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jay was at the docks, looking out at the sea as the waves crashed against the shore. the water looked almost black in the dark night, and he moved to sit on the creaking wood planks. he slid his shoes and socks off, dipping his feet in the chilled water, before glancing to his left. he could have sworn he saw a familiar blonde staring out at the water too.

he stood up, jumping off of the dock and bolting along the sand towards the mysterious figure. “quite cold tonight, isn’t it?” he tried to greet, his voice quiet and clearly tightened from nerves. if this was who he thought it was ... well, he’d be the happiest man in the world.

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       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 this for wanda. they said it would make her feel better, that’d she’d be so much more relaxed when she finished and that if she continued, it could help her change into a better person. she felt nothing but impatience. who even enjoyed this? she huffed and sat down in her mat, giving up. “ yoga is nefarious. ” she confessed to the girl close to her. “ how can this be any form of relaxing? ” ( @thrillcrs�� + bubbles ) 

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑                 @thrillcr​    ◞    hanjae  +  kieran

he greets other with warm smile,  chaste touch to his side,  fingers curling momentarily into soft fabric before he’s forced to release  ;   he didn’t need the rumour mill turning out any more details of his personal life.    what was his  . . .  what could be his didn’t need to be shared  —  this,  whatever it was,  was too new,  a fledgling state of,  what he’d only explain as,  interest.    they’d slept together  ( once ! )  but gossip grows,  becoming bigger,  bigger,  bigger,  until what slips past nosy nurses’ lips was nothing but hyperbole passed from department to department.

     who knew an intern could stir up such a storm of sex and secrets ?

as soon as they’re far enough away,  past the threshold of the hospital,  beyond the prying eyes of his coworkers,  he takes a chance.    gently he reaches out to tug at other’s sleeve,  sweet smile and bright eyes asking his permission slip arm through his.    with reluctance,  resident allows him to take hold of offered arm.    content,  he walks alongside him with pleased grin.    if sejoo were honest,  these last four months had been  . . .  grueling  —  to say the least.    he’d lost a friend,  a mentor,  and the object of his affection in one foul swoop.    that alone had been enough to drain him,  but the 65 hour work weeks did little help his exhaustion.    physically and mentally,  sejoo had reached his limit.   what more could he add to his plate ?    oh,  he had no idea how much more complicated his world could get.

               it all starts with a single text.

there’s a buzz in his pocket after he’s already stuffed away his phone  —  it’s rude to text when you’re with others  . . .  but he’s helpless to his curiosity.    just a quick glance,  jun won’t mind.    face goes white,  stomach churns as he reads the name that appears.    hyeon ?    steely doctor had lost interest in even speaking to him months ago  ;    what changed ?    he’d made his apathy quite clear by the radio silence that fell between them after the conversation at the bar.    after sejoo made an ass of himself,  foolishly assuming hyeon hadn’t been simply lonely and drunk  —  silly to think he was anything more an easy way to pass,  after all,  his blind adoration for the steely doctor was too obvious not to notice.    muted sigh parts lips as he unlocks the phone,  navigating to a message he could only conclude was meant for someone else.   brows knit together as he types out message,  an unwarranted jealousy bubbling at the center of his chest as the thought of someone else with him,  someone else taking the place he’d found himself daydreaming of,  surfaces.    but he stuffs it down,  finishing incredulous text  —  forcing himself to stay aloof.

           ✉    roh sejoo    is typing  ..                        ???    wrong person?                        i’m busy right now.  can it wait?                        pick me up at the bar later?                        i mean, if you still want to see me.

out of the corner of keen eye,  he catches glimpse of junyeol’s curiosity.    lips purse,  tips of ears tinged red with embarrassment as he locks his phone,  quickly stuffing it away.    “  my boss –  sorry,  ”    technically,  it was the truth,  but that didn’t change the intentions behind his eagerness to reply.    he offers timid smile,  hand now free splays over bicep,  body drawn closer as he all but literally clings to his side.    overcompensating for the guilt that sits heavy on his chest ?   definitely.    despite being pressed so close to someone else,  all sejoo can think about is that stupid surgeon who had turned his entire world upside - down.

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" gods don’t care about what might have been. "⠀sookhee⠀/⠀nathyuul⠀ᵕ̈

poetry meme ( accepting ) + @thrillcr // nathyuul

"I thought you didn’t work for the Gods.” they stand outside, they smoke by the river; the both of them, but cut outs of figures as they brave the cold that she believes only she feels. A jacket that drapes over her shoulders in a bored elegance that she’s coopted in an attempt to feel more UNBOTHERED by life than she really is. Then again, when you deal with death, it’s hard not to feel touched by much within this world, how you broker with a person’s life, the way in which they’ll find their end. Names in a book. Money on a contract. It’s funny, how it warps her perception of all things, all tracing back to being a child herself and watching to all come to a head before her own eyes. Happiness, she’s learned, can be snapped in an instant. It’s better to not be attached to many things at all.

What might have been, what could have been. She supposes he’s right. All that ever mattered was what was, for better or for worse. IT DID NOT MEAN that these things did not matter... but perhaps it leaned in on the fact that those with the powers to sway things, to other means, cared not enough for those on the receiving end to meddle. Or even to notice. Perhaps it is why Nathyuul himself is so terribly unbothered with the numbers of those jotted down within - life. Death. A name is a name is a name, and nothing more. The contents of the soul were irrelevant. Sookhee exhales - smoke from her cigarette, swirling skywards. “Perhaps the Gods do not, but the Devil is the one that torments you at the art of what might have been. I suppose it’d a difference of opinion, then.”

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His eyes scanned the crowd as the boy held a bottle of jack to his mouth, surrounded by his group of friends. The wide smile that had a taste of alcohol turned into a frown once he laid his eyes on no other than his ex girlfriend accompanied by the one and only Conner of course. Her presence in the room was like his cup of strong coffee, waking his mind right away as he stumbled still dizzy towards her, his hand gripping tightly around her wrist. “We have to talk.” he spoke through gritted teeth as soon as her boyfriend disappearing to the table that held the drinks.

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the weight // shawn mendes

To say Blake knew why he was the one who got cheated on out of all the possible relationships around him would be a complete lie. Why his best friend was the one his girlfriend was sleeping around with was beyond him, but it only made everything worse. The two people who meant the world to him had betrayed him and he couldn't think straight anymore. Now that it'd been a few weeks away from the both of them, here he was in front of the girl who now wanted to make things right? "So you tell me you were happier with him but you want me to stay?" He asked, his brows creasing as he kept his breathing steady though it didn't stop his heart from beating faster each passing second. He didn't know if it was because he was being offered another try at their relationship or if it was breaking his heart all over again that he was the one getting another chance when she should be begging for forgiveness and him taking her back. She acted like he'd be here no matter what happened, and that sadly was true. He did miss her ---- a little too much, really. 

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"So, I know this is gonna sound completely stupid, and probably just down right idiotic, but I've gotta ask," Pressing all of her weight onto her toes, which gave her a good extra inch or two to her five foot three height, Lux swayed her hands together from side to side which gave her time to think about her question, one that she might as well Google rather than asking anyone else and making herself look like an idiot, but that's what she did, she asked questions, she was a curious being. "Is it true that hippo milk is actually pink?"

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        THANK YOU SO CMUYFHF WHAT IS LIFE

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⊰   —   @thrillcr​​    

time  stood still for a moment, nara’s mind unable to comprehend the words that were spoken to her through the phone. as much as she hated to believe it, the man’s voice sounded sincere. body goes numb as her brain begins to comprehend the words spoken, heartbeat thudding forcefully against her ribs.                                      h-hyeon   ?    missing  ?  

there was a sudden urgency to her steps, tear-stained cheeks &. a rather exhausted expression to her face. she began her search of the hospital, hoping to find her now,  missing,   friend’s boyfriend who recently found himself in the midst of the craziness that was the emergency department.  without a word thin fingers gripped the younger man’s arm,  voice completely silent as she tugged him into the emergency attending’s break room. 

nara was very unsure on where to begin,  how does one begin to break this news ? just when hyeon  &  sejoo began what was blossoming into a beautiful relationship. of course she always knew what could happen when hyeon was away, but it was very different having to deal with the situation  —  there was simply no preparing for this. she sat down silently, hands motioning to the empty chair that was in front of her, signaling for sejoo to take a seat. here nara found herself able to make eye contact with the young doctor, her own emotion clearly evident on her face. her cold hands then took a strong grasp onto his, thumbs rubbing a reassuring path across his knuckles. 

“ i-i’m so,  so  sorry  sejoo .. ”     did she even need to finish this sentence ? sure she heard the general speak of it, she knew it was true .. but something about her expressing it herself was so much harder.    however,  she’d never forgive herself if sejoo found out anywhere else. nara cleared her throat before continuing,         “   i got a call from the general where hyeon is,   was,   stationed.  their camp was broken into a few nights ago and when they haven’t found him yet,   they officially declared him missing in action this morning  ... ”

her voice cracked once more, the impeding doom of hyeon casting over her heavily, “ t-the general told me to not be hopeful, as it’s rare that the soldiers   &.   medics a-actually make it out,  especially since they c-can’t stay where he went missing anymore f-for some bullshit safety reasons,  i-i don’t know ! ” her tone was starting to grow louder as the anger set in, eyebrows furrowed as the confusion  &.  agitation set in, “ i’m so sorry,  i know how much he loved you,  &. how much well, i-i hope you loved him .. ”

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thrillcr replied to your post:christmas eve fucked me up the moment i hear it...

chill

litsen.......................... don't tell me to chill when i'm talking about christmas eve.....................

[forgttcn]

       “ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 perfectly fucking civil. ” sirius responded pushing the man away as he was far too close for his liking. he didn’t even remember what pissed the guy off but he was sirius, he must’ve done something. his wand fell off his coat and rolled over to a girl watching nearby. “ sorry for that, love. let me grab my –– ” he couldn’t say wand outright, “ my stick. sentimental value and all. did i cause too much disturbance? ” he said after looking around and seeing quite a few eyes on him. ( @thrillcrs​ + victoire ) 

[tunglrsux]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ?    𖧧

                𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐀

you’re definitely in your lane.    you’re innovative and extremely knowledgeable, you also tend to be extremely low - key and prefers to keep things for you.    you have an eccentric  ( and yet simple ) beauty.    you might be a bit shy or simply introverted but you like to take certain risks when it comes to your style,  going for statement  ( and creative )  pieces,  as well as intricate timeless silhouettes.    you’re all about the details and the simple little things.    there’s a lot of you that you don’t share with the world and like margiela himself,  you’re a bit of a mystery to those around you.    that air of mystique, paired with your brilliant mind,  is what makes you so alluring.

tagged by :    @thrillcr​   ty !!    💌 tagging :    uhhh,  anyone who wants to.    ᵕ 𖥦 ᵕ

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" anywhere can be paradise as long as you have the will to live. after all, you are alive, so you will always have the chance to be happy. "⠀⠀rue ⠀/⠀jacob⠀ᵕ̈

evangelion quotes meme ( accepting ) + @thrillcr // jacob

There’s something to be said for Jacob’s persistence... that faith he had, unshakeable, despite how many times she’s fallen, disappointed him; he holds out a palm, examines at scraped knees, repeats, all the way back to her that she try to avoid the MAKESHIFT DISASTER that she represented. Damn. Take a breath, hold the course, she gets up - she tries again. For someone who feels like, barely older than her, he seems packed with wisdom, the way most addicts are, honestly... it’s almost as if someone compresses a lifetime worth of sadness for them to consume, for them to grow into, shoes that they’ll never fill, they’re cast out and cast down from society. Degenerate failures, as if, their weight meant nothing, but fuck, America, right? 

They don’t meet like she used to with Ali for pancakes; the diner feels like it’s his space, him on rainy days on Christmas Eve as they both pretend that they’re not reminiscing over the people that they’ve lost to their own struggles with sobriety. And in him, only then, does Rue realize that PERHAPS EVEN SUCCESS will not matter... people only ever hold onto the worst of who you’ve been, they watch you, crawl, and can’t ever picture you as anything other than being someone who spends their lives on their knees. But can’t they be more? Aspire for better? Or is the hard truth that this is their own, reformed punishment. Drugs, alcohol, or not, it’s the things you do in your desperation that burn behind people’s eyes, and no matter how much you might want to take back the horrors that you’ve inflicted upon them, you never really get it all back, do you?

                                    Hard truths.

It’s the topic of discussion, as she fumbles with a lighter and tries to smoke, a makeshift, hold on, high, that she uses to ween herself as she tries not to imagine the awkward process of going back to school. “I fucking HATE THIS PLACE.” she says, as if that’s the source of her problems, though, he knows better than that, doesn’t he? Jacob doesn’t let her cling to her excuses, swatting them back with a careful hand, a hat on his head, that he pulls by the brim, his words feeling cold within her chest at first. But maybe that’s what it takes - a moment, so that they can ruminate within her chest, a feeling that adds, like water, to allows those seeds to take root. “Anywhere, huh?” Inhale. Exhale. Being alive, is that really enough? Is the opportunity for happiness, worth the risk of pain? Or is it all a matter of perception? A long-drawn sigh rattles within her mouth, off the tip of her tongue, eyes turning skyward so that he can’t see her, can’t, read her. “... I guess.... I guess being alive is something.” said the girl who said she didn’t plan on being here long - but maybe that’s a discussion for another time, another place, watching the smoke as it filters past her lips, and floats up, up, up.

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