keurimi

[keurimi]

what my days look like recently :)

[keurimi]

hello! just (temporarily) deleted the of love potions & hexes fic; i got super caught up with school work and my thesis especially since the end of the semester (hence my thesis defense as well) is coming up.

i’ll publish the (improved) fic again after things have settled down on my end. thank you for understanding!

[keurimi]

240502 cr. mapleboy_mk

[keurimi]

what the fuck even is this burnout hahaha,,,,..,.

[keurimi]

le sserafim haters on twitter are pissing me off. literally what did these girls ever do to people to garner such hate . .

“oh they can’t sing it’s so embarrassing!” guess who fucking ASKED ‼️ it’s so hard for kpop stans to mind their own business lmao & the girls aren’t even bad singers!

they ate their coachella perf btw. at the end of the day the hate train is so forced & they were the ones who got invited and got to perform, not you, not your favs, them.

[keurimi]

the thing is, ryan & shane & especially tesla-owning gold steak-eating caviar worshipping steven are not the starving artists that you’re pushing the narrative towards. there are videos out there (specifically moistcritikal’s) who crunched the estimated numbers down. they ARE getting paid; it’s impossible that they’re not. they have 10k+ members on patreon, they went on live tours around the US, they’re sponsored by a fuck ton of companies in their videos, they have ads in their vids & they are partners with youtube, and their vids are monetized.

the problem here is that they can’t manage their production costs. and now they’re turning to their mostly broke college student of an audience (like me) to give them money to support whatever “creative endeavors” they plan on doing (which is, in hindsight, unnecessary given that most fans subscribed because of their personalities and not over-edited netflix crap).

also, six dollars isn’t exactly affordable – if your white american ass can think outside the box for a minute. a lot of watcher’s fans aren’t from the US. take me for example, i live in the philippines. six dollars is around 344 pesos, that’s like two-three days worth of allowance for me (and i’m middle class; i know people with much lower allowance than that who go to school with me). how about those in the lower part of the pyramid? how much money do they make? and how much are they reliant on free content on youtube for entertainment?

all i’m seeing here is errors in budgeting. ya’ll done fucked up & you’re scrambling to your fans to support whatever tv-level ass of a series you wanna make (this is YOUTUBE, go get a fucking license or something if you want to make a TV show!).

watcher is done. greed isn’t gonna take your husband’s company far. no amount of defending their actions will. everyone in that company and all adjacents are tone-deaf to the real reason why subscribers are upset, and it seems there’s no waking you up from that. after all, you and your husband and his company live in a los angeles white trash bubble who is blissfully unaware of their fans’ living conditions.

good fucking luck to watcher.

We’re Leaving YouTube

[keurimi]

no bc why the fuck do i have the biggest fattest crush on daniel radcliffe rn.

[keurimi]

desperately need this i need to pass my major exam tmrw PLEASE

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[keurimi]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[keurimi]

UM 4+4 = ???????

[keurimi]

i genuinely hope everyone’s doing ok! i’m *kinda* back? just brainstorming abt what im supposed to post. but i’ve been thru so many things these past few months – had the worst heartbreak of my life, the stress that came with my academics, & internship all just bombarded me so i haven’t been so active (im really sry!!).

i have a jaemin wip in my drafts that im not rly satisfied with,,, so if anyone has some requests or prompts u want me to write, pls send some (i desperately need the inspiration lmao)!! 🤍

[keurimi]

looks like i’ll be using tumblr a lot more often now,, twitter’s been a hell of a mess these days.

[keurimi]

omg we’re moots now hiii :D

hi omg!!! just realized that u made a lot of my fav nct fics here in tumblr plz ure so amazing!!! 😭💗

[keurimi]

hiii i just wanna say that i love your writing A LOT 😭 that jisung headcanon was probably one of my fave things ever . . .

i saw this so late im so so SO sorry!!!

tysm luvie 😭 this rly means a lot to me 💗

[keurimi]

someone pls pls PLS give me some wonwoo soft hours im begging im sobweak 4 him rn

[keurimi]

jeon wonwoo the man that u are,, im so fucking in love w him it’s insane

[keurimi]

[ 22:22pm ] – the world is out to get you

you kinda hate your mom right now for making you feel like the world is out to get you.

you sat on one of the swings in your neighborhood’s playground, trying to catch your breath. the tears that were once threatening to fall from your eyes were now dried up due to you running at a speed almost impossible for your own body to achieve.

you put your hand to your chest, gasping for air. you only had one person in your mind who can help you – park jisung, your best friend since god knows when.

you desperately tried to dial his number on your phone. he picked up immediately – of course he does – and as if it were magic, a sense of relief washed over you as you heard his voice.

it took him only minutes to find you in the playground.

“mom’s gonna kill me, y/n. literally kill me.” he huffed, putting his hands on his hips as he, who also sprinted to you, caught his breath.

“you didn’t have to come.”

jisung rolled his and sat on the swing next to you, the chains on the swing set startling you a bit. “it’s you, y/n. you know i’ll be here.” he replied, as if coming to your aid was the easiest and most obvious thing he could do.

he gave you a smile that makes his eyes turn into crescent moons, one of your most favorite expressions from him, if you had to be honest.

“mind telling me what’s wrong?”

you sighed, looking down on your feet. “mom and i got into a fight because of my college degree choices.”

he hummed. “she didn’t like your options?”

you shook your head. “she wanted me to take up engineering or something, like dad.”

“and what did you put?”

“journalism.” you pursed your lips. “she said there’s no money in that career.”

jisung shrugged. “i mean, she’s not wrong.” you glared at him and scoffed. “no seriously! you’d be filthy rich if you were an engineer. i mean, your dad’s already one, he can set you up with his peers or something and get you a job-“

“like a nepo baby?” you narrowed your eyes.

“exactly!“ he beamed. “like a nepo baby! god, how i wish i was a nepo baby, too. stupid family couldn’t break into the dance industry, now i have to make a name for myself.”

you can’t help but chuckle at jisung’s words. he has always had this weird way of making you forget your problems instead of actually giving you advice. to be fair, it’s not like jisung knows how the world works or what to do in complicated situations. after all, he’s just the same age as you, experiences the same things as you. he’s not the wise old man that can give you solutions. but his presence does give you comfort.

you were startled when you felt his thumb brush your cheek, wiping a tear you didn’t realize was falling.

“just do what you want, y/n.”

you sniffled. “they’re paying for my tuition, jisung.”

“then screw them. let’s just get a scholarship or something!”

you rolled your eyes and lightly slapped his arm. “it’s not that easy!”

“then . .” he paused to think. “we’ll convince your parents and we’ll talk to them together.” he grabbed your hand and gripped it tightly. “i’m sure they’ll listen, y/n. they can’t be that stubborn forever.”

you felt tears well up in your eyes again, and you just nodded. “thanks.”

jisung grinned. “anytime.” he intertwined his fingers with yours. you let out a sigh of relief. if the world was indeed out to get you, at least jisung’s there to run away with you.

a/n: not my proudest but i just needed to get bff!jisung out my chest