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are some of the people newer to tumblr aware of the joys of theme customization on desktop? I know some ppl are just on mobile so they can’t really change things but like SO many blogs nowadays have 0 theme customization and just use the default theme and I’m beginning to wonder if they even know about the option. It’s one of the main reasons why I still use tumblr
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dishwashing affirmations
the dishes are more scared of you than you are scared of them.
if you put on a little song you can have a dish washing party.
washing dishes is a great way to make new friends (e.g. frying pans, cups, etc.).
despite any misinformation you may see online, a fork has never bitten anyone. they are gentle, even-tempered creatures that often just want to nap.
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hiatus
going away for a while to get better at writing lol
i’ll be back by about august 👍
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wait i just noticed the mics attached to them....... they're filming run bts i just know it
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(Not) Till the end -Bang Chan
genre: HEAVY angst
word count: ~700 words
warnings/content: Mentions of death, funerals, heaaavy angst. All of skz are mentioned to be dead. Android apocalypse!au. Reader dies, Channie cries. No happy ending :(
Bang Chan ran to the mangled body, owned by his precious lover, you. He was too late. The androids that have been taking over the world have succeeded. Of course, there were still thousands of people fighting for their lives, but to Chan, you were his world.
A peaceful tune rang around your mind as you withered away in death. You had been fighting against an army of androids on your own. You knew you stood no chance, but you gave it your all. It was the only thing you could do to repay the world of your deeds, because you had created the monsters that roamed your world. When Chan ran over to your body, you didn’t even have the energy to open your eyes anymore. The whirring of the androids, along with the peaceful lullaby in your head was oddly calming.
“You can’t die like this!” The leader shouted. “The irony.” Chan thought to himself. You were the one who helped him get over Hyunjin, Han and Felix’s deaths, but now he was the one who had to deal with your death. And he had to deal with those feelings fast, because another army of your creations were beginning to swarm.
“Open your eyes! Please!” Chan pleaded. He must stay strong. Stay strong for the remaining people of Stray Kids. But how? How was he supposed to stay strong when the person he loved with all his heart, all his might couldn’t stay alive?
Time was running out. The tick-tock of his worn-down watch that was gifted by you reminded him how little time both of you had. “Wake up, damnit! Y/N!” He fell, meek. This state of him made him reminisce about when you saved him from the same androids that were about to kill you both.
The slight rise and fall of your chest had stopped long ago. “They’re gone.” Chan realised. He stood up in seething, silent rage. “All you do is destroy! They’re dead! There’s no point in making me suffer more…” His voice rose and fell, like waves of melancholy in a dull,solem beach.
“You promised we would stay till the end…till the end of this hellhole!” Chan sobbed. He turned to you, then looked back at the androids that were busy with the other members who came to his aid. He watched numbly as Seungmin got stabbed by the sharp blades of the android, Changbin get thrown off of the crumbling cliff they were situated on, and Jeongin running over to him, his precious dimples showing. “Hyung! i’m so happy to see-“ Before his head snapped unnaturally towards the side.
“Just kill me already…please.” Chan watched as Jeongin fell next to Minho’s body. “I have nothing, NOTHING to live for.” But of course they kept him alive. Chan knelt down, back facing the androids and front facing your body. He knew he was being a coward by dying like this but he just wanted the last thing he could see to be you. The androids started whirring again. It was like they sympathised for him.
“Till the end.” Chan whispered, not afraid of the inevitable death coming towards him. “Till the end, Y/N. See you soon, angel.”
The ringing in his ears stopped, all he could hear was the disgusting noise of the blades stabbing into his flesh. Echo. Echo. Echo
Nobody showed up for the auto-generated funeral Chan had planned for himself long ago. All the people he invited were dead. "Today, we are here for [Redacted]'s funeral,"The hologram's voice resonated through the empty wasteland of a chapel.The eulogy for the person who didn't exist anymore, performed by someone who never existed.
As for you? The world didn't go too easy on you after what you did to the world. You were doomed to suffer no matter what, where, when, and who you are. You and Chan never met again, even in the afterlife.
Consider this your punishment, Y/N.
consider a reblog? ^^
writing tag: #lixie.cake
@lixieswritingbakery do not repost.
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chapter i: falling into space
The night was still young as you exited the dingy club, taking a cigarette between your fingers from a friend to unwind. The slow cycle of breathing in and puffing out smoke allowed you to mull on the night’s events.
Tonight, you met a stranger.
You’ve never been one to pay attention to people around you, but curiously enough, as you sipped on an unfamiliar drink you had mindlessly picked off the menu, your eyes were drawn to a couple shielded by the shadows in the club.
Like every other couple in this club, they were dancing against each other, pressed up into the other’s chest like they were stuck together with 502 glue. The man held his dance partner closely, swaying along to the rhythm with expertise, as alluring as his backside was, his full face was hidden from your view. You observed his figure as discreetly as you could over the rim of your glass, feeling a bit greedy for a full view of him.
Swiftly, the man turned his partner to the right, and you could now see his side profile clearly. You quickly notice that he has a sharp jawline and how his face very much suited his body, both seeming delicate at a glance, but from the way he moved you knew the amount of power and control he had on himself. The music grew all the more intense, and he held the woman tighter, turning in a circle until- his eyes fell on you.
How ever unreal it may sound, you felt like you were hypnotized by those eyes, partly colored by shadow. They had a slight glint to them, resembling ones of a feline as the man took his gaze off of you without care and back on the woman. You felt a surge of annoyance when you realized he wasn’t interested or attracted in you at all, which was incredibly irrational, as you think back to the moment hours later. Perhaps it was the mood in the club, or the disgustingly sweet drink you had in your hand, but you wanted his eyes to be on you always.
You had soon walked out of the club, not wanting to wallow on your strange urges any longer. It was unreasonable to feel that way, and you certainly hated the way your emotions were out of your control.
As you held the cigar, enjoying the night winds, you absent-mindedly scratched the bandaged wound on your cheek. The image of the man dancing to shitty bar music replayed in your mind, and somehow you keep seeing his eyes in front of yours, like a predator seeking prey. You immediately brushed off the idea of going to meet him again, not wanting to get anymore involved with anyone who goes to that goddamned club. You’ve seen too many freaky things happening there.
The phoenix tree planted on the stone path slowly sheds its dead leaves, and you stare at the littered road for a moment before moving the head of the cigar in-between your thumb and your index, taking the flame out. The stranger you met in the club still at the back of your mind, you sigh heavily, and decide to head back home.
(this is supposed to be a story in about ten parts because i’m down atrocious for more!hoseok :/ don’t make any assumptions about the characters or the plotline until you know everything because nothing in this story is the way it seems right now)
edited 14/7
#sr: bts#gen: fc#reader x jung hoseok#jung hoseok x reader#hoseok x reader#reader x hoseok#bts x reader#bts oneshots#zemontag
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Goddamn....Techno truly would be the only person in the goddamn world to make post mortem merch...
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