When Orv Makes Enjoying It —> An Integral Part Of The Reader’s Character

more picrews hehe

made my little guys on this picrew

mo willem interviews are so very orv to me

Hello dear friends! ❤🤍🖤💚

🍉I am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza 😭😭, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people ❤❤ who have been suffering😭😭 for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.

Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we had lost all our sources of livelihood.Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost.

https://gofund.me/31c5cbe3

even a single dollar would make progress

everybody say Thank You Kim Dokja for being the head representative for the "it's ok to be at least a little in love with all of your best friends" agenda

The Oldest Dream’s Blorbo

I am very very proud of this artwork and couldn’t help but share :’) hopefully I’ll start posting more art on here

secretive plotter is so down bad for kim dokja from the beginning its so funny. other constellations messages are like [prisoner of the golden headband thinks your battle looked cool] or [demon-like judge of fire thinks you were brave!] and then sp's are like [secretive plotter thinks your plots are like sooo cool] [secretive plotter is sharing a wink with you over your tactics] [secretive plotter's eyes are shining watching you] [secretive plotter thinks you should dump that loser yoo joonghyuk] [secretive plotter wants to slob on that knob like corn on the cob] brother get UP!!!!!

KDJ's constellations were internet friends who said 'we should start a band when we meet up irl' and then they did and it worked. unfortunately SP left the friend group early to settle down and have a child 😔 but it's probably for the best he can't sing anyway

This sounds like fanfiction but it all actually happened

epilogue II

the beautiful days still didn’t arrive or at least not as i had imagined - there was no bright and early awakening, or a stretch towards the sun, no feeling of "i am finally worthy" and no lack of the familiar shadows. the beautiful days were disjointed and blemished, the streets were littered and the sun was too hot, the clouds too little, the breeze on my cheek not enough to ruffle my hair like the movies. the ancient cathedral was a modern art installation and the historical city was a street, but my heart was stirred all the same

my beautiful days were so ordinary i barely noticed, until the stroke of midnight, how much i loved them. come back to me, night spent in a hotel room playing mafia, come back to me exhausted laughter and charades and home-cooked pasta. come back to me, friends, and accuse me of being the mafia again and let me laugh and incriminate myself again, and let me love you in that moment, please, i didn't realise it then

my sweet forgiving days let me sleep in though the 8am alarm still woke me, perhaps my body had heard my desire to consume and conserve the daylight hungrily - summer sun, let's put aside our rivalry, you made our smiles glow so gently on the last day, i owe you

my sweet forgiving days, that i fear, that i fear are lulling me into complacency, i fear so much but i love you still. i love you still, i thank the heavens for you still, train delays and all. i'll trudge through the city on tired feet and sleepless muscles again, come back, i'll wear my short sleeves and you will make it feel okay.

come on, hurry, the train will soon arrive and the karaoke place will soon close, i heard my voice in recording and i'll forgive it, i sang you proud. the city is so alive, breathing me in and out, pushing me against the hand-grip of the subway and pulling me from bookstore to bookstore, up and down the stairs and up and down, and up once more because the apartment was always one floor higher than i hoped, though i already knew that from the blue flower prints i memorised, and the rainbow mat of the neighbour who must've cursed us out, let me send flowers to them, let me send flowers. thank you for allowing me joy and delirium and obnoxious laughter. happiness is so fleeting and easily questioned, forgive me, allow me your mercy of returning again and again, and again as i look into my friends' smiles and burst into giggles. 

my beautiful days were so short and spaced between the ordinary days (that were still beautiful, god, they were all so beautiful-) but you still fit so much inside; i battle time and memory to keep you with me, a little more, a little longer, let me linger on the memory of touch and sound and don't you dare take it away from me. my world and my people and my people's people and my world's planet, i love you so. 

and when that plane lands, and that shuttle screeches to a halt, and when i walk down that wooden hallway and hear the familiar roll of my suitcase, i know i'll forget you, i'll forget that i'm not alone. the past will beckon me once more and my daydreams will say so what of happiness when there is no success within it. but perhaps one fine morning of sleeping in again the world will forgive me as it always does, as i pray it always will, and i will be reminded that i have pockets of my heart beating gently around this stupidly large globe. maybe a smile or a joke will set it off, maybe a moment of sadness or even frustration, maybe i can be missed as i miss you so already, all of you, all of you, all of you who i remember and forget with the turn of the earth and the pilot's steady descent onto the landing. i love you so much even when i don't. i love you so much even though i will never be certain that you love me, i will never accept that you can love me differently or less or more, or perhaps not at all. not at all. not at all- 

but you did for a moment, right?

you know what else is so heartbreaking about orv tonight? 1863, its so painful that the arc that kim dokja almost leaves "his" han sooyoung and yoo joonghyuk for is the arc that they are at their worst. Han sooyoung is sacrificing the entire line for a chance at a better version and yoo joonghyuk has no one and is so deep in his depression that he actually is making steps to permanently kill himself.

Imagine being either of them from 1864 and learning that he almost left you for the parts of yourself that you've been trying to get rid of, Imagine learning that it is all of you that he is dedicated to and maybe the ways that you've split yourself makes you less than what he wants.

Imagine looking at less of him and realizing the same is true for you.

writing in a journal just isn’t the same as getting attention online for being insane