― let me hold you ;

― i, i am clearly b r o k e n && no one knows what to do, pieces of the puzzle don't fit, so, i pound them into you. itching is the pulse inside, creeping out to come alive, it's just doing what it's gonna do. ♡

[fairywish]

✧･ﾟ:*  a gentle reminder that you are not other people’s opinion of you. only you can define who you are ! *:･ﾟ✧

[cledelune]

surprise.

i didn’t want to say this on the day. i wanted to say it earlier and catch you offguard. we still have two months to go until it’s a year, but whatever.

i want to show you what’s in my heart, right now, as i’m feeling it.

Keep reading

[taempestuous]

it was around this time. i knew i was in trouble. i felt consumed by you. thoughts of you never left my mind. when i kissed you, it was with my entire being, everything inside of me screaming out for it, never satisfied. that magnetism.. i don't know where it came from. i feel it all the time. i think about you all the time. when my mind wanders, it goes to you. it craves you. your presence, your company, your touch, your lips. i think i'll starve without those.

ah…words like these, at a time like this. it’s one of my favorite feelings, you know, to wake up and immediately have butterflies like these. they’re going crazy for real… it’s okay right? to never feel satisfied, that means you’ll never get tired of my presence, my company, my touch, my lips… keep craving them. even if it’s only temporarily, i’ll work diligently to satisfy you more in the future. i’ll see you tonight, anon-ssi~ 

[slytherinnpride]

[taekeydata]

170923 sw 2017 ‘five’ kyocera keys you | do not edit

[smoldinopup]

soft Taemin, warm Taemin…little ball of blue hair, happy Taemin, sleepy Taemin…Zzzz…Zzzz…Zzzzz.

[shineemoon]

🔝 Keysta posts feat. Taemin

[fytaem]

why is our son such a MEME

SM bitch meme:

Reading silly anons meme:

Asjaksajskaks meme:

What meme:

God give me some patience meme:

Okay dude keep going with your bullshit memes:

I’m done with life meme:

HUUUUUH meme:

My brain can’t process this information meme:

Drunk meme:

Taederp meme:

I’m gonna find you and I’m gonna kill you meme:

Screencap with bad face of Taemin that I haven’t posted for his own good but I’m rude so I’m posting it here meme:

Take my phone and just let me live in peace meme:

[taempestuous]

cledelune:

“Ah, yah… Saint Laurent doesn’t grow legs, it’s too classy to ditch you. Don’t even try that one. You were the one that abandoned it somewhere. I bet it still cries at night wondering where you are and why you left it all alone. Aigoo.” Nothing like a guilt trip. Still, though it had a point (which was to commemorate Taemin’s solo debut) it was only a thing. Kibum would say he didn’t even mind because giving him the same presents over and over again was more convenient than thinking up something new. In practice, though, he very clearly didn’t depend on such cheap tricks.

The recognition made him smile, half-cocked and impressed, studying him. “Wow, listen to you, knowing your designers all of a sudden. ”Minho-yah usually matches his designs well. But every so often, he brings out something less… David Beckham-y?” He laughed at the comparison, even if it really did make sense. “Whatever.”

As Taemin stripped, Kibum took his worn shirt, laying it out on the bed before automatically taking up the back of the new one, helping him shrug it on and taking the opportunity to straighten the collar. “Is it comfortable?”

          “Yah...Saint Laurent could grow legs, have you watched it closely enough? Maybe this wallet was magical and it thought to run away before I lost it.” Taemin’s lips curl into a little grin before he bites back a laugh-- the wallet cries at night, huh? That’s a good one. “Poor guy, he shouldn’t have grown those legs...” Focuses his gaze on the floor for a moment before turning his attention back to Kibum.

          “Being around you this often, I think I’m picking up on a lot...even if it’s slowly.”  Laughs at the comparison, nodding his head frantically in agreement. “Neh. David Beckham-y hyung. It’s like that sometimes. You know the meaning.”

          Taemin stretches his arms out, wriggling his fingers just slightly before wrapping his arms around himself, nodding firmly. “Neh..the fit is perfect..the fabric feels perfect against my skin, like a cool sort of refreshing. I really like it hyung, I’ll seriously look out for it well and treasure it...”

[taempestuous]

cledelune:

Kibum was known for theatrics. That was nothing new. More often than not, he didn’t mean anything by them, because if something really bothered him, he wouldn’t be theatrical about it. But they did have a known habit of things being melodramatic for fun turning into real bickering, though that behaviour was usually something that followed their game nights. For a moment, at least, their conflict was forgotten as he turned his attention to the pasta on the stovetop, giving it his attention until Taemin tailed him inside to reclaim it.

His head tilted as he turned, folding his arms over his chest as he listened attentively to his ‘explanation’, something that was entirely unnecessary on such a serious level and it showed in how Kibum’s efforts to stay mad crumbled in the wake of a laugh. “Yah… yah, stop,” he sighed out a second chuckle, holding up a flattened hand, the other scratching at his scalp. “You’re being way too serious about something like this. I don’t really think you’re gonna dump me for a fictional character, you know.” A pause, and he canted his head the other way, teasingly. “Let’s be real, I don’t even think you could get her, anyway. A person like that isn’t a threat.”

             The serious look on Taemin’s face crumbled almost immediately after Kibum laughed, cheeks flushed a faint shade of red before he lifts his hands up in an attempt to hide that. Why had he thought this was serious in the first place? He feels like a complete goof. After a moment he lowers his hands before sliding them down into his pockets, lips pursed.

          “Y-yah. I thought you were seriously going to kill me for it!” A laugh works its way past Taemin’s lips before he relaxes, stepping further into the kitchen now, wanting to be closer to his lover. “Even if I could get her, I wouldn’t want her. I only want y~o~u~” He goes to the trouble of spelling that out slowly, grinning cutely afterwards.

[tteonajimara]

[1991.09.23] Happy birthday, Kim Kibum ♡ Hope you’re the happiest today!

[wizd0mz]

Like or reblog this if it's cool to ask you anything or message you. Let's be best friends 😁

[j-miki]

[taempestuous]

cledelune:

“Yah. You didn’t say it was cool. You said she was hot. You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen whenever she was on it, your jaw was hanging open and by the way, that’s your drool on the floor.” Nice try, Taemin. Kibum huffed loudly, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest childishly. He wouldn’t meet his eyes, fixed on a point somewhere across the room to his left. But, that little shit drew his attention back in a heartbeat, his widened, incredulous eyes landing on him, burning hot.

“So, now you want me to be more like her?! Are you for real?! I’ll be attracti–” Unbelievable. Kibum couldn’t even finish that sentence, scoffing and turning to storm into the kitchen, shaking his head the entire way. This guy.

          There was no denying what had been said-- he very clearly recalled saying it, even if it had only came to mind suddenly. Taemin wasn’t particularly known to have a filter, especially after opening up this much to someone. He wants to be frustrated with Kibum, and he is, just a little, but only because he thinks Kibum is actually mad at him. She was irrelevant to him, he had no intentions of ever seeking her out, but he understood why what he said was upsetting, especially based on Kibum’s past relationships. Now is the time to approach the situation calmly, with logic; he’d let his love for him outweigh his frustrations.

          “I wasn’t drooling--” Taemin pouts, moving now to stand up so that he could try and reach out to him, even if a hug right now probably wasn’t the answer. This was something only words and reassurance could fix. ‘I have to fix this and apologize properly, he deserves it. I need to think on my words more carefully.’ He repeats to himself over and over, silently though. Before he can speak up again Kibum is storming off into the Kitchen, he follows behind him, moving to peer around the corner, frowning.

          “Not like that-- yah, you’re already attractive. You always have been! She isn’t-- like you. She’ll never be you. She’ll never give me the same comforts. My heart will never go to her direction. Just because she was cool while swinging a blade, doesn’t mean I’ll automatically take back my love for you, or my sweet words. She won’t get those. Can I say sorry for admiring her? Even if it’s like this. You’re upset so--” His lips are pursed now, gaze wandering down onto the tiles of the floor.

[taempestuous]

cledelune:

Certainly, back in those days, Kibum never would have anticipated that his harping on while he was ironing their maknae’s clothing would lead to him having any appreciation at all. Maybe an appreciation for his stylists. Of course, Kibum had never anticipated that he would become such a thing to him, either. Not his stylist. Definitely not his boyfriend. These sorts of small moments, his gestures and generosity, they weren’t things Taemin was unfamiliar with… but to see him respond so favourably to a gift that his pride was linked to filled him with it tenfold.

“I mean, do that. But it’s expensive, so be careful with it. I’m not gonna buy you another one.” He snorted a soft laugh, trying to lighten the mood, something he knew would wick away his lover’s tears far more quickly than comfort alone. It seemed to be working its magic, his hand slipping to Taemin’s nape as he drew nearer, thumb brushing against a tendon there. “I love you, too.” A pause. “… Ma man.” They were so dumb, but it never failed to make him laugh, even if a bit shyly, shaking his head against Taemin’s before he lifted his head to separate them. “Ah, yah, you need to try it on already. The last measurements I have are old and you got bigger again… somehow.”

          It wasn’t quite the harping that lead Taemin to having appreciation, so much as the fact that Kibum had always looked out for him. He considered himself to be a widely independent guy-- yet very dependent at the same time. Dependent on Kibum more so than anyone else. But he never disappointed him. His days were spent now with smiles, and a love deeper than the Marianas Trench. 

          “I’m not the sort of guy to be careless with expensive gifts, not that I’m careless with the others-- not intentionally, at least! The wallets grow legs and run from me for real...” A quiet laugh works its way past his lips as he relaxes beneath his touch. When Kibum moves back he carefully picks up his shirt after removing the one he was wearing, wanting to try it on for him. “It’s fitting perfectly, it’s such nice fabrics too.... Tom Ford hyung?” Had he seen the tag? Probably. But he’s hoping to impress Kibum, even if it’s only a little.

[idunnohaveameme]

reblog if you’ve been in the rpc since 2012 or earlier

how many of us old fucking farts are on here? remember when we used fucking giant ass gifs for icons and there was no small texted/formatted threads?

[js525sj]