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renren-writes · 1 year

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AU where Heo Suji dies several times and each time Kim Dokja doesn’t know why for a long, long while.

(Until he does.)

Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t think much of the death of the boy in the dressing rooms, doesn’t know he’s special until a long while later - he keeps killing Heo Suji in each regression (sometimes in the dressing room, sometimes on the rooftop, sometimes in an alleyway, in a classroom, near lake, train station, near the incinerator, on a bridge) and he ends up dying before the 50th scenario every time.

He doesn’t know. He and Yoo Sangah don’t know.

About Heo Suji. About his role in this story. About his importance in Kim Dokja’s life.

He doesn’t know Kim Dokja has already found the perpetrator behind his missing friend, that Kim Dokja finds that his friend died young during their high school years. They never did find where he went, despite all searches and calls and posters. Many clues pointed he had run away.

Kim Dokja has spent over a decade blaming himself and wondering why Heo Suji abandoned him, when it turns out Yoo Joonghyuk and Yoo Sangah had killed his best friend.

His best friend. Suji, dead. Unmourned for over a decade. Left to rot alone somewhere.

It depends on WHEN Kim Dokja finds this out. If he had developed a bond with them, perhaps it’d be harder the deeper the bond it was to accept this truth. Denial, betrayal, disbelief, anger. It cuts deep into Kim Dokja, in a way no other thing had done. This shakes apart everything he had known until that point. Although he acknowledged Yoo Joonghyuk as a broken man, the ideal protagonist to Ways of Survival, someone whose story he watched through the years, someone jagged and broken and warped as anyone else by the scenarios, someone he admires—

And Yoo Sangah. With her pretty smiles and encouraging words and fierce spirit and unyielding loyalty. A powerhouse in her own right, someone he came to genuinely care for and trust.

And they had betrayed him, years ago, on a level he almost couldn’t comprehend.

This betrayal is horrifying.

But the rage and hatred that comes after is even more so.

(Kim Dokja finds out about the death of Heo Suji, and he instantly realizes that it’s happening again and again and again. The logical thing would be to rationalize with Yoo Joonghyuk civillly, but—)

(but they never gave suji that chance, they killed suji just like that, sweet suji who didn’t do anything wrong to them, they didn’t even remember suji)

(—but Kim Dokja is f u r i o u s.)

Perhaps in some worlds, the betrayal is offset by the bonds he makes throughout the months and years spent with them. Perhaps in some worlds, he’s still bitter and angry and doesn’t ever forgive them for it, but swallows it bitterly for the sake of survival. Perhaps he never finds out. Perhaps in some worlds he, in the end, does forgive them.

But in these 17 failed regressions, Kim Dokja never forgives Yoo Sangah and Yoo Joonghyuk.

(ok so probably yjh and ysa realize soon enough killing hsj is a Bad Idea but lemme have this angst ok? don’t ever aggro hate from kdj to this extent, everyone)

OH MY STARS ANON

THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL HOOH

the gang making the same mistake over and over and over and over and over and kdj finding out each and every time somehow and feeling so betrayed and hurt it's all so DELICIOUS

#ren speaks #HOHO BOY #maybe one day when i get to the big twist of bad at math.....#i do a bad end drabble......#maybe......

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princelouisau · 1 year

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i hope you're feeling better bby :( but dw about it at all, i also have a headache and a nonfunctioning brain right now so this is going to be short 😭 i love not being able to trust my mental state at any given time !! i promise my next message will be better once the cold leaves my brain alone :(

i hope you're staying warm! i also love the cold weather and having hot drinks, but my room doesn't heat at night so i end up struggling with so many layers and at least 3 blankets. i really love christmas time, i don't really celebrate but me and my family still decorate and i love holiday vibes we just don't really,, do christmas?? but sometimes we do idk

qotd is inspired by louis' random hatred of trendy things so what is one popular/trendy thing you love and are totally on board with and one popular/trendy thing that u absolutely hate and no one agrees with you about??

hope you have an incredible day and your headache leaves you alone!

HSJS I FORGOT TO REPLY AGAIN i hope you’re feeling better too!! i’m definitely some sort of sick 😭😭 every message from you is a blessing so dw about the length of it or whatever!

omg this is a hard question because honestly i’m not super sure hmm

i can’t actually think of a popular thing that i really love, like any example of a popular thing i feel positive about just left my mind lmao but i’m generally very indifferent to most trends that come up! i used to be much more of a hater but now i’m just indifferent all the time shjdd

for something popular i hate, all i can really think of are really british things shskdj like when i was younger i was SUCH a hater of anything that was popular particularly amongst school friends like 1d? hate it. tv show everyone loves? ew. there’s a comedy show called the inbetweeners that every british teen used to call the absolute peak of comedy and i HATED it and still maintain that it’s incredibly unfunny

for some reason that’s all i can think about lmao i really was number one inbetweeners hater and i stand by that. i think america might have done a version of that show actually that completely flopped.

that was such a terrible answer i’m sorry, idk why every thought i’ve ever had just flies out of my brain whenever i’m asked something 🥲 but i do love questions because my one braincell needs a chance to get out and breathe

i hope your day has been/is going good! ♥️

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ultralovedeluxe · 3 years

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Would you be down for writing some Narancia and Trish fluffy, shippy cuteness? I need more of it in my life.

Yes of course! For some reason I always felt like their relationship is underrated in the fandom, they def need more recognition! Usually I don’t write for ships, but I’ll make this one an exception! Btw I wrote this on my phone so formatting is weird. Also ending is rushed cause I can't write on my phone jsjsj.

Trish and Narancia ship headcanons! + small scenarios

Warnings: au where everyone lives, fluff

Well for one these two are adorable in their own right, but who would’ve thought they had been a perfect match? After all they’re like polar opposites!

Regardless, maybe it’s because of those differences that help them bring out the best in each other.

Their first meeting isn’t exactly..sweet. I mean Narancia attacked her and she only defended herself in response.

So yeah..not a good first impression.

But I like to think that Bruno probably made Narancia apologize somewhere down the line.

From then on they are almost never seen without being together!

It mostly starts out with Narancia asking feminine hygiene questions (let’s face it, boys will be boys), or just bombarding Trish with random questions.

Trish isn’t quite the fan of these questions, and grows a bit annoyed with them.

At first at least-

Soon she begins responding to Narancia’s questions, and it really brings them closer.

Sometimes the questions are bit silly, but soon Trish gets used to it, and actually finds some humor in Narancia’s antics.

“So basically what you’re saying is, I need to start using face masks?” Narancia asks holding one of Trish’s magazines up in the air, as if it was some ancient artifact he’d never seen before.

Trish rolls her eyes before smiling, “Well of course if you don’t want to look old and ugly by the time you’re thirty. You’d definitely need it since guys age so weird..”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

They bring out the best out of each other for sure.

Due to their drastic differences personality wise, they both get to learn about things they didn’t know before.

Narancia is a walking talking ball of energy. While Trish is more reserved and quiet.

But with time, their conversations start to get personal.

Narancia talks about his time in his past. How his mother passed away at a young age, how his father neglected him, to being betrayed by people whom he considered friends.

From there, Trish begins to trust Narancia a little more and confides in him.

She talks about her mother and how she passed away as well, and her non existent relationship with her father.

Narancia is always willing to listen, and notices they share more similarities than he first thought.

This makes Trish connect with Narancia a little more.

Trish teaches Narancia her own personal sense of style and taste in music, and while Narancia isn’t a big fan of; he’s ready to listen to her and ask her questions.

With Narancia’s bright attitude, it helps Trish open up more to him and the rest of the gang, who she starts to view as family.

During the constant fighting against Diavolo and his protection team, their conversations also get serious.

Both Trish and Narancia share their dreams of what to do when the battle is over.

“Hey Trish-“

Trish looks up to the raven haired male and hums in response. Narancia scoots closer to her and sighs, “When we finally defeat the boss..what are you going to do?” He asks fiddling with his fingers.

Trish shakes her head, “I don’t know if we’ll make it..but if we do I want to..no never mind it’s too silly” she says shaking her head once more before sighing. Out of curiosity, Narancia holds her arm, “No now that you meantion it it can’t be silly! I mean you’re one of the coolest girls I know..”

“What was that?” Trish asks teasingly. Narancia blushes and blurts out, “Nothing! You still have to tell me though!” He says punching her arm lightly. She sighs and gives him a small smile, “Well I want to pursue a career in music. I want to become a singer. What about you?” She asks.

Narancia just stares at her in awe before snapping back to reality, “Huh? That’s not silly at all! That’s great! And me? Well I was thinking of reconnecting with Fugo again..and I want to go back to school!” He tells her enthusiastically. He leans back and looks at her, “Wow..a singer huh. I would go to all your concerts!” He exclaims.

Trish laughs at the statement before smiling back at him, “Stop..you’re too much sometimes..”

After the events of Vento Aureo, the whole gang is in a bad state of mind, but relieved that the mission is over.

I feel like Trish would be the first one to notice her own crush on Narancia, but she'd be very shy about it.

Even though she learned to open up (thanks to Mista and Narancia), she doesn't know how to deal with a crush.

But just because she's silent about her feelings, doesn't mean she doesn't show small actions to show her affections.

Small things like styling Narancia's hair, or holding him close while they watch reruns of Gianni Versace 1995 spring collection runway show.

Narancia however, takes a little more time realizing his emotions.

He'll probably need a little help from his friends (mans never interacted with a girl other than his mom)

Bruno, Giorno, and Mista are the biggest help (Abbacchio just scoffs at the idea, and isn't much help at all).

Overall these two are just the perfect match, and have a long way to go since they are still so young.

Naratrish is very very cute <3

#ultralovedeluxe #vento aureo #vento auero headcanons #jojo no kimym na bmken #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba headcanons #naratrish #naratrish headcanons #narancia x trish #narancia ghirga #trish una #sfw #i hate this so much hsjs #this is so badly written ughhh

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yrbloodygf · 3 years

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connor called me and it ended up being a 3 hour call of us singing joan jett and prince together while doing smoke tricks 🤧🤧

#i lov him so much he’s the best friend i have irl shsj #literally i hate myself for loving you came on and we lost it hsjs

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nashvilledreams · 4 years

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My Naya, my Snixxx, my Bee. I legitimately can not imagine this world without you.

7 years ago today, she and I were together in London when we found out about Cory. We were so far away, but I was so thankful that we had each other. A week ago today we were talking about running away to Hawaii. This doesn’t make sense. And I know it probably never will.

She was so independent and strong and the idea of her not being here is something I cannot comprehend. She was the single most quick-witted person I’ve ever met, with a steel-trap memory that could recall the most forgettable conversations from a decade ago verbatim. The amount of times she would memorize all of those crazy monologues on Glee the morning of and would never ever mess up during the scene… I mean, she was clearly more talented than the rest of us. She was the most talented person I’ve ever known. There is nothing she couldn’t do and I’m furious we won’t get to see more.

I’m thankful for all the ways in which she made me a better person. She taught me how to advocate for myself and to speak up for the things and people that were important to me, always. I’m thankful for the times I grew an ab muscle from laughing so hard at something she said. I’m thankful she became like family. I’m thankful that my dad happened to have met her weeks before I did and when I got Glee, he told me to “look out for a girl named Naya because she seemed nice.” Well dad, she was nice and she became one of my favorite people ever.

If you were fortunate enough to have known her, you’ll know that her most natural talent of all was being a mother. The way that she loved her boy, it was truly Naya at her most peaceful. I’m thankful that Naya got that beautiful little boy back on that boat. I’m thankful he will have a strong family around him to protect him and tell him about his incredible mom.

I just hope more than anything that her family is given the space and time to come to terms with this. For having such tiny body, Naya had such a gigantic presence, a void that will now be felt by all of us - those of us who knew her personally and the millions of you who loved her through your TVs. I love you, Bee.

My favorite duet partner. I love you. I miss you. I don’t have words right now, just lots of feelings. Rest In Peace Angel, and know that your family will never have to worry about anything.

We started out as the closest friends and then like all new things, we went through a bit of a rocky phase. However, we stuck by each other’s side and created the most beautiful friendship built out of love and understanding. The last I had the chance to see you in person, I had left oranges outside our home for you to take. I wanted to say hi through the window but my phone didn’t ring when you called (which it never does, f*cking T-Mobile), so instead you and Josey left two succulents on our doorstep as a thank you. I planted those succulents and I look at them everyday and think of you. I still listen to your EP on repeat because from the moment I heard it, it struck me and I always wished the world knew more of your voice. You sent me over 5 dozen SnapChat videos when you and Josey woke up in the morning and I kick myself that I didn’t save one of them. You always shared recipes and I admired your love for food. We vowed to spend every Easter together, even though Covid stole this last one from us. You are and always will be the strongest and most resilient human being I know, and I vowed to carry that with me as I continue to live my life.

You constantly taught me lessons about grief, about beauty and poise, about being strong, resilient and about not giving a fuck (but still somehow respectful). Yet, the utmost important lesson I learned most of all from you was being a consistent and loving friend. You were the first to check in, the first to ask questions, the first to listen..you cherished our friendship and I never took that for granted.

We never took photos together because we mutually hated taking pictures...our relationship meant more than proof. I have countless pictures of our babies playing, because we shared that kind of pride and joy. So I’m showing the world a photo of our little goof balls for you, because I know that meant more than anything and they remind me of you and I. I speak to you everyday because I know you’re still with me and even though I’m feeling greedy that we don’t get more time together, I cherish every moment we had and hold it close to my heart.

There are no words and yet so many things I want to say, I don't believe I'll ever be able to articulate exactly what I feel but... Naya, you were a ⚡️ force and everyone who got to be around you knew it and felt the light and joy you exuded when you walked into a room. You shined on stage and screen and radiated with love behind closed doors.

I was lucky enough to share so many laughs, martinis and secrets with you. I can not believe I took for granted that you'd always be here. Our friendship went in waves as life happens and we grow, so I will not look back and regret but know I love you and promise to help the legacy of your talent, humor, light and loyalty live on.

You are so loved. You deserved the world and we will make sure Josey and your family feel that everyday. I miss you already.

She was bold. She was outrageous. She was a LOT of fun.⁣

Naya made me laugh like no one else on that set. I always said it while we were working together and I’ve maintained it ever since. Her playful, wicked sense of humor never ceased to bring a smile to my face.⁣

She played by her own rules and was in a class of her own. She had a brashness about her that I couldn’t help but be enchanted by. I also always loved her voice, and savored every chance I got to hear her sing. I think she had more talent than we would have ever been able to see.⁣

I was constantly moved by the degree to which she took care of her family, and how she looked out for her friends. She showed up for me on numerous occasions where she didn’t have to, and I was always so grateful for her friendship then, as I certainly am now.⁣

And even as I sit here, struggling to comprehend, gutted beyond description- the very thought of her cracks me up and still brings a smile to my face. That was Naya’s gift. And it's a gift that will never go away. ⁣

Rest in peace you wild, hilarious, beautiful angel.

How can you convey all your love and respect for someone in one post? How can you summarize a decade of friendship and laughter with words alone? If you were friends with Naya Rivera, you simply can’t. Her brilliance and humor were unmatched. Her beauty and talent were otherworldly. She spoke truth to power with poise and fearlessness. She could turn a bad day into a great day with a single remark. She inspired and uplifted people without even trying. Being close to her was both a badge of honor and a suit of armor. Naya was truly one of a kind, and she always will be. 💔 Sending all my love to her wonderful family and her beautiful son.

Dear Naya,

I’m failing miserably to process this news. I always imagined old future senior moments where we would hear your infectious laughter down the hall knowing that our funny bone was in for a treat. To many people, myself included, you were the life of the party. Not only able to rock when fun was to be had after a long day but that shining friend that was always willing to listen, offer sympathy, perspective and at times, give much needed levity to any situation.

You were a beast on the show. I admired you as I watched you nail multi page monologues that you learned moments before and pour your heart into every performance with an energy that had that snicks special written all over it. Our deep conversations about life inbetween scenes are some of my favorite moments with you. Getting to hear about your hopes and dreams for the future and with Josey’s arrival, ‘Your greatest success’ I was so happy to see your dream turn into reality.

You deserved more. I’m so sorry but you deserved more. You gave life your all and I hope all the good that you have given to the world will be returned in abundance when you reunite with our brother in the heavenly skies. I’m so grateful for our memories. We will make sure to keep your legacy and spirit alive so Josey will grow up to know the incredible woman you were. Love you, Naya. You are already missed. Eternally.

-HSJ

Naya and I fell into stride with such ease, she was my first friend and ally on our show. In the pilot, our characters came and went with such swiftness. Our enthusiasm brimmed with all of the unknown. We tried to grasp what the other cast members must be feeling as we were working in such separate manners. We dared to dream. What if this show worked? Wouldn’t that be something? Something was brimming, it was palpable. And thank god it worked. Naya’s magnetic talent was going to be unleashed, we just didn’t know it yet. ⁣⁣

I’ve been revisiting Naya’s performances on our show and it has brought me great joy. To work with her was a gift. There was a great deal to absorb - her work ethic, her fearlessness, her talent - supreme. Naya had a laugh that would envelop you and hold you captive. She was mesmerizing. That twinkle in her eye, her luminous smile. Naya lead with truth, humor, wit. I loved her for all of these reasons. ⁣⁣

I loved her sense of curiosity and wanderlust. I was lucky enough to be her travel partner for some of my most favorite adventures. As I write this, I’m grinning with swelling memories of a spontenaous 36 hour excursion - one might even say diversion - to Paris. With Naya, everything was possible and would often simply unfold before us, almost magically.⁣⁣

On this particular jaunt, within ten minutes of checking into our hotel, we found ourselves strolling the halls of L'École des Beaux-Arts, sipping wine from paper cups with students showcasing their latest work. It was fantastic. We were united in our commitment to discovery. And there was always a list of cleverly curated ideas in Naya’s back pocket, should we need it. ⁣⁣

I cannot make sense of this tremendous loss. I will hold onto her and these memories for the rest of time, alongside our Glee family. Please hold space for her, her family, her beautiful boy. ⁣⁣

In absolute, loving memory.

Naya The world is at such a loss and I am truly heartbroken. I still remember the day I met you. You Walked straight up to me, grabbed me by the face and drug me around until I met every single person on set, introducing me as “new booty”. You were one of the first people who made me feel like family when others saw me as an outsider. I didn’t know then that you would become my family and that’s just who you were to everyone.. A Mother, Sister, Daughter and most of all a friend. Your massive heart and bright spark is what carried our entire show, when at times we all felt like giving up.

You always showed up for me when I needed some wisdom or was down and just needed someone to talk to. You took care of everyone around you in a way that was so warm and comforting and you sure knew how to throw a hell of a party!

I always admired your bravery and passion to fight for what’s right even when it seemed like you were up against the world. Your spirit is contagious and you continue to make everyone you have touched a better and stronger person by knowing you.

My favorite part of glee was getting to watch you perform and shine up close every day. You really were the pulse of that show. Anyone who was blessed enough to see and experience your raw talent knows it to be true. You’re one of the smartest and most gifted people I have ever met. There is no one like you and there never will be.

You have changed peoples lives all around the world and you continue to change mine forever. I will never forget your love and kindness. Thank you for sharing your spirit Angel.

I will miss you always. I Love you Naya

For the last 7 years the 13th of July has shattered our hearts beyond repair. There aren’t enough words to describe the pain we are feeling, we are truly heartbroken at the loss of @nayarivera .

Naya, Cory loved you so so much. He cherished your friendship more than you will ever know. From the laughs you shared, to the strength you gave him when he needed it the most. Cory truly adored you. He was in awe of your incredible talent, the way you gave everything you had to each performance; the slap in the auditorium was one of his favourite stories to share. You once said Cory was like a member of your family; you will always be a part of ours. We’ll carry you in our hearts forever. We miss you. Friends reunited for eternity.

We send all our love and strength to your beautiful boy, your family, friends and fans 💔🐻💔

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pangolin-404 · 3 years

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The Property of Hate: Chapters 23 and 24 liveblog

RGB is put through the ringer for the 754398399th time

I can’t recall if Madras’s shadow was always like that, with the eye and all, but I think it’s neat :)

HESGEU HSJ HE’S DEFLATED?? MAN REALLY DID THIS. Also watching Madras remove his face is unsettling

Is Madras going to die soon? Or get “realized” or whatever the term is?? I’m worried for her.

HUMAN/LIVING RGB TIME. 1) I still think he was an actor and that’s how he died, 2) Something apparently happened that led him to talking less. An injury? Just who was that woman?

Was Madras always so teary? She’s not restocking, she gave Hero her house (and that exchange was very clever lol), and she’s not charging RGB.

FINALLY I GET TOBY’S PRONOUNS. he/him. thank you

RGB where do you just Get Kisses (glass pyramid guy-?) actually never mind don’t even want to know

I’m just... worried for Madras. I hope she turns out okay.

Wonder how much Madras knew, to push them back. If she knew, but I think she did. I think her news disheartened RGB; or maybe man’s just tired of being hurt all the time, or a mix of both.

Is Elastic V pronounced Elastic Vee or Elastic Five? Idk

If RGB finds Madras’s gift after she’s gone I’m going to be so sad I’m going to weep and sob on the floor. I wonder if it’s part of the reason he’s feeling down (other than the many other reasons he could be exhausted).

aww bonding about glass pigs. my heart heals every time RGB’s patient teaching Hero about something about the world

T.G. is horrifying thanks

“Fallible?” (Pans to RGB keeping a temper from breaking) FALLIBLE? MOTH-BUTTERFLY-THING, RGB has been through A LOT and is TRYING HIS BEST, SHUT UP OR I’LL SHOVE YOU INTO THE SEA

T.G. has a humansona

I’M GOING TO MURDER THE BUTTERFLY TIME WAS RIGHT (YOU BASTARD!) I’M GOING TO START BITING! I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHAT RGB DID TO YOU, YOU DON’T BRING SOMEONE ELSE INTO IT. ARE THOSE TOP EYES EVEN YOURS??

NOW I even better understand why people hate the butterfly. I’m going to commit a crime

#thoughts #the property of hate #tpoh liveblog #tpoh posting

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thehouseofgrey · 3 years

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what do you think about magnus in neons??? *eyes emoji*

Funny you should mention 👀

As a teenager I wasn’t allowed to be like,,, emo. Like our parents just wouldn’t let us wear all black. Probably an attempt to keep our mental health from tanking but 🙃🙃🙃. Point being, since I couldn’t wear black, I went the opposite direction. I wore exclusively neons from ages 11-15. It got me bullied a lot. But I don’t care cuz I loved it then and I intend to bring it back into my wardrobe now at first opportunity. All that said,,,

MAGNUS IN NEONS IS SO FUCKING GALAXY BRAIN YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND

Okay okay organizing thoughts. The first thing y’all should know is that we’ve already seen Magnus in a neon. Electric blue is a neon. This is electric blue for reference:

[ Image ID: just the color electric blue]

I’ll put a note here that pure red is also technically a neon but it’s a neon I hate with a burning passion so we will not be acknowledging her further. Magnus rocks red so really it’s rather unfortunate that neon red sucks so fucking much

But there is, I would argue, a much better much sexier sister color to red that looks lovely in neon and would look so good on Magnus I’m getting lightheaded just thinking about it. NEON PINK! Neon pink, I would argue, is the god of all neons. Even if you hate neon green, blue, orange, yellow, purple... I’ve never met someone who hates neon pink. (If you do, no you don’t ❤️ /j) Magnus in pink lipstick or eyeshadow

[Image ID One: a close up of shiny neon pink lipstick on tan white skin

Image ID Two: a close up of a matte neon pink eyeshadow with black eyeliner and false lashes on a heavily airbrushed white woman

End ID]

Like the pink eye shadow with a black dress, pink fishnets AND a pink leather jacket. God sign me the fuck up. Magnus in a bright pink pencil skirt. Good shit. Chefs kiss. Mwah. Pink heels pink heels pink heels. Especially like a pump. Or like a chunky heeled boot. God I’m getting carried away. Okay okay okay.

Right.

Let’s also talk about a underrated babe: neon purple

[Image ID Left: a very skinny white woman with a handful of small tattoos on her arms. She’s wearing a short tight dress that’s purple with blue and green glitter.

Image ID Right: a mannequin in a knee length, holographic purple A line skirt.

End ID]

We never got to see Magnus in purple of any kind which feels like a crime. But neon purple would present such an opportunity for him to play with glitter and shimmery silvers. Neon purple was made for holo silver. You can’t change my mind. I’m right. And neon purple and holo silver were made for Magnus Bane.

Right okay my next points require addressing a bit of an elephant in the room. I love hsj with my whole chest and he makes a magnificent Magnus. But, Magnus would be dark skinned. He’s Indonesian. And there are just some colors, especially bright colors like neons, which look better on darker skin. None of this is up for debate.

That said, Magnus would also rock the fuck out of neon yellow orange or green. Like there’s no color this man couldn’t own. Dark skinned people are out here in real life inventing color all the time. Magnus has had hundreds of years and all the money to perfect this. And neons lend themselves so well to mixing colors and patterns in ways that regular colors, I’m sorry to say, just don’t.

[Image ID: a Japanese teen girl standing in a brightly lit parking lot. She has her hair in two braids which she’s holding, one in each hand. She’s wearing a neon pink baret and a neon pink button up shirt with big red, yellow, green, purple and black flowers. it’s tucked into a bright yellow and white checkered skirt held with a medium sized black and gold belt. She also has on pink socks and pink platform sandals. End ID]

This is what I mean by pattern and color mixing by the way. (And Magnus in a miniskirt? Inspired. Effervescent.) Fashion, makeup, jewelry, and generally self decoration is one of the most fundamental ways humans have always expressed themselves. Magnus knows himself. Knows what fits him. Knows his colors and patterns. I’m sure he could come up with combinations I can’t even dream of. And neons provide an excellent medium for it.

Magnus could inspire even more gender envy in neons tbh. He’s not androgynous in the way of like man plus woman or woman plus man. He’s androgynous in the way of like where you’d never doubt what gender he is even though he’s made gender his bitch, y’know? He’s fully feminine, fully masculine, and fully androgynous all at the same time. Idk what this paragraph is for actually now that I’m at the end of it.

Basically, Magnus is a bit of a peacock. He’s hot, he knows it, he flaunts it. The neon aesthetic just suits the mould of what we already know him to be. Neons is the next evolution of the glitter and matte orange or blue eyeliner.

Don’t let me get started on this shit or we’ll be here all day

[Image ID One: a close up of black and white checkered lipstick. The mouth is hung slightly open so you can see the front teeth.

Image ID Two: a picture of acrylic nails. Some of the nails are painted black with rainbow roses. Some are black with abstract rainbow ribbons. Some are painted rainbow tie dye with black drip lines coming down from the cuticle. The rest are clear acrylic with rainbow splatter lines.

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Neon Magnus Supremacy.

That is all.

#magnus bane #fashion #long post #book fans dni #this was an oddessy #and I’m very proud of it #note: I’m not a fashion expert or anything #Magnus gets to dress the way I want to dress

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flowersintheattic254 · 3 years

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Hello Anon I stand with you. I agree on the A/sian hate, he’s a high profile member of that community and could draw attention to it as have HSJ and JA.

He’s been politically active this year, but as you know had to drag a certain SO to these events too, the last one being Geo/rgia, where her behaviour was just weird.

He spent a lot of time promoting his ethnicity during the HW promo and he could have built on that. This would have been a good time.

Since summer we seem to have been building to this and post Halloween M hasn’t had much going on other than having the painters in.

The silence is weird, but could be for any number of reasons, personal or professional, both are possibilities.

I hope he’s ok and healthy and his family are. That’s the main thing for me.

What I’m interested in is how this period of silence will end and what emerges from the other side of it.

Will we finally get change? A new start or more of the same?

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 3 years

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I’ve been in so much dental pain before I just dread the second time they tighten my braces

It’s gonn hurt so much hsjs

I hate the idea of braces even if i need them bc

Wires?? In my mouth?? No thank you.

I have put questionable things like rocks and Actual Dirt in there but not wires!

#scruffy my beloved

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wildflowerswildhorses · 3 years

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shadowhunters

Oh boy - I hate that show and stopped watching in season 2 so here goes.

1. The first character I first fell in love with

Simon - 100% had to do with Alberto's portrayal of him. And he easily became the only character on the show that I cared about.

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now

Lydia Branwell. Though it's not logical that she exists and if she did, her last name would be Fairchild - not Branwell considering they're aren't Branwells anymore

3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t

Magnus? Idk, I don't feel much for show Magnus, like at all. Probably has everything to do with hsj

4. The character I love that everyone else hates

Clary? Does the show fandom hate her? Idk.

5. The character I used to love but don’t any longer

Luke, I guess? I kind of stopped caring about Show!Luke about halfway through the episodes I did watch

6. The character I would totally smooch

Isabelle Lightwood

7. The character I’d want to be like

In the show? idk

8. The character I’d slap

All of them? But probably Jace lmao

9. A pairing that I love

Sizzy - the only good thing to come out of the show

10. A pairing that I despise

Saphael/Rizzy/really any ship with Raphael

#laura's got an owl

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nodokasia · 5 years

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I'm going to take a pause.

So….

I've given it quite some thoughts and after the latest events as well as my personal life that become hectic and will continue be that in the near future, it became obvious to me that,

I need to hate a break from Arashi fandom.

I became Arashian three years ago. Back then this community seemed like a warm family that would accept anyone, despite of age, gender and condition. It was like coming out into the big ocean after only swimming in small lakes. I was overwhelmed. This is something that I don't really feel right now. This feelong is not something that I came to me suddenly but gradually nestled in me over the past few months.

I feel suffocated.

Not because Arashi have so much going on right now, not because I got tired of them. If anything I love, respect and want to support them now more than ever!

I feel suffocated because the ocean that Arashi were for me… got too heavy.

Under these three years, sometimes I felt that I didn't have time. Sometimes I was really depressed or sick. But I always found powers to make edits, because hey, people seemed to like them, people told me that they made their days brighter and life more fun. These comments always were my biggest strenght and motivation to sit down a few times every week and spend a few hours cutting and pasting words, putting everything else in my life aside.

Now that this motivation is gone, I have no reason to do this work anymore.

I still plan to watch and follow Arashi, like I always did, for as long as I can. If something interesting will happen, I might make another edit or funny (or not) comment. But as the things are now, have no motivation or power to continue making edits like I always did.

I see this pause as a break for me to relax and collect my thoughts on the matter, and I may return from it in a few months or weeks.

This doesn't affect my other fandoms like News, HSJ and anime. So I will continue posting about them if anything will come up. Also, I'm not going away from Tumblr or Twitter (at least not now)! So feel free to message me and I'll try to reply whenever I can, as always.

Thank you for reading my depressed rant about something that may seem stupid, but is something I trully love and don't want to really give up on, for as long as I can.

#this Tumblr

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vampyyr · 7 years

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uhhh

#im trying to watch jacks last part of outlast but uhhhh #I hate pregnancies so much fuck fuck fuck #it's rly fuxking w my head #I just want to finish it but uhhh idk if I can watch the part when she gives birth sjjssj #uhhh im gonna keep it on but switch tabs hsjs #fuck I hate this stuff #carro talks #personal #watch me delete this in 20 mins jsjsjsjs

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hsj-scenarios · 6 years

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Drabble Collection: HS7

Edition: Fairytale AU

Mod L -- So, this is my Christmas gift to all of you! I’ve decided to expand on past headcanons that I’ve written and make some of them drabbles. Mind you, short drabbles, but drabbles nevertheless. I’ll be doing this by units, Seven and Best, but don’t worry Best fans; their edition is coming up soon after this one. I’ve also realized that HSJ-scenarios is more than a year old. So, happy anniversary/merry chirstmas (lol)!

Song Inspo: Last Fantasy by IU

Ryosuke -- Ugly Princeling

“Just...Promise you won’t look at me.”

A frustrated sigh left your mouth at his troubled words, hands resting idly on your hips as the wall seemed to be your new entertainment of choice. “My prince, how can I serve as your retainer and protect you if I can’t even see you?” You quipped. “In fact, this has become my problem as well!”

The blanket Ryosuke held over his body moved hastily as you suddenly turned to face him, the prince huddled under his bed covers. The anxiety radiating off of him was palpable and you couldn’t help but feel bad about going against his wishes. This was truly a problem.

“Your problem?!” His muffled voice questioned. “I’m the ugly duckling here!”

At your impending footsteps, he tried to crawl further away yet jumped upon feeling your gloved hand at his back. A hastily said ‘wait’ caused another forlorn breath to come from you. “Your highness, in order to see the witch’s damage, I have to take a look at you. We need to know what we’re dealing with...”

The short distance allowed you to take a better look at his body. From years of knowing Prince Ryosuke, since the two of you were children, the now larger outline of his body under the covers didn’t go unnoticed by your sharp eyes. The outline of his hand that gripped the covers was different as well, and you could see some sort deformity on his back. A hunchback, they called it.

Ryosuke...A frown began to mar your face, worried for him.

He’d made a deal with a witch, the prince said earlier, and got more than he bargained for. Despite being his sword and shield for years, you had never guessed that he was so desperately tired of the attention he’d gotten for his looks. The unwarranted and sometimes unwanted attention. The suitors upon suitors, princesses practically begging for his hand in marriage. It was all tiring for him.

Especially so, the undeserved attention he would get over his sometimes more deserving brothers.

Now, that, you knew had always bothered him.

A faint murmur was all you’d heard in return.

“Hm?” You turned an ear towards him.

“I don’t want you to see me.” Was his quiet answer.

“Prince--”

“Please,” He interrupted, voice just a bit louder now. “Just leave me be. Can you ask Yuri to come in here? He knows what’s going on.” It was as if he sensed the dejection in your body movement, the hand on his back slowly leaving. “I’m sorry...I need to get used to things before...”

You see me like this, were his silent words.

Yuto -- A Deceptive Deal

Face buried in your hands, you allowed the gentle noise of the rushing fountain to cloud your senses. Tears hadn’t left your eyes, but confusion and irritation were ripe in your heart. The ball tonight was going exactly had you’d thought it would -- much to your own annoyance. The King and Queen, your parents, held it under the guise of your younger siblling finishing their studies abroad. However, you had known better. It was an event among the more elite nobles and royals, giving those single a chance to compete for your hand. The Crown Royal’s hand. There wasn’t a moment that went by that someone wasn’t trying to impress you. And, no matter how well or how badly they tried, it only served to press on your nerves.

You weren’t a prize to be won.

Footsteps broke the peace of your isolation, and you fixed your mouth to ask anyone who’d dared to intrude to leave immediately. Your head turned, yet your lips went slack upon realizing just who it was that came to see you. It was Prince Yuto of the neighboring kingdom, an uneasy smile on his face as if he were asking permission to be there.

He stopped a short distance away, face still questioning if he was allowed to be there or not. “I noticed your face during the party.” A corner of his mouth tinged upwards, a grin threatening to show through. “You looked like you wanted to escape the whole time. So, when you disappeared, I figured that you were out here.”

The slightest of smiles graced your own face, happy to see an old friend in the mass of strangers trying to ease their way onto your future throne. You and Yuto dated back to adolescent years, meeting him for the first time when you were only thirteen years old. Admittedly, you couldn’t stand each other at first. He was too cocky and a total know-it-all. To him, you were too quiet and it unnerved him. Slowly but surely, fate had it in mind for the two of you to eventually put differences aside and become friends. He became kinder, while you felt comfortable enough to speak with him more.

It made you happy to see him.

“Why didn’t you speak to me before now?” You gave a little pout, tapping the empty spot next to you on the fountain edge. Your body instinctively leaned closer when the prince sat down. “I could’ve used you to deter suitors who wanted to speak with me. If they saw you at my side, at least some of them wouldn’t have the guts to say anything.”

I needed you. You didn’t dare tell him those words.

And yet, it seemed as if he sensed them on the tip of your tongue and the grin that dared to show indeed fully slipped on his face. It wasn’t long before his shoulder touched yours casually as he gazed up at the night sky, stars abound. “You were scowling the whole time. It was a little intimidating, to be honest!” He laughed, giving you a glance. “I thought that I should wait, especially since any man that came up to you probably just had one thing in mind...I didn’t want you to think the same for me as well.”

“I would never.” Your answer was immediate.

A comfortable silence followed. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Yuto glance down at his clasped hands. The grin on his face was long gone and you could tell that the prince was in deep thought. You counted down the time until the words would leave his mouth.

It took only a few seconds.

“If you don’t mind me asking, however,” He finally spoke, an anxious expression directed at you. “Why don’t you want to get married?”

“Why don’t you?” You deflected the question. “You’re an attractive man. I’m sure there have been many ladies lining up to be with you.”

“Not as many as my older brother, the crown prince.” Yuto shrugged, before suddenly straightening up. “But, I asked you!” He made a face when you began to laugh. The man shook his head and sighed. “I mean, it’s not that I’ve never given it thought...I actually do want to marry, but the thought of marrying a noble that I’ve never met before--”

“Exactly.” You gave him a nod. “That’s my reason. I don’t know any of these people. I’ve been cloistered all of my life and, now, they expect me to branch out and marry someone? Why should I marry a stranger?”

A second silence followed and the countdown to Prince Yuto’s next question began.

“...What about marrying a friend?”

Chinen -- Yuri and the Seven Dwarves

“He’s waking up!”

You hurried to the master bedroom upon hearing the dwarves start to rile up, the seven of them gathered around the newcomer’s sleeping form. It was just last night that you found a young man collapsed in the snow, all on his own. You had just gone out to forage firewood and came upon him by chance. Luckily, he had just recently lost consciousness and there was still warmth in his body. Double lucky that he was just lithe enough for you to lift on your own, carrying him back to the home you’d shared with the seven dwarves. He had been resting peacefully in your bed since then, several blankets on his body provided by the kind dwarves.

The young man’s eyes opened slowly, his previously sleeping face only what you could call adorable. “...Mm?” A soft noise of confusion came from him, taking in his surroundings slowly. They only widened further upon seeing just how many faces were staring back at him. “H-Hello...” He finally greeted in a groggy voice.

“He’s alright!” One of the dwarves, Happy, laughed.

“You almost caught yer death out there!” Another dwarf, Grumpy, admonished him.

“Now, now...” You calmed them down before turning your gaze to the man, deciding that now was the best time to explain the situation. “I found you in the woods...You were passed out in the snow, so I brought you back here. The dwarves and I tried to nurse you back to health. I suppose it worked!”

“Of course it did.” Sneezy added. “Nothing like a warm bed to...to...Ah-choo!” A sneeze was given before he could continue.

By that time, the man had sat up in the bed and a kind smile was his non-verbal answer. “Ah, I need to thank you then.” He said, eyes starting to glimmer with slight amusement at the situation. His gaze kept trailing back to the dwarves in amazement, as if he’d never seen any before. “If you hadn’t found me, I can only imagine that I wouldn’t be breathing now.”

“Where are you from?” You asked, curious about his situation. It wasn’t everyday that a man was found in the snow. In the middle of nowhere, to boot. The dwarves home was quite secluded.

It was only then that the man’s face become troubled. There was an anxious look in his eyes. “From the capitol...” Was his hesitant reply. There seemed to be more that he wanted to say, but only silence followed.

You almost hated to press him for answers, but the need to know why he was alone and nearly dead in the cold drove you. “Where in the capitol? Perhaps we can take you back to your family.”

“No!” His hands lifted up quickly, head shaking in denial. “No, you don’t have to do that. I can...find my own way back. My family...knows that I’m gone. I was on a journey by myself.” He tried to explain. “I’m just not very good at being by myself, it seems.” The man laughed weakly.

“Not good at being by yourself?” The dwarf, Sleepy, questioned before giving a long yawn. “That’s not good. How will you ever get by?”

The man glanced down at the bed covers, fingers balling in a loose fist. “I don’t know yet, but I’ll try. You never know until you try, right?” He shrugged with a small smile, trying to keep the situation light.

Another dwarf, Doc, seemed to notice the uneasy change in the man’s demeanor and tried to switch the subject. “Either way, you’re not going anywhere at the moment until you fully recover. Don’t worry. We’ll look after you for now.” He gave the stranger a kind smile. “What’s your name, lad?”

The young man smiled back, brown eyes trailing upwards and meeting your own for a split second. His grateful smile was directed at you before trailing on to the rest of them, answering Doc’s question with a polite bow of his upper body.

“My name is Yuri...Nice to meet you all.”

Keito -- The Noble Farm Hand

Your ears were deceiving you. They had to be. You could’ve sworn that the man that you’d grown to love had just told you something foul. Something heartbreaking. Even with the most sincere, sorrowful, look on his face. He told you something that you didn’t want to hear.

“I have to leave here.”

You couldn’t speak, mouth glued shut as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. His arms were held around your shoulders tight, face buried in your shoulder. The quiet sniffs were indication enough that he was already crying, as Keito was usually the first to do.

You’d met him in the market one day, a few years ago. He was about to be conned into paying much more coin for pheasant meat than it was worth, so you had decided to interfere. He thanked you profusely after an explanation was given, laughing his own ignorance off before going on to ask many more questions about bartering and about the marketplace in general. It became clear to you that this was a clueless man. A clueless farm hand, to be exact, working at the farm run by an elderly couple who needed help.

Yet, it was this clueless man that you had grown to fall in love with.

It was this clueless man who had just told you his father, the land’s King, had come to collect him. That, apparently, he was only to work at the farm to learn useful life skills and lessons. To learn about his kingdom. And that, now, it was Keito’s time to go back home and continue his duties as the crown prince. The only prince.

To you, the whole idea was stupid and even a tad funny. But, most of all, it hurt.

“Can...” He began, head leaving your shoulder. “Can I ask you to come with me? My father is very understanding. If I can ask him to allow...” There was a sudden pause, Keito realizing that he was about to say perhaps more than he should have. More than he’d ever asked of you.

You humored him. “To what? I’m just an apprentice baker.” All you had ever known was this village and your family’s bakery that one day you would take over with your siblings. Before just now, thoughts of nobles and actually knowing one had never crossed your mind.

You couldn’t believe it. The sweet farm hand who would help you carry deliveries and groceries nearly everyday was a prince all along. The notion was almost angering, as if Keito had played with your emotions this whole time while knowing that the two of you could never be.

Still, looking at his pink and puffy eyes, it was obvious that he was just as wounded by this as you were. He had never meant to string you along. Love had taken him off guard, just as it had you. And, a look of apology was unhidden in his eyes. However, one more emotion was also apparent in his gaze. Defiance. A will to never let go. Keito was more than willing to fight for this love.

This farm hand wasn’t going to let love go so easily.

#drabble #hey say jump #hey! say! jump #Hey say 7 #yamada ryosu #nakajima yuto #chinen yuri #okamoto keito #mod L #drabble collection

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