight months had passed; instead, it was as if we had simply picked up from where we left off.

I realized then how much I’d been thinking about him lately, how much I’d missed him—so much that I had written about him, pouring my thoughts and feelings onto the page. As we spoke, my emotions surged, a mix of surprise, nostalgia, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite name. By the time we hung up, I felt like a teenager with a crush, heart racing, thoughts tangled. There’s no denying that this man still stirs something profound within me.

This afternoon, as I reflected on our conversation, I found myself thinking of all the dreams he’s appeared in since we first met two and a half years ago. I thought these feelings would have faded by now, that time would have softened their edges, but sometimes emotions linger far longer than we expect. It’s intriguing, almost magical, how these feelings have quietly withstood the test of time, holding their place in my heart as if they were always meant to be there.

[legomaniaisbored]

Looking at the people who liked the 0824-FK3203 post.

Why did you like it? What does that say about you? Who are you people?

[stalinyaoi]

[bejoomi]

* ♪ – her majesty

maybe impulse adopting a cat while sad out of his mind isn't the best idea, but joomi doubts he'll ever regret it.

he had a miserable night with jinyoung in lime's dorms and not with him, as expected, and a miserable morning waking up alone today. sua, to her credit, has been the best roommate and friend he could possibly ask for at this time. neither of them had anything to do today, for better or worse, so joomi requested sua play mario party with him while he wrapped himself in a blanket burrito on the couch and sniffled pathetically off and on. they didn't talk about anything - didn't talk much at all, really, but it was nice to not be alone, and to do something that could be fun under the right circumstances.

he couldn't help but think about her, though: biscuit, the majestic, grumpy old lady of a cat at the cat cafe he and jinyoung first met at. they fought back then - enough for jinyoung to hate him for months after that - due in part to joomi trying to gain biscuit's trust for weeks, only for her to like jinyoung instantly. they went and visited her again last sunday, on jinyoung's last free sunday before moving into the lime dorms.

ever since then, the thought of adopting her has been in the back of his mind, but over the course of the morning, a fleeting desire turns into a practical need to bring biscuit into his life for good. he randomly asks sua if they can get a cat. she agrees, and next thing they know they're getting a bunch of cat supplies, and joomi is filling out biscuit's adoption papers at the cat cafe, and biscuit is in her little cat carrier on her way home with them.

it eventually leads them to now: all of the biscuit essentials™ set up in joomi's bedroom, biscuit herself included. ideally, the litter box would not be in his room, but he read that it's best to get cats adjusted to a new home one room at a time. the other option was the bathroom, but joomi didn't want to leave her alone for too long and if she didn't want to leave the bathroom for the first few days that would've been pretty inconvenient.

biscuit is, understandably, very cautious when she's first unleashed upon their apartment. it's an entirely new environment. she was at the cat cafe for at least three years, if not longer.

"i think you'll like it better here, biscuit," joomi assures her as she carefully explores his room, paying little mind to him and sua. that doesn't come as much of a surprise to joomi, honestly. "it'll be a lot quieter. you can sleep in a comfy bed all day...no kids trying to pull your tail anymore...it'll be great, i promise."

he dumps a few of her favorite treats out of the bag they bought today into a tiny pile beside him, then tosses the bag to sua so she can do the same, and try to beg biscuit for attention like joomi did for so long. "these are the treats jinyoung brainwashed her to like him before me with," he jokingly informs her. "but once i bought my own and started using them, she liked me too, so i guess he was on to something."

–– @bexsua