#and also pls someone do a gif set with these lyrics thank you

[tellywoodtrash]

khkt 07 - 09.08.19 lbs

on popular demand................

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07.08.19

i hate the title track of the show with lyrics. it's the singer's neha kakkar-esque voice i think. i only like the piano theme.

sona is too pure. no one in this show deserves her, honestly.

but whew, the way he's looking at her.

ravi bhaiyya is this show's khanna. instantly on bhaabi's side.

cuteass fucks.

the only valid sippys. protecc them.

lmao sona's house is soooooooooooooo extra.

"baarish baahar ho rahi hai, mor ghar mein naach rahein hain!"

lmaoooooooooooooooo. sach mein, yeh ghar hai, ya goliyon ki raasleela - ram leela ki set?????

hahahaha omg the lil headshake. i can't.

hohohohoho, symbolic removal of ghadi.

unfffffffffffff.

aaaaaaaah that little reassuring blink he gives her!!!!!!!!!

so soft.

ouff, he's soooooo moofat, no cushioning words, no sugarcoating.

thank god he had the grace to apologize seeing her face change.

"dost toh aaj bhi nahi hai." oh. my heart. this is whyyyyy i want their relationship to have a solid foundation of friendship firsttttttttttt.

sniff. sob. my heart.

WHAT DID KARAN DOOOOOOOOO? DID HE TAKE HER CAR AND CHADAOFY IT OVER WHOEVER? DID HE MAKE HER DO IT SOMEHOW? WHAT HAPPENEDDDDDDDDDD??!?!? TELL US ALREADYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!???

"karan tumhare life mein abhi toh hai nahi; toh itna kyun affect karta hai tumhe?" says the guy who hasn't stopped dialing his ex's number for the last 4 years, and had a full-on weeping breakdown about her like, 3 hours ago.

aaaaaaaand he's sliding into the next one.

oh boo. oh baby. oh child.

raimaaaaaaaaa. iss show ki madaraati hui zinda (??) bhoot, jiske saamne aane tak koi sukoon nahi.

ugh my heartttttttttttttt. he's so saddddddd. someone hugggg himmmm.

“kabhi wapas aane waali nahi” coz .......... she's dead? in a vegetative state? or just coz she got PR in amreeeka/canayda/austwayyylia and is never coming back to the motherland again coz "eeeeee, yeh kahan aaye hummmmm, how tackyyyyyyyyy"????

aise kaunse heere-jawharaat jade hue the raima mein, hein? ke iske baad hooooooo hi nahi sakta?

sighhhhhhh.

lmao mummy ko bas bahaana chahiye to push her ship together.

hahahahahahahahahahahha she’s worried kpk (sounds more like the plot of diya aur baati hum + roja?) waala scene na ho jaaye rohit ke saath.

vimmi is as usual, my absolute favt. person on this show.

this team-up is the most iconic and amazing ever. i love them both soooooooooo much.

"samajhdaar toh main zyaada hoon nahi." self aware. good.

sfdslksfjdslkfjlsdlfjdslffdj fanfic tropeeeeeee.

hahahahahaha his petty ass. rohit, you very well know you didn't deserve her graciousness then.

spoiltasssssssss malabar hill bratttttt.

bowwwww chicka bow wowwwwwwwww

the way he’s still looking at her even after she’s broken the moment!!!!!!!

tacky ke bacche, teri toh main.....

lol i can't get over it that she has her show's theme as her ringtone.

mummy is calling to ensure her child doesn't ruin the fanfic she's already 3 chapters deep into, in her head...

lololololol malabar hill mein bhi light gayi.

asdlkjdlaskjdlasjk too cuteeeeeeee.

ugh this twit. isko dekhte hi mera saara mood kharaab ho jaata hai.

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08.08.19

lmao wtf rohittttttttt, why are you such an extraaaaaaaaaa freak????

asalkdjsalkdjalkdjals itni jaldi baandh bhi diyaaaaa.

pffffffffffffffffffft.

like, there *is* a grownass dude living in this house, why not give his clothes?????

aslkfjsdlkfjldskfjlsdkjf the jhadoo. lmaoooooo, i can’t with this idiot anymore.

LOL THIS GRUMPYASS FUCK.

pls sona, i'm sure SOMETHING of pulkit's could have fit him!!!!

lmao @ pari bitching about her unicorn slippers, and rohit explaining his weird immune system issues to her.

[doorbell rings]

"main toilet mein nahi chupunga, main keh raha hoon!!!!!!!" hahahahahahahaha

aslkjdsalkdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskj

suman should play desi narcissa malfoy. permanent expression of dung under her nose.

and this dheent fucker tohhhh....

oufffffff no fighting early morning, pls!

i don't get this dad's character.... like he's all happy jolly nice and sweet with everyone, except rohit. it’s plausible of course, but like the polarity is just a little too much.

just seeing this woman's face makes me wanna..........

haaaye their silent communication.

if you come for the Sass King™, you best not miss.

oh ho apology.

when you gonna apologize to sona for shaking her like a ragdoll tho????

suman i need you to pls die at pehli fursat, you're really really really annoying.

sippy breakfast excitement. honestly, waaaay too much enthu in the morning.

lol gaye vimmi ke chances of seeing mahaepisode on large screen.

pari is being a little snitch bitch. ugh i really cannot with these two Asshole Rastogis.

lmao idhar toh ghanghorrrrrrrrrr blackmailing.

ouff ok i do not care about this painting nonsense. fwding.

i do not care about this dude and his wife either. i don't even know the wife's name, that's how less i care.

OMG ANIKA AUR REDUX GAURI KA KURTA GHOOM PHIR KE IDHAR SONAKSHI KE PAAS AA GAYA.

jesus h christ, is shirali styling this show?!?!?!?!?!??!? OH GOD WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WARNNNNN ME????? HOW COULD YOU PPL LET ME FIND OUT LIKE THIS??????

oh shit, now that i think of it, Irrelevant Sippy Brother™’s wardrobe is almost the same as shivaay’s..... all those atrangi suits. shit, i should have known!

oh shiiiiiiiiit girl, you in LOVE love.

ugh don't care about pari and ISB. they give me michmichi.

aye chup bait bey, literally no one is interested in your dumb character or what you have to say. ever.

lol sumit ko KPK mein netflix style prestige tv material chahiye.

dr. sippy has wormed his way into sona's head, and she's questioning the drama of it all.

oh shit that shady neta is calling.

ugh it's an infestation of vile men around this poor girl. i feel like arming her with a can of bug spray to blast them all in their rotten faces.

your wish is granted, sona!

MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE SIPPY BOYS!

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09.08.19

lmao the voiceover during the vamp's scene. i'm really loving the behind the scenes look at how these shows are made.

hahaha chachu got distracted by the cooking scene. saare ke saare sippys ek hi khet ki mooli.

rohit is like chachu pls, it's not worth it, these ppl realllllly DO NOT care about accuracy, but akash just can't take it.

"is baar MUJHE koi problem nahi hai." snort. medical scene hota toh abhi idhar bakheda khada kiya hota.

rohit, pls know this is the exact emotion others experience when YOU start going on about medicine.

lmao nethra is 1000% done with the sippys.

ajit helpfully listing everyone's professions, in case KPK needs any consultants.

ohhhhhhhhhhh mama, i cannot wait till the sippys get to sumit.

also look at the telepathy going on here.

chachu still ranting about how phitkari will not make cooker explode as he's dragged away by sippy bros ("arre gal gayi aapki dal, yaar....")

the only time i'll support ISB is when he's up against this asshole.

"yeh ranveer singh kaun hai???" lol kuch zyaada nahi hua?

so far chachu has been most impressive with the intimidation.

BUT!!!!!!!!! A NEW PLAYER HAS ENTERED GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"bula; security bula. police bula. aur agar himmat hai, toh army bula."

sumit gets points for trying to be intimidating, but oh man i can feel the tension building. aaj toh phitkari se bhi vispot ho hi jaaye.

i just cannot fathom what its like to have THIS much arrogance and entitlement. must be soooooooo nice to be an upper caste cishet man with money.

....................... sumit. serial mein kaam karte ho aur yeh baaaaaaaaasic sa serial wale plot mein hi phas gaye?????????? laakh lanat.

sona has same question.

ok i have had enough of this sasta rahul roy. koi dafa karo yaar.

"khamakhaa inke mamaji ko kyun disturb karein? iske liye toh hum hi kaafi hain."

asjdlaksjdlaksjdlsk sippy strength.

nethra is THE MOST unrealistic character of this show; coz no tellywood producer would be thisssssssss obliging to these shenanigans. like, can you even imaaaaaagine?

oh pooja's here! i was wondering how come YK didn't come with sippy boys.

waise YK ki jagaah nishi ko aana chahiye tha. i would have loved to see her whoop sumit's ass from here to whatever backward bumfuck hellscape he’s from.

lol adjusted her ring for maximum impact.

TASTE THE SIPPY STRENGTH BITCHHHHHHHHHHH *dhoom theme music*

oh i'm glad this relationship has been repaired!

oh pls rohit yeh ainvayi ki naari shakti speech mat do. i hate when they make men do such performative bullshit. if they just HAD to have this, at least it would have been more believable coming from ajit or akash chachu, who haven't been shown to act like assholes to women around them.............

and this idiot girl is falling for it. oh sona, aim higher pls. the bar is literally on the ground with you.

omg this speech is not ending onlyyyyyy. samajh gaye na bhai, bandh kar. tere ko hospital nahi jaana kya aaj?

ajit is the tiniest sippy, but forever (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง

he needs to meet gauri kumari sharma. they'd make the cutest pint-sized fighting team.

*mais voice* aye challlllllllllllll naaaaaaa.

i meannnnnn...... you coulda fired him at first offence, nethra. you're making this decision now, after his shit got to a whole other level? didn’t sonakshi deserve any of this when he misbehaved with her????? you're kinda responsible for enabling the godawful bastard till this point.

........... were the sippys in a collective coma for the last two decades? like even if they don't watch it, who doesn't know that this is how tellywood handles actor replacements????

rohit is on his high horse again. nethra is like chill tf out bro.

ughhhhhh the fondness with which he's looking at her.

"main dil ka doctor hoon, dil ka patient nahi. mere patients ko yeh sab khaana mana hai, mujhe nahi!"

*takes biggest chomp of a samosa ever*

sona’s reactions are most adorable.

ohhhhhh my heart.

ek thank you pe hi flat. ouffff, kya karoon main is ladki ka.

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ohhhhhhhhhh sheeeeeeeeeeeet, he saw the hoodie!!!

"favourite toh hai, par itni bhi nahi. tum rakh lo." ughhhhhhhhhh cute; but again, girl have SOMEEEEEEE standards. you need to have some criteria other than "Y chromosome, age 30 - 40, occasionally polite to me."

#kahaan hum kahaan tum #khkt lbs #episode liveblogs

[ty-menace-blog]

⤷ title: 12:04

⤷ featuring: taeyong (nct) x reader

⤷ rating: purely soft

a/n: i thought about this after watching one of his studio lives, and knowing the credit he just doesn’t often receive for being such a hardworking, and incredible artist, i felt it was my duty to write deeper into that, but pls enjoy !

⤷ summary: late night studio talk.

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It was late.

A million things were on your mind. You were completely distracted. You thought about how you could never be on time for anything. Not even for your best friend's midnight crisis. To tell the truth, he never actually slept at normal times, so he liked to call you up late at night to have someone to talk to and be around. It was fine. Sometimes you weren't able to fall asleep so it was nice to be bothered. You were always his first choice. Always the one he called up at random times either to just chat or come hang out. That was nice too.

As you walked along the streets of seoul, you noticed the first drop of snow that began to fall. You stopped, and craned your neck up to look at the sky. It was dark, but you could see each and every snowflake that fell, one landing at the tip of your nose. With a crinkle, it dissipated into water, and made your nose tingle.

You took a peek at the time on your watch. It was past midnight. A sigh left your cold lips. You knew that if you didn't hurry, he would send about a billion messages wondering where you were or whether you got lost again. It was his way of worrying about you.

You smiled. He liked to be motherly. It was annoying, yet cute at the same time. You didn't mind it. Not at all.

The further you got down the street, the more you realized that it really was late out. You only came across two other people that were out, and they looked to be in a hurry (unlike you). Perhaps because of the cold. Either way, it made you pick up the pace to avoid the texts that you were sentenced to get if you didn't get there quickly enough.

When you got there, it surprised you that he hadn't sent not one message considering you were about fifteen minutes late. Perhaps he was busy. That was what you assumed, anyway.

Upon opening the door to the building, the immediate warmth you felt washed over your body while the smell of freshly brewed coffee crept its way into your senses. With a soft smile, you let your feet carry you the rest of the way mindlessly. Soon enough, you were in front of the studio, two drinks from starbucks in hand. One, an iced caramel frappicino, the other a strawberry açaí with coconut milk. One of his favorite drinks. You could say he liked anything pink.

Before you were able to knock on the door, it swung open, surprising you.

Taeyong never cared about what he wore late at night when going to the studio unless he planned on doing a vlive so, there he was dressed down in dark grey sweatpants, a plain white long sleeved shirt and a pair of shoes he'd recently artworked on. The shirt looked a size too big for him, but he looked cozy. Whenever he wore clothes bigger than him, it always made him look so tiny. You remembered a few weeks back how he came over to your place wearing the largest hoodie you’d ever seen on him, baggy sweatpants and a pair of converse with the laces untied. It made him look several sizes smaller, and five years younger. He ended up being the little spoon that night. As if you minded. The body heat he radiated all night was worth it. Especially after a point during the night he ended up turning around to wrap all of his limbs around your entire body resulting to you waking up sweaty the next morning. It was still worth it, somehow. Maybe it was the redness in his cheeks, an eyebrow twitching after every other breath, and the way he’d grip onto you at the slightest of movement from you. The moment he mumbled, “stay”, was when you melted in his long arms, and fell right back to sleep despite the overwhelming heat.

So, okay, it was maybe definitely worth it.

Taeyong stood in front of you, an arm holding the door open, wearing a cheeky smile. He looked adorable. You wanted to pinch his cheek but refrained due to still holding the drinks, and knowing he would whine and protest about it even though he liked when you did it. Such a baby.

"Oh! You finally made it, huh?" Taeyong commented, his eyes instantly dropping from yours onto the pink drink you held in your hand. "Let me guess: you're late because you went and got yourself two drinks." He shook his head. "Cruel. I fell asleep waiting for you, and you go and- wow, so cruel,” he said with a cute pout.

So dramatic, you thought to yourself as you fought back an amusing smile, and handed him the drink.

"Don't tempt me or I might actually keep it," you taunted as he took it. You took a sip of your coffee, and grunted with a gesture at him to let you in. He stepped aside, and you walked into the small space that felt like a cozy, warm home.

There was a small candle near the door that made the room smell like tonka bean and jasmine. A modern floral earthy melange. It made the room feel comfortable. He always knew how to make a space his home. Particularly, the studio, considering he stayed in it for majority of his free time. He liked it. He called it his Creative Space. You found him to be ridiculously adorable sometimes. Maybe it was the names he gave things or more specifically the way he said them. Either way, it was cute, and you never missed a chance to tease him about it every single time he came up with one.

You hummed as you sat down in the chair next to his, and looked over what he had previously been doing.

"Any progress?" You asked, as you drummed your fingertips against the paper cup.

You knew that he had been working on a new song he was wanting to use for the comeback that was coming up for 127, but this particular song was a bit more difficult than, perhaps, any song he'd ever written. He tried to explain to you what the concept of the album was going to be about, but you never could understand it. You just knew that he had been having quite a hard time with it. It was pressuring, you knew that as well. It worried you how much of his time he had to spend to work on it. He hardly got any rest because of it, but he always reassured you that he didn't mind the hours of sleep he didn't usually get. Being an artist wasn't a job to him. It was a gift.

Back then, he didn't know how special he was, or what his talents were, but ever since then, he'd been grateful for the opportunity. He felt important. Like he had a purpose. When things got difficult, he liked to remember what he had to go through to get to where he was. Though, it seemed like this time was different.

Taeyong was sipping on his drink as his eyes roamed over the lyrics he was working on. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He looked conflicted.

He squinted, set the drink aside, and sighed. "I get so...caught up in myself sometimes, you know? I think to myself, am what I'm doing...is it enough? There are moments where I know what I want to do, like I'll have the exact vision in my mind but there are times like these where I question myself. Do people actually like what I put out? Or are they just being supportive because I'm me..”

Even from the side, you could see the astray glint in his eyes. You pushed your coffee off to the side, and moved closer to him. He turned to you slowly, looking anywhere but at you. You could see it. He felt ashamed to be so lost. You knew he didn't like to show that side of him. He was a vulnerable person, but also prideful. He only wanted you to see the best sides of him. Not the sides of him that sometimes felt like a thin paper in the wind going nowhere. He liked it when you were proud of him. He just didn't know that you always were, no matter what he did. In your eyes, he was phenomenal in every possible aspect. You were more than proud. You were thankful to be his friend. To know what it was like to see him on his tired days, his happy days, and even his sad days. You felt lucky.

"Taeyong.." You reached out a hand to put over his fumbling ones. "You're brilliant at what you do. Not many people can even do what you do on a daily basis. You lose sleep over all of this. That's dedication. That's having absolute love for what you do. There are always going to be a collective set of people that won't like what you put out either because it ends up not being their taste or simply because they may not like you personally for whatever the reason, but those aren't your audience. You don't have to worry about those people. Your fans? Those that actually appreciate what you do, and love it? They're your only audience. That's your aim. Also," you smiled. "-it's okay to get stuck sometimes. Book authors get writer's block all the time. They stop for about two weeks, then come right back at it again. You're not a superhero, Taeyong. You're human. You can't always do it all. I know you want to, but you simply can’t. Just know that I’m very proud of you for what you’ve done thus far. I really am.”

Taeyong sat there, looked in your eyes, and soaked up every word. His heart could've exploded right then and there. He loved that about you. Your utter support for him was more than enough to always get him right back on track. He appreciated you so much for it. He was grateful to have you in his life, even if he had a bit of trouble saying it. It made him happy to just know that you would always be there for him no matter what. You, his constant. He couldn't have felt any luckier.

"Thank you," he said softly, and took your hands in his, squeezing them gently. "I mean it, thank you for that. You always know what to say."

Your heart felt warm. If only he knew how you truly felt about him. Why you always got so defensive when it came to him doubting himself or worrying about whether people actually liked him. You wanted to tell him that none of that mattered above how you felt. That you’d always be there to support him.

It was hard to continue as if you only saw him as a friend. He made it so hard sometimes. A kiss to the cheek here, and hugs that lasted way too long. There would be moments where you’d ramble on and on about something, but caught him staring at your lips the entire time. As if he hadn’t listened to a word that you had said. Moments like he wanted to know what you’d do if he kissed you right then. Taeyong was quite easy to read. Especially for you. He was never able to hide anything from you. You could catch on easily.

You wondered when you would get the courage to tell him how you felt. Where your true feelings lain. His possible reaction to your confession still scared you enough to hold back, and resist telling him. To lose the friendship you two had, that scared you enough to want to never truly tell him how you felt.

“Ah, so,” Taeyong began as he turned back to screen in front of him. “I think I could use your input on some lyrics here. If they’re good enough, I might actually add them.” He gave you a wink. You couldn’t help but giggle as you drew closer to see the screen as well.

“What? Will I get credited on the album as well if my input happens to be good enough?” You asked, teasingly.

Taeyong shrugged, smiling. “Possibly. Wanna find out?”

You rose a curious eyebrow. “How can I say no to you?”

He laughed before smirking. “Easy. Just say n...n...oooo,” he taunted playfully as you slapped his arm, shaking your head.

There was no way that you could’ve thrown everything between you two away. What you two had was comfortable, and settling. You liked things the way that they were. You definitely could hold onto that confession a little longer.

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