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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 ! by clicking on the source link you’ll find — 300 gifs (268x150) of cho yihyun (1999) in all of us are dead. every single one of these gifs was made from scratch by me and for roleplaying purposes. DO NOT:  repost the gifs, include in your gif hunts, claim as your own or turn these into gif icons without my permission. –– like or reblog would be greatly appreciated if you found this useful! content warning: blood, injuries. .

⭒ ° . ♡ ― honesty was a virtue, right ? so angela could be honest in admitting that she was avoiding biking home like the goddamn plague. it wasn’t that her family was bad – far from it, they were loving in their own way. it was just impossible to get any WORK done under the family household circumstances. and unlike her other senior friends, her parents had had nothing to offer in the way of apartment costs or gas money, insisting instead that she angle herself towards a career when her degree was finally finished and bike around campus to cut costs in the mean time. her legs ? looking great these days. her will to bike home carrying a decade-old transistor radio ( and all the bits and bobs she’d pulled out of it ), just to put it back together again in the cold, dimly-lit garage surrounded by cobwebs and the ambiance of her brother’s THIRD loop of Yes’s Fragile that evening ? non-existent. she could get down to roundabout the next time she had nine minutes to spare. 

TODAY, she was so frustratingly, achingly close to finishing her pet project Emdeko that if she had to focus on absolutely anything else before it was done she might actually combust. and actually, on second thought, it was possible the radio was university property anyways. COULD she even leave with it ?

the thing wasn’t broken, per se. or at least, it hadn’t been until she’d started deconstructing it. nothing she couldn’t fix, but she’d noticed nothing appeared to be out of place on the inside. it just wasn’t picking up the local stations – or any station really. no matter which way she’d messed around with it, it picked up silence and little more. she knew they weren’t in a dead zone, because the other radio she’d placed beside it for her tests had worked just fine. so it had to be a mechanical issue, didn’t it ? and screwdriver deep in it’s bowels, she swore she’d heard the raucous, fuzzy snow of a too - distant channel just a couple hours earlier. all ange had to do was chase it down again. wiggle some pieces and whisper sweetly to the little thing until it hummed back to life with the exact right combination of care, even if it ate up her evening.

maybe she was lucky, then, that only about an hour after she’d decided to take the hit of coming home late and worrying her mother did she finally convince the radio to make another noise. again, it was fuzzy. the sounds of a lifetime entirely out of context and well beyond it’s signal range. but it was SOMETHING. 

‧˚₊∗ THIS CAMPUS IS FULL OF HORRORS, if by horrors we follow jiwan's definition and mean spaces all too cluttered with memories that, while once precious, have little to no use in the current day and age and need to be discarded before her eye starts twitching again. out with the old and in with the new, so on and so forth. you see, the thing with jiwan is that she's never quite been good friends with the concept of messy spaces; her upbringing in an environment that was borderline clinical in nature may or may not have to do with it, but if we were to examine that topic we'd end up with enough material for three deep dive videos and a ruined afternoon, so let's get back on track instead.

it's summer, and this season has little to offer to jiwan beyond the grass being greener on the other side ( literally ). because as it stands she's in the communication club's room, just jiwan with some old junk and a dream, and while the football field is thriving these days she's not sure she can say the same for its players in this heat. so then, who's really winning?

huh... and maybe that can serve as inspiration for the script she's currently working on for the school podcast, due tomorrow yet largely ignored until it couldn't be put off any longer, just the way it's meant to be. her second source of inspiration, she then decides, is a summer vibes playlist from a past long gone that features hits such as what makes you beautiful. people grow, but songs are always the same even if your perspective of them may vary with the passage of time; and that's what so special about nostalgia, jiwan thinks. it's something we can rely on for comfort, especially when trying to cope with change.

...and that's just great podcast content, they're gonna eat that shit up!

‧˚₊∗ IF SHE REALLY THINKS ABOUT IT, isn't this kind of what she signed up for? avid coffee-drinkers are more often than not intolerable until the first sip of caffeine hits and perhaps she should've been a little more prepared for it... but still, this is absolutely absurd and most definitely above her paygrade, so if people keep getting smart at her register she'll most definitely give them a peace of her mind.

‧˚₊∗ " AND YOU ACTUALLY DID IT? they must've paid a small fortune, then, " the way the words are spoken inbetween chuckles gives away just how amusing it all is to corey. " i should get back into that game... i remember last thing i did was ask krobus to be my roommate, and that was so cute i cried, and then i turned it off and cried some more. and i haven't played since... " he reminisces, looking oddly serious given the context. krobus may not be real, but he is very much real to him!

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other