#geonfire

seven deadly sins / acceptedwrath: something that gets me angry.

so apparently because the email address i was using for taehyung was used to create an account before the yahoo takeover of tumblr in 2013, tumblr forced me to either change my password or start over. i couldn’t remember the password to the email account for this account so…had to start over. tagging everyone i had threads/plots with so you can follow the new account. ffs this was not a gr8 way to spend an evening sobs

Texting Meme { status: accepting }

Send me ☺ for a loving/affectionate text

{ txt:gunnie } I don’t tell you this enough but { txt:gunnie } I’m glad you and oppa are friends and we live together. { txt:gunnie } I consider you family because I love you that much <3

Send me  ♣ for a drunk text

{ txt:gunnie } aer u n oppa daITNG? ARe yiu??!?! { txt:gunnie } DIN”T LIE. TLL MEEEEEEeeee 

Send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text

{ txt:gunnie } sooooooo you have a snake on your shoulder, but do you have one in your pants too? asking for a friend. { txt:gunnie } seriously. asking for a friend.

Send me !! for a threatening text

{ txt:gunnie } IF YOU DON’T TELL HER SOON, I WILL.

Send me ☼ for a morning text

{ txt:gunnie } RISE AND SHINE!!! I MADE BREAKFAST ^^

Send me ?? for a strange/vague text

{ txt:gunnie } I can’t do more than 6 inches. I can only handle so much. :(

Send me ► for a text not meant for you

{ txt:gunnie } I miss you oppa. Are you coming home soon?

Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text

“That’s kinda dangerous, you know.”

send me a 🎼 and i’ll link a song that represents my muse’s feelings about yours.

timebomb - tove lo

14: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

Well, I’m positive you probably have, roomie. Momo, too. Maybe Insu as well. 

23: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

...Maybe. I don’t kiss and tell.

42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?

“You know… They told me there was a time when I was a kid where I wouldn’t sleep. I was up for something like 48 hours. Just wouldn’t go to bed. I kept crying for my mom… But. You know. It was after she died.” This is vulnerability. This is raw emotion that he hardly ever shows. It hurts. His eyes sting, and he rubs at one with the back of his hand. His cigarette is doing nothing for the ache in the back of his throat. “God dammit.” He throws the cigarette down to the ground, stamps it out hard with the toe of his Vans. “I just wanted my fucking mom back.”

he feels....angry. angry at the cruelty of circumstance, angry at a world for throwing kid's lives - kids like gun's lives (kids like him) - to the dogs.

a tiny, petulant part of him constantly cries out that it isn't fucking fair.

he doesn't offer physical comfort beyond the warmth of his side pressed close to gun's - he's too not good at being tactile - but when he talks, it's far softer than usual.

..."me...me 'n my parents weren't close. but...but they cared, i thought...i. i always jus' thought they'd have my back, y'know?" a breath. he doesn't like talking about it but...perhaps sharing stories might be cathartic for both of them. "...i was in 'ospital after...what happened...for three years. a year f'r my body...two years on a mental 'ealth ward. i never saw 'em once. never got contact details...they never came t'see me. i dunno where they are. 'f they're even alive. i almost wish they were dead jus' so i'd fuckin' know-"

“Can I go, like, two seconds without you reminding me that you’re smarter than me?! I know you know!” He whines, leaning forward in his seat as he puts his hands on the table, palms down. “They teach us commoners about literature in our filthy, depraved public schools, too. All I was trying to say is… haikus are stupid and have no real reason for existence. They’re not challenging, just a restriction on syllables. Whatever.” Gun pouts a bit to himself, crossing one leg over the other. He would love to think of himself as the most intelligent person he knows… But Ishiko challenges that perception far too often.