#the two biggest yappers we been knew

[leclercskiesahead]

Carlos and Seb talk non-stop in technical meetings confirmed

[cosmicalily]

stray kids as...my loved ones

author's note: it's been a while since i've posted and im not sure how how many new lovies have joined since i lowkey ghosted everyone! but in case you guys didn't know, i have the sweetest, silliest stay family (we all went to the stray kids concert together in melbs). and i feel like my love for them and their personalities really correspond to certain members, especially through our relationships. i've been wanting to make a post like this for a while and here it finally is! enjoy x

my mum as lee minho

like minho, my mum is quite introverted, but very giggly and talkative when she's with our family and her few close friends. she's selective about who she shows this side of her personality to, and it just makes it more special for those (like me) who get to see it daily

when watching the skz two kids room, mum said that jisung and minho's friendship is a lot like our relationship (SOBBING). whilst im loud and a certified yapper, my mum is still my quiet, safe space and a place where i can just calm myself down and lower my energy

we're also both on the adhd spectrum which i majorly see for them lols

she loves to cook, and acts of service are her way of showing her love. she grew up in a japanese household, and culturally you don't show as much affection, but she's learning. and im a major physical touch girlie, and ive seen her try to teach herself to love me that way. basically the best mum ever

oh, and she ADORES cats!

she's also lowkey like a mum of skz, kinda like minho is, but from a distance obvs. she treats them all like her sons, she has a picture of them on our fridge, photocard in her phone, listens to skz lofi whilst working. she supports them in every way and always gets so excited about their achievements.

essentially, she's a very calming, but at times chaotic presence, and im so lucky to have her. she's the perfect person to balance me out.

my dad as...seo changbin

oh, and if i say my dad is the BIGGEST goofball?

he's so silly. unlike changbin he's actually super tall (muahaha) but changbin is def musclier. so.

anyway moral is they both lowkey look a little intimidating, but in reality they're absolute softies. babygirls, if you will.

like changbin, my dad is a major girl group stan. for his birthday last year, he literally bought us twice tickets and when i tell you he knew EVERY lyric! he also has a love for every girl group choreo ever, with a penchant for newjeans' hype boy (cough CHANGBIN)

again, above all, he's just a very sweet, silly guy. he's very dependable, and he and i will often work on house projects together, whether it be painting or building furniture or making him help me rearrange my bedroom. with twice blasting in the background, it's gonna get done and it's gonna get done WELL

he's very accepting and listens when i yap, or when im confused about things. him and mum have that balance of giving me very down to earth advice, but also silly jokes and comments

ALSO like a proud dad of skz. he adores them and gets so excited about their achievements.

my brother as...yang jeongin

my brother is lowkey the coolest and im actually jealous of him sometimes bc he's a major silly goose without putting in effort to be one and he somehow actually has a decent fashion sense for a 14 year old boy. okay king, dropped ur crown!

BUT like yenie, this boy can be sarcastic and jokey. we always try and smother him in physical affection and he ALWAYS teases us for it and goes "ew" (lowk seungmin core)

BUT THE REASON I SAY JEONGIN IS BC HE DOES THE FOOD THING. THE THING WHERE YOU SHOVE A TON OF FOOD IN YOUR MOUTH AT ONCE. HE DOES IT. IT'S SO SILLY

my sister as...lee felix

oh she's the sweetest. i wake up to little notes and paper crafts from her, and she LOVES to bake me sweet treats. i take her on little coffee dates to the cafe where i work, and my coworkers adore her. yes, she gets two extra marshmallows for free. sometimes a third. sometimes a cookie, too. they're whipped, and who wouldn't be?

she's also a gamer BAHAHAHA if you count dress to impress, and she's GOOD. even though she's legit only 10 herself, she tells those other basic 10 year olds who's boss. always on the podium, making her fashionista sister proud

she always just wants to spend time with people. she's like a cat, just follows you around. sometimes adorable, sometimes drives me crazy.

she also does the felix sees, felix does. she loves imitating my brother and i, whether it be our mannerisms or phrases. she saw our handshake and immediately wanted in. she heard us call each other silly names and asked us to make her one. she's the cutest.

[1004thinkr]

three summers — kmg & yjh

Jeonghan thought it took three summers for Mingyu to fall in love with him. Mingyu thinks it took three heartbeats.

↪︎ kim mingyu x yoon jeonghan

↪︎ word count: 2.4k

↪︎ tags: friends to lovers, angst??, slow SLOW burn, mingyu is a serial yearner, mingyu's pov, jeonghan is perfect but a little slow lol, me being a serial yapper ...

[** dashes are for time skips; slashes separate independent conversations!]

–

“Mingyu, I told you, Japanese vending machines are just different. You can’t just shake them the way you do back home,” Jeonghan sighed, crossing his arms. 

While Jeonghan has always had his cheat codes in life, he scratched his head at the sight of Mingyu trying to trick his way into getting a can of soda under the sun’s scorching heat.

Mingyu, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Chan decided to go on a trip to Japan before their junior year of college started. After having worked more overtime shifts than one could possibly ever need, all of them were able to book their flights, eat decent meals, and see the most breathtaking views as they wandered around the city.

Being a four-person friend group, they would inevitably split into pairs — with Seungcheol and Chan bonding over partying until the morning, then sleeping in until noon, both Jeonghan and Mingyu were left with themselves, which happened quite often anyway. But Mingyu couldn’t help but think there was something about this particular summer. He’d spent summers with Jeonghan plenty of times before, having lived in the same town for nearly all of his life. But what do you do when your best friend’s in a stupid, cute little ponytail because he had grown his hair out too long, and now it was too hot to ever wear it down?

Regaining some composure from yet another onslaught of silly-thoughts-about-my-best-friend, Mingyu tried his hand at the vending machine once more. “I’m sure they’re all built the same, like with similar mechanisms and all, this one’s just extra sturdy but…” Mingyu cut himself off as he turned his head toward the boy next to him, his own lips forming the smile he clearly knew Jeonghan was trying to hold back.

“But what? Why are you smiling like that? Go on, keep on trying!” Jeonghan encouraged him, sarcasm seeping through his voice as he tried to keep his laughter at bay. “Or… we could just go to a 7/11.” Jeonghan quickly reached for Mingyu’s hand, lacing his fingers with Mingyu’s like it was a force of habit. Mingyu’s hand stayed loose — frozen, even — until he gave in. And that’s when he felt it.

Thump.

Surely, it must have just been how hot it was that day. Mingyu thought that anyone would have an increased heart rate under this much sun, and it must be another long walk to find a 7/11. That was precisely the reason why —

Oh. It was just by the corner, almost right next to where the vending machines were. And Jeonghan’s hand felt … nice.

–

Awoken by the smoke alarm — the smoke alarm — at 7:00 in the morning, housemates Mingyu, Seungcheol, and Chan sleepily found themselves in their shared kitchen, watching Jeonghan make what seems to be breakfast. It was the last week of summer before their senior year of college, and apparently, Jeonghan wanted to kick it off by cooking a meal for them.

“We pay all this rent and for what? For the smoke alarm to be going off when this is clearly normal for what I’m cooking?” Jeonghan said in exasperation. With a spatula in one hand, and, well, a fan in the other, the rest of the boys weren’t so sure if they could agree with Jeonghan. Not when they walked in on him vigorously fanning two pans at once.

“You burned it, Han, the smoke alarm detects that,” Seungcheol explained calmly, taking the materials away from the boy across from him. “We could just whip something up later, maybe at a more reasonable time.”

“No!” Jeonghan contested, looking at both Chan and Mingyu with the biggest doe eyes. “You’ll all go back to sleep, and then everyone will wake up at, what, 3 PM? Only for Cheol to leave the place immediately to get to yet another booty call! Chan will make some sort of protein shake again and rush to the gym, while I know Mingyu would definitely —”

“I mean,” Mingyu interrupted, “I could help cook now.”

Jeonghan took another look at the pans behind him, then turned his body to Mingyu’s tall, sleepy figure once again. Jeonghan meant to say that Mingyu would definitely help out, unlike the rest of the guys.

“Now that’s a friend right there!” Jeonghan announced, earning a scoff from Chan and Cheol. The two of them shuffled back into their rooms, leaving Mingyu and Jeonghan in the kitchen.

“It’s a bit unbelievable that you managed to burn bacon and pancakes, Jeonghan. These are pretty easy to make, you just --”

“We could just make an omelet,” Jeonghan said calmly, causing Mingyu to scratch the back of his neck.

“But there’s some batter left, Han,” Mingyu sighed, taking ahold of the bowl of pancake batter on the counter. He shook his head at Jeonghan with a confused expression, one Mingyu would usually make whenever Jeonghan opted for the easier plan, even if it didn’t make much sense at the moment.

“I know,” Jeonghan said, taking the bowl from Mingyu’s hands. “We can keep it in the fridge and use it up tomorrow. We could just make an omelet --”

“I can make the pancakes, it’s no big deal,” Mingyu smiled, taking the bowl from Jeonghan’s hold once again, even wrapping an arm around it, just so he could get on with the pancakes. Jeonghan heaved a sigh as he pried out the bowl from Mingyu’s arms, the smaller boy having a hard time against the grip Mingyu had on a bowl of pancake batter.

“Christ, Jeonghan, let’s just get started with these, please! It’s not like we can’t make it again–”

“Gyu, let go,” Jeonghan laughed, “I’m insisting on making omelets because, as I said earlier, Chan will rush to the gym by the time he wakes up. It’s easier to cook, we can wake him up in, like, fifteen minutes. A more reasonable time now. And I also think this is better protein. Compared to whatever he shakes in some bottle when he runs out the door every damn morning.” Jeonghan finally got to put the abused bowl of batter in the fridge, grabbing eggs and other ingredients afterward.

Thump.

Jeonghan, where does this tenderness come from? Mingyu can barely count the times Jeonghan was able to light up an entire place with words he’s sure Jeonghan could never understand the weight of. Sometimes, the words that slip out of Jeonghan’s mouth while washing some dishes or doing laundry get to be the same words imprinted in Mingyu’s mind. 

In the most mundane moments, he would find the remarkable. In simplicity and routine, he would find Jeonghan with his heart on his sleeve, while Mingyu had his heart lodged in his throat. Jeonghan, where does this tenderness come from? And will you always have some for me?

/

“I feel like I was a bad person. Like, locking myself up in my room like that as a teenager just because my dad raised his voice at me? Pathetic.” Mingyu laughed, wiping the rest of the empty glasses. 

“You weren’t a bad person, Gyu, you were fifteen. Those are entirely different things.” Jeonghan smiled in response, giving Mingyu a pat on the back. “I’ll go on my walk now! See ‘ya in a bit.”

/

“Cereal is so expensive now. If I could buy, like, ten of these boxes in one grocery trip, that’s when I know I’ve made it,” Jeonghan chuckled as he checked the price difference among the boxes of cereal in the aisle. Mingyu was in charge of pushing the cart, as always.

“Tell me about it. But I bet you’ll get to buy like .. twenty of these raw organic honey oats stuff. You’ll be that successful!” Mingyu cheered, turning back to give the other boy a playful punch in the arm.

“Hopefully you’d still be pushing the cart for me by then. That would be a lot of cereal.” Jeonghan responded, walking past Mingyu to look for, well, cheaper alternatives.

/

“Mingyu, d’you ever get that weird feeling in your chest when there are things you can say, but just … shouldn’t? Sometimes I feel like we’re too old to be holding back. There should be some other way to share at least a little bit of our feelings.” Jeonghan rambled, putting on his cap as he kept his keys in his pocket.

“Yeah… yeah. I get you. What’s this about?” Mingyu asked.

“Nothing in particular. Just a thought. I’ll get going now, this extra shift might just kill me.”

-

Three of the boys were in charge of the heavy lifting. And Jeonghan being Jeonghan, flashed a smug smile every now and then. Mingyu, Seungcheol, and Chan insisted that they didn’t need movers to help pack away their college apartment. Four – well, three – boys were enough. Jeonghan, on the other hand, kept reminding them that there were also four flights of stairs.

“If you could just help out,” Seungcheol huffed, glancing at Jeonghan, “That would be neat.”

Jeonghan nodded, taking what seemed to be the lightest box of them all.

“Man, I can’t believe we’re leaving this place,” Jeonghan uttered quietly.

“I know. You guys took me in like a fucking cult, you know that?” Chan laughed, looking at Jeonghan fondly as he followed Seungcheol down the stairs.

Jeonghan went back inside the almost empty apartment to check if Mingyu was done packing. The six-foot-two man houses a lot of sentimentality in him, he’d be surprised if Mingyu wasn’t putting every corner of the house into one of his boxes.

“Gyu, ready to go?” Jeonghan asked, knocking on the door to Mingyu’s room. He took a peek and found Mingyu lying flat in his bed, all of his boxes sealed and ready.

“Yeah, just… Just give me a minute. I realized something and I think I’m spiraling,” Mingyu grinned, looking up at the ceiling.

“What is it? Is it the post-grad anxiety?” Jeonghan asked with genuine curiosity.

“No, but I think that’s scheduled to happen next week,” Mingyu snickers. “I just realized this is summer is not a summer-before-anything type of summer. It’s literally just a hotter time of the year. Which is crazy to me, because all of our summers have always been something before whatever year of college.” Mingyu explained.

Jeonghan looked at him with the most caring eyes, clearly endeared with how Mingyu was already nostalgic about a phase of life that had just ended a week ago, when they all graduated.

“I get you. There’s not much to this one, but that’s also something,” Jeonghan responded as he looked around the room, earning him an even more attentive Mingyu, sitting up to look at the boy across his bed. “Like, this is finally a summer that doesn’t have to be anything. There’s just more sun and sweat and sunscreen, which isn’t all that bad too, you know.”

“Oh, good point. But aren’t you just a bit sad about it?”

“Of course I’m a bit sad about it. But then it’ll just get too cold eventually, and I’d always remember this as the summer when it was warm and that I’d want it back. If it gets too hot, then I’d think of the winter. It all goes on and on from here. Which I think is pretty nice. We just slow down as seasons change.” Jeonghan elaborated, taking a look at Mingyu who was in awe of his simple, yet profound thoughts. “I’ll head downstairs now. I’ll ask Chan to help you with your boxes.”

Thump.

It just goes on and on from here, but I’ll have this summer at my own pace. Hopefully, you could stay a bit longer, too.

-

In all those moments, Jeonghan always knew when to walk away. When to move forward, when to leave his words. Some were found in the shared kitchen in their college apartment five years ago. There were others nestled by the shelves in the grocery stores. A lot were just hanging by their doorstep, wishing Jeonghan would take them with him for once. His hands have always been empty anyway, what harm would a little love do?

“You knew, Han. Quit the act, you can’t do this to me. Help me out here,” Mingyu was practically begging. He hated it.

For the first time in his life, he demanded noise from Jeonghan. After loving and knowing him in the quiet, how does he prove to him that he’d love him in the noise, too? That he’d take in whatever Jeonghan says like skin on wet cement — there will be marks and they might last forever. And that he’d see it and hear it so often that it becomes second nature. But only if he’d speak.

“Mingyu, I don’t know what’s there to hear from me. I don’t think it would matter if there was anything that came to mind.”

“They will matter to me now as much as they would have mattered to me then. You knew I loved you. I’m sure.” Mingyu insists, trying his best to calm himself down.

“I didn’t know what to do with that love. I still don’t.”

“You accept it,” Mingyu says. “You accept it, and see if you love me back. I was just hoping you’d have an answer by now.”

“I loved you in the ways I knew how,” Jeonghan takes a breath in. “But probably not in the ways you wanted.”

Mingyu looks at him bewilderedly as he pieces Jeonghan’s words together. It’s true, Jeonghan’s love for him was a constant work in progress. Always rebuilt and destroyed and rebuilt again until another version of love existed. Jeonghan thought he never got it right. It’s been three summers after all.

“How would you know? You never asked,” Mingyu states. Jeonghan places a hand on his arm in an attempt to talk Mingyu through this.

“Even if I asked, do you think I’d ever get it right?”

Mingyu takes the hand placed on his arm, lacing it with his. Jeonghan, stunned by this display of affection, looks away from Mingyu. He almost misses the way Mingyu’s face softens at his avoidance. What Mingyu wants to say is that Jeonghan should stop fixating on finding the best way to love him because they’ll figure it out together anyway. He wants to say that Jeonghan should be brave about his feelings for once. He wants to question why Jeonghan never heard the way his heart thumped every time they held hands, including right now.

Instead, Mingyu kisses him. After three quick heartbeats and three quick summers. In Mingyu’s lips, there is patience; in Jeonghan’s, there is relief.

“You already got it right the first time.”

yay hi if you made it to the end! thank u for reading <3

[youremyheaven]

i am so here for the mercurial slander omg. i had the displeasure of being friends with a mercury-ketu girl who was genuinely unhinged and extremely immature. like i'd say something completely innocuous and she'd sit on it for like two days and then i'd receive like 4 paragraphs of her chewing me out just because she misunderstood something i said

the other two mercurials i know (free me) are the biggest yappers i've ever met. one of them would literally send upwards of 150 messages to our group chat daily of just a never ending stream of thoughts, which was annoying in and of itself, but the real issue was that she'd yap endlessly and never read any of our messages or ask how we were doing. i've noticed this theme a lot with mercurials where they just use people as a sounding board and forget to even ask how your day was before the yap fest begins

😭😭😭😭 sister,, I can tell the pain is fresh because you did not hold back 💀🫡

Using other people as a sounding board is soooo TRUEEE OMG 😭😭ILL SCREAM

my former friend, Revati Moon who ghosted me for 3yrs came back into my life last year and from the way she spoke about her circumstances I knew that she was alone and just wanted company lmao but I thought I'd give her the benefit of the doubt anyway and what followed was a huge lesson in trusting my gut and not giving anyone the benefit of the doubt 😮‍💨💀🤡 I was her unpaid therapist and soundboard for several months. The conversations were often too long for comfort or she'd go on one of her rampages about how awful people are (Mercurials are unfairly critical of others, have you noticed?) and she frequently took digs at me and was one of those people who make jokes at the expense of others. I had to reallyyyy hold my tongue bc she was clearly at fault in half of the situations she's describing and i couldn't stand how she was always putting down absolutely everybody she spoke about.

I'd have to come up with lies or sometimes I'd pretend the call dropped or something bc 😭 7hrs is too many hrs to be talking to someone night after night (and the conversations are majorly heavy or unpleasant) i felt like she thought I owed her my time unless I had a "valid excuse"

during these months, she'd go on trips and I'd be as good as dead to her in this period. Once she was home and bored again, the calls would restart.

she said something awful to me and I stopped talking to her and maybe a month later after she said some other awful thing, i confronted her and she started shouting at me saying she's been mad at me all along for not talking to her 💀💀💀💀 which

a) isn't true (I texted her like 2 days after the first incident and she didn't respond to it --- she shouted at me saying she wanted me to call her???)

b) she literally said something godawful to me which made me want to not talk to her???

Needless to say, that "confrontation" was a spectacular display of Mercurial manipulation. I asked her why she was so goddamn mean to me and she said "I don't think this conversation is helping either of us, I'm sorry, now let's move on"

🤡😭😭 and I asked her about incident 2 and she said she's used to being around people (read: men) who bully each other playfully and that she wasn't used to my "sensitivity" (for context: I sent her a semi nude picture and she told me my shorts looked too tight around the waist and that looking at my "realistic" body helped her feel seen bc she's used to seeing photoshopped women and went on to compare both herself and me to our friends who are more petite 🤡)

After almost a year of being her unpaid therapist, she once interrupted me telling her something and told me to "wrap it up quickly" 😭😭😭 (the audacity) like she didn't gaf about what I had to say unless it soothed her ego somehow lol

As if all of this wasn't enough, I decided to call her a month ago, even though by this point we hadn't talked for over 2 ish months and she ended the convo 2 mins in saying she'll call me back and never did.

The way Mercurials exploit others to just bitch and whine and yap needs to be studied

Everything you said about your friend, I can also relate to (unfortunately)

Most Mercurials are friendless or have superficial friendships and tbh it makes sense bc they make it really hard for others to stay friends with them 😭 sorry to say it