#happi rooch :3

[hyukassubi]

Rambling a bit about how much I love txt's old songs (not saying their new songs are bad) bcuz of how youthful and shiny and bright they sound. They literally give me enough serotonin, nostalgia and comfort to fuel all the chocolate factories in Switzerland.

But it's also the members themselves that truly radiate those youthful vibes as well, they make me wanna hug a lion and eat clouds and, perhaps, they do make me feel like everything's gonna be okay.

(inserting beargyu to lift your spirit 💪💪)

[honeylikewords]

Eeeyyy brochacho! You mind sliding me some Bodhi Rook smooches? ...Some Rooches? ;3c

you are a Dork and a Nerd. for this you have earned the Smooches

@regrettablewritings enjoy your Boon

BODHI ROOK IS AN ANGEL. However, he is an angel with ANXIETY and he CANNOT KISS WELL. At least, not at first. The first time he went to kiss his girlfriend, his hands got sweaty and shaky and his whole body started shivering and he had to sit down for a good fifteen minutes to calm his poor, racing heart. He apologized profusely for it, but he just couldn’t push himself to do it- he was so worried about coming off as too forward, too intense, too gross- and he crumbled under the pressure.

But that’s not always the case! Bodhi and his girlfriend had their first kiss one night when sitting in the quiet of a garden on a heavily-forested planet and it happened as naturally as the plants growing around them. She held his hand, making him feel like he was freefalling in the most delightful way. She squeezed his fingers and looked up at him, at his thin but striking features, her eyes warm and sweet.

“Bodhi, dear,” she whispered against the dark, “Can I kiss you? Is that okay?”

His whole being trembled with anticipation, anxiety, excitement and abject delight. He nodded slowly and closed his eyes: if he couldn’t see it coming, he told himself, he wouldn’t chicken out. He waited and then- oh. Oh. 

He was stock-still and tense, frozen like a deer in the headlights, his mouth a tight line, and she was touching him in this new and exciting way that he’d never experienced before. When they parted he blinked, dazed and awestruck.

“Was that… okay?”“…Can you do it again?”

She smiled.

“Yes, I certainly can.”

In fact, she would go on to kiss him more and more often, encouraging him to initate more and more often, too! 

Bodhi isn’t one for a lot of messy kisses. He’s very chaste and nervous at first and keeps it limited to quick pecks on the lips and cheeks, and holding his lips to her forehead. One of his preferred modes of affection is pressing his forehead to hers and looking into her eyes; somehow, looking at her like that is more intimate to him than kissing. It’s odd, but so is he.

As he grows more confident, Bodhi discovers he likes to lay in bed, on his back, and snuggle his girl as she litters him with kisses. He likes feeling her lips against his face and skin, and likes how she just drowns all his cares and fears away in endless prickles of warm, light, angelic smooches. He’s a devout worshipper of her, believing that her kisses have a magical property that soothes all his wounds and worries. He likes to run his fingers through her hair over and over, the repetitive motion calming his nerves, as she plants kisses on him like seeds in soil.

Bodhi is also fond of nose ‘kisses’ where he rubs his nose on hers, affectionate and playful (these ‘kisses’ are known as kuniks, in Inuit). He knows he has a big, pointy nose, and he used to be embarrassed by how it would smush against his sweet one’s face during kisses, but as she expressed her love for it, his affection for it grew, too! Now he’s fond of his nose and uses it to show her his love!

He is a SUCKER for having his hair brushed while being kissed, or, better yet, while his girl sits behind him and combs his locks and smooches his neck. His neck is very sensitive and he shivers at the sensation of her lips on such vulnerable skin, but it delights him, sending electric shocks all through his body quite pleasurably. His hair is long and delicate, so it must be handled gently, and his sweetheart sure knows how to handle him gently. Her soft touch and careful consideration of his needs makes his heart feel so full of love that he could burst into ten million stars, all of them glowing with abundant adoration of her.

In the end, Bodhi may not be a conventional kisser, but he certainly is as full of passion and love for his girl as any man could hope to be. They work together in their synchronous, odd ways, bringing out the best and happiest parts of each other, unique and amazing, and nothing in the entire galaxy could make Bodhi quite as happy as she does.

(Now Taking Requests For How Would They Kiss!)

(Read About Other Kisses Here!)

[laactose]

Tips for self-care (rooch edition)

aka a letter to self

1. Drink water, I know everyone says that but truly, drink that water, it’ll make you feel like you’re taking care of yourself, put you into a healthier mindset

2. Those ugly thoughts? Beat them to the curb. They do not define you, not even a little bit of you, as long as you don’t want them to be you. My friend told me the person you are is the person that you allow yourself to be. These thoughts are not you. You know those hurtful words you hurl at yourself? Say those to intrusive thoughts. Push them out. Nobody enters your home without your permission.

3. Sleep in, get more hours in, skip class if you absolutely need to. Work on fixing your sleep schedule. For now, get at least 5 hours a night, 6 is even better. Grades are important, yes, but feeling moderately rested will help you focus. No point trying to memorize lecture slides while half asleep.

4. Wear that makeup you spent so much money on, use that nail polish that might take too long to apply. Sparkles are everything, sparkles make you happy or at least at peace, use them to your advantage. That colourpop shadow that’s way too sparkly for everyday wear? Wear it anyways.

5. Wear cute, comfy clothes that make you happy. Invest in those, too. Clothes that make you feel attractive even when just lounging. They’re there to support you. Kind of like armor to improve otherwise mediocre base stats.

6. On that fucking note, how dare you say you have mediocre base stats. Feel a little bad about that. Love yourself a little more, one step at a time. But guess what?

7. If you really don’t like how your body feels, do something about it. Trust me, you have the time if you just make space in your stupid schedule for it. Go work out or change your mindset. Push yourself into a corner so you can’t run away, because you know that you run away from your problems. Don’t fucking lie to me about that, you know you do.

8. Talk to people, make friends. I know it’s tiring and I know sometimes you just don’t want to be with people, but having a social circle you can fall back on is so important. Don’t cut your lifeline short. Make an effort. Try your best.

9. That goes for academics too. I know you’re not in the best place academically, but make an effort. Please. I know you don’t feel up to it, but I truly believe if you actually gave yourself the chance to work harder, the results will show. “Effort will never betray you.” – one of the strongest people I know (if you’re reading this, I believe in you!)

10. Drawing and writing, period. Find your roots.

11. Calm down. Breathe, cry. Talk to a professional if you really think you can’t do it alone. This isn’t the end, not even close.