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[jkbaws]

start of the line, @baskuiat.

in time, she’ll be glad for this professor disappearing. for giving her a hard time out of all the students who seem to take the class as a joke. physical education really isn’t one to prioritize, mirae would argue and it was unjust that he should act as if it should be. but this wasn’t the day that she leaps for joy to see someone else in their office. it was like an episode from a series. an unknown, suspicious character, most likely masked, taking the place of another. she watches too much fantasy to actually believe this could be a harmful encounter.

for a precaution, the stapler atop the desk finds its way in her grip, both hands at that as she slowly approaches the unfamiliar figure whose back was turned on her. “w-who are you? what did you do to the professor?!” she feigns courage but it couldn’t cover for her wavering tone.

[blossomists]

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they?

@baskuiat​

meme: headcanon promptsstatus: accepting!

ah, yes she does. if we’re talking celebrity crushes, they’re in abundance and she even has a whole diary dedicated to some of the crushes she has. she has a bit of a split between the soft boy aesthetic being her kryptonite and also falling for boys that look like they could break her heart. we’re talking: reece king, ryan potter, hyungwon, harry styles, & aminé. but also, she won’t tell anyone, but she’s oddly and severely attracted to andy black. but the diary with that confession is hidden in the very deep crevices of her closet.

if we’re talking mutuals, though. she finds two of her label mates extremely attractive and great to be around. and of course there’s her (since 2014) crush on her favourite oppa, @tvnmark lol.

[cesagi-blog]

baskuiat

replied to your post: alright so, the girl is back. it’s been a long...

skinship alert OwO

for everyone but tommy :3

[crwn-empire-blog]

WELCOME TO THE RETINUE ​[@baskuiat]

crown empire presents; MARTIN “KUDDO” TOMMY a PRODUCER/LYRICIST follow & welcome

♕ - “ mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars. ”

[harlsqn-blog]

@baskuiat​ ♡ might need icing ‘cause i got that cake!!

♡     the smell of pork belly and chijeu buldak cooking mixed in well with the soft smell of rainfall and was almost enough to have harley drooling over her plate. thankfully, she had ginger salad to smooth her appetite for the time being. the company also helped to keep her mind away from her stomach and that was definitely no easy feat. the rain, however, had her sitting with her hood pulled tightly over her head in the off chance that wind blew the rain in their direction. opening an app on her phone with one hand, harley went about poking at tommy’s cheek gently with the other. “oppa, look over here. smile!” the declaration was made once she had officially started to film on her phone. one that lasted the allotted ten seconds she was allowed. a genuine laugh escaped her at the sight of tommy with his usually grumpy face wearing a flower crown filter. it was probably the soju to blame, but the blonde was definitely amused. “i might not want to show this one off too much. you’re too pretty for the world to see.” she laughed again, holding her phone out towards him so he could get a look.

[fashiongilly]

#nobroleftbehindchallenge

Thanks for the inspiration @lase_asolo and the beautiful queens who inspired us Kings. Bros! Don’t let social distancing mean isolation. It’s the #nobroleftbehindchallenge ...

Kings ...it’s your time.

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Starring: @tparris_. @ijaysanchez @sundayobam

@kashnflights @mrceogfc @mrgilly87

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Video by @baskuiat

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Inspired by: @lase_asoloo and friends

[mug40]

"Yo, bro. You self conches?"

“I’m self conches about everything.”

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[newyorknupes]

Congratulations to Omicron #Achievement Repost from @omicronnupes - Congratulations to Brother Christian C. (@baskuiat) for winning 2nd place at the very prestigious CUNY IBM Watson case competition. #OmicronNupes #9DRRO #CUNY #NotoriousNYA #Nupes #KappaAlphaPsi #Kapsi1911 #ΚΑΨ #ΦΝΠ #instagood #instalike #photooftheday #TheBond♦️👌

[godsqeed-archive]

tagged by: @baudellare & @goghjoo tagging: (i was gone for so long everyone has probably done this a long time ago but anyways) @dahliancgra @theaftrparties @riotingvines @tempuris @iceur @resuescitate @daviscre @00ksy @baskuiat @ambrxsivs

if i were a month, i’d be May if i were a planet, i’d be Uranus if i were a mythological figure, i’d be Dolos if i were a sea animal, i’d be a Black Marlin if i were a gemstone, i’d be a Fire Opal if i were a flower, i’d be Black Calla Lily if i were a kind of weather, i’d be a hurricane if i were a colour, i’d be scarlet if i were an emotion, i’d be excitement if i were a fruit, i’d be a dragonfruit if i were a sound, i’d be the the howling sound of the wind during stormy nights if i were an element, i’d be fire if i were a place, i’d be the that one deserted place you visit to forget about your problems for a while if i were a taste, i’d be the burning, yet exciting taste of liquor running down your throat if i were a scent, i’d be the lingering scent of an unforgettable party in the morning; faint traces of smoke, alcohol and perfume  if i were an object, i’d be a lock whose keys have long been lost (or hidden) if i were a body part, i’d be the veins, and the adrenaline that rushes through them if i were a pair of shoes, i’d be the pair of trainers you wear for your longest journeys and adventures if i were a song, i’d be Thunderstruck - AC/DC

[jkbaws]

baskuiat:

After work, Tommy regularly would walk a couple blocks down to the nearest, good bar. Good here meaning not exorbitantly expensive. He often would get a couple of beers, typically no more than three, and a small order of chicken wings. He usually went unaccompanied and enjoyed every second of it. Not much of a people watcher, he’d watch the TV at the bar. Afterall, he didn’t have one himself.

Today was no exception. He had his three beers (decided he will have the fourth and fifth at home), ate his chicken, and watched the FC Seoul highlight reel. Tommy didn’t know much about soccer, preferring basketball when growing up, so he decided to call it a day at around 8 o’clock. The sun had just set when he stepped out, and the sky remained a variant of deep orange and purple. Walking with his hands deep in his pockets, pass his job and studio space, he looked for a cab that could drive him home. What’s the use of a license if I can’t afford a car? he thought every time he took a taxi, which was not often. Gangnam, of course, was littered with cars, all foreign makes. It made Tommy bitter and sad. Why do I have to work in Gangnam, anyway? Why can’t I work in Hongdae? I made good music there too…

“Tch,” he sucked his teeth, silently complaining to himself as he finally hailed a cab. He bowed his head in greeting at the driver as he opened the door, his foot nearly inside until a pair of hands grabbed his jacket from the waist, pulling him back onto the curb.

“Please, let me ride with you. There’s someone after me!” the tiny stranger yelled with urgency, her big, dark eyes glaring at him pleadingly. With one look, he recognized the young girl hiding in her oversized hoodie, the hood itself nearly covering half her face.

“B-Beulping?” he stuttered back, shocked and useless. But the girl, who was no doubt an idol and a successful one at that, persisted, grabbing onto his arm and tugging.

“Please,” she insisted.

With wide eyes and his mouth nearly agape, he nodded, moving aside before crawling into the cab after her. Beulping, he thought, Black. Pink. It can’t be. Moments passed in silence before he could muster out anything.

it had been a while that she had noticed the stranger behind, following her steps. the lamplit avenue gave it away, their shadow casting on the concrete. it was why she couldn’t go straight to her destination. she wasn’t going to conveniently lead him to their company’s van. stalkers take drastic measures. memorizing license plates was the least of it.

jennie makes a turn at the corner. rookie mistake, because it only makes the situation apparent. this person was eager to chase after her. but she was desperate to get rid of them. she then starts bolting down the path like a real runner at the start gun, each one of her mighty strides were worth at least two of her normal ones. she was slightly athletic, what with all the dancing that she did in practice and the yoga that keeps her flexible among other benefits, but she didn’t know she could run this fast. and it only quickens in pace, the pounding noise of her shoes resonating off the walls of the alley with a clanging echo that matched her heart throbbing inside her chest with a thick fear. this can’t be another run in with a druggie. she’s done befriending those sort of people, and she didn’t mind not finding out who this pursuer is nor did she care for their actual intentions.

the first thing she spots at the end of the small detour was an innocuous bystander, nothing to do with her situation, no one she knew personally. it was just, what she would call, a fateful encounter. she approaches the male with urgency, and all he gives her was this dense look. on top of that, it was hard to make out what he was saying.

“are you two getting in or not?”

the driver’s yell triggers more adrenaline, giving rise to more rash decisions. this time, she hastily pushes him inside and lets herself in after. in all the rushing, she states an address to the driver so quick it sounds of a tongue twister. the engine revs and off the car goes. she turns to look through the window behind, finding the stalker to have given up on their trail and she sighs in relief, sitting slackened on the comfort of the car seat. her hood comes off and she fans herself with her hands. “thank god.” she whispers harshly to herself before finally giving a good glance at the male beside her. “oh, i’m sorry i pushed you like that… you’re okay, right?”

[cesagi-blog]

@baskuiat​ ♛ is in the presence of a queen!!

♛    there were some things that kendra believed to be true: a warm bath fixes everything, you h a v e to have marshmallows in hot chocolate, and mother knows best. what she didn’t believe in, however, was the foolish notion that if you love someone you set them free and if it’s meant to be they’ll come back to you. life didn’t work that way. nothing was ever so simple to solve. so, if someone had told her that tommy would be showing back up in the picture after so long without so much as a “i’m doing okay” text, she would have scoffed. but, the difference with this situation was that, he hadn’t come back to her. not really. and she hadn’t-- didn’t.. .couldn’t? love him. none of that mattered anyway, she had buried all unresolved feelings for him the moment she learned of his engagement through the grape vine. she was happy for him, right? wrong. well, not entirely. but that was neither here nor there, honestly. at least not while she sat here waiting for him to show up. an address had been texted to him earlier in the day accompanied by a message that simply read “happy birthday” and a time for him to meet her. was he late? she didn’t care to check, she didn’t want to be potentially disappointed by what could be the simple facts of life. she and tommy had grown apart a long time ago, what if she was doing herself no favours by even going this far as a small gesture. yes, she knew birthdays weren’t his thing and just wanted to ease that. but was it her place?

questioning thoughts and her menu glance over were interrupted by the familiar sound of a throat clearing and she flicked at an eyelash. “long time no see.” what a comment to make coming from someone who wasn’t even looking up at him. also, one would think that being the ceo of her company it hadn’t been so long seeing that he had just joined with crown. however-- his had been one particular contract signing that she had happened to miss. no, it wasn’t a coincidence and she was sure that he knew that. but even now, she wasn’t exactly sure of what she’d get when looking him in the eye. and she wasn’t sure she wanted to see. so instead, her eyes remained fixated on her menu.

[newyorknupes]

@omicronnupes @baskuiat at #LeadKappa with NYA's @chriscanty99 and Northeastern Province Polemarch Craig Chisolm in #Orlando ♦️👌 #KappaAlphaPsi #Kapsi1911 #TheBond #ΚΑΨ #ΦΝΠ #omicronnupes #NotoriousNYA #LeadKappa #klave2017 (at Rosen Shingle Creek)

[semblanc]

"'We'll send a random one,' he said. 'Tommy'll do it with no problem,' he said," he mimed under his breath, warm gusts evaporating into the cool, morning air.

It was a day before SNU Museum of Art’s new exhibition, “The Vapors of Human Existence,” a contemporary display by a newcomer artist, was scheduled to be unveiled. And Seul was busier than she had been all week. That specific section of the museum was in a frenzy: movers, painters, carpenters, decorators entered and exited one after the other. It was only habit to greet them all. One by one. 

After confirming with the painters the time which they were expected to finish, she rushed to the back-door entrance of the room, running into a man with stubble lining his jaw. His disheveled countenance contrasted her periwinkle pea-coat, side-bun, and white pumps. She raised her head up attentively, and with a brow raised, “I’m assuming you’re one of our movers? What company are you with?” She pressed the tip of her pen against a legal pad, soon realizing a flaw in her lackluster ‘welcome’. 

“Forgive me,” she compromised, offering her hand to the male. “Yang Seul. I’m essentially in charge at the moment. Also, I didn’t quite catch your name?”

[jkbaws]

WHAT’S YOUR LOVE STYLE?

Your Love Style is Agape

You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner. Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare. You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie. Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you. For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.

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[shawariko]

{ ※ — surround yourself           S&T

baskuiat​:

     “Pray tha’ real live forever mayne,” he mouthed, “Pray tha’ fakes get exposed.” An inner mantra as he avoided bumping into businessmen on their scattered way back to work. Lunch hour was at a close which meant it was time for Tommy to gather himself and eat his first meal of the day. It was ordinarily a slow chore for him given circumstances.

     Indifferently, he stopped his hands-in-pockets stride in front of the restaurant which was only that by name with its two plastic tables inside. He took a step forward before noticing the meter tall poster by the front door: a girl group caught his interest. Removing one earbud, he stood immobile with a gapped-toothed grin, all seven idol girls baring their legs for the fried chicken chain. His favorite was the platinum blonde with the short hair and the sparkle eyes. She was foxy, not Megan Fox-y, but Tommy liked seeing her photo around the city. Raising his phone up to the image, he snapped a shot discreetly—so he thought.

     “I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with her,” a small voice disrupted him, leaving him almost guilty with the sudden panic she caused. Culprit would be too heavy of a description for her for she bore innocent, auburn locks that cascaded across her shoulders and down her back. She, too, stood still, her pearly face waiting for a response. The most likely thing she was culpable for was being a student.

     “I’m not obsessed,” he argued. “Do I even know you?”

Of course she would find him here. She knew of his schedule by now. Though irregular, as the occupation seemed to have no set timetable for the male, he was often met at the park situated around the Hongdae area. It was a bit far from where she lived and attended school, but she would go to great lengths, figuratively and literally, for this man. He was different from the rest. He was not her type, but at the same time, he was. He was older by a few but not overly implausible for a love line with the younger. Very well, she can’t afford to have her future husband in prison because of her— most definitely, or anywhere else they could be kept apart.

“What are you talking about?” Pushing her bottom lip forward, the aggressive remark faded into a petulant tone of annoyance. She was convinced he had looked back several times and smiled with his usual chic nod directed at who else but her. “We’ve seen each other like... a hundred times.” Eyes curved into shapes similar with her lips’ and dainty fingers came gently affectionate against his arms; just a leaf through contact as she’d believe they were only getting to know each other then despite her claim of an exaggerated amount of meetings.

“How can you forget me?” eyebrows arched in a scrutinizing manner, she insisted further. “I’m much prettier than that girl you’re taking a picture of.”