1lvaites

[1lvaites]

I need to give you a warning as your girlfriend. I’m going to share everything that’s yours. Your sadness, delight, happiness, despair. Everything. So… don’t hide because things are tough. Make sure to leave my share. If you don’t lean on me, I’ll be lonely.

TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-ONE (2022) dir. Jung Ji Hyun

#i just want this to be the last thing on this blog LMAO

[1lvaites]

gotta bug u on my new multi ehehe ,,,, n e ways hi ily <3

HELLO KENNY MY BELOVED ............ love it

#hi hehehehehe

[1lvaites]

lil reminder that you are amazing and I love u 💕 SWEET SWEET MACY!

AND U ARE ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT AND I LOVE U !!!!!!!!!! u have my whole heart and leg just for extra insurance <3

#onceselfish #𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. ⊹ ₊ * ‹ ooc › #giving u sm kisses rn

[1lvaites]

[      JANG WOOK.      ] 

   over the short time he’d been granted access to songrim,   it felt like wook was slowly losing his mind.   he couldn’t decide if his lack of sanity had more to do with the fact that he was sleep deprived from the non-stop dueling,   or if he couldn’t get the prospect of mu-deok loving yul out of his mind.   all he knew was he had been so angry since mudeok basically told him to forget his feelings,   the rage building up from his core with every new wound that tore at his flesh over these past nine days,   but even that anger was no match for the tightening in his chest as they stood in cheonbugwan   -   mudeok’s lower lip quivering and tears filling her eyes as she attempted to distance herself from him.   he knew there was a chance that she would absorb his energy if he touched her,   but that was a risk he was willing to take.   for while,   he simply held her as the constellations told unspoken stories around them,   his thumb gently caressing where it rested against her messy braid.   reluctantly,   he released her from his grip,   hands dropping to her shoulders and his back straightening so he could face her once again.   “   you will be fine.   ”   he reiterated,   his voice firm as his digits dug gently into the fabric of her songrim uniform in attempt to ground her once again.

YOU WILL BE FINE,   HE SAYS,   BUT HE DOES NOT FEEL THE TEMPTATION THAT SEEPS INTO THE VEINS OF A STOLEN BODY.    he does not feel the trepidation coating her nerves and the heart that hammers out of desperation         —         a ruthless assassin with a name that was no longer a name of her own,   with a past she could not hold,   and a new face she can’t align with entirely.    she forgets her place,   she always does,   and her spite and building desire to complete her revenge continues to reach peaks.    but it simmers,   dies down,   becomes a second thought when she’s forced to follow after her young master      (  more accurately,   her pupil,   THOUGH THE DEEP CREVICES OF HER HEART PONDERS OF ANOTHER TITLE         —         OF ANOTHER POSSIBILITY IN A WORLD FAR KINDER THAN THIS  ).     taking a life has never been known to shake her core,   but the reality lies in here         :         this is a cruel reminder of her fate as a soul shifter.    it is only long until she runs wild and hurts those she’s grown to care for most.    and only long until she’s petrified.    

muscles twitch with budding anxiety and unease,   yet the plump of her cheek lies gently against inner frame of his arm         —         HER SANCTUM,   HER NEWFOUND PLACE OF SAFETY AND BELONGING.    SHOULD SHE DESTROY THIS SAFE - HAVEN AS WELL ?    TAKE HIM DOWN THE SAME WRETCHED PATH AS HER ?         “  jang wook.  ”         she finally speaks,   voice softer and gentler than she intends          —         the same fear and tear - soaked pipes still breaks through.    how despicable,   how unruly had this deadly assassin become         :         to seek comfort in another’s hold.    and yet she clings to him,   not yet taking sight of the universe’s wonders that projected around them.         “  i don’t know when i will hurt you,   but i will.    it is what will happen,   and i will die before i let myself do that.  ”

#elverkonge #𝒊. ⊹ ₊ * ‹ naksu mudeok › ‚ 𝐢𝐧𝐭. #u can time skip this if u want or we can like do a weird ass combo of what happened in that ep and smth else #EITHER WAY I M STRAIGHT U P IN PAIN #we could also pretend this i sjust another instance of her Freakign out about running wild #UP TO U

[1lvaites]

You said you’ll never be happy again. I’m against that. You can’t give up on happiness. So how about this? From now on, when you hang out with me, you can be happy and keep it a secret. When it’s just us two, let’s be happy when we’re together.

TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-ONE dir. Jung Ji-hyun, 2022

#this made my chest hurt #idk why i went back into the tags LMAOOOOOO #FUCKKJKKK #anyways <3 #watch 2521 if you haven’t

[1lvaites]

i lied i didn’t do a revamp im too lazy but i did finally change my header and added a pinned photo <3

#yes it's been months and i am not at all over 2521 #nor will i ever be #so im sticking to that theme <3 #it just rlly fUCKS MEU P

[1lvaites]

unpopular opinion but putting anti-blank is so pointless and performative lmao

#regarding like problematic authors or producers etc etc #‘gonna write anti jkr hermione’ bruh just write hermione #seeing a tvd blog with anti plec BRO WE ALL HATE HER JUST DO U #anti sjm but having 103948383939 blogs for her charas #or my favorite : anti jeff davis <3 i promise he won’t spontaneously combust bc u put that #i wish rp would realize that by writing the charas it doesn’t mean ur supporting them monetarily #if we’re talking about the amount of attention the media gets istg putting anti doesn’t change it #i mean at the end of the day u do u #it’s just an empty gesture #i remmeber at one point in the hp rpc they called out ppl who didn’t have anti jkr like what

[1lvaites]

[      ERICA REYES.      ]      ​

“   UH  ,      YEAH  .      LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYWHERE  .   ”      the corner of your lip twists  ,      a smile that echoes a contradictory cold warmth  .      a girl  ,      an oxymoron  ,      you find comfort in the other  .      though your paths were not paved the same  ,      you see within her disconnect  ,      a reflection of yourself  .      similar to her  ,      reborn in a new image  ,      reborn a new girl in a world that shifted under both your feet  .      though you say it in less than enough words  ,      you pray she feels the same  .      “   you cannot go to      [      …      ]      mcdonalds      without there being forks  ,      y’know  .      have you not been like going out  ?      at all  ?   ”

it’s comforting to find a connection in this manner,   where she can such things that others had deemed so normal for their world that had been nonexistent in hers.    for a short amount of time,   anyways.    she looks like them,   and she’s expected to think and feel the way they do but she does not.    and so she feels less alone when she’s with erica.         “  mcdonald’s !    that’s what absolutely baffles me.    nobody goes there to order something you eat with a fork.    it’s all burgers and french fries !    like,   it just doesn’t make any sense when our fingers can do the job.  ”         and she wiggles her own as she speaks,   eyes widening and body language animated as her observations are validated.         “  i have.    sometimes.    i don’t really care to,   but it happens sometimes.    i still don’t     ...  ”         she trails off in thought,   pearls gnawing on the inside of her cheek before she finishes,         “  get it.  ” 

#trnsform #𝒊. ⊹ ₊ * ‹ malia tate › ‚ 𝐢𝐧𝐭.

[1lvaites]

what   the   fuck   is   a   bible?

#this promo is so good wtf u always go off #IM SO HYPED FOR THIS OC THO and i’m just a fan

[1lvaites]

     NOW,   WHICH SHADE DO YOU BLEED ?             [     SCARLET ?     OR RED.     ]         /         c.

#juliette is my main homeslice and i just think she deserves more attention <3 #so im giving it to her lmao

[1lvaites]

# 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 :   𝘚𝘖   𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌   ,    𝐍𝐎𝐖    𝐈    𝐂𝐀𝐍   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖    𝐘𝐎𝐔     /      ( ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶰᶰᵉʳ ʷᵒʳᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍˢ   )  .  an    independent,    private    &&        highly    selective    original    character    based    on    my    own    canon    &    inspiration    from    biblical    lore.        a    study    in    survivor’s    guilt    ,    acknowledging    your    self    worth    ,    second    chances    ,    run    girl    ,    run    ,    the    trauma    of    being    the    sole    survivor    ,    am    i    even    human    anymore    ? ,  finding   divinity   within   me ,  god   is   a   woman, she wears a halo above her head , heaven missing an angel .  triggers    will    be    present    ,    please    proceed    with    caution    !!!        created    by    gina    .    MINORS    DO    NOT    INTERACT    /    PERSONALS    DO    NOT    INTERACT        !

#this is so sexy wtf i am . REACHING OUT ..............FOR A KITH................ #no but i am absolutley obsessed with angela's story #i am invested

[1lvaites]

AND            THEN            I            SAW            YOU.      a      study      of      love      quinn      from      netflix’s      you.      heavily      headcanon      based,      highly      selective.      written      by      tas.      #𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓

#tas's love quinn just absolutely destroys me #i hate her <3 #in the best way tbh #anyways #u are . very much so missing out if ur not following tyvm

[1lvaites]

[      LIP GALLAGHER.      ]     

[      sms:   mandy m.      ]         yeah,      i’m a fuckin insomniac [      sms:   mandy m.      ]        why?

@ilvaites​​

*      SMS      :         sucks for you lmao *      SMS      :         idk i’m bored. can’t sleep *      SMS      :         saw smth that reminded me of u

#bentrule #𝒊. ⊹ ₊ * ‹ mandy milkovich › ‚ 𝐢𝐧𝐭.

[1lvaites]

if ppl stopped overreacting when receiving criticism or being approached and took it like a mature adult there wouldn’t be nearly half the drama lmao

#ik it can feel embarassing or whatever to be perceived but like . #consider this: #whoever reached out cared enough to not wanna let u continue being a fool and doing silly things #and u have the audacity fo act like a wee lil btch???? #no wonder the rpc can’t communicate for shit #genuinely not a vague i just had to educate my white supervisor on smth he was doing that was problematic and ignorant lmao #and he reacted like a piss baby #which reminded me of rp <3

[1lvaites]

[      ERICA REYES.      ] ​

“   WELL  ,      THANK YOU  .   ”      you flip your hair over your shoulder  ,      chin raised as if a beam of sunlight was striking you directly  ,      &*      you solely on your cheek  .      there’s a power rushing through your veins  ,      flowing from head to toe bringing you an overt confidence you have never tasted      (      no longer blood on your tongue  ,      raw sugar instead      )  .      people bask at your feet  :      for a small price  ,      he says  ,      but that price is more than worth it for you  .      “   had a bit of a makeover  ,      i was tired of being that girl everyone laughed at      -      y’know  ?   ”

his arms are folded over his chest,   inquisitive in his gaze and stance.    he spots the joy and the relief in her face,   unaware that it’d been his classmate at first.    she was a different person,   energy radiating far more different than he’d gotten to know.         “  yeah.  ”         he nods,   dimpled smile breaking over his lips as he ignores the indistinct chatter of bystanders.    they enjoyed gossip too much,   and sought excitement wherever they could.    he couldn’t say it aloud,   but it made him sad.   sad that she was pushed past a point of no return     (  if that was even what happened  ).         “  i don’t think they’ll doing much of that.    they shouldn’t have been in the first place.  ”         but it’s not as if he’s done enough to stop it.    teenagers were cruel monsters.         “  you stayin’ for lunch ?    need a buddy ?  ” 

#trnsform #𝒊. ⊹ ₊ * ‹ daniel mahealani › ‚ 𝐢𝐧𝐭. #they ............

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[      NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI.      ] 

      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒,      flashbacks to yesterday’s treatment was    [  …  ]    scarring,  an attempt to put it lightly as he could.  his gratitude doesn’t fluctuate nonetheless,  atsushi can not deny the inevitable feeling of life once done;    as if reborn.

lips pull into a grin subconsciously,  a sparkle in dual hues.    ❛  i do  ?  ❜    perhaps he’d been a tad eager to question  (  but, if yosano has decided he looked better than yesterday,  he wouldn’t have to go through with the treatment again,  right  ?  ).  grin retracts back into a smile,  relief expressed by the exhale of his nostrils    –    as subtly as he could,    ❛  i wouldn’t had felt better if it hadn’t been for your help yosano - san.  ❜

it’s said with disappointment,   really.    a pout had formed over her lips,   hands resting on her hips as she inspects the were - tiger with a stern gaze.         “  yes.  ”           a huff leaves her lips.    boring.    the doctor had been more than excited to get multiple visitors to her office from yesterday’s case,   especially after such a drought !    heels clack over the floor as she steps closer,   humming in thought.    perhaps his ability was allowing him to heal faster than the others.    what an enigma.    and then a smile stretches over her features,         “  ah !    and you acknowledge my work !    you’re quickly becoming my favorite after tanizaki.  ”   

#hakuju #𝒊. ⊹ ₊ * ‹ yosano akiko › ‚ 𝐢𝐧𝐭.

[1lvaites]

[      HOPE MIKAELSON.      ]     

         most people couldn’t confidently say that they have stared death in the face.         out of the people that could,      even less could claim that it’s been on multiple occasions.         out of   those   minimal amount of unfortunate people,      whose lives have consisted of avoiding death instead of actually living,      there comes a time that your reaction is to just accept it.         when faced with near-death experiences more times than you could count,      you pick up a knack of knowing when death is avoidable and when it is inevitable.         hope is in the latter group of people facing the latter situation,      her eyes squeezing shut in a form of surrender to the inevitable that she had avoided for so long.         she evaluates the situation as best as she could      —      less than a second of reaction time is available to her.         she’s on the ground,      her hands busy catching her fall to her highest ability,      her feet twisted below her.         no chance of escape.         but as she succumbs to the idea of the end,      her breath is knocked harshly from her tightened lungs as she feels a force before her body coasts through the air.         she doesn’t come to a halt until her back hits a tree,      her head smashing off of the protruding and uneven bark.         when she opens her eyes and her vision clears,      she sees @ilvaites​ standing with her arm outstretched towards the newest monster,      who had made the decision to flee after whatever spell the blonde had screamed following the harsh removal of hope from the area.         the hybrid’s breaths are heavy as she leans back,      bringing her knees to her chest as a form of solace,      attempting to ground herself with the comfort and security of her own body.            ❝      lizzie      —      i think you just saved my life.      ❞

the witch exists as a walking paradox         —         never the savior,   always the moving chaos    :    yet just what’s needed when it comes down to it.    she surprises herself more than anyone when she thinks about it,   finding hypocrisy and inconsistency in her own actions.    there’s spite that rests in the marrow of her being,   spite that had been born the moment her eyes laid sight on the hybrid,   the moment she’d decided everything had gone absolutely wrong because of her.    and she still believes it,   still bites her tongue whenever their super squad designated her their leader           —         because face it,   she was.    and their world would have been absolutely obliterated without her.    but she hates it,   always have and always will,   even if she’s learned to swallow the poison down until it festers in her core.    it’s just the way it will always be.    it just stings a little less,   nags at her a little less.    was this growth ?    was all that bullshit of therapy paying off ?    hilarious.    it’d explain why she jumped in without a second thought,   without hesitation         —         she who is mortal,   leaving her life up to the fates of chance.    and just when she didn’t think she could get any stupider     :     elizabeth saltzman,   you continue to exceed even your own expectations !         

“  no duh.  ”         and just like that,   the annoyance is quick to seep into its usual home.         “  what would you do without me ?  ”         a moment of silence passes through before she laughs,   something forced and fused with pride.         “  oh,   right.    die.  ”         pad of her fingers tap at her forehead as if she’d reached an epiphany.       “  hope mikaelson,   you’re slacking.    little ol’ me saving you has got to taste good,   doesn’t it ?  ”         perhaps she was rubbing it in her face just a tad much,   but when would she get another opportunity to do so ?   to be bask in her own success of mimicking the hero ?    finally stepping closer,   she holds out her hand,         “  come on.   uppity up you go.    can’t risk hanging around here.  ” 

#bentrule #𝒊. ⊹ ₊ * ‹ lizzie saltzman › ‚ 𝐢𝐧𝐭. #lizzie . is a lot as per usual