#keijinked

[scaeri]

(// psst i just wanted to say that all the font for your posts are white so you can't read any of your replies. not sure if you knew that or not.

[ yeah i’m aware of that now, i’m trying to contact the maker of my theme to get the issue fixed. thank you though!

[jinvenchy-blog]

[text]:No way in hell!

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[ sms >> Keiji ]: Yes way.

[ sms >> Keiji ]: I would never lie about something as serious as this.

[hxnryz-archived]

“You know, most people watch porn at home.”

[ x ]

“It’s not porn!” Henry exclaimed, quickly closing his laptop on which he was just about to watch a video. “It was just — some ad,” he said, though that was only half the truth. While it really were advertisements, they actually contained … yeah … nudes. Porn. And usually Henry wouldn’t feel uncomfortable about this kind of stuff – but now, basically caught in the act, he felt somewhat embarrassed after all. “Come on, you know how they just pop up all the time!”

[hxnryz-archived]

“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”

[ x ]

Henry almost choked on his drink when the other spoke, having expected anything but this. Cracking this kind of jokes wasn’t anything unusual for the grown up kid, but he didn’t think that Keiji would share a similar humor (unless he wasn’t joking, which would be … awkward). “Oh yeah? Man, why didn’t you just ask?” Putting his bottle of soda on the table in front of him, Henry got up from his seat, turned around – and tugged his sweatpants down to reveal his left buttcheek. “There you go. Pay me later.”

[reminiscis]

“We can work this out together.”

Disney Lyrics Starters. (x)

      Conflicts is perhaps one of the things that dares haunting one’s life, be is related to one’s life or a war taking place within their own minds--there are, however, the types of conflicts that drives one to madness, one that stain pretty, pale hands to a bloody red and plain white shirts with a sweet velvet. Secrets, oh, so many secrets kept within one single mind, deteriorating the insides of once was pure and untouched. Of course, Thomas wasn’t surprised by the look on the taller’s face as soon as their gazes met across the apartment, cursing himself for not locking the door after his arrival as a wet towel was rolled along the side of his face. There was blood, perhaps way more than he was allowed to handle, but also a common situation ever since strings were connected to his bones. It was yet another group of criminals, trying to get in his way towards the leader when the photographer’s moves were out of his control--a puppet state, has he had decided to call.

      The fight didn’t take long to cease, obviously, but a whole floor of bandits was taken down before blowing his target’s brains by the shot of a gun. Cold blood, as per usual. The discussion between the two took place for quite a while, questions about what had happened, vague answers given to coat the lies he had to tell. Until his stained and bruised wrist met the surface of the wall in a single punch. “That’s what they always say.” And indeed, whoever has caught him in such situation would always use the same phrase, as if anything he hadn’t tried before would work, as if everything would be better if he tied himself down. There is no hope for what’s behind such an innocent shadow. “Unfortunately, this is not something that can be worked out.” And so he turns around, finishing wiping off the now dried blood off his pale flesh.

[jinpatrol]

   keijinked 

      Keiji shook his head and covered his mouth. The simple sight of blood was enough to make his mind go numb and his stomach start to gurgle. His face paled as he tried to help his friend with his injury. It was mostly his fault that he had bumped into his and made him fall onto the ground, which caused him to bleed.        Keiji continued to pretend he wasn’t going to throw up, his clammy hands grabbing the things needed to disinfect the wound. He quickly lined the stuff up and began to clean the males cut, shaking hands making his job a little sloppy but he wasn’t going to succumb to his anxieties.“Don’t worry, I’m not going to” He said through clenched teeth. 

He knew too well what “passing out” looked liked. He had done it far too many times to not know. He knew the feeling when black splotches appeared and you felt something drop in your stomach, then you dropped to the floor. It was an awful feeling, but he met it often. When he asked, he was genuinely worried because the other male didn’t look too well. 

“The cut is minor...” he lied, “If i can still walk it’s all good! A bloody knee is nothing, really.” He glanced at the male’s shoulder then down his forearm. For someone who fell at the sight of blood but was able to stand while piercing needles penetrated his skin. It was quite amazing because Jin continued to find himself struggling to get a tattoo. “You have so many tattoos, dude i’m sure this is nothing.”