Can I have happy endings now?

                When I am extra excited, I can’t really tell if I’m either hyperventilating or not breathing at all. Also, I haven’t done anything since Wednesday night… I feel like I should do more homework or die. But I would prefer not doing homework or dying. Obviously. Also, I was going to finish watching something, but I already forgot. Oh, probably Adonis Camp and the end of the making of the movie.

                Also, I just watched Knight and Day randomly. I think it’s an awesome chick flick (somehow, I don’t think it’s actually a chick flick, it just is in my head). It has AWESOME EXPLOSIONS. Of awesomeness. I like explosions, like A LOT. But I hate bloody and gore-filled things. But explosions? I will always giggle at. I was really happy at this movie, because it ended happily ever after. After reading all of the depressing stories our class writes, I’m really excited whenever there’s a happy ending. Even though I know there should be a happy ending, I’m always worried there secretly won’t be because they’re trying to be deep or something. *Sulk* Also, what months of the year can you name someone? Like you obviously would not name someone January. Or February. I think March might be acceptable, but I think it’s a bit odd still. But like, April, May, and June are decently common (in like… I don’t know, small towns… it’s not a very urban name). July? I guess. August maybe. But not September, October, November, or December. Maybe just the shorter months, because people are ridiculously lazy. What if you were named in the month you were born? Would that pretty much suck for you?

                Yesterday, I was intent on recording my dreams for the rest of forever. And then last night when I was dreaming, I kept waking up going, wait, I can’t write this online, that’s ridiculous. And then going back to sleep and dreaming about something else. I can only remember one of my dreams, and yeah, it’s kind of strange and can’t be told to people. It’s weird how much I rationalize even when I’m mostly asleep. Also, today, I signed on, and I was like OH MY GOODNESS WHY ARE THERE 18 NEW MESSAGES and then I realized it was because I had 13 unread messages at the end of last night. Well then.

                Three threads have made it to 100 messages (mine and C-‘s random messages that have mostly pictures and not words). I can’t tell whether I should be proud or wondering if I need to spend my time elsewhere. I think I gave up my Facebook entirely. I’m pretty sure that I have. Oh well~

                This might be the cutest picture ever. I think I stopped breathing entirely when I saw this picture. And I want to drink a 酸奶 now. I wonder how you say that in English. Because it’s definitely not yogurt.

I feel like this

I feel like Donghae. But less smiley and adorable.
I don't like being made to work. I had to blog about actually relevant things instead of K pop. That's simply ridiculous.
Donghae is adorable.
And he's very QQ at Baengsin (kitty).

Present

I figure since I have been a good girl and blogging about my story, I am allowed to post up a picture that I find just so adorable ♥. I love the entire photoshoot. Where there was a giant pink pony. It was kind of disturbing actually. But Sungmin's so cute.

He's like *blink blink* I am cute.

I like your tiara, too, Sungmin ♥



Insanity

                So, to my chagrin, I’m falling deeper and deeper into fangirl-land. And knowing me and my obsessiveness, I will wish the K idols happy birthday on my blog, thus cementing my role as a fanatic fangirl. Seriously, I want to do it. But it’s just like, i don’t know. I’m not sure I totally appreciate being just another one of those mindless zombies… I guess I can deal with it? Since I’m acting like one anyhow. I guess worshipping real (well, they live and breathe, not sure how much of their image is real though) people (guys) is better than worshipping animated ones. I’m growing up, okay?

                Anyways, what brought up this random fangirling comment? Seungri is turning 20/21 in about a week. And I was like that’s so intense and then I realized that it was quite sad that I memorized their birthdays. Although I’m probably going to forget soon. Because my memory is just that bad. And also, the fact that I know birthdays is ridiculously pathetic. I’m not accepting this fangirl status very well.

                Anyways, I decided to have another conversation with Linali. Yay, I finally appeared! You were neglecting me. I still don’t really want to think about you. I have other more important things, like college. And K idols. But if you don’t think about who I am, and what I will be in your story, your story’s going to be totally messed up when you write it. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What color eyes do you have? Grey. That’s kind of creepy. But also mysterious at the same time. They’re grey like death. Shouldn’t it be black like death? Black eyes are so forking (she is censored) creepy. Yup. Pretty much.  Did you just censor me? Yeah. I don’t want that kind of language on my blog. But I want to choose how I get to speak! Actually, it would just be epic awkward for me to have people read that. So no, as of now you don’t really get to swear, unless I say “she swore under her breath.” No actual swear swords. Awww… okay. Yeah, it’s supposed to go with your dignified (haha) and elegant style. HEY. I AM SO DIGNIFIED. DON’T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME. The more I write these, the more I just realize that Linali is myself. Well duh, I’m a part of your brain. But that’s so awkward. I don’t want my character to reflect me so much. This is why I was going to not make you Asian. But you ended up being Asian anyhow. Because I am awesome. And Linali just sounds Asian. Even if it’s an Americanized spelling of Lenalee. It’s derived from an Asian name. Yeah, I know, I know. Let’s see… this is like, a stream of consciousness/mind-barf version of me deciding what kind of character she is. You are… of medium height. A little on the small side, to fit into small spaces. Where the crepe am I going? Why do I need to fit into small spaces? Well, you do shadowy work. It would be good if you could hide. Also, your hair is going to be just above your waist. Wow, do I die by getting it caught in something? Okay, fine, a little shorter than that. A little longer than mid-back. Shorter. NO. it’s a compromise, and I’m still the writer, and… why on earth am I compromising with myself. Haha, you’re insane. And you’re the result of a troubled mind. Perhaps you’ll be of some… mixed breed. I am NOT a dog. I meant mixed heritage. Maybe not solely Asian. Because you need to look similar to other people, like high cheekbones and whatnot, but still have wide, almond shaped eyes (yes, it works like that) and black hair. Your eyes aren’t that slanted either. Perhaps you have some European blood mixed into you several generations back.

                Hmm, your habitat. I am not an animal. Your habitat will be HEY. STOP IGNORING ME. this secluded house in the middle of a forest. Or by a cliff. Or in the ocean. Let’s just try in the forest. Wait, no, that doesn’t work. You like forest-y places, but you don’t live in the forest. Because otherwise, you have no reason to go up with him into his cabin up on a mountain overlooking this beautiful and deep lake. Hmm, you can’t really live in the city either. You need human interaction though. Maybe instead of an investor working from home, you’ll live in a giant estate just outside of town, but work in a famous boutique. After all, you’re being paid in other ways, it doesn’t matter to you what your salary is for your cover-up job. And you meet some of your clients that way. Maybe you work in a male clothing store. And your uniform is… black tailored pants, a white button down shirt, black vest, and black pumps. Your hair is tied up. What the heck? I’m a waiter? No. But I rather like the idea of that outfit. Also you make me sound like a prostitute. You’re not, I guarantee it.  But you meet lots of rich, bored males that resent people with a passion.  I still feel like a whore. Ah, whatever, you’re not.

                You need a code name. Um, I feel like calling you Prince. Because you’re going to be super intense with martial arts and that makes me think of Sungmin. And he’s super adorable. Okay, this conversation just ended because I’m going off on a tangent about K idols again. Okay, even though I didn’t really talk about them that much – I think I talked about them enough to be able to put a picture on. Hurray! Picture time!

At the Beach

                So, it’s the first of December, and therefore, I get to write about – OH GOODNESS I CAN’T DO THIS I’M JUST – okay. I definitely just started writing, stopped, started again, and the stopped again. I’ve just been watching videos, ever since I got home. I realize that I need to do the two commentaries, but I’ve just been so distracted!

                Oh, today, I was going write a parody of Kitty Johl’s college essay. Now, before you yell at me in indignant rage about how I shouldn’t mock other people’s college essays, she was the one that wanted to turn it into a comedy in the first place. Actually, I’m not going to do a very good job because I have like, heart palpitations right now.

                Oops, actually I closed the document and cannot pull it up again. Maybe I’ll just do it from memory. Or I could write a character sketch. Hey, that sounds more fun. Oh my goodness I have a viewer from Singapore. I’m pretty sure that was the very first person from Singapore ever (to read my blog). Although I have so many pictures, I’m not sure that it’s my writing that’s attracting them. Okay, today I will legitimately put on a picture. Not just because I randomly decided to, but because it will pertain to my blog. Also yes, this is a guy. Of my imagination.

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                He skipped on ahead in his pale pink cardigan, twirling as he breathed in the crisp, salty air. He stretched his arms out toward the sea, and embraced the open and vast sea. He turned around to see his best friends farther behind, grinning just as broadly as he was. He waved at them to hurry up, and danced in place. He raised his hand in a peace sign and smiled cheekily. He loved the beach! Even if it was the dead of winter and the beach was rocky instead of soft, white sand, he still loved the sound of waves lapping at the shore, the cry of the seagulls, the breeze carrying sea salt rustling his hair. He strolled back and forth, waiting for the others to arrive. He watched his shoes step on the rocks, and felt the unevenness of the ground beneath him.

Suddenly, a glimmer caught his eye. A tidal pool! He giggled with glee, and scurried over to it. He crouched down and peered into the shallow pool. He put his two closed fists against his face, and prepared to see the little critters that lived in that tiny world. He surveyed it, but was disheartened. There wasn’t anything besides kelp! Usually, he could see at least a little fish or two. He squished his cheeks together in a pout, as he stared down at the empty pool. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw movement. He took a closer look, and then gasped, elated! It was a tiny little crab, the same color as the rocks. He gingerly picked the little thing up, and placed it on an open palm.

“Hi little guy,” he cooed at the tiny crustacean. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing! Too bad you don’t come in pink, that would make you ever cuter,” he added, watching the animal scurry to and for on his hand.

“Hey, what are you looking at?” His best friend finally reached where he was crouching.

“Look, isn’t it cute?” He gushed, completely enamored with his tiny new friend. He held his hands up to his face and gave his best friend an adorable puppy-eyed gaze. “It’s such an itty bitty thing, so adorable!”

“You’re adorable,” his friend returned, amused at his childish friend. “But let the little guy return to his home now,” he added. “You don’t want him to miss home now, do you? I know I would be sad if someone took you away from me.”

He puffed out his cheeks. “He hasn’t been away that long yet!” He countered, but nevertheless gently set the crab back down on a rock, and watched it crawl away. He smiled at his friend. “There, he’s free now! And I’m right here with you.”

His friend poked him on the nose. “And that’s how it should be.” He reached down and pulled the him up into standing position. “Let’s go see what the rest of them are up to.”

With a smile on his face, he walked side by side with the best person in the world. I’m so lucky! He gazed at the smooth face of the boy next to him, giggled a bit, and then ran forward to greet the rest of them.

~♥~

Okay, I’m sorry! But I loved it! And I’ve been watching too many videos… and my imagination seriously is working overtime. I love K-idols. So cute ♥!

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.

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?

Top 5 Randomness

So, I read this post, and I was inspired to do my own person of the year. And then I realized that I didn’t care about these people. Whatever, they do not influence my life that awesomely. I’d rather write about Allie and helper dog or Katie. However, the Times list is about how these people are influential… and then I realized my problem. My influential list would be the most boring thing in the world. And so I wouldn’t write it. If I wrote it Allie and Katie and Mike Tompkins, it wouldn’t be true. They’re not influential, just amazingly amusing.

Then I thought about the conversations that Inx and I had about top 5’s. And I decided that although these people were not the most influential people ever, they had something else in common: they’re people that Inx and I and many other people (yeah, sorry, people I don’t remember you. Oh hey, I found a reference in 3D’s post. Yay!) reference stuff from. Actually, they’re not necessarily people. They can be movies. Also, I’m not sure they’re even in order. It’s just randomness.

ACTAULLY I FEEL LIKE MOST PEOPLE SHOULDN’T BE READING THIS BECAUSE IT IS TOO RANDOM. Hi, if you don’t know me very well, then you should just – I totally started writing this. And then I realized that this was only amusing if it was in context some of the stuff is pretty terrible sounding. And yeah, I just deleted the rest of the post. J That’s pretty terrible of me.

Anyways, basically it was a collection of randomness from Mean Girls (Hi, this is Karen Smith. It’s 70 degree outside, and there’s… a 30% chance it’s already raining!), (500) Days of Summer (Roses are red, violets are blue, fuck you whore), Hyperbole (BOOOOOOOP WE ARE NOISE-MAKING BUDDIES), Road to El Dorado (BOOBS! AND THEY BROUGHT GOLD!), and Awkward Zombie (DOIP.) And more Mean Girls and (500) Days of summer, but I decided to leave those out. I’ll bring them up sometime anyways J. OH HEY, IT LOOKS LESS WEIRD and terrible WHEN IT’S HIDDEN IN A GIANT CHUNK OF TEXT. Also, those are five. Hurray!

YAY I posted again, which means I get to find yet another picture! Yay, picture time! Also, it’s about 40 degrees out, and not raining. And not snowing. The snow part is more important. And it’s not a picture of GD or T.O.P! See, I do switch things up.

Sorry, D-, I forgot to start editing. I’ll get working on that…

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.

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. ♥

http://ibigbang.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/gdtop.jpg

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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