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Meant to post this yesterday but oh well. Mukbang time! 🍗 https://www.instagram.com/p/B6wqsM2H2L7tw0_Wsq_OWB0_OQnrU-Zmoo9bnY0/?igshid=1jf6fngx7e738
Ending the decade doing as I please and making myself happy. I love my new cosplay kitty set and I'm with friends I'll take more pictures with me in the full set. :3 https://www.instagram.com/p/B6vizYDnwMdhoxJK-vG0xstRK15sr7o0rVYAVs0/?igshid=1x23m7ges3nvc
There's something just so damn cozy about being curled up in bed wearing my new panda hat and onesie together after a hot shower, cuddling my cat pillow, while it's raining. All I need is a mug of hot cocoa to make this moment perfect. Winter rain is so nice. ☺ https://www.instagram.com/p/B6qmQZDnIREd0hvJKO9Gq33WrniY747p0jyAOY0/?igshid=a418oavyl8rq
Sometimes I just want to quit being a K-pop fan.
Like a day or 2 ago I posted a super long post talking about my understanding of the Wonho situation and how I could relate to how upset and hurt his fans are. Although my feelings are unchanged, I'm annoyed by how some fans are choosing to act. Why does anytime something happens in their own fanbase girls use my favorite group as a punching bag? It sucks. I hate it.
Honestly, feel like sometimes my own fandom sucks. Other fandoms suck. The toxicity in the various K-pop fandoms make me hate everything about K-pop. I don't even listen to BTS, because you can't watch an Official Big Bang videowithout a fuster cluck of assholes commenting on the videos how their group is better. I was even approached by a rude Army BTS fan who was nice to my friend who's also an Army, but came for me for being into Big Bang.
So now between Seungri Stans acting like batshit clowns we have fans of other groups blaming Big Bang for members of their groups leaving, most notably Monsta X rightly hurt over Wonho leaving his group. I hate being a fan. Why can't we just nerd out, talk about how much hot our biases are and our favorite songs. Why all the fighting and shit? It's gross and petty. Stop saying our group gets away with shit. One of our members nearly died from a suicide attempt. Are you bitches high? I'm so annoyed by this behavior.
I'm so sorry Monsta X Fans. I'm so sorry Wonho.
So... The bitch who tried to end my baybee boi TOP is back at her shenanigans again. I swear Han So Hee is such a bitter trouble making thot. I thought I hated her because I was an insane TOP stan, but no. I find her utterly DEPLORABLE. I'll explain later why this chick has me so angry on a personal level. But as for now, it almost 4am my time, I can't sleep, I'm pissed off and I need to rant.
Some guys I don't know also stepped down from their groups, because they either smoked weed, (Drugs is this bitch's MO), had some shit from their pasts, or was connected to Seungri's Burning Sun scandal, very loosely. I think one of them a combination of all 3. I said guys because I remember when I watched Hallyou Back News l recall them talking about another guy stepping down from his group as well, not long ago. Since I'm a bit muddy on the details so I will only talk about TOP and Wonho's involvement with the bitch.
I don't know who Wonho is or Monsta X, but this shit is upsetting. I feel that like VIPs have been taking hit after from the moment of TOP's scandal, now other fans are being hurt by this chick's poison touch. I can't stand the idea of any other fandom hurting like we have hurt. I also feel like this toxic creature in a Korean woman's skin suit worming her way into TOP's inner circle was the catalyst for a lot of things. This chick is obsessed with taking down idols, ruining careers, and hurting people.
Watching videos of girls in their rooms or in their cars breaking down and crying put me back in the mindset of 2017 when TOP had his scandal and overdosed. I don't l know Wonho or his former group, Monsta X, but I know that feeling of loss his fans are going through. She's wounding another person and the fans that love him so much out of spite and bitterness. It angers me so much, because these men are essentially being punished for being successful.
Now it's time for me to get really weird and personal, because maybe someone can take away something positive for my story.
Trigger Warning: Mental health issues, talk of low self-esteem/body image, homelessness, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, self-harm and talk of suicide is going to be discussed. If these are sensitive topics for you then please DO NOT scroll down. The TL;DR version is I related to one girl who was in tears about Wonho leaving Monsta X, because like her K-pop helped me when life was really hard or just too much to deal with which makes me all the more angrier at Han So Hee. Another girl I related to talked about feeling judged for crying over a foreign celebrity she doesn't know. I had a seriously messed up life the past nearly 10 years and when I didn't think I could going K-Pop and close loved ones reminded me of my worth. We've had so many tragedies in the world of K-pop for the past couple years. Gone are the days were we have the luxury of fan bases fighting over which group or idol is better. We really need to support one another, because we never know who will have their career ruined over petty BS, criminal acts, or Dear God forbid 'worse'.
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Back in 2017, if TOP wouldn't have survived I would have immediately left the fandom. The reason is for the longest time I related to him the most. I completely relate to his love and passion for art. I relate to food being the most important thing in life. I relate to his love of wine. I can't drink it much because of my living situation, but I have a gift card for when I move. I relate to his strange but adorable quirks and habits. I plenty of my own. He loves chairs and finds them sexy. I love beds and find them sexy. I related to his mental health problems. I related to his body image issues. I related to how awkward he gets to touching others. I related to how lonely his feels. He hates being lonely, but he 'needs' to be lonely. For someone who's been hurt like him isolation is the easiest way to stay safe. I can understand this, because I'm hiding in my room most days. I tell myself I'm not good enough for love, I'm not nice enough for friends, and I'm not pretty enough for a boyfriend. Marriage and children isn't even a thought anymore because I gave up on it. I accepted being alone for the rest of my life. I hate it. The thought makes me cry, but people and what they are capable of scare me more than dying alone.
If anyone who reads this has gone through my blog you'll come across a couple real life pictures of myself. I'm a plus sized woman so learning someone who is so hot was once a fatty like me was a huge revelation. When I saw his pictures from when I saw Big Boi Tabi my first thought was "If I can get skinny will I be this hot?" Needless to say I completely missed the point back in my mind 20's. His weight loss was because of his determination to do what he loves. Looking back on it Plump Tabi was one of the things that made me like him. He was so cute and cuddly looking back then. He still had that intense anime glare which made me laugh. It was like if Snuggle the fabric softener Bear got married to Sasuke Uchiha, had a baby in Seoul, then raised the baby in the hood so he can be a an edgy anime teddy bear that grew up to be a rapper. Now I want to draw an rapping anime edgelord teddy bear.
I digress, one if the girls I saw crying about Wonho really broke my heart. She talked about how life hasn't been easy for her and how K-pop helped in the dark times. Another girl talked about crying over a K-pop boy you don't know and your loved ones who aren't fans are telling you to just get over it. I relate to all of this completely. Mother and I have been homeless for nearly a decade. We both are severely disabled, and can't work to supplement our income. It sucks because where I live housing is extremely expensive and our disability income isn't enough for market rent. We finally got a means of getting housing, but there's an issue with our credit. We want to be in our own place before Christmas, but life has been awful to us.
Beyond financial and housing issues, back in 2013, 2018 and just a few months ago I was in some very abusive relationships. During those times when I was being treated so badly K-pop and my loved ones being there for me, I would have attempted self-harm or suicide. The ex from 2018 was the worst of the worst. He was a groomer, manipulative, sociopath who verbally abused me, cheated on me, and forced himself on me in my own resistance. I can't even go into the basement where I live to get cleaning supplies or wash my clothes without having a panic attack. I still remember his face afterwards and I feel gross. It wasn't the first time he pushed me into having sex when I didn't want it. There are times I scrub myself in the shower to the point my skin breaks and bleeds, because I don't feel clean anymore. I even had to get the police involved because even after a year later he stalks me in real life and harasses me IRL. My self-worth has tanked because of him and I'm terrified of being touched in a sexual manner ever again because of him.
For some K-pop is a means of escapism, for others it saved their lives. Some just love the music. Others could care about the attractive idols. It's meaning can have as big or as little impact in your life as you want. For me I can say its mix of the first 2. I can be transported to a different world when I listen to it. I also can listen and be creatively impacted. K-pop helps me when I need to draw or write. Thanks to that evil girl another man and fan base is hurting. When what happened to TOP happened I was in such a deep depression no one got it, in fact I was judged for it. It sucks...
In the past couple years we lost idols due to petty drama, criminal acts, or suicide. We no longer can be in our own fan bases fighting each other over who's the best and who we love more. We really need to reach out and give others support, because we never know who's going to leave us next. Especially us as VIPs, because it seems like we're in the middle of a civil war Seungri Stans VS everyone else. To quote Filthy Frank, IT'S TIME TO STOP!!! We all know 2019 sucked ass for K-pop fans. Fighting each other only makes us lose focus of the outside forces attacking our baybees. I don't know what else to say. I've been feeling this way for a while and the more history repeats itself, the more I get upset. I really hate Han So Hee. I think she is a toxic disruptive force that dismantles careers, because she doesn't have one. She is the antithesis of a jealous scumbag.
I'm so sorry it took so long to post. I was typing this around a quarter to 4am, now it after 8am. I dozed off twice while typing. I know, I'mma boomer.
Ladies and gentlemen these are ALL my animal ears, collars and leashes, but only SOME of my gothic styled bracelets, necklaces and earrings. I haven't even showed off my gloves, socks and stockings yet. Walmart just put out their Halloween stuffs. My favorite online stores have a bunch of hella cute stuff too. I guarantee by the end of October my collection will double or even triple. ❤🎃 https://www.instagram.com/p/B2j2-XUHj9XSKgaeGeGlMrEbngMkQwZ12en6Dw0/?igshid=148v2giex77ml
Me just derping around in my room. I love my new PJs so much decided to randomly cosplay as a stuffed animal. Don't ask, it's Saturday and I'm bored. Lol. https://www.instagram.com/p/B2Zd6HoHBj4SDwyajJu_wa0uFLryuD4ZFxYKa40/?igshid=1x0ztjdr3d8gb
All day erryday, bro.
Can’t blame most YG trainees for all wanting to leave the company as for even Treasure13 members. The company is a hell hole even more now with YHS and SR. I mean I wouldn’t wanna be under YGE either with all of the ongoing scandals and controversies.
After the great convo I had with @ygdungeongang why would I not repost this?
Mom: Just eat the damn food it’s not that hot
The food:
*Burns the shit outta my tongue, but I clear my plate.* ❤
Friendship applications
Aha I finally made my own.
This should be interesting and easier to get to know someone.
Name: Angel ( Short for real name )
Age: Same age as TOP's.... (Feels so old in a fandom of 20 somethings and teens.)
Sign: Libra
Where I'm From: The District of Columbia a.k.a Washington D.C. in good 'ole U.S.A
Pronouns: ... >_> She? Her? Lady-creature?
Favorite Drink: Yes!
Favorite Food: All of my YES!!!
Favorite Kpop Boy Group: Big Bang
Favorite Kpop Girl Group: Stuck between 2ne1 and F(x)
Ultimate Bias: TOP
Bias Wrecker: TOP's love of sushi... Other then everything else stopping our perfect romance story, my seafood allergy is the Ultimate Bias Wrecker. D:
Favorite Soloist: American or Korean?
Racist: No
Homophobic: No
Open Minded: Extremely
Loyal: Yes
Trump Supporter: I have no strong opinions towards him. I'm neutral/centrist and I don't cut ties with people who think differently from me, Tumblr.
Pro Life or Pro Choice: Pro Life, but I don't jugde. I also understand, empathize and agree with the extreme cases.
Coffee or Tea: TEA TEA 73@!!! Salted Caramel black tea with brown sugar and french vanilla creamer is the best shit ever. It's all store bought and give Starbucks' Crack coffee the finger. That is the hill I'm ready to die on to defend Salted caramel's honor.
Rain or Snow: Yes. So cozy indoors.
Fall or Spring: Fall, I love the cool crisp air and changing leaves. All-time favorite season.
Summer or Winter: Winter
TV or Movie: Neither. Netflix and YouTube. Lol.
Dogs or Cats: Yes.
Sweaters or Short sleeves: Yes.
Juice or Pop: Yes.
Sorry... I like way to many too things XD
Falling GTOP.
Warm, happy, joyfully... Let the feels overtake you. :3
My Domestic Abuse Story
Around this time last year I started talking to a very sick individual who I was in love with and convenced he loved me. He didn't. In fact I'd argue I was nothing more than a collectable to him.
I knew him as a friend for 5 years. He was 5 years younger than me and had an extreme immature streak about him, but he was still a decent friend. Long before we got together I had a crush on him, but his behavior and the women he went after weren't the kind a normal person would introduce to their parents. It also didn't help I was insecure about not being 'black' enough to get his attention. He was into ghetto girls that used a lot of slang. I grew up in the ghetto, yes, but I grew up educated as welland I was bullied for it me whole life. Having a large vocabulary, speaking proper english that stuff.
When we finally started talking he seemed like he grew up he wanted better for himself, he goals, dreams, aspirations, and I wanted to help him achieve them. He tols me for months about how his current girlfriend was holding him back and being cruel to him. Even threatening him, because I was friends with them both I thought I could mediate. No. He got really nasty and turned her bitchy attitude into a joke. I reminded her she wasn't talking to a child she was talking to a 30 year old woman. It went like how I thought.
I posted this on my Facebook for family and friends but I thought if I shared my story it could reach more people and help them. For the sake of myself and those involved I will edit names out and try my best to add more context.
Sometime later they broke up. We continued to be friends and I kept helping, but the manipulation started. Months and month of 'I'll never break your hearts' and 'You're only turning be down because you're scared of happiness.' I started second guessing myself. Was I turning down the best thing that could ever happen to me?
It's funny how through loneliness and depression, you are starved for love, attention, and company. A rotten green burger looks like filet mignon. The more I eat the sicker I got. Parasitic worms nesting in my stomach, making their home within me, but no matter how much it hurt I truly thought he was good for me. No one else loved me. I didn't even love myself no matter how hard I tried.
Hell, my own housemates only saw me as a verbal/emotional punching bag. They never spoke to each other they way they spoke to me, because they respected each other. In their eyes I wasn't worthy of it or deserved it. They only cared about being right and lording over my head how much more stupid or retarded I was in comparison to them all time, and they call me a friend, but it was a lie. Friends are equals. The amount of respect I've offered should be returned or so I thought, but no. They just needed someone to make them feel better. That was my only job and purpose. So I did everything in my power to avoid the house and spend time with the rotten dumpster burger covered in maggots. Hell, they even used my shitty relationship to make me feel worse about myself, slut shamed, and made a joke out of me. I soon preferred abuse over being in the house in many occasions. But in their mind it was joke and I was too serious.
He only wanted me because I was close to him 'domestic pussy' one may say. I said I was fine with it because didn't want to lose him, but I lied, deep down it wasn't okay. I wanted to be the only one. It was so unfair. Why wasn't I good enough? Smart enough? Pretty enough? Just enough? I hated myself more and with every passing day. He wanted every woman that breathes, even my own friends. Hell I even found out through ladies we both know he tried to go after them and their underaged daughters. My stupid ass was willing to turn a blind eye to that PEDO FUCKER having a chick in every nook, cranky and under ever fucking manhole cover in the city, but if I watch my K-pop videos he would say to me "Little dick Asian niggas don't like big fat black bitches." Shit like that broke me and back then I knew I couldn't do any better. I was this big fat black bitch, not good enough for anyone. It was a bitter pill to swallow and that's when the parasitic relationship became symbolic. He needed someone to feel worthless, so he can raise himself up and I had to be loyal to him. I needed someone to be there and not throw me away. It was fucking twisted. I thought I was needed, but really I was worthless and replaceable.
I allowed myself to be forced, pressured and used for sex many times. I even tricked my brain into thinking I enjoyed myself. But the scars from scrubbing my skin to the point it broke and bled when I showered and the nightmares I used to have about the twisted smirk he'd have on his face wasn't love. That was look the rapist from my teens had after he finish his 'business'. It's the look of a caveman conquering territory, not love. Nothing was EVER loving about him. He didn't have the capacity for it. His selfish desires came first. When he said the words love or heartbreak it was so dry and deadban it was like he was reading from a script. Hell, I told him I felt suicidial on the way back from the grocery store and all he could say was how awesome and strong he is for carrying a big case of water.
Over time bitterness comsummed me and I become very passive aggressive. I guess it was my age or the fact I was in the beginning stages of getting tired of his bullshit. I was beginning to hate him.
Things hit a fever pitch when he had a woman send me death threats from his phone. Like an idiot I forgave him after a week of not speaking, when I met that same bitch in public she tried to run our reconciliation process, trying to dictate what I could or couldn't say to him. Like NANI the fuck?! Stay over there with Blackarott. She even went as far as disregarding/disrepresecting me and my exist by calling herself a 'Queen' and me a 'Pricness'. Yeah, no. I have no kids because I know I'm not mentally and financially prepared for them. You have one and all you want is to have a harem of lobotomized men who she can verbally castrate. Also she just wants to cling and nag Blackarott (her main bitch I guess) nonstop everyday. Her child isn't even in her 10 priories. That's not a Queen, that's a cunt. Besides you called yourself the 'head bitch' when senting me death threats, there's NOTHING Queenly about that, your hoodrat majesty.
She even tried giving me advice on trying to handle him, which sounds good on paper, but it's hard to take the chick WHO FUCKING THREATENED TO END MY FUCKING LIFE seriously. Begone thot. She said she was empathetic and can read minds and can tell I was going to cry again. She was completely off the mark. I was confused and my feet hurt from the long walk. I was hungry and I was debating on getting up and leaving you guys to be a cringy threesome of cancer by yourselves, but, because I'm far to nice for my own good, then just I sat there putting up with your pretend sympathy and compassion. Which I can't fucking stand with a passion, by the way.
She had no respect for his stupid ass either, because she slapped his dumbass in the fucking face in public. He laughed and chased after her. He disrespected me further by cucking me in public, kissing us both on the mouth. I was so in shock and angry I couldn't move, but when that bitch snatched the crescent moon necklace I gave him and made him put it around her neck I lost it. I sat at my seat and began stewing because I know my temper. These are a bunch of stupid niggroaches who are all big barks and no bite, me on the other hand, my temper scares the shit outta and the fact they are pressuring me to 'talk' was making me angrier. I needed to just calm my nerves so I can broach the topic at a later time, but no, little red riding bitch and her band of cuckboys had to pressure me into talking when I wasnt ready.
So I was like "Just because you're Queen and I'm not doesn't give you the right to talk to me like that." I said that stern clear. The Death Threat girl was nasty the entire time we met and acted like, just because she raises her voice, snaps her fingers, claps, counts, points, telling these soulless drones when to speak, how, where to stand and whatever the fuck she does at those 2 spineless ass men like they're trained dogs, then act like my grown 30 something year old ass is supposed to fold like a piece of origami paper. Yeah, no bitch no.. I'm not going agrue you down but I will stand by ground. She got quiet, because I guess the realization of 'Oh this a grown ass woman and not a meek person I can step on and bully.' Came into her head.
She makes them get there shit and leave. Blackarott mouths out "You were wrong. You were wrong." I really could care less what he thinks of me. I'll explain why in a bit, but anyway; I sit, write my poetry and leave. I went by the way to Harris Teeter to look for them. They lied about going there, which pissed me off even more. So I charge my phone there for an hour caught the bus to go to the tent they was staying in. Yes, they slept outside in a tent. I was so worried about his well-being despite how overly prissy I am, I stayed with him for 3 nights. I was on the phone with my close friend bawling my eyes the whole time. One minute was fussing and cussing the next I was crying. At one point I did both. I went in the tent and got my stuff and to go back to where I live. My friend let me get everything off my chest and consoled me.
I sent my ex some texts screaming about how how fuck up he did me, he never answered until the following day. I know he fucked her. It end with a devastating break up and him telling everyone how much of a horrible person I am. Despite me trying to help get him work, giving him tips to better improve his resume, trying to find programs that can help him, got him a new phone, feeding his ass, but him telling everyone I'm evil and nag too much hurt. I put up with your shit and I'm the terrible one?!
Just like good men are burned by bad women. Stop acting like that shit don't happen to good women who truly wanna see these waste of life men thrive out there in the world. I get so angry when my male friends rant to me like I'm only nice to them because were friends and when I get in relationships it's like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I'm in or out of a relationship.
In fact both him and Blackarott go around telling people, including people they know I'm friends with how much of a mean spirited, evil hearted person I am. Blackarott you fake ass piece of shit! You said I had a friend for life with you! I guess human lifespans only last a month or 2? I fucking believed you. I thought you would truly be my friend, whether we stayed together or not. Your word isn't worth the toilet paper you wipe your ass with!
Anyway over the course of a month or 2 after the break up more stupid shit happened. My ex blocked me over petty shit, because he can't handle being told the truth about himself and for the second time he had his ugly ass Bob from Accounting looking bitch message all this catty shit. She was talking about how they, living together, were sleeping together now and I was being annoying. Which I apologized for. I was stupidly trying to salvage the 5 year friendship we had before all this twisted shit happened, I didn't realized then I was still in denial about being abused and after talking to his Shriek looking bitch over Insta. I also didn't realize at the timelike the coward he was he used women to fight his battles for him. Myself, Death Threats, and Shriek. We are were used by a fake woke beta bitch. That doesn't mean I hate them anything less, because they did some fucked up shit to me.
A dark feeling came over me. The same woman he complained to me about for 8 to 10 month straight at nauseam, and wanted to leave her for me, cold flipped it and left me to go back to her. Someone who is just as ugly on the inside as she is on the out. Am I that worthless to be left for someone like that. A brand new kind of self loathing stirred in me. I came to the conclusion I didn't deserve love. Maybe I'll get it in the next life.
I started planning out my suicide. I had plenty sleeping pills from my mental health care facility, it was also close to the holidays which is when my depression is normally the worse. I remember writing and rewriting so many suicide notes. But God sent me an Angel in the form of my best friend. She prayed for me, she cried for me, she loved me, she reminded the impact my life has on others, and how my work isn't done yet. I'm still needed.
It wasn't easy. I still kept living. The bitterness of this house still attacks my mind. Over the Holidays my family 'kidnapped' me how the holidays and gave me love and encouragement. When I got back it wasn't so great. Once it was open that my relationshit ended one of my housemates called someone we both know and used it as an 'I told you so moment' instead of asking about my mental well-being, right in front on me. That's why I hate fake concern.
Over the course of 2019 I used the experiences from the end of 2018 to better myself. I've been trimming the fat as far as people and things. I live a more balanced livestyle and I'm happy. I no longer keep those who make me unhappy around. I no longer live for other's opinions or wants and somehow along the way the choices I made to make myself emotionally happy transferred to physical health.
I broke down crying tears of joy 3 days ago because I can wear a men's medium in pants when I used to wear a 1 or 2x. I also can fit a woman's 12 to 14. I haven't been able to wear that since fucking middle school!!!
When I was dating my ex something he always did was take credit for my accomplishments. Well my manpulative ex didn't do this, I did and he can never take that away from me.
Sometimes the most evil and manipulative monsters go after after damaged or broken people because they think they can control or groom them to be what they want, but just because you're damaged or broken doesn't mean you can't be fixed. I'm currently fixing myself, you can do that too.
I just wanted to post a big update and tell everyone what's been going on with me. As well as talk about the progress I've made. My shaky past is building me a better future.
Lounging around in my Pokenerd fits. I love my 6th gen Starter Tee and my Charizard slippers. I also love my catear headphones. :3 https://www.instagram.com/p/By1Giuun5xtEVgS2wJ5rRZFOw1Ri9TqxJMayZg0/?igshid=145mczl554r6a
This Is So Not a K-pop Scandal
I think I avoided the whole Seungri sex bribery incident, because part of me was just so shocked I couldn't really mentally handle it. I really couldn't avoid it and act like it wasn't serious anymore. I truly wanted to give Seungri the benefit of the doubt, but shit got real. I spent the night looking up what I could and forming my own opinion on the matter. I mentioned how I was in shock when I first learned of this. I'm even more in shock because this is all just way much information too take in. This is an ever deepening rabbit hole that doesn't seem to end anytime soon. I truly want this just to be some big elaborate prank, but the fact of the matter is it isn't.
In my personal opinion, I think Seungri is involved which is damming enough, but in no way is he the 'mastermind' behind these events. (After a bit of time thinking about it I even speculate to say a scapegoat, with how these events are unfolding and being prsented. Again, this is speculation on my part. Don't take this shit and run with it.) This goes far beyond a man being beaten at Burning Sun. There's spy cam videos of women drugged and forced to have sex unconsensually that are being passed around like baseball cards. These women are afraid to come out about it to the police or media and in the Kakao chat logs these sick sacks of human shaped garbage are bragging about how they've done everything but kill. The South Korean Police are investigating the South Korean Police, because so many are corrupt and involved in this. Are government involved too? God I hope not...
On a more personal note this situation brings up so many negative emotions in me, because a few months ago I ended a relationship where the man I was dating was very emotionally manipulative, verbally and sexually abusive.
As international vips we need to stop white knighting for "oppa" and realized Lee Seung Hyun was apart of something terrible. He doesn't need love and support, the women victimized by these predators need love and support.
(3rd time fixing typoes because I am honestly shook AF)
Extra Tagalong thought: God forbid this spreads to Seungri's international businesses. I heard he had clubs in Japan, China and other parts of Asian. This could possibly turn into an international incident if that's the case.
I made a cute little arts and crafts project today. I made a bookmark with my favorite K-pop ship of all time, ToDae. Cute Bunny Dae 🐰 and Wolfie Top 🐺 must protect the ship! ❤ https://www.instagram.com/p/BqTJNptlbIR6Ym8OHFGIzpnDmOWfeMz1MWnBHk0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tl3gogykydzn
An old selfie from like 3 or 4 year ago but I honestly think it's so cute. https://www.instagram.com/p/BqFtLeLlwG5wvAR3KG-t1MtWzI3GJOFBGlu3Xs0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1o446eee6w9ps