#Moots :D

[lemedstudent2021]

gooood morning

gooooooooooood evening ish! tis nearly 6pm lol

[starry-teacup]

U there

Wanna hear my ramblings about Tolkien?

NEVER BEFORE HAVE I HEARD A BETTER SENTENCE YES

[queerhairycowboy]

tangerine, lilac, and breeze :] !

YAY !!! watching camp cretaceous rn so being invited to the dino party is ACES !! we should so b friends aswell omgg i get scared idk whyyy

[radiofullofstatic]

hiii I hope you're doing alright! :D

Hiiiii!!! Im doing great, and you? :D

[thatonecross]

grabby hands at CA

character bingo pwease

CA our beloved they are so

so

Not okay

[juusou]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out!❤️🖤

awww :DD

[itsmeseaweedbrain]

Dude, how the fuck did you land Annabeth?

I ain't even mad, I'm genuinely curious

if i had any clue i would tell you but honestly i have no idea

[little-blurry-stars5]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Five things that make me happy !!

1. Tumblr

2. My bed

3. CLIMBING 🤩

4. Character analysis

5. Fake scenarios

Ty !! :)))

[itsmeseaweedbrain]

yeah.

[starry-teacup]

Fleshy cowboy🤠 hat

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

the power

it’s too much

[queerhairycowboy]

lilac + basil (/platonic) + tangerine as well! :}

SNDNFMDK UR SO COOL PLEASE

[thatonecross]

moose do you know any good campfire stories? :}

" Sure do, Doe. 'S a little spooky, but I'm sure you fine folk can handle it. "

" There once was an old town, and in that town there was this even older house. Kids made it a right of passage to try and spend the night there, but no one was able to do it. "

" Then came along the bravest boy of em all. Johnny. "

" Johhny bet all his friends he'd be the first to make it through the night alone, and they doubted him. So one night he took a sleeping bag and a flashlight with him to the house. "

" The first while was fine, until he tried to lay down to sleep. That's when he heard the floor boards creakin' upstairs. He sat right up, a shown his flashlight up the stairs and there was nothin'. So he laid back down. "

" A bit later there was mor creakin' and he thought nothing of it. 'bout an hour later he ralizes the crakin' has gotten louder. And closer. "

" He picks up his flashlight a final time to shine up those stairs. And what he see's makes him freeze right down to the bones. "

" Down the stairs comes a coffin. He can't move nor run nor nothin'. All he can do is stare as that coffin keeps coming closer and closer, and it won't stop. "

" Suddenly, little Johnny realizd he had a way to stopp the coffin. "

" With Cough Drops. "

" Hahahahahah! "

[prodsh00ky]

okay i just saw this today and wtf i cant even breathe this is much better than i thought now i want real beomgyu to teach me how to play pink floyd 😔 and the chapstick line at the and omg were so much alike my lips are dry as hell specially now that autumn began/winter is on its way

tysm for writing my ask, ash! anything beomgyu related makes me sensible af and this may become my comfort beomgyu fic...

hey ash! soft hours idea i just had: you, beomgyu's best friend, takes his guitar and asks him to teach you to play something in a lazy afternoon. he oh so patiently teaches you how to play the beggining of a classic rock song and when you finally get it and play it right he blurts out how hes been in love with you... for like a decade.

(im melting

SAM YOUR MIND>>>>> i'm gonna disintegrate this is so adorable

god, just imagine: you're laying on beomgyu's bed one lazy afternoon, the weather outside is cool and soft gray clouds paint the sky, the soft pitter patter of rain mixing with the show that he had turned on earlier. the room feels comfortable, warm, cozy; you think that these words can be used to describe beomgyu, too.

speaking of the boy, he's laying right next to you, the warmth of his thigh seeps into your bare skin as the both of you relax against the bed's headboard, his fingers mindlessly playing with your own his screen-strained eyes stare at the television. shooing the butterflies in your stomach away, you tap his palm to grab his attention. his gaze slides over to you in an instant.

"'m bored," you pout. his nose scrunches up before he's asking you what you want to do, then, if he's just so boring to be around. you roll your eyes at his dramatics, but mull over the question for a moment. what do you want to do?

your eyes trail over to the acoustic guitar that is propped up in the corner of the room. "can you teach me how to play something?"

at first, he thinks you mean a video game, a taunt on the tip of his tongue about how you suck at them, until he follows your line of sight to his beloved instrument. his heart softens a little.

"yeah, sure," he responds while he gets up to fetch it. he sits back down with the guitar set in his lap. you shift so your body completely faces him and watch as he fiddles with the tuning pegs, strumming and adjusting the tensions until it sounds about right to his ears. he peers back up at you once he's satisfied. with a dramatic strum, he announces, "i'll teach you something easy 'cause you're a noob."

you slap his knee in retaliation. "i hope you choke."

"you shouldn't be saying that to your one and only guitar teacher," he smirks. "i could just not teach you. in fact, i'll just go back to watching my show-"

"fine, sorry," you concede, even though you know he wouldn't do that to you, not really.

thus, beomgyu's guitar class commences. he places the guitar in your lap. as he helps you with the finger placements for each chord, fingers gently covering yours, he hums under his breath. the first notes you pluck out are clunky and disjointed, and the tempo is wildly off, miles too slow for it to actually sound anything like the original song. the air seems to shift as he continues to guide you through the intro of the song; he's not cracking the usual jokes at your expense, and — while it might just be your imagination running wild, searching for things that are not really there — he seems to be leaning closer than what is normal for friends.

he works with you for over an hour. you push away those absurd thoughts all the while.

"alright," he says once he deems you ready, leaning back on his palms. "now try playing the full thing."

there's this furrow in your brow as you focus on the strings with the utmost concentration, ensuring that you're playing the right chords with the correct picking, until you succesdully play the intro to pink floyd's wish you were here. with a final strum, you look up at beomgyu with a wide grin, and you just seem so happy and excited and proud of yourself that beomgyu just can't help himself-

"i love you," he blurts out. you tilt your head, and regret immediately curls around his chest.

"i love you, too? we're best friends," you respond, unsure what else to say. when he deflates, you continue, worried. "where is this coming from?"

"i don't think you understand."

"beomgyu," you sigh. "if you're gonna be vague about it, then i never will."

"fuck, um." beomgyu is nervous. gone is the typically confident boy, now fiddling his fingers and unable to look directly at you. "i love you. i've loved you for years, now, i think."

stunned, you gape at him, and he takes your silence as rejection, laughing humorlessly. "i shouldn't have said anything. i'm sorry."

shaking yourself from your stupor, you carefully place the instrument still in your lap on the comforter before shifting forward. your knees knock against his as you bring a hand up to cup his jaw. "you never let me respond, idiot."

he finally looks at you, and you send him a gentle, close-lipped smile. "if you hadn't jumped to conclusions so quickly, you would already know that i love you, too."

his eyes light up. "wait, for real? how long?"

"a really long time, probably since we were, like, fourteen," you mumble and your hand retracts, slightly embarrassed. "i didn't accept it 'til a few years ago, though."

"ah!" he exclaims, causing you to jump a little at the volume of his voice. he seems to be back to his normal self, which is confirmed when he starts poking you forehead and excitedly exclaiming, "i beat you! i've known since we were eleven. see, no one can ever beat me, i'm just that good at everyth-"

not without a playful roll of your eyes, you lean forward and capture your lips with his, effectively shutting him up. the kiss is brief and his lips are a bit dry, but your heart pounds nonetheless. when you pull away, there's these dopey smiles on both of your faces. he's staring at you in a way that you've seen several instances before, but never knew what it meant — you know now, what that unique glint in his eyes, the quirk of his lips mean.

"i love you, choi beomgyu," you say, pressing another kiss to his cheek. "but you really need some chapstick."

he groans. "you just had to ruin the moment."

"say it back," you argue as you hand him your own chapstick. his expression softens a little when he looks back up at you, his lips curling up in a tiny smile.

"i love you," he breathes. "now c'mere."

hands cup your cheeks, squishing them a bit, before the rest of him is surging forward to kiss you once more. it's all giggly and sweet and neither of you can fight off the grins pulling at your lips. he begrudgingly pulls away after a few minutes, if only to get more air into his lungs, reaching for the guitar and beginning to serenade you. you hum along with him.

this is what finally being home after a long journey feels like, you think.

this is what love feels like.

[juusou]

Hello mutual

yay haiii

[magickpancakes]

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