Let’s talk about ‘take your time’

msmysticundead:

When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:

• Take.  Your.  Time.
• If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.
• If you have muse for another character?  Guess what; you can reply to that too.
• If you’re getting feels for another ship?  OMFG. YOU H0R.  No, seriously.  You can reply to that, lmfao.
• If you’re overwhelmed with other threads?  It’s okay; seriously.  I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you.  You get to ours when you can.
• If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above.  I don’t hate you.  I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.

Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.

Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love.  Dearly.  And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).

RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies.  Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.

Take your time means take your time — it’s YOUR character, your blog.  You reply to who you want when you want or when you’re ready/have the muse, okay?  <3

[ hospital AU | Byungjoo&Wendy ]

bvngjoo:

_{Byungjoo had long been sickly, and frequent visits a week into a hospital wasn’t anything new to him. After years of battling with his heart, he was admitted to a surgery to replace his heart. “Heart transplant” was what he had heard the doctors to say. He wasn’t sure what they were up to, he just got a room.
The room he had now entered had two beds, one empty but not made. The resident was somewhere else. Byungjoo peeked behind the curtains, making sure that the resident was really gone. He wanted to avoid any heart attacks, he’d rather be alive you see. He took out his small bag, starting to sort out his things, placing the few spare shirts he hard to the small drawer, and his books on top of it. As he was done with sorting out, he dropped the bag lazily on the ground and pulled out the ugly gown handed to him by the doctor. The whole idea of wearing a dress and showing his butt to each and every one was disgusting. He’d rather wear pajamas with pictures of bunnies on it, really.
The door clacked and someone stepped in, as soon as Byungjoo had pulled on the ugly gown. He looked at the stranger eyes widened, stopping on the spot in surprise. The was no doubt that the situation was awkward for the both of them, as a half naked man with a open back dress was standing in a room out of the blue.}

_{Seungwans life had taken a turn for the worse not too long ago. She used to be a normal woman of twenty years old and now she was nothing but a shadow of who she used to be, even though she was a year older. The streets of the city she used to roam had made way for the few hallways of the hospital she’d walked countless of times in only a relatively short period of time. She was once again roaming the halls, even though her adventures usually didn’t go much farther than the bathroom or the communal hall, if it wasn’t for procedures. 
Her room had been rather lonely, and she was honestly thrilled she’d finally have someone to talk to during bad moments, but quite honestly she had not imagined their first meeting to go down like this. As she shuffled back into the room she’d been stuck in for a while now, depending heavily on the portable IV she leaned on, she stumbled in, only to gasp quietly as she was presented with the bare back of an unknown male. 
She took a few moments to adjust, eyes quickly lowering as she tried to move past the other. “Way to leave a first impression…” she muttered before sitting on her bed, smiling a little. “The curtains are there for a reason, y’know?  Like– just peek over when you’re done changing.. I’ll be here. We can talk when you have more clothes on.” Seungwan snickered, resting her head on a penguin plush that rested on her bed, quietly closing her eyes afterwards, figuring it’d be better to wait for the other to come to her than to make the situation even more uncomfortable.}

tiffariel:

“You watched me from Canada and now you’re sitting here with your head in my lap. It’s weird how things work out, isn’t it?” Tiffany chuckled softly, thinking about how she herself went from watching BoA at her home in California, to standing on the same stage with her at the end of their company concert. “And I promise I’ll write it so everyone can read it. That wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t, right?” Tiffany relaxed herself in Wendy’s grip once the younger sat up, letting out a small hum of her own. Her helpful and maternal nature often left her more than willing to do things for people, to buy things for people. She tended to forget that offering such things could sometimes strip people of their sense of independence, or simply just make them feel bad, which is what Wendy showed. “It’s not trouble at all, I promise. But I’ll write out your list, and you all can go right to the store with it.” 

“It’s really weird, yeh…” She laughed softly, “I already had trouble believing that G.Na sunbae thought I was good enough to go to the finals for the cube auditions… But now I’m here. As a blonde…” She giggled, smiling at Tiffany before lightly resting her head on Tiffany’s shoulder. “But thank you for helping us so much, Tiff… You’re the bestest!” She smiled brightly as she nuzzled closer to the older, remaining quiet for a few moments as her forehead crinkled, frowning before speaking softly. “I do miss Canada often, though.. Does that get any less over time?” It was a genuine concern for the younger, given that she’d on multiple times had been close to the point of a breakdown, just because she felt incredibly homesick. 

bbohyxng:

_{Upon hearing her own group’s song, Bohyung couldn’t help but let out another series of short laughs, each accompanied by a fist pump to the air, her reaction one of joking rather than irritation. “Encore! Encore! Son! Wen! Dy!” Truth be told, it was a bit difficult to keep up the act, the other’s intentionally annoying voice akin to sand paper on her ear drums as she hit the last note. But overall the hilarity of the situation far outweighed the annoyance. The lopsided grin playing at her lips did little to hide her obvious enjoyment at her friend’s semi-threatening words. She would stop bothering her, of course, though the likelihood of the teasing ending entirely was slim to none, a fact that Bo knew all too well. Nonetheless, Bohyung raised her free hand, palm facing the other as she nodded in understanding. “Yeah, yeah, deal. Guess I know who not to invite to my next stint at the karaoke bar.” A brow raised in defiance, Bo tugged her arm back, trying to free her wrist from her friend’s grasp, the joking smile still firmly in place.}

_{Wendy let out a long whine as the other started cheering, a hand shoving up to cover Bohyungs mouth to - finally - stop the other from talking. “Yah, I was serenading you with your own song, and you dare to talk through it..? Maybe I should sing some more for you, then.” Her smile was deviously innocent, letting out a silent giggle. Upon hearing Bohyungs words, she released the other, only to wrap her arms around her right after. “Thank you unnie~~” She spoke in a teasing tone, snuggling up to Bohyung happily. “But– since I’ve just been traumatised by this experience, you should totally make it up to me by treating me to food! Don’t you think so? Or do I have to sing some more..?”}

tiffariel:

If anything, the conversation moved a split second faster, as neither of them had to translate things in their head before saying them. It was a small weight lifted, and it felt nice. Being able to watch the Red Vevlet girls grows was something Tiffany honestly cherished, and she held Wendy that much closer. They shared different little connections, English being one of them. “Look, I’ve had it all. Black, brown, red, blonde, short, long, curly, straight, I’ve been everywhere and done everything! I even had this cute little braided style for a few performances that I really liked.” A soft sigh left her lips as her fingers continued to work in Wendy’s hair, trying to keep her relaxed. “I could tell you everything I do right now, but you might forget it all as soon as you hear it. I’ll write it all out in a list for you. Keep it in your room or in your bathroom. And I’ll also buy you some really nice products! The ones that I use, and I’ll get you enough to share with your members, too, okay?” Tiffany’s always been a caring person, and the Red Velvet girls just give her maternal instincts that much more of a boost. 

Wendy moved around slightly in an attempt to get more comfortable on her senior’s lap. She laughed softly as she eyed up at the older, smiling brightly. “I know you’ve had basically every hair style.. I mean– Even though I was stuck in Canada, I’ve kept track of Girls’Generation..” She grinned, lightly poking at Tiffany’s nose. “But oh! If you’d be willing to write it all down… Please do.. But also, please write it in Korean, so I can stick it to the mirror in our dorm’s bathroom so Irene unnie, Seulgi, Joy and Yeri can use your advices as well~!” She smiled happily, taking a few moments before sitting up, wrapping her arms around the older again. “But… I don’t think you’ll have to buy us products… I mean.. we can buy them ourselves, really…” She smiled a bit, lowering her head as she nibbled on her lower lip. “I wouldn’t wanna trouble you more than I already am..” She huffed, pouting up at Tiffany quietly.

_{To be honest, this really depends on what kind of a pizza it is..}

_{Most definitely, yes.} 

_Yes!

ask me questions on anon & I’ll reply yes or no