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send me a ship yada yada + dexther
send me a ship and i’ll tell you ─ starring esther and declan
where was their first date?: that might still be up to debate, since esther has already lost count of how many casual first encounters she and declan had before starting to actually go out together. the one that is still the most vivid in her mind, however, is the memory of making plans to see him in a party alpha would throw, the one they hadn’t even bothered attending before sneaking off to get to his kombi.
what my muse would do to cheer yours up: declan always has the worst mood downpours when stressful things happen and there’s little he can do about it. over the months, esther learned how to deal with those by forcing him out of his misery state by talking to him, coming up with new things and places for them to visit and absolutely anything where she could actively help by being there for him. but just like herself would say, there’s nothing like sex to lighten up one’s mood.
who wakes the other up with kisses (and where)?: since declan is the early riser, he’s usually the one to wake esther up with neck kisses, all the way up to one shoulder before she’s out of her sleep and perfectly ready to retribute him by doing what she does best.
who would pour water on the other to wake them up?: esther, probably, since she’s just oh so funny. it would be one of the worst pranks ever since both sleep in the same bed, but her boyfriend’s pissed reaction would be absolutely priceless.
how my muse would wake your’s up: she’d probably spend a good 10 minutes just staring dreamily at declan’s soft, relaxed expressions that prove that he’s far, far away in sleepland. she’d then proceed to pepper kisses all over his face, her fingertips tracing his skin and pretty much anything that she can get her hands on before he wakes up and throws her off her own game.
who would start a food fight while baking or cooking?: esther would playfully smear some flour on his face and end up dirtying one of his ten thousand black t-shirts. he’d do the same. next thing they see, it is food war I and no one’s safe from the mess they made in their kitchen.
who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies?: esther, obviously. she’d bring up the subject once and after any of his slightest agreements she’d put the task into gear. they’d probably end up feeling sleepy as fuck and collapse on top of each other for 12 hours.
who said i love you first and how (or when) did they say it?: declan gave a hint about it first, back in the camp trip their university had prepared. esther almost ruined everything by trying to do it through texts, but later that night, at the fireworks exposition, declan brought her close and said it first.
who would get into a physical altercation over the other?: esther would, for literally any reason she could find to justify it. it would probably be because of jealousy.
who insists on purchasing a pet together (and what kind of pet?): both really wanted a dog since way before they even moved in together. hannibal, their big, stupid and maddening dog, is the best thing that happened in their lives. he makes a mess out of their loft and eats his fair share of shoes and clothes, but he’s still the most beloved pet.
who is louder (in and out of bed)?: esther is the one who’s extremely loud in bed, bless her heart. it really is all because of declan’s doing, though. out of it, however, they’re both pretty much quiet people, esther’s exceptions happening when she’s got two or three drinks in her system.
who takes more risks (in and out of bed)?: they both like to try out new things whenever the subject is brought up, but esther’s probably the one who does it first. she just knows he will be on board with whatever she suggests, anyway.
who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first?: none of them, since they find that the daddy kink is a very disgusting kink to have. when discussing the subject once, through text, esther innocently asked if declan had a daddy kink, and then proceeded to never think about the idea of it again.
what is their shared, favourite kink?: anything aboard the bdsm train is their go-to choice, mostly bondage and making good use of their dominant/submissive roles. there’s no need to wonder about who’s playing what: esther’s the little sub bitch through and through.
describe their typical kiss: it is usually the maddeningly slow one, the one that’s deepened as each second ticks by, which ends up becoming way more than just a kiss, since they can’t help themselves as soon as they’ve got their hands on each other and the slightest bit of privacy. there’s not even the need for privacy, depending on their situation.
how my muse shows their love for yours: esther is constantly finding new ways to show her love for her boyfriend. she loves searching up for new songs that express how they got to know each other, how they got involved, how life’s been a rollercoaster ever since they got together. one of her favorite ways is sharing poems, lines and beautiful things she finds during her days, always the most romantic ones possible. she wonders if there really is something that could ever fully express how stupidly in love she is.
their favourite ways to give affection: sharing songs and thoughts with each other, touching each other constantly, confessing how they feel on a daily; how even the slightest things make them remember about their moments together and how blissful it is.
who is more dominate?: this is not even up to debate. declan is.
who sings in the shower?: esther is not much of a singer, so it would probably be something that declan does and that’s absolutely out of his context. his song choices must always be any great 2010 punk-rock hit.
who washes the other’s hair in the shower?: esther does, and she simply loves to do it. one of her favorite things ever is feeling his strands between her fingers, no matter the context of it.
who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush?: that is probably a conjoined idea that they put to the greatest use, no matter how late they end up being. esther will tease him first, try to get away with it and then realize how hopeless that would be as soon as he puts his mind to making her suffer.
who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family?: esther does, and she thinks it’s the funniest thing ever to watch declan squirm as he tries to maintain a conversation with his mother, since they don’t really visit her own family. his mom probably even knows what must be going on in the places her eyes can’t reach.
who has the weirder taste in music?: they’re both avid music consumers, but esther went through more phases during her life, even dipping her toes in the reggaeton pool once. declan likes his alternative rock better, no matter how doubtful his choices are every once in a while.
who would initiate dancing in the rain?: declan would twirl her around the street first and she would take it upon her to get them waltzing until they’re back home, laughing until her cheeks hurt.
who would be the one to suggest marriage?: they both want it so much that it probably was a very conjoined thought. and it might happen soon enough.
what would they name their children?: some nice, simple name for a very sexy child, esther would say. one that would take from something they admire a lot. no, it won’t be ryan ross
who would their children take after more?: declan, probably. their little four-eyed gremlin would be the same as his father, all quiet, brooding and brilliant. he’d get his looks from his mother, though.
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💒 + yurose
send me 💒 + a ship for five wedding headcanons, starring primrose bae and yukwon nam !!
these dummies really came to my mind when i reblogged that ask meme so i’m glad you sent in because i’d be too shy to ask... also i didn’t read it was supposed to be only five headcanons so i did ten but ANYWAY this is yurose ultimate dumb wedding scenario, let’s get it!
i don’t think they’d wait too long to get married - not that they want desperately to get shiny rings and kiss it forever, but i swear i can PICTURE the two of them doing it out of impulse. they spoke about it a little while ago and, since then, primrose daydreams about calling him hubby, because hey, yukwon nam is husband material to his core;
the idea of really getting married as they joke around way too much about way too important things would be brought up in between kisses and tipsy yet meaningful and deep convos. it would be typical yurose material: they’d be lying on his bed, rosie all curled up as he caressed her scalp. she suggested and he asked when in a blink, and the idea was born. it didn’t even have a date or place settled up, but they were going to get married;
primrose is a lot, and yukwon knows it better than anyone else. she’d want something one day and the complete opposite just two hours ahead, so wedding plans would be something out of this world. after a month or so filled up with dumb discussions every night, an excuse for them to drink more wine together and end up making out instead of getting the job done, they’d have finally some little things figured out. time wouldn’t matter as they really felt like they have all the time in the world just for them to love each other;
and of course they’d subscribe to all wedding magazines out there and flick them all through together late at night when together in bed. this is so soft please stop me i’m crying;
the marriage itself would come up to something small, yet meaningful to them. to be completely honest, there’s nothing in the world that really matters to her apart from him, so it would be tough to figure out what to do once she already had yukwon, everything she wanted. besides, they don’t have the money to throw themselves a big wedding straight out of a movie - and they wouldn’t like it to do so even if they had the cash, so it would be small, something to them, family and closest friends;
as they both share the same big city dream since day one, it’s pretty obvious that they were not only to get married somewhere far away from that butthole of a city where they met, but also to start a new life, together, far. that being said, there was no way that they were going to marry anywhere else but in england, and rosie made sure to choose bath as where they’d hold a small yet beautiful gathering, family and friends there for the weekend. of course, they’d save up for months just to fly his family there, to the city she chose just because, her own words, matched their aesthetic;
the ceremony itself would be simple, probably in a garden or somewhere open. she’d go for a light dress and he’d look the cutest wearing an wool summer vest, light in fabric and also color to match the clear sky the late morning mood they’d set up;
as soon as the wedding itself was over, they’d have all the guests over a cozy event space to have a party, with a whole lot of wine and their favorite things in the world, that including french cuisine from the bottom to the top. of course kwonie would’ve wanted to get the catering done all by himself, but rosie talked him out of it a few months back with a lot of kissing and silly promises for their days off for honeymoon. still, sitting the closest to him, the just-married now mrs nam wouldn’t help herself but laugh a little at how her just-married mr nam wouldn’t stop making remarks about the food and how he’d done it differently;
the party would last the whole day and even go few hours into the night, sky still light as it was summertime. when finally alone but still there, before what they called their wedding, primrose would laugh while hugging him, still stumbled upon their doing. soft kisses and more vows of love, that time only to his ears, so, so deep in love;
FINALLY for their honeymoon, they’d deadass rent a villa in cornwall. willing to enjoy the away time together, every single day was going to be beach day for the whole week there. and of course, as both of them were saving up just for that, it would be pretty loaded. champagne every night and many bottles of their best wine, yukwon already tipsy words while asking for room service. primrose would for sure get a sunburn and end up like a toasted shrimp, while kwonie would go back to london with white marks from his shirt, a joke his wife would roll out in between laughter every time she saw him shirtless for some weeks.
THAT’S IT, they’re getting married and it’ll be soft and yurose aesthetic to its tiniest molecules. also they’re so stupid that it makes me laugh at how accurate these are. yurose european married life lockdown 🌹
#deathcabforplots#it's the mr and mrs nam for me#𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 › answered#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 › primrose bae#* ♡ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 › primrose x yukwon#to my partner ♡ mandy
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qual dos nossos brotps/ships se dariam bem num reality show? e qual reality show?
pensa aqui comigo em um conceito: shiwon e jiali no BBB! os surtos e as conversas mais inapropriadas para toda a família tradicional coreana/brasileira chorar (porém eles saindo mesmo assim vitoriosos, primeiro e segundo lugar pois melhor duo!!!)
ask meme pro 1x1: still accepting
#poderia ser na fazenda também pensa só#eles cuidando das vacas juntos#das galinhas#estariam em casa#deathcabforplots#˚ * ——— 🍉. 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 » answers .
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suji
SPELL A MUSE’S NAME IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL TELL YOU…
s: how do they tell someone they’re sorry?
parando de enviar o gif do caranguejo, assim todos sabem que ela não está mais puta e se arrependeu
u: would they rather be single or in a relationship?
solteira né mores, catadora de lixo jamais! imagina namorar uma pessoa brega igual o pj .. deus livre e guarde ela.
j: what is their most irrational fear?
uma vez ela teve um pesadelo onde o gif do caranguejo com a faca não existe e desde então se tornou o medo dela!
i: in general, are they organized or messy?
organizada pois de bagunça já basta o resto da vida dela, coitada os mico né
#deathcabforplots#agora sou a suji#amei#virei player de uma grande gostosa#˚ * 〈 🍉 〉 answers ━━ * 〔 ᵐⁱˢᶜ 〕
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wilhelimina
W: Would they be starstruck if they met a celebrity?
Ela provavelmente ficaria atenta e empolgada ao notar a presença de algum famoso, mas não tentaria se aproximar subitamente e sim agir o mais natural possivel.
I: In general, are they organized or messy?
Mina é um bom meio termo. Nas atividades relacionadas à escola, ela costuma ser organizada, principalmente nas disciplinas que mais se identifica. Em relação aos outros aspectos da vida, ela costuma ser mais desligada e isso inclui a organização das próprias coisas e ao planejamento de outras atividades.
L: How often do they post on their social media accounts?
Raramente. As postagens ficariam mais frequentes durante suas viagens, com certeza.
H: Who texts/calls them the most?
Pippa e Henrik, com certeza.
E: Are they the happiest they’ve ever been?
Definitivamente não. Apesar de ter passado as férias da melhor forma, isso acabou lhe custando a relação com Yohannes, que ela estava realmente esperançosa de os dois poderem assumir isso de alguma forma, mas que a briga não facilitou nada sua volta para o convívio da família deles e também da relação dos dois em Durmstrang. O fato de ainda precisar esconder o envolvimento com ele do melhor amigo também a deixa em um conflito terrível, mas por sorte ela pode falar sobre isso com a Pippa, o que ajuda a tirar parte do peso e das cobranças dos próprios ombros. A relação de Wilhelmina com a mãe vai de mal a pior, uma vez que agora sua relação e aproximação do pai virou algo concreto. O conflito entre a família acaba impactando suas decisões para o futuro, deixando Mina ainda mais insegura e tentada a escolher passar um tempo longe.
L: How often do they post on their social media accounts?
respondido.
M: When’s the last time they talked to their mom?
Wilhelmina evita ao máximo falar mais do que o necessário com a mãe. Durante o ano letivo, ela costuma receber cartas semanalmente, ainda que não as responda com a mesma periodicidade. Já durante as férias, quando precisa voltar para a casa da mãe, os diálogos reais são raros e logo se transformam em discussões descontroladas, sendo assim, ela busca fugir para a casa do melhor amigo o quanto antes.
I: In general, are they organized or messy?
respondido.
N: Are they clumsy and/or prone to accidents?
A falta de organização na vida pessoal e planejamento definitivamente também influenciam sua atenção e as consequências disso são alguns pequenos acidentes pela rotina. Mina tenta realmente se atentar para não provocar acidentes durante suas atividades e dificilmente admite quando um descuido seu é o causador deles.
A: Who are their exes? Do they still keep in touch?
Ela provavelmente teve alguns rolinhos em Beauxbatons, mas nada realmente sério. Talvez o relacionamento mais consistente - se é pode chamar assim - que teve foi com Yohannes. O término não foi nada amigável e uma vez que os dois já se provocassem durante toda a infância, isso só se acentuou após a briga que resultou no rompimento.
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gabriela cravo e canela
g: what was their first job? o primeiro emprego da gabi nem foi bem um “emprego”. quando ela ia passar as férias de verão em maraú, com uns 16 anos, ela trabalhava na biblioteca da vila organizando os livros doados e alugando eles pros turistas. ganhava uns 20 reais toda manhã que comparecia e isso servia pra ela comprar alguma besteira nas lojinhas de lá.
a: who are their exes? do they still keep in touch? ela nunca foi muito de namorar; namoro, na concepção da gabi, é coisa muito séria, e o único relacionamento mais duradouro dela foi com uns 19 anos, se estendendo por 9 meses. ela descobriu que gosta muito mais de ser livre de qualquer amarra romântica e se diverte tendo vários casinhos esporádicos espalhados por aí, principalmente durante o carnaval.
b: who is the last person they shared a bed with? com alguma amiga, talvez? ou será que com o inominável que ela evita lembrar pra não ficar triste?
r: when’s the last time they had a birthday party? uma festa, festa mesmo, foi quando ela ainda tinha 18 anos. depois ela só passou a comemorar o 24 de novembro com os mais próximos, saindo pra beber e levando torta na cara depois de umas.
i: in general, are they organized or messy? ela é beeeem desorganizada. tenta ao máximo deixar o apê dela arrumado, mas é só ela ficar umas 4 horas no mesmo lugar que ele já vira um completo caos. era o terror dos pais quando ainda morava na casa deles.
e: are they the happiest they’ve ever been? a gabi é sempre a pessoa mais feliz que ela consegue ser, não importa quando. no momento, porém, o coração dela tá meio partido, mas ela se esforça pra lembrar só das coisas boas e deixar pra sofrer só quando tá ouvindo codinome beija-flor e pensando no fulano.
l: how often do they post on their social media accounts? ela aparece no twitter pra falar alguma besteira confusa vez ou outra, quando não tá ocupada estudando ou viajando no mundo da lua. o instagram, que é a única outra rede social que ela usa, só tem umas 4 fotos de paisagem, e ela provavelmente não vai atualizar ele tão cedo.
a: who are their exes? do they still keep in touch? respondido.
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sonserina, corvinal, grifinória e lufa-lufa. quais foram os primeiros personagens que apareceram na sua cabeça para cada casa?
Fiz dos seus chars, menos lufa-lufa já que você é preconceituosa e não faz char de lá.
Sonserina: Jonathan Malfoy
Corvinal: Cordelia Bulstrode
Grifinória: Sirius Black
Lufa-Lufa: Ted Tonks
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primrose ♥
spell a muse’s name in my ask box and i’ll tell you…, introducing primrose bae!!
𝒑, what are their thoughts on going vegan? could they do it?: she is vegetarian and really wants to go vegan! primrose is very concerned about the environment and surely can - and wants to - do it.
𝒓, when’s the last time they had a birthday party?: a couple years ago back in london when she was leaving to korea. it was a birthday party together with a going away party filled up with cheap booze and a karaoke machine. she doesn’t remember much of it as she was completely drunk, but she sang and danced all night long. also, it was high school musical themed.
𝒊, in general, are they organized or messy?: it really depends on what. she is super organized with uni and work, but the rest... it just kinda follows along as they want to.
𝒎, when’s the last time they talked to their mom?: as she lives literally down the street, primrose doesn’t go one day without talking to her mother. they have a pretty good relationship and she’s glad she can talk to her about everything.
𝒓, when’s the last time they had a birthday party?: already answered!
𝒐, how much have they changed in the past five years?: not much tbh... she just grew in a way, but she didn’t really change, which kinda worries her in the worst way possible.
𝒔, how do they tell someone they’re sorry?: after overthinking for long hours on and even crying about it, she shows how deeply sorry she is but still manages to not make it completely awkward and serious. she is that type who’d make the person she’s apologizing to laugh it all off.
𝒆, are they the happiest they’ve ever been?: definitely. she is finally doing well in uni, has a stable job and found someone who enjoys coffee coke as much as she does. she still has some goals in life she thinks would make her even happier, like moving back to europe and graduating, but she is happy as she is.
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what is a custom/activity/experience/etc from another culture that you wish would be in your culture?
100 unique questions to ask (closed)
Definitivamente o Dia de los Muertos do México! Acho uma tradição linda, ia amar celebrar meus entes queridos que já se foram dessa maneira. Amo a festa em si, as decorações, vestimentas, comidas... E mais ainda o significado por trás! Tenho uma tatuagem de um esqueleto dançando com flores na cabeça que é justamente uma homenagem! hahaha
#deathcabforplots#♡ ◜𝐫𝐩𝐜 — ask meme. ⊹ answered. ›#♡ ◜𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 — bibi talks. ⊹ ramblings. ›#obrigada pela ask!!! <33#◜💎◞⠀ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘⠀⊹⠀answered.⠀◜♡◞
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Do you have favourite threads?
I often have one or two threads that are my favourite for each muse/ship. I have a THING for first kiss/first date/first time threads so I tend to have a soft spot for those! I also am a BIG SUCKER for alternate universe threads!!!
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REVERSE: o meu muse se declarar pro seu à meia noite do ano novo + harpia
o meu muse se declarar pro seu à meia noite do ano novo ─ starring daria and harper
It had been 364 days ever since Daria had seen her house that bright. Silver and white ornaments, tissues hanging on the walls and details everywhere made the place look like anyone’s New Year’s dream, hers included, if it wasn’t for her constantly damp mood. Throwing a party on that kind of occasion couldn’t even pass by as her own choice anymore; it was an obligation. People at school waited eagerly for their invites for any of the bashes the girl was known for hosting, always the craziest, fanciest and most expensive ones. Her best friends harassed her for details of the celebration for weeks. The football team lightly threatened her every time she seemed discouraged. Unknown people who found her number somewhere bombarded her phone with texts begging to be put on her list, while some of them didn’t even bother asking anymore. In the end, everyone worth knowing ended up on the Hwang mansion, basking on her little ray of sunlight for as long as she’d let them.
That much popularity had a pricey cost. It had been ages ever since the girl had truly enjoyed any of her parties; hosting one of those had always given her headaches, making her forget the times where the things she did for herself actually brought her any joy. All she ever did those days was ward off weird, random people who wanted to crash the place, stop her friends from locking themselves inside her off-limits bedroom, check twice and thrice if her father’s cabinets and all his expensive liquor were properly locked up. By running around the house for the entire night, she lost whatever fun happened and all the scandals that took place upon the pool, the secretive gardens and any other dark corners around her sprawling estate. In the end, the only moment that gave Daria a reason to laugh a little was the most unexpected one; as soon as her security crew notified her that her fellow classmate Harper and his stoned crew were waiting at the gates, the girl prepared herself for some well needed distraction.
That time, the exact reason why her mood couldn’t be called the brightest was the same one that still made her parties the slightest bit memorable for her. Harper Kang was an incognito; he and his good for nothing friends never seemed to care much about her and her own clique, but were always assiduous presences every time invitations were sent over. They never got any, but that had never stopped them for showing up. With that lazy, shiny and stupid smile of his, Kang got away with pretty much anything, especially her tight security, who got along with him and his boys as soon as they got to know them. Daria didn’t even care anymore. All went well as long as he didn’t look for her; lately, however, she had to hide from the boy and his dubious attempts to have her attention, something that had never made any sense until Christmas. At first, Hwang wondered if that was another one of his pastimes, getting her worked up and fuming every time he showed up on her line of sight. And then the kiss happened. Whatever sane thought that ever constituted her mind had made way to the worst mess she had ever gotten herself into, and the cause of it had no idea how rattled he had left her.
Harper’s lips pressing down on hers was a scene that the girl repeated on her brain over and over as soon as she woke up, made her way throughout the day, and then went to sleep. She thought about that while studying. Working out. Swimming in her pool. Going through her cheer routine. Breathing. The ever so chaste touch, so trivial, and yet the one thing that stuck for the entire week, until that New Year’s Eve. Daria had had countless boyfriends through the years, thousands of experiences, enough to not care about what had happened just a few days ago. But the misery of not being able to forget that stupid kiss, no matter how hard she tried, still made zero sense to her. It was Harper, after all. Harper, the lazy one, the stoned guy, the carefree soul that crossed her path way too many times for her liking. The one who enjoyed messing with her to an unhealthy amount, unreasonably, who always sent dozens of texts and stupid jokes that were constantly left unanswered. Was that another one of his jokes? Did he really take her for that much of a fool? Maybe that was his plan all along, she thought for the thousandth time that day. Maybe he knew how crazy he’d let her by doing the one thing she never thought he had the guts to do. Kang just never counted with the possibility of her finding out that the moment they had shared hadn’t been so repulsive, not in the slightest.
By the time people started filtering from the gigantic gates of her estate, Daria had already had her way with two thirds of a very expensive bottle of champagne. She greeted her guests with a lazy smile, her usual elegant arrogance lost after that many glasses, sauntering around the place with the easiness and poise only she could master. Looking that much prim and pretty in a sparkly, tiny dress, the cheerleader was everyone’s dream and possibly worst nightmare. Such perfection, however, made for a perfect cover up for the fact that ragged, carefree Harper was all that went through her head. That was the most idiotic situation Hwang had ever gotten herself into. For a kiss under the mistletoe to rattle her like nothing ever did before, and to writhe with the need to understand what her classmate wanted from her, once and for all. The party was a great place to corner him and question him about it, if it wasn’t for the fact that she’d run miles away from him before staying in the same room as that guy. That spoke volumes about her nervousness and nothing about how repulsive she found him, just a few weeks ago.
She knew the moment Harper and his crew had arrived in the house; the music changed for whatever upbeat track they chose, laughter and screams filled the space by the pool where most people mingled. Daria’s parties had the amazing factor of bringing together cliques that would’ve never uttered a word to each other, and the stoned friends were the glue that kept everything tight. The girl quickly took the opportunity to disappear inside one of the rooms of her house under the excuse of having to check if anything had been broken, but Kang knew better. In a matter of seconds, there he was, tailing behind her and making it hard to breathe. The minutes ticked closer and closer to midnight, to a new year, and yet Hwang couldn’t seem to get her thoughts right. Again, she found herself inside the same place her classmate had cornered her back on Christmas, the roomy living room once filled with boxes of presents, now devoid of anything holiday-themed, if it wasn’t for the damn mistletoe still hanging by the window. A hilarious joke from the cleaning crew.
“That wasn’t supposed to be here.” She pointed at the mistletoe swaying gently by the evening breeze, a morose laughter escaping from her lips. That time, Harper hadn’t even needed to chase her around the house until she couldn’t hide anymore, for the alcohol made for great strength and courage. The need to understand whatever the hell was happening was also a strong indicator to the reason why Daria stared curiously at Kang, her mouth pursed in a distasteful little sneer at his usual carefree countenance. “You must think you’re so funny, Harper Kang. You get in here, have your way inside my house, enjoy my party. Kiss the host and then leave like nothing happened.” The girl slurred as each crooked step brought her closer to him, her finger now pointed at his chest, champagne sloshing from her glass. “I’m not stupid. Plus I’m not even mean to you. Like, I even pretend you don’t exist. Why won’t you leave me alone?”
Whatever happened after that was a blur. Daria acknowledged Harper grabbing her by the shoulders, not apologizing for playing with her that way - because it wasn’t a joke, he said. She was there, intently staring at him as he told her that nothing was a game, his usually funny expression morphed into pure seriousness. Her alcohol-soaked brain just couldn’t seem to process any of that information. Later, the cheerleader would remember how absurd his words sounded as he admitted liking her for the longest time, always chasing her around not for the thrill of it, but because he cared. The rest was easy enough to piece; she realized the reason why that kiss had never left her thoughts, not even for a single moment, wasn’t because it was unusual. It was because it felt good enough to populate her mind like nothing else did before. Yet Hwang would drop dead before announcing that to anyone, especially her fellow classmate.
Precisely here, she repeated over and over in her head, the words he had proffered just a week ago before pulling her near. Precisely there. The two under the outdated mistletoe, the loud partygoers counting down the seconds until midnight. Harper’s pretty mouth getting closer and closer until everything that kept them apart was a single breath, his eyes twinkling in the dark. Daria had no recollection of who broke the distance first; she just knew that, the moment the bell tolled midnight, she had once again kissed Harper Kang. Weird, stupid Harper Kang. Hopelessly in love with her Harper Kang. And that didn’t disgust her, not even in the slightest.
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PROJECT: MY PLOTS AS NETFLIX TV SHOWS
for @deathcabforplots
happy birthday ily. <3
#ainda faltou coisa pros outros plots mas nao dava mais meu pc ia explodir#ESPERO QUE VC GOSTE DE TODAS AS FANFICAGENS#ILYSMMMMMMMMM#៹ ☆ ◟ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 ‹ netflix.#៹ ꕤ ◟ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ‹ edits.#dps taggeio tudo isso KKKKKKKKK#៹ ꕤ ◟ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‹ nora jean chang.#៹ ꕤ ◟ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‹ karoline jung.#៹ ꕤ ◟ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‹ sabrina spellman.#៹ ꕤ ◟ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‹ sarah khongmalai.#៹ ꕤ ◟ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‹ dahlia flynn.#៹ ꕤ ◟ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‹ lydia kang.#៹ ꕤ ◟ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‹ rosalie byrne.#៹ ♡ ◟ 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ‹ nora jean & chase choi.#៹ ♡ ◟ 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ‹ karoline & james.#�� ♡ ◟ 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ‹ sarah & catalina.#៹ ♡ ◟ 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ‹ lydia & noeul.#៹ ♡ ◟ 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ‹ sabrina & nicholas.#៹ ♡ ◟ 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ‹ dahlia & oliver.#៹ ♡ ◟ 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ‹ rosalie & william.
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suzyyyy
SPELL A MUSE’S NAME IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL TELL YOU…
s: how do they tell someone they’re sorry?
ela é bem mais de demonstrar do que pedir desculpas quando é algo sério, o que não é ruim só que as vezes ela é obrigada a pedir né ..
u: would they rather be single or in a relationship?
in a relationship, pelo menos no momento e ela acha que vai durar muito tempo o atual relacionamento dela então.
z: what time does their end usually end?
o dia dela sempre costuma começar cedo e terminar bem tarde, com as gravações e toda a agenda (além da mania dela de querer fazer mil coisas) se torna impossível ver ela chegando cedo em casa ou acordando muito tarde mesmo em dias de folga.
y: what movie could they watch over and over again?
pretty woman! seriously don’t EVER let her start on this movie cause that girl is obsessed
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do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?
atualmente não tenho lido tanto, fora coisas da faculdade mesmo e isso tem me incomodado. na quarentena comecei a ler As Brumas de Avalon e o sexto livro de Desventuras em Série, mas meio que larguei por enquanto. Meus livros preferidos são os que li na adolescência como Harry Potter e Jogos Vorazes ADSHSFKJASK
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Have you ever been intimidated by somebody based solely on their writing alone?
sim amiga vc ! BRINCS... já aconteceu sim, sou meio complexada com a minha própria escrita e a grama do vizinho sempre é a mais verdehhh. fico mais admirada do que intimidada, tho.
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kiwis
kiwis — 3 favourite songs of the year?
três É MUITO POUCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *explode*... atualmente eu diria que play da chungha, dead or alive do oneus e privacy do verivery. tive que chorar muito observando quais lançamentos do ano eu deixaria de fora não irei mentir ...
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