#sailorsomething

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yoona??? yeah yoona I guess

OMG

OMG NO YO U DIDNT 

OMG IM SOOOO MAD AT YOUR RIGHTNOW YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE

IM FUCKING CRYING UHHHHHHHHAHJKAJLAHKJLDSKJL

DILEMMA FEATURING KELLY ROWLAND HOLY SHIT UHMMMM

NO! NONONONO

You are EVIL! I will post these separately (as I write them). <33) College + Sweet Disposition by Temper Trap  (AU song meme)

She had seen him around campus, like a phantom dancing on the edge of her vision. Soft curls like golden sunshine flitting through her blinds. Proud shoulders strong and broad like warriors of ancient times. Two points of bright blue, dancing like gaslight, full of amusement.

Each time she saw him it was like a jolt of static electricity, sometimes it left her feeling numb, and others it left her feeling alive. Memories would flash in her mind’s eye, images rolling past like a news reel, bringing sensations with them.

A fountain at dusk, a warm hand on hers. A temple, a deep throated laugh. Bright red fruit she had never seen before — pomegranates — sweet lips pressed against hers.

But not all were pleasant, not all were things she wished to remember.

A loud city, voices raised in anger. Cold bed sheets, a sense of loss. Bright red staining everything around her, warm and slick against her hands.

The memories, good and bad alike, frightened her. He frightened her. Sometimes, she even frightened herself.

It was a blustery winter day, the kind she loathed, when she ducked into the campus coffee shop. She moved to the counter, peeling off layers as she went, wanting nothing more than hot drink and a quiet corner to read.

“Excuse me?” She stopped at the sound of his voice, unchanged through the lifetimes, feeling the color drain from her face.

She turned around and saw red, her leather glove in his hand. She looked up to meet smiling blue eyes, bright and pleasant like a summer sky.

“You dropped this,” he said, holding out the glove.

“Thank you.” She nodded and snatched it from his hand. The moment her fingers grazed his it was like a jolt of static electricity, racing up her arm and settling in her stomach, where it started to smolder like a fire.

“This might be a bit forward, but I don’t suppose I could buy you a cup of coffee?” He grinned at her, wide and carefree and her heart fluttered. She had missed that smile.

I’ve always wanted a necklace that. It’s hella adorbs. Where’d you get it?