#kj.

[hikendall]

Tell a friend to tell a friend 🤎

[kitkallberg]

CLOSED STARTER for @wrathblooded​​​ LOCATION: Wherever it is Boxing Club is held

Woosh! Smack! Pow! Loud thwacks echoed off the walls with each strike of Kit’s gloved fists to the focus mitts. Boxing Club was something of a sanctuary for him, in a way the gym couldn’t be. Within these walls, aggression was welcome – in fact encouraged. It was a great place to let off steam. A lot of which has built up in Kit over the past several days. “And I dunno, man. It’s just really frickin’ frustrating. Like I can’t get pissed off at someone without them dangling the whole Jesse thing in my face.” A quick one-two punch combo and Kit made an X with his arms, signaling for a break as he backed away from KJ. “You wanna have a go? We can switch.” With his teeth, he undid the wrist strap of his right glove and trapped it between his side and left arm, tugging his hand free.

[buttrnut]

golden hour.

[cuoxou]

HOLY FUCK THE BOOBIES ON THAT MAN

[kcndallj]

kendall jenner attends prom night in tokyo. 

[jordiemumu]

TEXTS 📲 KENLEX

KENNEDY: Alexandra. Good evening. Hi.

KENNEDY: This is Kennedy.

KENNEDY: This is still your number, right?

[ggetloudarch]

starter for @svnnysidevp​ ;; brigitte x jiwon.

     “--- yo, i am telling you, shakira didn’t have to go this hard with ‘she wolf’, but she did, and i feel like i should be eternally grateful for it,” gigi mused, suddenly emerging from her room, draped in a blanket that was way too long, it basically dragged itself on the floor behind her. “you know, i have those moments of weird nostalgia when it comes to some songs -- i keep thinking they’re old as fuck, but... they’ve only been around for like... ten years, or whatever. it fucks me up, dude.” a can of sugar free redbull in her hand was long forgotten, and at this point, she was just using it as a prop to fit the ‘exhausted student chic’ aesthetic. there was a pause, a couple of blinks and a deep breath, as she tried to get out of whatever alternate daydream universe she had gotten herself into.

     promptly throwing herself onto the couch, jiwon stretched her legs out and cleared her throat, “she fuckin’... howled. that’s... legendaric, isn’t it ??” yes, she was still talking about the song. ( someone get her poor roommate out of this situation before it’s too late, really. ) “but, uh... anyway --- what’s up ?? is there anything you need me to do ?? if i don’t get my ass to do things other than reminiscing about bops, i’m gonna go insane, deadass...” the understatement of the century -- it might have been a little bit too late to do so. at this point, even gigi herself believed she’s beyond saving. “unless... you wanna join me on my trip down the memory lane and get excited about all the songs we forgot, but still keep buried deep within our funky little hearts -- i’d be down.” god, brigitte, please have something else to do, or... run.