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“You can go on and eat those if you want to, but I’m SO sure mountain dew cheetos taste like vomit.” Says the smiling young woman, yet her hand reaches for one merely a second later. “I guess I’ll jump on this bandwagon though.”
@combustien
“it’s raining really bad.”
his palm is pressed to the glass, and he’s staring through his watery reflection. he can see his little scar smudged onto his upper lip, the dark shadows under his eyes, the way tail lights skim across the bridge of his nose, dimmed street lights showing through pale cheeks, and how unsteady his hand is even though it’s pressed against the window. he notices how bad his hands have been shaking lately, like he’s got something in him that wants to escape his body-- but it has no idea how. he’s scared of whatever this thing is. truthfully, jungkook can’t remember a time when he hasn’t been scared of himself. even as a child, he would be frightened of the moments when his mind would go blank when someone asked him a question, or when he couldn’t look into someone’s eyes whenever they spoke to him.
( he’s so fucking frustrated-- what’s wrong with me, he thinks. the fuck is wrong with me )
glancing away from himself, he slides his hand away from the window and lets it curl up into a fist on the counter. “this sucks.” he mumbles. the cheap lighting of the convenience store has him looking grey. his expression is haggard, eyes too gentle and lips pulled to a weak smile. “you’ve got an umbrella on you ? we can like, try runnin’ or something. to my apartment, or your’s, or wherever-- oooor we can just go out there without nothing and see if we don’t get no pneumonia.”
Bust my nuts!!
the only thing i’m busting is this sick BEAT.
@combustien gettin’ touchy!
NOTE TO SELF!!! : don’t expect everything to go your way; or at least the way you thought it would go when you said ‘ it’ll be fine. ’ ‘cause it’s been a awhile since daeyoon had friended his neighbour ( the loud neighbour. the one who still makes him have to knock on their door and ask them to turn any sounds DOWN since he can’t focus. he could just text or call but unfortunately, for some reason, that doesn’t work and he’s forced to just go pay a visit and complain. ) so it was long ago when they talked about themselves, all the basics. including their professions and hobbies. it resulted in a small ... mutual agreement ?? daeyoon announced he cosplayed — jungmin said he filmed for a living, daeyoon mentioned that it was a struggle finding someone to record his cosplaying videos / even harder to record them himself — then jungmin offered to do so. BRILLIANT. it was ‘till this day, daeyoon had yet to take up that offer. it would’ve been weird if he did back then --- the neighbour who always nags about your loud music with a brighter attitude then he should have ( it was grumpy at first ) because he’s a tiny bit happy to see your face ... dresses as animation characters as a hobby and you record him? very weird. now it’s all that including a friendship. equals LESS WEIRD, less shyness.
OR just as much shyness. anew, daeyoon was stood in front of jungmin’s door, fisted hand hovering the wood and lower lip being nibbled. face-to-face was easier than phone calling or texting, there wouldn’t be as much hesitation looking jungmin in the eyes —— aka avoiding the eyes, drifting towards the left temple —— when he asked if he could shoot a cosplaying video for him today. that didn’t sound bad in his head ...... why was he behaving like this. jungmin wasn’t an asshole--— he wouldn’t reject him, it hasn’t happened before. wrist flicking, thrice, his knuckles clunked against the door and it clicked that what if he wasn’t home. stupid. should’ve messaged to see if he was.