「aim call!!」

「reality: feat. niel 」

“Well, well, well, look at what the fucking cat dragged in.” Parker mused as he reaches out to pet the black cat that had jumped up onto the counter of the shop. Heterochomatic gaze focuses on the form of the lanky male standing awkwardly at the door. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, he arches a pierced brow and cocks his head to the side a bit. “As I recall, you were the one in here last week with your friend going on about how this was all fake.” The blonde snaps his fingers and a small Polaroid camera appears in his hand from thin air. “What do you need today? You one of the dozens of students that comes in during finals week looking for a charm for good luck on their exams? Or maybe you want to hex an ex girlfriend...Well, maybe not that one hm?” He snaps a picture of the other, smirking to himself as he shakes it out in the hopes it will develop faster. This one was going on the wall of non-believers.                                                                     ( @fckxillusion )

Terrible Choices II

「hungover: feat. irene 」

Unfiltered light pours in through the separated curtains of his bedroom window, and he finds himself giving a pained groan at the blinding headache that rips through his skull. Groggy wasn’t the word for it. Ready for death was perhaps more accurate. Placing his pillow over his head, he simply lay there for a minute as he silently hoped that somehow he managed to smother himself and put himself out his misery. After a minute he rolls so his back is to the window and reluctantly peels open his eyes, trying to ignore the way that his body is screaming at him for being so stupid last night. His gaze falls upon a glass of water and a few asprin on his nightstand and he finds a thankful whine leaving his lips as he practically inhales it before shakily getting out of bed and trudging into the living room. “Irene?” He rasps out, wondering if she was still around or if she’d run off to class or whatever the fuck else it was she was always doing already.                                                                  ( @deadprxsident​ )

「fanboy: feat. baekhyun 」

Parker watches through kohl-lined eyes as Baekhyun sits in front of his computer staring with wide eyes and a stupid grin as he takes in the aesthetics of whoever-the-fuck’s new music video. Expression dull and clearly not amused by the lack of attention he’s receiving, the blonde rolls his eyes and crosses his arms as he leans back into the couch. “If I put on a skirt and started shaking my ass like that would you pay attention to me too?” He inquires bluntly, arching a pieced brow. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but it was the first time he’d decided to say anything since he was bored out of his mind and he’d come over to have a guy’s night. Giving an exasperated sigh, he frowns a bit. “Who the hell are you even listening to now? They all sound the same.”                                                                       ( @baeksans  )

「starter call!!」

「plot call!!」

I fortunately know a little magic, it’s a talent that I always have possessed. And here lately, please don’t laugh, I use it on behalf of the:                miserable                                       lonely                                             depressed

                                                   Pathetic.

( &. rooftops: hanbin + yezi )

It’s a surprisingly warm night in mid spring reminiscent of those they spent together as teenagers and for the first time in a while Yezi finds herself letting her guard down as she trudges up the stairs to her best friend’s apartment. With a six pack of Chilsung Cider and a bag filled with assorted snacks in one hand, and a six pack of beer in the other, she lets herself into his home after her kick at the door is met with complaints and a call that the door was open. Perhaps it’s due to stubborness and sheer willpower that she manages to do it with one finger, careful not to shake or drop anything. “Eyyyy, you could get the door.” She snarks as she narrows her eyes at his form on the couch, eyes glued to the tv screen like some middle-aged woman watching her soap operas. “Fucking nerd.” She mutters, making her way over to him before placing the cider in his lap.  “Come on loser, we’re going on the roof. The weather’s fucking nice as shit.” She jerks her head towards the still open door. “Bring your laptop we can watch a  movie or something.” 

                                                   ( @hanbinxmi​ )