Merry Christmas Everyone!

I almost missed my deadline *scared* but I made it! Just barely!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!

It's been a while since I've posted a picture of GD up, hasn't it? 

Secret, Part 2

                I decided to rewrite my Secret post, because now I have something to base it off of. I decided that I would write a muse and base it off of Big Bang’s Coffee Prince parody, and pretend that GD actually is a girl. I mean, he’s supposed to be anyways. Also, just to let you know what I’m looking at right now: pictures of Sungmin and his epic pinkness. It’s really adorable. Him meowing at the kitty ♥ awwww ♥ Anyways, back to writing fiction…

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                She surveyed herself critically in the mirror, and daintily turned in a full circle, seeing how her body fit into the new clothes. She had just cropped her long brown locks into a boy-cut, and had gotten masculine clothes to match. I look good! She stuck her tongue out and winked at her reflection in the mirror, but quickly chastised herself. Boys do not behave like that! She scolded herself mentally. Sighing, she focused on presenting herself as more masculine. She drew up her hood, and stuffed her hands inside her pockets. She tried to walk with a swagger, but only succeeded in making herself crack up. I look so dumb, she thought. Oh, for the sake of love! She was going to ask for a job today from that popular coffee shop with the gorgeous manager. Those strong cheekbones, that flawless skin! The shop only hired flower boys, and definitely wouldn’t let a girl into their staff. They would lose their popularity with the female crowd. She raised her nose into the air, and gave a haughty look worthy of an idol. Bracing herself for battle, she swaggered out the door, practicing her man-walk.

                She timidly entered the shop, worried that they might see right through her ruse. Idols and flower boys do not behave like that, she reprimanded herself as she straightened up. She walked with what she believed was a confident and masculine walk, although what really turned out to be an awkward, hip-swaying strut. “I’d like to apply for a job,” she asked, trying to deepen her voice as possible, staring deep into those dark eyes of the manager.

                As if a blessing in disguise, she was suddenly accosted by the two other waiters. “Aww, he’s so cute! Hire him!” They cooed and they pinched his cheek. No, no, no! Only he can touch me in such a familiar manner! Her heart cried out, but she stood with a stoic expression, staring at the manager. With a glint of amusement, he asked, “You look like such a weak boy. But we need someone for the talent section. Can you dance?”

Quickly, she began dancing in a “manly” fashion that included the wild flailing of limbs. She struck a pose, and gave him a cheeky smile. “What do you think?

With an amused light in his eyes and a suppressed smile, he said, “Sure. You start right now.”

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I actually really liked it this time! And picture of Sungmin today, because I wrote about GD and T.O.P, and really Big Bang, too.

Dear readers, please go to snowy Denmark to meet KOREA

                Confession time: I definitely check the stats on my dashboard to see who has been reading my site a lot. It’s like an obsession. I really like knowing that people do read my blog. It’s quite flattering, really. And yes, some of you probably read because I flood your feed, because there’s something that I’ve noticed that’s really amusing and awesome: I have readers (potentially consistent) from Denmark! Hurray! I don’t know if there are actual readers from Denmark. But it looks like it. And that’s just so awesome that people that aren’t in the US actually read my blog. If there actually isn’t someone that read my blog on like, a consistent basis, please don’t tell me. I’d like to live in my own delusion for as long as I can. I guess I just don’t really expect people that aren’t Inx to read my blog? J Yay Inx, I love you very, very much. Actually, I wonder who else reads on a consistent basis. Maybe no one.

               Also, yeah, the Denmark readers were the subject that I was so desperately trying to remember yesterday! Hurray, I remembered. Hi Denmark, I love you. As a country. Also, it’s still a gorgeous white outside – the world is frozen in time, under a layer of pure and icy whiteness. A powdery lightness, a coldness that seeps into your limbs and numbs everything, as the world slows to a lazy crawl. Vaguely aware of the surroundings, all that passes through are thoughts of beauty, the ethereal grace of snow… the white paints itself on the insides of your eyelids as they close, lost in the winter landscape forever.

                Hurray, short writing piece! And now, I will do a commentary on AsTheCrowFlies’s blog (yeah, I couldn’t come up with a better than for you than just the title of your blog. Courtesy of me. It’s oddly math-y. I guess that fits you really well.  His Thanksgiving post is very, very much like !!!’s style… actually the last three posts (Dear You, Honest College App, and Thanksgiving) are all extremely like  !!!. I like it very much – it makes me laugh. Definitely. Actually, I wonder if it’s just that I like !!! that I like these posts. Maybe not. I don’t know. But yes, I should work on my college apps. And not be as honest as you were. And if the world were as “incompetent” as you, they’d be a lot better off. I think you give the world a whole ton more credit than it deserves. Also, stop posting so much. You make me feel like I should post more.

                I seem to be writing shorter and shorter posts now. Mostly because I’m listening to music. C-, I REALLY LOVE SHINEE’S ALBUM. I usually don’t listen to them, but I really like it! And “The Leaders” by GD. I’ve been listening to the song on repeat. And I’ve gotten through it fifteen times already. ♥ But I keep feeling like I’ve heard the melody somewhere before. I suppose it’s actually quite likely that the melody was used somewhere else before. But I don’t know. CL is kind of really amazing. Seriously, for someone of nineteen, and to be a leader of an internationally renowned girl group, that’s really amazing. I admire her quite a bit.

                Okay here’s the obligatory picture! Let’s see… what do I want to post today… I think I’ll post a picture of T.O.P ♥ He looks so self satisfied. It’s actually quite adorable. But I’m biased, obviously. By the way, I couldn't think of a title, so I asked Inx, and he told me to do a mashup of all the subjects in the post. So I did. ♥

I love Christmas carols

                Today, I have found out that I am an extremely nervous traveller. Commuter. Rider. Whatever. Actually, I’m just an extremely nervous person overall. I guess this has to do with the fact that I just want to be home when it is cold and icky outside. I want to be bundled up in warm clothing and watching the weather, not be in it. Also, it’s because my parents got the car stuck somewhere once, and then it ended up being frozen shut for a while. That was pretty unpleasant – I think we got an ice scraper that year.

                At least it’s not as bad as Hopeless Romantic’s story, where the sidewalk was frozen over, and then they randomly decided to pour hot water on the ice to make the ice melt away. Obviously, that didn’t work. Guess what happened? You’re right! They ended up with a thicker layer of ice.

                I am currently trying to compile a Christmas playlist on my IPod. I really want the Glee Christmas album. But right now, I’m listening to DBSK’s Christmas album. It’s acapella! And it’s truly beautiful. And I hate that I feel like my sinuses are going to blow up. I need Glee! And I’m going to explode. Right now. Excuse me while I explode and make Asian herbal remedies at the same time.

                I have Asian herbal remedies. Really, I can’t focus on this blog. Unpleasant! But there was a terrible snowplow that tried to destroy my snow. But it failed. BECAUSE I BLEW IT UP. No, it succeeded, and then there was an epic blizzard and the white street was back. Claire – 1, Snowplow – 0. Actually, it’ more like Nature – 1, Snowplow – 0.

                Hurray! Now I have Ke$ha and Glee! My life is complete. Now, to top it off with a picture! Big Bang, I love you! I know it’s a bit early, but I really love Big Bang, and I really love Christmas! Also, Seungri is so cheeky and adorable.

Captured in White

                Okay, so I’m blogging about snow because apparently, just because I blogged about other things before, it doesn’t count (says 3D. The person who didn’t actually post any words. Just pictures.) Anyways, it has finally started snowing over here in Issaquah, and it’s absolutely gorgeous. It’s not sticking, which I really didn’t expect it to, but that’s always a bit of a disappointment. I’ve noticed that I’ve failed to write anything even vaguely writing-fiction-esque, so I’ll do a setting description… maybe. Inspired by t he snow. Never mind, I’ll do that later, but now I’m just going to rant about how fabulous little flakes of pure awesome are drifting down from the light gray sky. I look out my window, and I see this gorgeous combination of green, yellow, and brown, with a touch of white basically everywhere. I have earmuffs (oh hey, this is turning out to be a stream of consciousness). They are fluffy and white, ad I’m not sure how effective earmuffs actually are, but at least I have them. And they make me look absolutely silly. But I am a happy child! HURRAY FULL OF AWESOME AND WIN. Yeah, I think I’m making even less sense than usual because I keep getting really excited whenever I look outside. And looking outside is really convenient at the moment, actually. And talking to 3D is also convenient. There is a very smart doggie living at his house. That is apparently giant and fluffy and white and full of adorable awesomeness. Silly 3D, why don’t you like the dog.

Anyways, it’s probably a good time to write my description. Hurray for more purple!

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She looked outside the bay window with the white crown molding, and surveyed the once-green and vibrant meadows. The sky was a very, very light gray – it reminded her of foam on a cup of coffee, except for less warm and rich in color. Little flakes of white appeared from thin air, high in the sky, making their graceful and leisurely decent down to the ground. It’s as if time slowed, and these flakes were suspended in motion in the chilly winter air… She believed that snow is magical – it’s the only thing that defies the laws of physics, being able to fly, drift, and float, laughing at all of us on the ground who have to follow the rules of gravity. The green and white speckled fields slowly became inundated with more and more white, layers and layers of ice forming over the once-living organisms. Muffled, suffocating – a freezing death. She blew on her hot cocoa and took a sip. Fire seeped down her throat and filled her veins with a wondrous warm glow. A small smile crept upon her lips, as she watched the sparkles fall from the sky. Beauty. Peace. Serenity.

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(And a white death awaiting, lurking in the corners as it surveys and observes you with the darkest of expressions. Fall, fall into my trap, fall and never rise!!!) Okay, as you can see, I got a bit off track. I started describing the snow as beautiful, then magical, then… evil? I’m not sure if I got to that in the actual muse. But it definitely wasn’t full of fabulous kindness. It’s like something you view from far away – far enough to stay away from its grasp, but close enough to enjoy it. Like a volcano. But not exactly.  I’m succeeding in distracting myself from actual homework. And work. And college essays. Oh dearie me.

Also it stopped snowing. How disappointing.

I almost forgot a picture! That would be really sad. Okay, so I searched for snow… and although it doesn’t have snow, it’s good enough. It had snow in the URL. Good enough.  

Escaping from my own world

I feel a lot of anguish these days. It’s really rather inconvenient. That means that I have to not do anything, and then watch YouTube videos about Japanese game shows or Korean pop stars to make myself feel better. I’m constantly reminded that I’m not happy with my world, and I have to escape to somewhere else, to someone else’s. I read Hopeless Romantic’s post, and I was thrown into a hopeless despair spiral, which is similar to, but not the same as the sneaky hate spiral. For one, despair spiral contains more self-loathing, anguish, and pity than the hate spiral.

And suddenly, I am no longer upset. Because I started reading the post about going to a party heavily sedated again. And so I was full of giggles. But I realize that this is definitely going to be a problem, if I continue to run away from my emotions, and not solve anything. Actually, just kidding, running away into a world that is not my own sounds like a perfect solution. And when I am calmed down enough, I’ll go do college essays. I just decided that the best solution is to never read anything sad ever again. And never go on Facebook ever, ever again. And just stop thinking about life in general. Yup, that sounds like a good plan. Avoidance strategies, go! And also, I just love human Tetris. It never fails to make me laugh and not do college essays for approximately two hours. Thanks, Inx, thanks. I was totally okay with just being generally extra excited about Big Bang and random sketchiness (I realized that I could read Chinese subtitles! Oh my goodness, my Chinese is a lot better than I thought), but no, you had to show me random videos of human Tetris that I had never seen before.

I think Japanese game shows are absolutely fabulous. Seriously. Hurray treadmills and learning cookies! Haha, that sounds so random.

Also, I want this slide in my backyard. Seriously. That’s like the best slide I have ever seen.

Basically, I am extra excited over things that have nothing to do with my life. Basically zero pertinence. And I think I’ll keep it that way.

Does it count that I uploaded a picture if I embedded a video? I’m not sure… because the last video was about GD, and therefore, it totally makes sense that I don’t add on another picture. Also, do not question my taste in pictures. I just think it’s totally adorable. And this is due to a reaction to yet another video that I watched yesterday. It might be actually the cutest thing ever.  I really like uniforms. I don’t understand why the world can’t have uniforms. And well designed ones. Because it’s very, very classy.

G-Dragon ♥!

This might be the most adorable and hilarious thing ever!
And definitely improved my mood by about... a million... a million what? I don't know! BUT I'M RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY NOW ♥



♥ Isn't that the cutest thing in the world?

Fair Maiden

I’m kind of confused by the search keywords that people use to find my blog. I’m not exactly sure how it works, because the keywords that are used are words or phrases that aren’t actually in my blog. Of course, there’s the obligatory “the ink from my fingertips” and “invisiblepinkink”, but there’s also ones like “and then moved onto green” and “was the fair maiden”, along with other random fragments of sentences. What? “Was the fair maiden”? I have never talked about that. That doesn’t even make sense, it’s not even a full sentence. I don’t think I’ve even had the word “maiden” in any of my posts. Maybe I’ll write a generic sketch about this “fair maiden” who pines for her prince charming. Or pines for the open “green” plains. I don’t know what I’m talking about.

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                “Fair” is what the world called her, “deathly pale” is what she regarded herself as. Really, she got little to no sunlight; the world was trying to preserve her most “delicate and fragile beauty.” They didn’t want their most “treasured and lovely princess” to be out in the oh-so-dangerous world. She wrinkled her nose. Yeah right, “fair and delicate”. It was more like they’re trying to keep her locked up. It’s not like she was made of paper. She was as healthy and strong as any other girl, and she wanted nothing more than to run outside and feel the sun on her skin, the wind in her hair, the soft earth beneath her bare feet! But no, that would be “unrefined.” So what if she trips and falls? It’s not like bruises don’t heal, it’s not like a grass stain can’t be washed out. She was nobility – really, she could just buy a new dress. She pouted, shaping her pink lips into a cute moue. She’d tried everything – asking, begging, pleading, using her authority, using her feminine wiles, running away, sneaking out – and nothing worked. She was always at the center of attention; even if she tried she couldn’t become unnoticed. She flopped onto a chair in a highly ungraceful and unsophisticated manner, causing her nurse to frown at the pretty girl from the rocking chair she was sitting at. Like the sulking child she was, the girl stuck out her tongue at the woman, and turned to the window. Huffing an indignant and annoyed breath, she continued to sulk at the landscape, wanting nothing more than to join the glorious beauty outside.

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                There we go. Fair maiden, all wrapped up in a post. I feel like this is a teenager full of rebellion and whatever. Silliness!

                Oh, and because I said I would, I will mention yet another blog: he is wonderful! I love his writing, it’s very well done. I’m surprised that the people who speak the least in real life are actually fabulous at expressing themselves in writing. The irony.

                Okay, and just to continue with my picture trend – here is a picture of GD with his puppy. It’s quite adorable… but the puppy is kind of wrinkled and looks strange… Oh well. It’s still adorable and they are both peacefully asleep.

I lack inspiration

Here we go – stream of consciousness number two! I really don’t have much to say this time – I’ve been searching for inspiration but not finding it. I feel like writing about a person, but I don’t really know who to write about. And I didn’t hear awesome music. I heard not so awesome music. And therefore, that makes me even less inspired. I really like raspberries. But not to eat. In my lotion. I like body butter, it makes my skin feel and smell lovely, and then it is fabulous.

I am very purple in my writing. It kind of upsets me, because it makes me utterly boring to read. All I do is pummel you, dear reader, with adjectives. And I want to be interesting enough to be read. I think that I developed this habit because in like seventh or eighth grade, we were taught how to mimic this style where it was like this giant length description of nature. I don’t know what it was, it might’ve been a canyon. I asked 3D for inspiration/a subject to write about, and he said “write about a unicorn frustrated by his/her gender and setting off on an epic quest to discover his/her sexuality”. Sorry, 3D, I don’t think so. Why unicorn? And why gender confusion? There is no gender confusion in my world. Actually, there definitely is. But GD is definitely a guy. Even if he might look just a little feminine in that blonde picture that I posted up. But he definitely looks good – I have no idea why people are freaked out. Lots of gender confusion. I decided that if GD was a girl, he and T.O.P would be a good couple. Okay, I’m done being weird.

I like my phone. And I like texting. And now I text when I walk, which is like the worst idea on the face of the planet. Even when I’m on the phone when I walk, I still manage to trip. Actually, even when I’m just walking, I manage to trip. I manage to not trip and I’m fairly alert when I am texting. Maybe because I am super intense with my attention. Also, 3D says the sexually confused unicorn prompt is “a legit inspiration”. I’m sure it is, 3D, I’m sure it is.

I dislike college essays. Because I honestly don’t know what to say. Why do I want to go to that school? I don’t know. It was on a whim. But not really. But I don’t really have any concrete ideas as to why I wanted to go to that school. I want chocolate. I love chocolate. And the person I’m supposed to have a meeting with is like I’m in a different part of the country and then taking an extended Thanksgiving break. *Flees like the wind* Really? Seriously? Who takes a Thanksgiving break. That’s longer than two days. I don’t understand you. Rawr.

I need to come up with pseudonyms for people. Like E-. I don’t know what to call her. She is StarsAndTheMoon, but that’s kind of a mouthful. S and M? HAHA NO. That would be terrible. I think she is much more open about her identity online than I am. But of course, you all know who I am.

I like details. And really dreamy scenes. Like, the mist slightly obscures the image, and it’s this dreamy, wistful state. But not really. Because a lot of my posts are like I’m angry and angsty at the world. ALOT IS BETTER THAN YOU AT SWIMMING. That makes me crack up so much.

And this person, he wrote about me! I am excited, and I think I will go read it. You lied to me. You did not post.

Now, I will sink into utter despair at how you lied to me.

Just kidding, but I have better things to do now. Here is a picture of a rapper that this person linked me to. I like it. And it’s not GD or T.O.P! Even though I definitely mentioned them in this post. He’s pretty though. ♥

Snowstorm

A muse – in contrast to my sketch about GD/T.O.P with the exuberantly excited little brother. You inspired me – you know who you are.

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The wind was howling and the snow falling down in large, icy flakes. A pair of siblings, one much older than the other, stood outside watching the landscape of the once-green meadows become white and frozen.

A little girl bundled in a big, puffy jacket and jeans stood quietly next to her big brother. Her sleek dark hair was tied loosely and a bit messily into two pigtails, and she wore a solemn expression. Quietly and without fanfare, she gently tugged on her brother’s sleeve with little black-gloved hands. She glanced at him with intense, soulful eyes as dark as the midnight sky with a seeming wisdom and depth beyond her years. She did not smile, nor did she convey unhappiness. Contentment was to be expressed within her heart, and she did not feel like shining them through her features. The mysterious eyes held the spark of intelligence, yet did not sparkle with the uncontained excitement of naïveté and immaturity. They were demure, and she, at a young age, understood that her life was going to go exactly at the pace she wanted: slow and steady, like a languid river coursing on a hot summer’s day.

                Her brother looked down at the girl. He saw so much of himself in her – the same dark brown eyes, the same high cheekbones, the same shining and flowing hair, the same thoughtful and calm expression that graced their features. He looked back at that small face of his little sister with the same mystery, surveying her and gauging her emotions. Such an odd picture they made, the brother towering with broad shoulders and magnificent height like a gentle giant, and the little girl barely up to his waist like a little fairy, both sharing a deep connection and telepathic understanding. He nodded, understanding, and they walked hand in hand toward the warm glow of the visitor’s center.

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                Okay, I wrote something! And it was decently long. THEREFORE, I SHOULD BE REWARDED WITH BEING ABLE TO POST A PICTURE J. *absolute happiness and bliss and everything wonderful* I was going to post a picture of T.O.P, but I feel like posting this picture today. I like giant stuffed animals ♥

Love ♥ (and angst)

I have homework to do, but I’m contemplating if I want to blog about GD more. And I’m being the opposite of productive, so in the end, I just decided to blog. And instead of just blogging about GD or T.O.P, I decided to change it up a little. I finally, finally went and read GenreWhiplash’s and BlenderLid’s blogs. Well, lies. I went and read BlenderLid’s post about Quinn Marksley, but that was a long time ago. And I went to see GenreWhiplash’s random posts about music, but I definitely don’t share his tastes in music. And I didn’t find it incredibly interesting. Sorries. Oh, and 3D's. That one's just fantastic. And I'm definitely an Energizer Bunny.

                I’m desperately trying to avoid talking about GD more. He’s so cute with his hair spiked. And dyed. Really, I think I liked dyed hair, and the look of being blown free by the wind (and not super short or tied into poodle like twists. That might’ve been the worst hairstyle I have ever seen.) He’s so adorable when he gives that cheeky smile of his. It’s like he embodies the innocence of youth, and he shines with a naiveté that can only be described as blissful happiness. The black jacket really suits him… Okay, I have officially given up. I promise that I’ll write quality posts one day. But not today.

                FINE. MAKE ME FEEL BAD. I’ll write a character sketch for you. BECAUSE YOU’RE A TERRIBLE READER THAT MAKES ME FEEL BAD. Just kidding. I love you.

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                He stood, tall and broad shouldered, with the majestic grace of an eagle. His generally tanned skin appeared pale and white under the moonlit sky. His eyes were as cold as the black depths of the lake he was surveying, and betrayed no emotion besides intense hatred. The stars cast a soft glow on his harsh expression, revealing an aged expression that betrayed the hard life he had been through. His brows furrowed, and he glared out at the serene landscape. He hated her, he simply hated her! He hated her for everything she is and was to him, his support that crumbled, the woman that left him shattered and restless. “A man that every woman desired.” Ha! If only they could see him now, a sulking and sorry excuse of the heroic and godlike figure he embodied during the daytime. An owl softly hooted and crikets chirped. The calm nightscape contrasted the burning turmoil he felt within. He wanted to scream, scream with every drop of rage, betrayal, and sadness that inundated and suffocated his heart. He felt weak, as if his life had been taken out of his control. With a single last severe glance over the cold and inky black waters, he spun on his heel, and stormed away into the dark.

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                That was so depressing. I’m going to post lots of adorable pictures now, because I actually wrote something. I mitigated my own guilt.





I like him with dyed hair. I honestly do. Most people hate blonde Asians, but I think GD’s like the only person who pulls it off well – I think it gives him an ethereal beauty… like a spirit, instead of a human.





This might be the absolute most adorable picture I have ever seen in my life. He seems so earnest, so truly amazed J





 Also, I'm not sure why I insist on citing my sources. I got the pictures from the internet. I put on the captions, but it absolutely destroyed the formatting and flow of the post, so now they're gone. It's a blog. And the captions looks so unsightly. I'll figure it out later. ♥
I'm happiness. And I love you! ♥ ♥ ♥

Tan Never Looked So Good

This is just SO adorable ♥
Also, Hopeless Romantic, you know me too well :)

Tan and combat boots never looked so good. ♥

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Lollipops

I think I adore the two of them. Sorry, readers, you're just going to have to put up with my obsession. It portrays them well - GD's the childish one, and TOP is the serious one. Not that they're not both weird... But it's so hilarious. And absolutely adorable!

http://www.crunchyroll.com/group/TOP_and_Gdragon/photos/4303292900

http://www.crunchyroll.com/group/TOP_and_Gdragon/photos/4303292898

Okay, fine, I feel bad. I'll write a short character sketch/situation…. Wait! This is a muse. Inspired by the above pictures (and the one with GD perched on top of TOP). With lots of my own imagination.  

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                “I want the lollipop!” his little brother cried, eyeing the swirled candy. Dressed in a purple sweater to protect him from the cold, the younger of the two emanated a vibrancy that can only be described as anticipation and unbridled excitement for the sugary treat. “Can I have it? Can I have it please?” His brown eyes shined with absolute desire for nothing else in the world, and he bounced up and down in place.

                The older one, dressed in odd pink cardigan paired with a polka dotted button up shirt, sighed. Despite his stern and intimidating countenance, he had a soft spot for his little brother. Why else would he go out in an outfit that caused him to be looked at like he was insane? It’s not like he chose it. No, his little brother wanted to “match”. “Purple matches pink,” the child insisted with an innocent earnestness. And obviously, the aqua bow tie and giant watch matched too. He really couldn’t say no. Not when his little brother gave him that puppy eyed stare. “The candy’s going to rot your beautiful pearly whites,” he countered.

                “But, but…” The younger one stared up with sad eyes. “I promise that I’ll brush my teeth the second we get home! Really, I promise!” He gave his polka dotted brother a cheeky grin. He loved his big brother – he was protective and kind, and gave him everything he wanted! He couldn’t ask for more.

                A severe face glanced down at the little boy warily. He’s starting to realize his own power over me, isn’t he… He once again sighed, realizing his own predicament. “Okay, okay, but just this time. And you definitely have to brush when we get home.” He had lost this battle, just like every one that came before it and every one that will come later.

                “Yaaaay!” Licking a lollipop the size of his head, he took his big brother’s hand, and they strolled off. “I love you big brother,” he added, with a smile that contained the sparkle of youth.

                The older one gave his brother a rare smile, and ruffled his hair. “I know, but don’t think that’s going to get you out of brushing your teeth when we get home…”

Dynamics

I absolutely LOVE this picture:

GD's perched on top of TOP, and TOP is just like *this is a common occurence*. I love their group dynamic ♥

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