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for @cvnefin
Reaching for the nearby bottle, his slender fingers grip onto the empty drink and strikes the glass across the FUCKERâS head with great force. TAKE THAT! You shouldnât fuck with consent! She didnât want to go with you and your wrinkly balls-
âWrong.. fucking.. timing..?â he breathes out ALMOST painfully; mouth irregularly shaped into a shameful grin. Did he just whack the wrong person?Â
Taking a reluctant peek at the otherâs head, he releases a hiss at the bloody sight. As a witness of troublesome chapters and gruesome sights, a part of him canât help but mouth a silent âoooâ and perhaps.. feel a LITTLE sorry for the mishap. Yes, a little.
Everyoneâs gasps alarm him and instead of letting the horror manipulate him, he reluctantly falls to his knees to scrutinize the wounded man. Leaving the brawl unfinished as even his supposed opponent exudes concern as he simply watches the duo. âHoly shit, are you fucking alright?â
Oh shit. This is probably the last time heâll play knight in shining armor.
fuck sentence starters.
â i dont know if i need a hug or to fuck. â â you know what? fuck this shit. â â are you out of your fucking mind? â â do i look like i give a fuck? â â i wish i had a fuck to spare but i donât. â â youâre fucking stupid, honestly. â â you know what, fuck you dude. â â fuck you right back. â â you did not just say that, you fucker. â â what do you think i am, just a fuck? â â iâm just another fuck to you, huh? â â i really just want to fuck right now. â â please stop using fuck in every sentence. â â you use the word âfuckâ a lot, you know. â â you are a fucktard but a cute fucktard. â â you have lost every bit of my fucking respect. â â if you say âfuckâ one more time, i swear. â â do you wanna fuck or what? â â someone else wanted to fuck you? â â please stop telling me about your fucks. â â do you ever not go around and fuck? â â all you do is eat, sleep and fuck. â â seriously, how to you stand to fuck that much? â â did you fuck anyone last night? â â i know iâm a good fuck, so whatever. â â i will fuck you up, donât even try. â â donât get fucked up today. â â you will get fucked up if you donât shut up. â â what did you just fucking say to me? â â why donât you fuck off? â â seriously, fuck you. â â fuck you, fuck you and fuck you. â
i missed you clyde
As the FUCKING life of the party, let me say:I did too.
for @erxsus
Just look at him. The lonesome soul bearing sorrowful eyes as he wanders along the bridge of Han River; men and women passing by and had even dared to bump into him. LITERALLY. As if his existence held no significance.Â
But this is what he deserves for smelling like a DAMN beggar.
He reeks of alcohol and.. itâs truly fucking painful to admit, but BOY! Does he reek of used cigarettes. Worse, they never even belonged to him, yet the foul stench still managed to stick to him like glue AND smoke ( as fucking expected ). Even his own smell irks his nostrils. FUCK alleyway fights! FUCK his compassionate vigilante slash Jesus the savior side!
He groans, hides his bloody knuckles inside the pockets of his coat. Almost shivering at the intense temperature washing over him but he keeps his stance firm and refuses to cave to whatever his frail body needs - REST. He continues to hang his head low, following the sight of his footsteps until..Â
MOTHER OF GOD-- fucking MAX! ( If he wasnât indebted to him heâd blow his fucking ass to bits. )Â
He was at it again. Vision pitch black, heâs shoved back into the abyss. A different mind takes over that heâs inevitably helpless all over again. Heâs f a l l i n g. Calling out Maxâs name and his fatherâs name, crying o u t for help as he desperately pleads and CLAWS his way out of this MISERY to NO avail.Â
Mindlessly, his body wanders off. With his final step, his body languidly falls into the d e p t h s of the water with a loud SPLASH!Â
Gasps, screams, gossip?! Heâs the fucking talk of the town again.
for @revenantics
Today was supposed to be a bright Sunday morning; and holy fucking shit.. for a moment, it felt like it fucking was UNTIL a certain dolt just had to catch his eye.Â
Move, Clyde. Move. Just fucking walk away. Pretend you arenât seeing anything.
Yet even with his suit off, his vigilante character STILL kicks in. Clyde, that fuckboy with a dumpster-type of mouth, decides to meddle. ( Not exactly a good description to use on him but itâs how he is and what he fucking deserves. ) Silly, but cruelty for the good just doesnât run in his veins. Instead of letting his mind do all the talk, he advances forward and yanks the woman by her clothes. Effortlessly dragging her petite frame towards him and away from the EMPTY pedestrian lane.Â
âWhat the fuck?!â
He spares a glance at the lane with cars now passing by before his cold eyes shift to meet the dolt in his arms. Â
âAre YOU on for some public suicide shit?â
for @artificvr
âThis is fucking repulsive.â
The male huffs under his breath. Sneering at the dirty dark shade across the white cloth laying upon the hood of oneâs car. It isnât his. He doesnât even know who owns the piece of shit, but here he is, being the annoying fuck that heâs known for and swings his foot against the wheel.Â
HARD.
He doesnât flinch at all and shrugs the minimal pain nonchalantly. It felt like a fucking ant bite; heâs not meant for the expected FUCK! THAT SHIT HURTS! It was a perk for being a demon. He was invincible.. Well, almost. Heâs practically new into this sort of shit.Â
With icy hands deep inside his pockets, he ignores the rumbling belonging from his stomach and throws an annoyed glance at the other. âRemind me why youâre fucking okay working at this dump?â
for @jaenv
Here comes the nuisance. DRUM ROLL PLEASE!Â
âLong time no see, Jaehyun.â says the nuisance; flashing a bright grin in the otherâs direction as if these past months havenât been so hard on his FLAT ass. It was truly a pain - agonizing one, to be specific. But it was nice to cross paths with him after all these months.Â
It was TIME to annoy the shit out of him. Leo looks like he isnât having it but Clyde was more than willing to cross his limits. Perhaps this is just what he wants? To experience happiness no matter how temporary it will be for tonight. Itâs been so long since he felt profound amusement. He surely wasnât going to find it in Leo but rather his reactions mainly - Leo was a sappy piece of shit. You could say anything and heâd turn into some Deep-Jesus shit. It was MADNESS!Â
âBattling melancholia?â he adds after spotting Leoâs half-empty drink.Â
( Iâll just keep this short and simple.
Like this if you want a random starter. If you want to plot, do feel free to message me through IM.Â
Before you think of liking this, I hope youâve read Clydeâs background.
( I ended up following a bunch of people just to keep my dash going and ngl, I want to see a bunch of writing on my dash too. Besides that, I ended up following less than 40 people after cleaning my following list.Â
Anyway, if I followed you, feel free to like this! The starters may be short but we will expand for sure.
( Iâll just keep this short and simple.
Like this if you want a random starter. If you want to plot, do feel free to message me through IM.Â
Before you think of liking this, I hope youâve read Clydeâs background.
PSA.
Clyde will be returning soon. Hopefully after exams because Iâve been dying to write as him again and twitter isnât exactly convenient for a guy like him (though Iâve tried it; will only get myself back into it if most of the people Iâll be writing with are found there). Thanks! Hopefully we can write together
what a handsome prince [d-5]
REPOST & BOLD which lines of famous poetry apply to your muse.
Tagged by: @erxsus (thank you!) Tagging: @94vousmevoyez, @unorthodov, @shimuie, @ijunmo, @saintguts, @heyheize, @jcaecus, @bonappo
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month. // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest. // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely. // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose. // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // âtwas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isnât hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improvising her music.// come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flandersâ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravishâd bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.
cry baby, grunge, space, white bed sheets, old books
         AESTHETIC THEMED ASK LIST: source - FOR: @bonappo - STATUS: open !Â
CRY BABY: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.Â
Fuck concerts! Theyâre too loud, and I can barely even handle clubs, but.. but.. who knows..? Maybe Iâd go to yours someday. Youâll be the first exception... Jiyeon, Iâd fucking wink at you, but I canât.
GRUNGE:Â who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?
You. Tell me you didnât friendzone me and that you think Iâm handsome and boyfriend material-- ha.. Just kidding. Maybe. Fuck though because the questionâs insensitive.. I canât read unless I use my fingertips.. But on a serious note, I want a letter from a guy whose name starts with the letter M. I want him to say those special three words, and I want him to say heâs coming back.
SPACE: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?
Another insensitive question. You really are a dick.. ( ` rubs his nape. ) I sure canât see my desk, but I have hands. I can feel it when my deskâs occupied with too much paperwork that it becomes a little too messy to tolerate. I have Joonmyeon who helps me put.. some things.. where I need them to be, but besides that, I try to fix my things on my own. So.. perhaps itâs somewhat neat and somewhat unorganized.Â
WHITE BED SHEETS:Â what is your night time routine?Â
Maybe jack off-- SIKE! I just go to sleep like an angel that I already am.
OLD BOOKS:Â whatâs one thing you donât want your parents to know?
Why bother? My dadâs dead and my motherâs probably whoring around. Fuck that.Â
` every time i come close to you feels  like iâm on a dream, my butterfly đÂ
⨠send âđşâ + a color for a color board of our muses!! â â â wuju like, @hervoq
cchilyoja:
He wasnât sure what had made them venture out into topics that he rarely ever dwelt in, but Jung-hoo couldnât deny that he had thought of it before, probably like anyone else had, right before you go to sleep, all those things that just sort of pop up and end up being annoying, itâs really hard to fall asleep when you realize, youâll be dead one day. âAish.â He slapped the other before getting up. âStupid and pretty, just might get reborn as one of those shop mannequins. Letâs go get a beer.âÂ
An easy sign that he was done with the subject, which is always what heâd done if he didnât want to talk or better yet think about something anymore, deflect onto something else or end up taking to himself. It was still cold out, and as the sun had disappeared behind the line of the horizon, it grew even colder with the annoying wind lashing out against any exposed bare skin. âMove faster, what are you a snail?â
      He wishes ( no, he isnât ) thereâs a way out of self-love. But the more he denies and even pretends heâs not even handsome, it just. adds to his disappointment, and doesnât everybody say you shouldnât lie? Hence, he shouldnât, and if he thinks heâs ethereal, so be it. Let him flaunt and admire every inch of him in spite of NOT even knowing what he currently looks like now. Although itâs been a while since he last saw himself in the mirror, he knows he still looks amazing. â Fucking..! â now that slap roused him from his own admiration. Free hand rubbing the attacked area to soothe the pain.
      â No. But I am fucking blind. â he says in his head. Clydeâs literally imagining himself shaking his fist at the other. Can he blame him for being so slow? He sighs before finally following after. Pace average as he walks together with the help of his cane, and Jung-hoo, who offered some beer. Beer is fucking cheap, but who is he to decline a request? â You hit pretty hard. Ever spanked someone in bed? âÂ
ijunmo:
There came a brief period of time where Clydeâs RECKLESS ACTIONS greatly surprised him. Whether he was being serious or not with what he was doing to the younger, either way, Junmo found the idea rather silly; or if he had to put it in his own words â Clyde was being a fucking dumbass. However, the other might have already realized his own stupidity once he halted himself from dragging the younger any further, to which Junmo sighed in glorious relief. However, there seems to be a consequence to his actions once Clyde was done: his DISTASTEFUL INSULTS continued. He would have already hit him if it werenât for the obvious bruises that were scattered all over his precious little face, and the fact that it would look like an assault towards a disabled person made everything worse. Thereâs no way of winning against him, Junmo had thought as he lets out a defeated groan emit from his mouth. âWell, did I even want you to do everything?â he answered. âI think Iâm the one here who insisted on staying here instead.â DISPLEASURE existed along his voice as he spoke out to the elder. Offering respect would have been a wonderful option, but sadly, he never got any from the other ever since he had met the guy â or so Junmo thinks.
     He REALLY is sorry. Deep, deep, deep, deep inside, but heâs just not man enough to unravel his true emotion. Heâd rather bombard them with insults than be sorry. BUT, heâs not that callous and definitely not THAT shallow. ( surprise, surprise. ) When an apology is needed, heâs willing to risk everything.Â
      â ALRIGHT! â he heaves a loud, disgruntled sigh--a very loud one and rather prolonged. He has to drop his ego for now. The kid wonât follow if he keeps up with his shitty attitude, so might as well play nice when heâs genuinely concerned over the youngerâs budding bruises all over his face.Â
     Teeth on the side gritting, jaw clenched, he begins breathing heavily, even contemplating of withdrawing the whole apologize-to-this-little-bitch-for-his-welfare idea. Maybe he should just scram and pretend as if this never happened-- SIKE! â I-Iâm sorry. â Wow. Finally. And.. did he just fucking stammer?! â I should stop talking, but let me take you-- UH.. take us to the hospital to get yourself fixed. I promise Iâll be fucking quiet. â