I Always Thought It Was Linked To Depression Fatigue. Glasses Are So Much Easier To Wear Than Contacts

I always thought it was linked to depression fatigue. glasses are so much easier to wear than contacts and they take less effort to keep up (at least to me) when your depressed you don’t wanna do the extra bit of find the case and solution and put them in and make sure you take them out before bed and get them clean

glasses are easy just throw them on they can be dirty, bent, or scratched and they still do there job (maybe not perfectly but better than nothing)

happy saeran is so powerful it fixed saeyoung's eyesight 🙏🏻

Saeyoung is clearly wearing contacts but I'm wheezing. Why is our boy Saeyoung always drawn without his glasses when he's happy? Were his glasses something that he felt like he had to keep? Is he insecure about it? Like, what is he feeling here?

Or does he just take his glasses off for photos or something like that choice? Because I know quite a few people who do that for photos but put them right back on afterward.

I'm always wearing my glasses because I can't do contacts, so it's just a tiny detail that I'm trying to figure out all of the time. It's just a style choice, I guess, for the artists, but my brain is always like: Is there a specific reason?

listen jumins joke are *chefs kiss* literally my favorite comedy. (that being said i have also been compared to daria and told i have very dry humor soooo ya know)

????? U sure?????

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Okay, sure, Jan.

my current diet plan is apparently to spend my entire ass lunch break texting my fictional boyfriend until i accidentally run out of time to eat the lunch i brought … jumin won’t be happy i missed a meal but he did tell me to prioritize what’s important to me soooooo

listen me and jumin have a little girl that create a masterpiece like this and he frames that shiz in gold and diamonds for his desk you can’t convince me otherwise

oh my oh my yes 👏

Escape into Jumin 's route during Day 7 and find your way to the most luxurious Penthouse in Seoul.

Jumin hopes you'll rest well tonight, and that you'll stay.

You will stay.... Won't you?

someone help this poor baby he can’t focus

Because today’s prompt inspired MLQC content, I’ll publish one of my catch-up ficlets today…

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Popsicle Licking - Saeran x MC

He didn’t mean to be so dirty-minded. It was supposed to be an innocent afternoon. They hadn't had a lot of alone time together, so she had wanted to bring him a sweet treat while he was working, coding security algorithms for Jumin’s campaign. They had decided on splitting a popsicle, one of his favourite snacks, and she had perched herself on the edge of his desk, chatting with Saeran while they both had their treat.

What he hadn’t expected was for his mind to wander, when their conversation lulled. She was more focused on finishing the icy dessert, but the fact that it was long and cylindrical finally crossed Saeran’s mind. She would lick whatever dripped down the side, before welcoming the length into her mouth, her lips slightly tightening and puckering around the popsicle while she slowly slid it out, again, until he heard a sticky pop and the dessert was free. Again, she lapped up its length, catching drops of sweet liquid, her tongue laving around the end, where more of the treat’s juices had melted, before sticking it into her mouth, again. Saeran could even see the back of her cheeks swell up slightly, before she slid it out again, her lips dragging forward as she sucked on the treat until pop! The treat was released

“…Saeran?”

He twitched, the sound of his name snapping him into the realization that he had been staring at her mouth, his own popsicle starting to drip stickiness onto his hand.

“Are you okay?”

She looked so concerned. Maybe she thought he was having a relapse? He made himself smile reassuringly, but she knew something was off.

“What is it? You can tell me…”

His smile grew into something more genuine. She relaxed a little, but was still a bit stiff when he leaned forward to kiss her. She still wanted to know what he was thinking. But…

“I can’t tell you, yet,” he murmured, tasting fruit sugar mixed in with her natural sweetness, “But I will. Maybe tonight, when the sun goes down…”

—fin—