Just a random Friday night for Kiri
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Just a random Friday night for Kiri
a truly underrated™ otp trope is when person A and person B are in the same friend group, but they frequently call one another when in peril instead of any of the others
it was remnant of teenage innocence, the papers scattered across the floor, laptop wide and recorder discarded for the moment ( no noise allowed, it risks waking jidam and that’s not an option ) with her butt on the ground and legs spread wide. there’s nothing about her posture that could be remotely positive in the long run, hunched over like she had been practicing yoga and gotten stuck, hair a mess, when did she last eat? oh, she picked at the food she made for her siblings earlier ( since jidam had a benefit and god knows half of them hadn’t wanted to go ) (( so she took it upon herself to feed the rebels, rebel leader as she was and all that )) it’s been a long day, a longer night, but now that the eerie silence had fallen over the house in the exchange of vitality for sleep, she had a clear line of focus so intense it was almost distracting, in a way. so easy to zone in on whatever topics came to mind. ( it’s equally difficult to ignore the topics she doesn’t wish to entertain )
the patter of rain against the outside of the building, the modest light of the kitchen light on that shines into the living room ( sitting in low light is bad for your eyes, but she’s kwak jungmi and she doesn’t take advice from anyone ) a calm, dreary mood for a sleepless night spent chiseling her way through an essay in her pajamas. with sudden sound of entrance, squeak of door hinge, the way yellow light goes from a sliver, crack beneath the door to draping over her; she jumps in place, startled as eyes search and find the incursion. ( @mmjihye ? ) it’s almost sad ( how far had they fallen ? ) that her expression drops to the wayside from surprised to deliberately slack. it takes a second for her to find words, like a bad internet connection ( naver: how do you pretend to be chill with your stupid sister ? ) her lips part and she only manages to clear her throat rather than speak. ( results: fake it i guess ) and she manages, just barely, a “hey,” it’s barely breathed, ( no ‘sis’, not this time ) a whisper that manages not to carry the implications of insinuation, even as she follows up, “whatcha doing here?” it’s a question that too strongly summarizes the state of things, so she follows up. “it’s late━ everyone’s already asleep.”
me sitting next to a fire: I am blood of the dragon.
my mom: what are you talking abo- DON'T TOUCH THE FIRE!
What if there was taz kin discourse where people got mad if you kin/id'd as someone but werent the person on twitter they were named after
[ X ] Horror [ “Think you can handle it, deadbeat~” ] --> "PFF, whatever. I can handle anything!!” (Translation: I hate horror movies and the title already scares me, please don’t call me out like this.)
[ X ] Expensive/High Class [ Only way you will get him to eat ] --> Do I have to pay?!? *cries tears of blood*
[ ] Beach --> “What’s wrong with the beach? I love the beach! Let’s go to the beach.”
[ X ] Visiting a Museum --> “Boring!”
[ X ] Playing Video Games [ Prepare to get your butt kicked at Mario Kart >:0 ] --> “Hah! Prepare to get YOUR butt kicked at Mortal Kombat! F A T A L I T Y !!”
[ X ] …a kiss [ *adds to wishlist* ] [ X ] …in bed [ *also adds to wishlist!!!!!* ] --> <///<
@onewiththeblueeyes
if y’all aren’t like me and haven’t done this yet you should go through my gf’s selfie tag and like them all bc she’s gorgeous and they’re all pretty and yea
i love flight of the conchords holy shit