OH MY GOD I REMEMBERED MY PASSWORD
Show & Tell

#extradirty

Kaledo Art
tumblr dot com
Stranger Things
Mike Driver
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
h
RMH
art blog(derogatory)
YOU ARE THE REASON
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
Sade Olutola
Keni

Product Placement

shark vs the universe
hello vonnie
almost home

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Philippines
seen from Singapore

seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Romania
seen from Germany
@bkunpi-blog
OH MY GOD I REMEMBERED MY PASSWORD
re:
I walked to leave my sadness where I put it down, but just ended up bringing it to the other side of town. You shook my hand, offered expected words, and grinned but I don’t want to be your friend, I just want to know you for the moment don’t say what you think you should but what you wish you could I’ll hear it
(shameless) maybe. in this society
it’s not you, not me, but everyone you see there is relationship capacity, and everyone is always saying sorry for filling it to spilling, it’s not thrilling it’s draining and ending human beings are not made to please the world population that would be wearing a sign over your heart (kick me, wont you, please)
my emotion is not divisible, but for you it may just be invincible at face value I am optimistic but this is not for you to judge it pessimistic is just the way you see your glass, so drop it and let it smash why be personable if you can be the best version of yourself it may not be likable but it’s authentic and livable
and I am not drowning
A Christmas present for the Struggle Squad !
( @nosequels, @kalirok, @othersidcd, @bkunpi, your (joint) present under the tree… )
Keep reading
"You never listen to my clearly superior ideas."
He is making dinner when a phone rings with unidentified caller listed below the number. The same phone a co-worker tossed at him after work. Claimed answering it would be easy money fed straight into his account after a specified amount of time. Just have to talk to lonely people long enough for them to spend their entire paycheck on him. Suspicious? Check. Illegal? Maybe. Easy money? The deciding factor. And he likes to console himself that if it is some drug thing, he can just drop the cell somewhere and forget this whole thing. Yeah. Right. Good plan.
“Yeah,” he answers casually. “What’s up?”
Cue the twisted expression when they murmur something about his voice sounding deeper than normal–sexy–and he drops an entire bottle of seasoning into the sauce pan. “Shit–”
“I’ve never heard you curse. Are we trying something different tonight?…Ohh…a roleplay thing. I can get on board with that–have you been a bad girl? Do I need to remind you who I am?”“…what number do you think you’re calling?”“Kiseukiseu. A sex phoneline–now I’m confused…are we still playing a game here or what?”
Bambam slams the disconnect, eyes wide as he stares down at a darkened screen before it lights up with an entirely different number. He hears the door open and beelines for the entrance, nearly bull-rushing into Mark.
“Help me,” he begs, gripping onto one leg before he slowly sinks to the floor so they’re rooted to the same spot with his dead weight. “I’m listening to your superior ideas now, just help me.”
This is not a follow forever… no. As I don’t even follow some of the people I’ve listed off and I do that elitist ‘unfollow after a week or two of inactivity depending on our interactions’ thing. Instead this is an appreciation post to everyone who has contributed to my growth as a pseudo writer and a roleplayer through the pitiful 3 years (give or take since I take lots of hiatuses) that I’ve roleplayed Miss Jennie Kim, trainee of YG Entertainment. Not only is today a holiday, but it also is coincidentally the day I reached 200 followers. I don’t care much for the count but I thought that was cool. I got it on Christmas day, yay! Everyone seems to be doing such posts as well, so I thought might as well hop on the bandwagon!
I wasn’t planning to be here for today or other days relevant to today but because of the few people who kept my muse in their thoughts, in introspection I decided I’ll at least reciprocate in some way even though I lack the spirit. Christmas this year isn’t the happiest for both the muse and mun so I apologize if I’m writing this when I’m not in the best of moods. Nonetheless, I do genuinely hope everyone else is enjoying their holidays.
* none are in particular order.
Keep reading
“Normally, there’s just one toilet so we whip ‘em out.” (ah the struggle of a sideblog, but from yo main home dawg jr :--) )
Thus ends the tour in Jb’s place, or begins it, he’s not really sure. Timehas become tangible, slipping out of his wavering sense of passing minutes.Everything had been a blur since he inhaled those cleaning fumes without a maskfor far too long. In his defense, he had been actually cleaning the floor. The expression of his face is comparable to going 72 hours without sleep and no coffee in his system. One hand cards through his hair, and he blinks. Then his face twists, lips open as if he might say something.Banked knowledge of Korean still not perfect, his tongue is heavy with the weight ofattempting to think of an equivalent phrase.
“What--like all together? What kinda’ dick cult...”
For once, he’s silent, until Jr finds itimportant to suddenly commit to business right there.
“Hey—hey, hey, hey, I am stillhere. This is not the how-to guide I wanna’ witness.”
He covers his eyes and tries to back out of the bathroom.The bucket in his way leads to the stumble, first shoulder slamming against theadjacent wall, hands wildly grasping and tearing at a shower curtain that snaps—ending with him falling forward andattempting to latch onto the next best thing for balance.
What he doesn’t realize is the fabric he pulled on and took withhim was not a hand towel at all, but jr’s pants. And the noona Jr brought backto the penthouse for ‘netflix and chill’ had appeared at the doorway, pink lipsformed into a declaration of shock. She excuses herself, struggling to decideon an apology or an accusation of the scene, shading one hand over her eyes asshe makes for the door.
Wrapped into a remaining drapes, shower rings clattering androlling across the floor, Bambam merely groans in pain.
when you accidentally answer memes privately
BROTP Starters:
“YO DIPSHIT GET OVER HERE!”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to knock? Get in here loser.”
“No it’s not okay! I will beat their asses for hurting you!”
“What do you mean no more checkers?”
“Oh just make yourself at home why don’t ya!”
“So...uhm. Awkward hug or lame cool guy handshake?”
“There was no sexual tension in here before he got here.”
“Do you need a hug?”
“Normally, there’s just one toilet so we whip ‘em out.”
“Can we just stay home and watch sad movies and eat ice cream?”
“You are the biggest loser I know and that’s why we’re friends.”
“Is that my sweater that’s been missing for a month?!”
“Are you crazier then usual or is it just me?”
“Get back here and love me!”
“You never listen to my clearly superior ideas.”
“If you start dating someone you’ll have less time for me.”
“I’m not okay…I just…want a hug right now.”
“You tricked me into getting you food.”
“Can you not?!?”
bkunpi started following you
SCREAMS.
4/5!!!! im screaming with you
nosequels started following you
@xinanlide @kalirok
3/5 of struggle squad
DJ Okawari- Bluebird Story (feat. Jumelles)
Expectation. Sharper edges than what you wanted. Those aren't paper cuts from a piece of paper hold the lighter, hold the lighter tighter than the chest feels now aint that really real burning a defining piece of paper
He read an acceptance letter, eyes running down words outlining a longer future than he thought he wanted to work for. It is a university that caters to pre-law students, and his father’s hand had clapped him on the back. "Amida, Buddha!" Amida Buddha. He is never at the root of his own actions. Pious men with unrealistic goals dig holes in the child and how do you define what is undefinable pray to god? pray to god. are you on your knees to please or on your knees for the vast majority begging please just accept me.
His father is not even a devout Buddhist but retreats to prayers of thanks to a deity instead of acknowledging his son.
They clasped their hands together, head bowed before they went to exclaim to the rest of the family about Kunpimook’s success. What is his success, is always his father’s by association. That’s the way it is, and he learned not to claim something unless he wanted to be shunned for it. He was sitting there, reading this letter and waiting for the relieved exhalation and excitement. He mirrored it with a small smile when his brother ruffled his hair. They were working three jobs just to take care of dad and his sister had just entered a cosmetology school thirty minutes from the apartment. He would have been the first one to attend university.
this is not yours, remember to give thanks to more on the stage that is yours hand the bits and pieces out until you feel hollowed out. these are your words and lines, everyone lies a little 'just give me a little'-- Time.
He looks at this letter now and his mind turns over all the sleepless nights, the refusal toward friends for late-night parties. How he had gotten drunk the night before his last finals, mind higher than the sky and eyes far away from equations. If not for that one slip, he would have been valedictorian. His father’s rage had been so dark compared to their happiness then. It floats away just as his thoughts do now.
Flight Boarding—
Then he’s snapping back into his own skin. Letter of acceptance stuffed into his back pocket and replaced with tickets to South Korea before he runs to catch his seat.
burned yourself out you idiot kid, Not so devout now are you son. not to father never knew mother an' don't tell me she would be sad when you get so mad claim you never wanted me an' take everything from me
There is a problem with expectation.
Those who bow under it are labeled fools and failures, they forget the kids are kids. What they like about that is liking to see the legacy sit on their shoulders—everyone wants a claim of something that is not theirs to feel as if they have done something worth doing, and Kunpimook caved under the weight of too much expectation.
He’ll call it something else, though. Even when his father rejects him for this decision and the family casts him out.
He’ll call it living.
And make the mistake of not realizing this is just another version of running.
Stop. Rewind. Repeat.