Good evening, Cherns! Today, I—Sarchner’s Taein and Steinwalds’ Hanjin stayed home because the weather today was super cold. Hanjin refused to go outside when I invited him. He immediately claimed the couch, blanket included, and turned on drakor without hesitation. Hanjin watched it like it was his half soul—staring at the screen, reaction too much, and pressing his face into the couch when the drama got too intense. I could only shake my head at the sight. Meanwhile, I grabbed my camera and start taking random photos. Hanjin watching the drakor, half asleep, when he pretending he didn't notice the camera and he tried to take a picture of himself. I found it way too cute and funny and kept going, clearly enjoying this way more than Hanjin suffering with his drakor. At the end of the day, we just spent time at home together, and I joined Hanjin to watch drakor.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheGritner, @KinofGreesacht, @Calsearth. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheGritner, @KinofGreesacht, @Calsearth. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheVansents, @shineninng, @CasaSolmare, and @theellsword. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheVansents, @shineninng, @CasaSolmare, and @theellsword. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
helloo cherns! do i look jorjes tdaay? long time no see you guysss and i miss youuu all 🩶
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Forwarded from Haushalt: Schäfer Familie
After being stuck in the "wacana" phase for eternity, we finally made it happen tonight! The whole vibe was a chaotic mix of yapping, eating, and an impromptu city tour, featuring Geisler’s Haechan was busy inhaling food after dragging Lachers' Jaemin on a late-night snack run and also being our personal paparazzi with Sarchner's Winter was a total mood visibly exhausted by her chaotic friends but still effortlessly slaying every photo and Eryndor’s Haechan in his full model era posing for every shot while Schäfer's Giselle carried the team as our human GPS, navigating the streets after our intense round of Uno. Even though Grachter's Jeno looked completely drained from dealing with our high-energy antics, he still found the strength to roast us into oblivion. We almost got lost twice thanks to some questionable navigation, but it honestly just turned a long-awaited plan into the ultimate core memory.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @CasaDeDiaz, @TheHefflins, @MansionOfNightvale, @DropTheScythe, @Cherrilane, @TheDelaire, @MontgoIfier, @VerseOfArtists, @CasaLaDuvall, @Nueilofscars, @Kheraeld, @the18reasons, @HouseOfMirth, @calmtochaos. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @CasaDeDiaz, @TheHefflins, @MansionOfNightvale, @DropTheScythe, @Cherrilane, @TheDelaire, @MontgoIfier, @VerseOfArtists, @CasaLaDuvall, @Nueilofscars, @Kheraeld, @the18reasons, @HouseOfMirth, @calmtochaos. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.