@trishuang’s INSTAGRAM update: 

(12/07/17)

lon-kj:

a wide smile on his face as he opened the door and stuck his head inside. “Hiiii” he chuckled as he saw his friend. one would think that wide smile would disappear as he saw the unamused face of his friend, but that was not the case. why? partly because of his not very sober condition and partly because he was very excited to see the other. “I could never forget about someone as cute as you” he poked the other’s nose as he got in, chuckling to himself. “seriously, let’s go fast. there were some real crazy chicks in there, had to hide backstage and then sneak out the back” he shook his head sighing “girls..”. he pulled the hood over his head and slid down slightly in his seat. “yah, I’m busy you know. I work hard, so I didn’t have time to party” he frowns, childishly upset that the other seemed to think he’s just some party guy. “Let’s go get some food!”

it took one glance and one second of hearing the others drawn out greeting for tristan to acknowledge that he was not sober at all. which he shouldn’t be surprised about -- jaehwan had only ever called him when he was under the influence and needed a RIDE. one phone call to the his number (the wrong number) and tristan was still stuck in this pattern of picking jaehwan up despite the chaos it sometimes brought. and it usually had everything to do with the guilt that would only fester if he attempted to ignore the call when it came ; and the worst-case scenarios that would plague him as well. tristan makes a face at the poke to his nose, hand coming up to rub at it a little, irritation still evident but he’s patient and doesn’t let it take over. instead he simply starts his car back up and pulls away from the club, inhaling slowly and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as jaehwan talks. “i think we should just get you home.” tristan replies, frowning a little.

acxisms:

           ‘ not quite as much as i remember it snowing in new paltz, ’ they responded after a long, thoughtful pause, and a smile overtook their features before the dancer added an afterthought. ‘ though — i’ve only been here five years — i can’t exactly say i’m an expert. ’ ace concluded, closing with a small final shrug. they allowed a gaze to wander from the park bench to the skies above, reddened cheeks smiling at the sight, and numbly cold ( due to not being gloved ) hands had been held out for snowflakes to land upon. ‘ cold .. dry .. really cold. ’ ace giggled with their words, eyes shiifting to tristan with amusement. ‘ it’s always really beautiful, though. most places are. ’

“that’s four years longer than me, though!” tristan supplies with ease, leaning back against the bench fully to lift his head up towards the flurry still steadily falling, not minding the small flakes the lay against his cheeks and eyelashes. “cold and dry? wow. i wasn’t expecting that at all!” laughter spills from tristan’s lips as he’s not bothered by the other’s own tease, before humming softly to himself and looking back towards the whitening scenery around them, “it’s almost making me miss the city a little bit.” tristan pauses, pulling a face, “just a little bit, though.”

- ̗̀   SMS  📲  tristan h.   ̖́-

quentin: i didn't ASK if you wanted to go drinking with me.

quentin: i said I wanted to go out for drinks. me, quentin.

quentin: did you really think we were going to drink TOGETHER?

quentin: god... you'd want us to get injured some how and ruin THIS perfectly asymmetrical piece of MODERN art called my face?

quentin: how selfish.

tristan: oh well when you put it like that!

tristan: i'll pass.

tristan: you can just call one of those yellow cars or something

tristan: maybe learn to like the smell of cigarettes and old people while you're sitting in it

tristan: i'm sure you'll live.

[ MESSAGE → yuna ]

Yuna: I'm too! High five !!

Yuna: omg I feel exactly the same way, I don't get all the fuss it's just pineapple

Yuna: it's not like... sand

Yuna: sand would be weird on a pizza

tristan: 👋👋👋👋👋👋

tristan: lmao yeah im not sure how i would feel about sand on my pizza

tristan: little too crunchy for my tastes

tristan: some people are just picky eaters? or have weird sensitive taste buds

tristan: maybe its the citrus taste that throws them off

tristan: who knows! i'll keep eating it though

- ̗̀   SMS  📲  tristan h.   ̖́-

quentin: you sound hurt.

quentin: i would apologize, but you truly can't show sincerity through a text message.

quentin: besides that, are you busy tonight?

quentin: i want drinks and i'd hate to have a walk of shame out to a... what do peasants call it...

quentin: yellow cars. the ones that smell like cigarettes and old people.

tristan: hurt about what? you being sarcastic to me?

tristan: lmao i'm fine

tristan: part of me feels like an apology through texts from you would have the same effect as one done in person by you would

tristan: uh

tristan: a taxi??

tristan: and i'm not busy. but i'm also not a big drinker. i probably wouldn't be much fun.

cellestexjeon:

★゜・。。・゜゜・ “ tristan !!! of course i showed up, who else do i have to talk to about the aliens ? ” the invite had truly come at quite an inconvenient time - she had just worked up the courage to text minkyo after what happened and was about to send the message when tristian contacted her. the message was promptly deleted and celeste had set off almost IMMEDIATELY to see the other. it felt odd seeing the other in person once again and seeing him in daylight at that too. ( she’d be lying if she said most of the time she contacted him was for hunting for facts at night. ) “ oh ya’know - dying over people not knowing good music, crying over the new stranger things season, pissing off jaejin. the usual. where have YOU been ? i tried you more than once and i never got a call back. ”

that familiar feeling of fondness immediately wraps itself around tristan when celeste starts to talk, laughter spilling from his lips at the mention of aliens, recalling their nightly adventures -- and the photo in his office at work that he still has from one of those nights. a bright glowstick crown adorning celeste’s head as she shows a flower to the lens of his camera. it’s still one of tristan’s FAVORITE photos. “that all sounds exciting,” he muses back easily, smile faltering just the slightest when she mentions her attempts to contact him. he has the decency to look guilty, “work got really busy for a bit there. i kinda fell out of the entire socializing thing in general. plus, i moved and... a whole bunch of other things too.” he hadn’t realized he had forgotten to get back to her that many times. “no excuses though. i’m sorry-- now i feel like an asshole.” there is a small laugh that slips despite his words, a little pout of a frown downturning his lips.

tristan can feel the tremble in his hand when he reaches for the door to his apartment, every small action that he’s doing only adding onto the weight of the heaviness sitting on his shoulders. his mind is still reeling from the moment he had had with sehyun earlier ; and his chest had felt numb ever since it. he can hear @mcnkyos moving around in the kitchen when he turns the knob and lets the door open. he’s not trying to be dramatic, and he feels dramatic, but he knows that the mask he had plastered on his face was already beginning to crumble and his cheeks were still stained from his own tears and his eyes were still glassy -- there was no hiding that he had been crying. the tightness is returning to his throat when he steps inside their place, turning to shut the door behind him but then moving forward with it, forehead pressing against it as he inhales and attempts to calm himself down before minkyo asks (because she will, she will see the state he’s in and she will want to know what happened), but tristan’s legs are frozen in their spot now, the weight falling even more on him until his knees finally buckle beneath him and he sags down to the floor with a violent and harsh gasp, breaking the silence that had been there as it all finally begins to become too much, too much, it’s all just way too much.

it had been awhile since he had last gotten a call from @lon-kj -- and part of tristan had assumed he had either found someone else to call when he needed a ride or somehow lost his number. really, he didn’t know, but he had still been surprised when jaehwan’s name appeared on his phone. he answered it (he always did) and now he was waiting for the other outside a random club, frown curled on the edge of a lip as he leans and drapes himself over his steering wheel, looking towards the passenger side when the door opens and he sees his face suddenly appear, “i thought you had forgotten about me or something.” tristan says in a light tone, but his face doesn’t seem very amused, “you haven’t called me in months... what made you suddenly need me to pick you up tonight?”

shopping for clothes wasn’t the main reason for why he and @yccnsikk were out and about in the city but they had found themselves in one of the smaller thrift shops regardless, and tristan is half-heartedly pushing a few hangers to peer at the clothes hanging on them only to push each item aside in disinterest. “i kind of ENVY people who can take clothes like this and make them stylish.” he starts out before realizing he sounds muffled from the face mask covering half his nose and mouth. he moves to pull it down and let it rest underneath his chin as he turns to look at yoonsik, “i don’t shop for myself. i don’t know how to. the fact that you can and what you pick out can look good is actually really impressive.

there is a look of surprise clearly evident on tristan’s face when he sees @cellestexjeon suddenly walk into his line of vision, and he moves his head away from the camera he had been looking through to look up towards her in acknowledgment, “you’re actually here!” tristan exclaims before a smile graces his features, hands moving to let his camera lay against his chest, the strap around his neck keeping it safe. “i hadn’t heard from you in awhile. i didn’t know if you’d show up or not, but i’m glad you did! where have you been?”

“does it snow a lot in seoul?" tristan asks from where he’s sitting on the park bench the both of them had stopped at momentarily, gloved hands rubbing together as he attempts to warm the chill out of them. he had met up with @acxisms to grab food but after eating and seeing the small flurries begin to fall from the sky, the both of them figured hanging out a little bit longer to enjoy the sudden weather shift wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “snow in new york was always cool,” tristan smiles a little at the few memories that come forth with bringing up winter in new york, gaze shifting to look towards ace now, “this is my first winter here! i... wasn’t really sure what to expect.”

he almost doesn’t realize who it is standing in the line in front of him at first, attention downturned to his phone as he steps up to wait to put in his order to go, but it’s the familiarity of the back of their head that makes tristan pause when he finally looks up and at it while attempting to look towards the front of the cafe. he blinks, silently debating on whether or not he should say something, but they hadn’t seen each other in awhile and what harm could saying hello really do? “duckie?” tristan speaks out loud, head tilting to the side as he side steps just the slightest to get a better look at @minsoonenough, smiling a little when he sees that it is actually them, “hey! it’s-- been awhile! how have you been?”

if tristan had an idea of what heaven looked like, he was sure it would look like the pet store he was currently residing in right now with @taesuks by his side. it had taken a bit, with schedules and time, but he had finally managed to drag (that was a lie, his friend had came very willingly) taesuk to the small little shop nestled within the city after seeing it during a work event but not having enough time to actually go in. “remember--” tristan begins, squatting to peek at a few small hamsters nestled away in a plastic house before looking back up to taesuk, “DON’T let me go home with anything. nothing at all. i just want to look at them!”

[ MESSAGE → ?? ]

Yuna: I don't get the whole pinapple on pizza debate

Yuna: why can't people just get to eat whatever they like? 🙈

Yuna: also.. are you for or against?

tristan: uh, i guess im neutral about it?

tristan: it's just pineapple

tristan: it's not going to be my first choice of topping for my pizza but if it's on there i'll still eat it

tristan: pizza is pizza!

You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.

Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring  (via roseir)

- ̗̀   SMS  📲  tristan h.   ̖́-

quentin: oh yes, of course.

quentin: i called you because i want to frolick around happily, hand in hand and let the world know i've made a new friend! bullshit.

quentin: you do realize you're technically invading my personal business by asking about my issues, right?

quentin: anyway, i tried to call one of my flings and i'm quite sure i dialed it wrong.

tristan: i really don't 'frolick'

tristan: but always love the sarcasm.

tristan: its great.

tristan: sorry i asked

tristan: hope you get ahold of them i guess.