hannjunkyu

[hannjunkyu]

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❧    CLOSED STARTER FOR @hannjunkyu!!             ( PROMPT : A SHORT, 1 PARAGRAPH STARTER  /  OPEN )

“  Hey,  ”   Eunseok clears his throat as his fingers drop from the jacket in his hands, the item falling back into its place on the rack he was standing in front of. The male usually doesn’t frequent GracieGracie  (  let alone really shop here, for that matter  )  but he was in dire need of a nicer suit for his upcoming quarterly meetings with the museum’s staff. While he knows he has one sitting at home, wearing the same suit constantly was proving to be a bit… embarrassing to say the least. He knew he shouldn’t waste money on something almost unnecessary, but it was better having two than just one, right ?   “  What do you know about these, over here ?  I’m not sure about them… I suppose. Ah. What is your best looking but also cheapest one –  ”

cheap is a word not frequently spoken within the walls of graciegrace. it takes junkyu by surprise, makes his eyebrows raise just enough to be noticeable. he wonders if he should be upfront and just admit that nothing here will be cheap by definition, but he decides that he needs commission and he’s unlikely to make a sale by assuring customers that they’re going to be breaking the bank if they want to look good — especially in a new suit. “hm... if you’re not interested in any particular set, then...” he approaches eunseok, then walks a few steps past him. he stops in front of a collection of sleek, navy blue suits; somewhat new, somewhat pricy. “i think this color would look good with your skin tone, and i swear by this brand. seriously. i'm pretty sure it's on sale right now, too — looks like you have perfect timing, huh?”

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. thread. #w/ eunseok. #queue!

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sourscissors:

               embarrassment washed over sungho’s face as it turned into a light shade of pink. there had still been a slight chance for junkyu to not have seen — or, well, heard — him, but of course luck wasn’t on his side that day. or any other day, for that matter. “ you know, you could have just pretended that you didn’t. ” he dusted off his jacket once again, trying to hide the goosebumps caused by the unindentified insect on his shoulder just a couple seconds earlier.

              but then, he had to laugh. “ oh, yeah! that’s exactly what i was doing! being able to sing has always been a big dream of mine, so i figured i should start working on it. ” it was fairly obvious that he was just kidding, though … being able to sing well wasn’t really anything that he wouldn’t want to be able to do. maybe someday. “ no … i don’t know what i saw, actually. all i know is that it was a big, weird creature that looked like a bug. why do they exist anyway? and why do some people like them so much? ” sungho shuddered at the thought of seeing one up close. 

“in that case, good job! your high note sounded great — practice a little more and you’ll be on ariana grande’s level.” he took another few steps towards sungho so that he could settle comfortably into the conversation; it felt awkward to be speaking in a slightly-raised voice from across the path. as he did so, he stuck a hand into the pocket of his joggers, which currently contained the shell of a cicada. he’d picked it up out of pure curiosity, but now he considered suddenly taking it out, maybe throwing it at sungho for a quick laugh. would that be considered bullying?

“honestly, i’m not sure. scientists are always saying things like every bug has a purpose, but what’s a mosquito’s purpose? to make humans miserable, right?” he shrugged to show that—unfortunately—he didn’t hold whatever answers sungho might be looking for. in the same instant, he decided not to make his life harder today. he removed his hand from his pocket, cicada shell left undisturbed. “i don’t mind bugs that much. i think some of them are kinda cute in a weird way.... wait, did you say it was big? like, how big? because i don’t like the big ones.”

suddenly, he didn’t feel so comfortable. he looked at the ground, eyes darting quickly from spot to spot in case there was an abnormally large stickbug crawling around his legs. that was the last thing he needed. “i have bug spray. i don’t think i have enough to cover the whole island, though. sucks.”

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. thread. #w/ sungho.

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i LOVE HEART SHAPED THINGS!!!!!! HEART SHAPED CLOUDS??? HEART SHAPED CHOCOLATES???? THATS WHAT BEING ALIVE IS ABOUT

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. musing.

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@cadvnce

everything becomes beautiful when seen through a camera lens.

most of the time, this is a statement that junkyu finds to be true. whether he’s pointing his outdated nikon dslr towards flowers, the sea or a pile of trash sparkling in the sunlight, the simple act of sealing it in time forever makes it seem worthy of admiration. but the disposable point-and-shoot camera in his hands now is a complicated beast to tame ― there is no display screen to assure him that his subject is in focus, so all he can do is hope for the best. he thinks that that makes it more fun, in a way, though. he’s not looking for a real photoshoot today, he’s just looking to have fun and get to know his company better as they explore the islands. if they get good pictures out of it, great! but he’s not holding his breath.

“what do you usually like to take pictures of?” he asks abruptly, aiming his camera skyward. his intention is to take a retro-looking picture of shampoodle’s sign, but he has a sneaking suspicion that it might not be in frame at all. oh well. “i like to take pictures of people the most, but, like... candid. a dancer mid-step, a couple folding their laundry at the laundromat, a chef preparing pizza dough. that kind of thing, you know?” he pauses, realizes that he might be making himself sound a whole lot creepier than he actually is. in defense, he adds, “obviously, i always ask first.”

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. thread. #w/ hyunjin.

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starden task one  /  han junkyu’s interview.

i. did you have any new year’s resolutions or general hopes and wishes for the new year? if so, what are they?

“hell yeah. 2021 is the year of opportunity. this year, i’m going to do something worth bragging about. whether it’s starting my own business or finally moving to the big city and making my debut, i’m not sure yet... but i’m going to be making big moves. you can take my word for it.”

ii. how exactly are you trying to / going to try to achieve your goals?

“right now, i’m studying for the ged exam ― maybe once i get that out of the way, talent agents will finally think i’m worth the risk. i also need to break past my mental barriers. i think i’m going to start doing, like, brain exercises. repeating things like i’m so hot and sexy and capable while i’m making my morning smoothies or whatever to start generating more confidence. which, i mean, i used to be confident; but being someone who peaked in high-school has a funny way of making you feel real dull. anyway, i’m gonna work on making my resume look better with educational stuff and work on confidence. we’ll see where it goes from there.”

iii. is it something you have wanted to do for a long time or was it more of a sudden idea?

“it’s something i’ve wanted to do for... as long as i can remember, really.”

iv. is there a specific reasoning to them?

“i want to shine. i guess i don’t talk about it as much as i used to, but i still want to be someone important. it’s not that i don’t like my life on the twin islands, it’s just... there’s gotta be more to life than this, you know? i want new experiences, new sights, new memories. i’m tired of the same old. tired of not being known for anything other than my sick money-sorting skills. does anyone on this island even know how good of a dancer i am? probably not. i want people to talk shit about me, but not because they know me personally and think i’m annoying. i want to hear whispers, like... oh shit! that’s han junkyu. he’s really something else. he shines brighter than anyone. but that’s kind of conceited of me, right? to have a dream like that’s bad enough, but to admit that that’s my dream’s even worse. but it used to feel like it was something i could do, anyway. conceited or not. now it feels... i don’t know. i guess it feels like i’m destined for the same mundane life that everyone else in a place like this will undoubtedly live. i want to get back to that powerful feeling, no matter what it takes.”

v. have you already learned something new this year? if so, what is it?

“you think i learn new things...? that’s so nice! (...) just kidding. of course i do. i’ve learned that ohio is also a place in the united states ― not just a japanese greeting! crazy, huh? i bet they’re a bunch of weebs.”

vi. is there anything you want to leave in 2020?

“nope, can’t say that there is...? i think that 2020 was a good year for me as far as, like, not regretting anything goes. i don’t think i had much personal growth, but it’s okay to be stagnant like that sometimes, you know. just vibing, feelin’ things out. there’s nothing overwhelmingly negative in my life that i’d like to leave in 2020, except, like... maybe my empty bank account. a bitch is broke. please commission me. i’ll paint you any anime girl you want.”

vii. is there anything you want others to leave in 2020?

“oh ― cringe culture, for sure. life is so short and we have to make the most of the time that we have, not waste it worrying about what everyone else is thinking. all that’s gonna do is drag you down, anyway. you want to wear that dress, but you’re worried that your neighbors won’t think you look good in it? honestly, who cares. wear it for yourself, not for everyone else. got some niche interest that no one else seems to be into? flaunt it! embrace it! say what you’re thinking, even if it’s fucking weird or you think people will put you down, saying you’re trying to be ‘quirky’ and ‘different’. on that note, let’s all reclaim the word quirky and stop thinking it’s a bad thing. life’s so fun if you make it fun. stop being embarrassed because of people who try to ruin it for everyone else. please. i’m begging.”

#starden:task001 #junkyu shut the fuck up challenge #junkyu every time he makes a minor mistake at graciegrace: i'm so hot and sexy and capable <3

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#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. visage. #WARNING: if you see this man striking poses in graciegrace or loitering outside the diner.... run #witnesses say that he will roll up his sleeves to show off his anime girl temporary tattoo collection #and might even follow that up by forcing you to wear cat ears #he's a menace to society

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iseuls:

“sun, yes!” rain’s mood lifts a little when he sees junkyu laugh, pleased that maybe his joke landed after all. he’s on his way to a follow up, language barrier be damned, until junkyu abruptly demolishes said language barrier.

“switch to kor– oh, okay–” rain’s mouth falls open slightly when junkyu switches to korean and suddenly becomes much easier to understand. wait, then why didn’t we just talk like this to begin with? something about junkyu’s comment makes his ears burn, makes him think of being the only foreigner back in elementary school. “oh no, i don’t really have a brother. i was just trying to make a joke about the, uh… but… yeah! i was have a little trouble keeping up so i think i messed it up,” he says with a sheepish laugh. 

junkyu doesn’t look like a mean person, so rain thinks he means it when he says fun, but rain still quickens his pace just the slightest bit. decisiveness has never been his strong suit, and this level of uncertainty can’t be good for him on an empty stomach. “yeah, i live around here, so i guess we will be! i’ve never had anyone to run with before. how far do you usually go?” he’s only trying to gauge how the rest of his morning might go, but then, to his horror, his mouth runs on, “maybe you can give me some english pointers while we’re going.”

“neither have i.” junkyu doesn’t think he’s to blame for the awkward rockiness of their beginning (though he definitely is), but he does think that it’s his duty to save this situation while he can. step one:  find mutual ground. perhaps being lone runners isn’t the best material to work with, but it’s what he has. “i don’t think too many people around here want to wake up this early. the ones who do definitely don’t choose to get up and run. if they do, i sure haven’t seen them. but look at us! now we’re running buddies. i love that for us.”

he’s talking too much and, because of it, it takes him longer than it should to realize he’s beginning to fall behind rain. that doesn’t make sense, though; junkyu had so carefully matched his pace! (he’s not... trying to outrun him, is he?) no worries. he quickens his step just enough to be side-by-side again. “there’s a little flag we should be coming up on... soon? that marks the end of my route. i put it there a while back. it’s pink. if you get there before me, i’ll give you some english pointers.”

and so, he’s proposed a race. he doesn’t wait for rain to agree, either; as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he’s already trying to creep ahead. “i’ll give you just one for free, though. english speakers love saying yeah, no and no, yeah. so which one do they mean, you might ask? whichever one is said last.” then, he’s full-on sprinting.

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. thread. #w/ rain. #this is so awkward i'm so sorry @ rain

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𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 @hannjunkyu· !!

             what a lovely day.

            it had been quite a while since the last time sungho had had enough time to allow himself to go out on a walk— truth be told, he couldn’t remember the last time he went out by himself without having to worry about getting something done in the back of his hand. recently, there wasn’t too much going on at work and with the holiday season having officially passed, there was even less to do. a wonderful time to pick up a new hobby or something … but then again, he was too lazy for that. going on walks was good enough for now.

           just a couple of minutes into his daily hike however, he suddenly remembered why he had never been an outdoorsy person in the first place. bugs. bugs everywhere. even during this time of year.

           after trying to fight off what felt like a swarm of beetles— in reality, one singular ladybug had made the unfortune decision to sit on his shoulder— he spotted someone else walking down the same path. oh shit. trying to act like he hadn’t just screamed at the top of his lungs, sungho dusted off his shoulder and puffed out his chest. “ you didn’t see anything. ” that was probably not the best thing to say, given the fact that even if he really didn’t see or hear him, that phrase would certainly make him want to know just what he wasn’t supposed to have seen.

junkyu could think of fifty better ways to be spending his time than taking a walk. begging his manager for an extra shift, maybe, or studying for his ged, or unpacking some boxes in his still-new living arrangements, or… well, the list was a mile long. too long. it was better to not think about it. that way he could fully relax and just be one with nature, you know?

a sudden piercing scream shattered any chance of that happening. it didn’t really startle him, though. he was quick to spot sungho, and even if he hadn’t, the noise would’ve been thought of more as a nuisance than a source of fear. “i certainly heard it, though,” he informed, small smile taking place on his features. half-mocking, but in good fun; there definitely wasn’t any malice to be found.

“you practicing your high notes out here, in the privacy of…” he looked around―more for show than anything else―before continuing, “a public trail? not that private, actually. but i guess this is the place to do it.” he laughed under his breath, hoping that the joke would land with sungho, too. “just kidding. did you see a snake or something?”

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. thread. #w/ sungho. #i'm really sorry that i took a Literal week to reply to this! #i have no grip on time at all rn #i sat down and looked at a wall and suddenly it was tuesday again

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iseuls:

the flash of pink knocks rain off his one-two pace, and he stumbles. “a-ah– hi!” as soon as he recovers, he flashes his sudden jogging partner a friendly smile. rain recognizes them long before he remembers their name: pink hair, graciegrace clerk, potential fellow english-speaker(?). junkyu, wasn’t it? the details return quickly, spearheaded by the particular memory of a painful conversation with him struggling to keep up with what junkyu was saying. it hadn’t been unpleasant, per se – he just hadn’t been sure if he was being pranked or patronized or what, and he hadn’t wanted to assume wrongly and then made to look like an idiot. he could have probably just asked junkyu and clarified it all, but the logical solution at the time had felt like simply vowing to never talk to junkyu again.

like that’s working out so far.

rain, right, that’s me. yes, i’m running. we both are. a beat. oh no, are we going to run together? he knew he should’ve just run laps in his kitchen! “sun… oh, you mean my brother?” rain gives a little laugh, assuming junkyu’s trying to make a joke about his name. maybe this could be salvaged after all. “yeah, we run together every day, but he’s always faster! probably because he’s the sun. get it? because the sun is always…” but he tapers off when the quip sounds distinctly less funny out loud than it did in his brain, and rain wishes he’d just stopped and put his head in the sand instead. “…never mind, sorry, i don’t know what i’m saying. do you run– like to run too?”

somehow, junkyu misses the punchline. the joke flies over his head, but the literal meaning doesn’t and he squints a little, trying to see if there’s another man running ahead of them. he doesn’t see anyone. “you have brother called seon?” he asks, trying to piece together why rain uses an english name and his brother doesn’t. maybe rain likes to stand out, he thinks and snickers to himself. he’s not completely keeping up with what rain’s saying, but he notices the way he cuts himself off and then seems to stumble over his question; hints that he might be struggling with the language.

“sorry, let’s use korean,” he decides, switching to the aforementioned language. “it seems like you’re having a little trouble with english. that’s okay, though. it’s not something to be embarrassed about. i’m pretty advanced, so i understand not being able to keep up.” it’s a ridiculous claim, and anyone who doesn’t know junkyu all that well would likely assume that he’s cracking a joke. truth be told, he believes it. he’s always been just a little too confident — one thing that’ll probably never change. finally, he remembers the question, gives a rushed answer of, “yeah, i like to run.” too much, maybe, considering the fact that he’s completely comfortable with holding a conversation while doing so. he has a brief thought that he might be intruding, maybe he should back off, but tells himself that that’s ridiculous.

“you said you have a brother? he must be really fast if he’s ahead of us. i can’t even see anyone.” is he a show-off? he must be a show-off. “anyway, if you’re going to be running here every day, then we’ll be seeing each other a lot. that’s fun!”

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. thread. #w/ rain. #(oh no. are we going to run together?) that has no business being so funny omg #sorry that this took so long btw!

[hannjunkyu]

sorry for my late message replies, To Be Real i have been tired and lazy but i swearrrrrr you’ll all be hearing from me tomorrow and we can get some threads going fr!

#to be deleted. #i’m still vv present #not dipping at alllllll

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#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. musing. #/ wanted connection. #junkyu's a wannabe idol OF COURSE he likes pop music #but please... give me someone who likes some rly niche genres #and he's like omg no way me too #side note: i'm gonna try to sleep but will reply to everything in the morning

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@iseuls

one foot in front of the other. morning jogs have been a part of junkyu’s daily routine for years now, always predictable. treading the same route, listening to the same playlist, the same brand of earbuds being half-used; some pop song that had once graced the charts blares into his left ear (always the left ear), but he leaves the other open for the sound of the ocean waves. it’s nice to have a routine, but he can admit that it feels painfully uneventful sometimes. so when he sees someone else jogging ahead of him, he picks up his pace.

recognition brightens his face when he realizes who, exactly, the other person is  —  iseul. rain? he’s heard both names used for the newcomer, and his mind temporarily blanks. he may be an early riser, but it’s still too early for this. “hey, ris—...” he tries, but cuts himself off. riseul. that’s not right. he thinks his music’s distracting him, so he takes the other earbud out as well and simply lets the wires dangle on his shoulders. “rain. run? rain run.” he matches his pace with rain’s so that they’re jogging side by side, stepping into the other’s morning uninvited. he nods towards the skyline where the sun is steadily creeping up, tries to say something like isn’t the sunrise so pretty?, but what comes out is, “sun runs, too.” still, he thinks it gets the point across. he even gives himself a mental pat on the back for being so eloquent with his english.

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. thread. #w/ rain.

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hello! i’m peyton  &  i’m going to be writing for han junkyu aka the cookie skeleton aka the cringiest man on either of the islands, probably (but he doesn’t believe in cringe culture so it’s okay!) go ahead and leave a  ♡  if you’re interested in plotting with us and i’ll send you an im!

𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓.

twenty-one and clueless. do not ask him about his future.

very artistically-inclined. his parents (especially his mom) placed greater emphasis on self-expression and creativity than education while he was growing up, which greatly shaped the man he is now. he’s been painting for longer than he’s been reading, so you could say it’s his most ~refined~ skill

but he’s also been dancing and acting for a while, too. initially trained in contemporary dance, but he’s more interested in hiphop now! also super into singing... i’ll just say this: if it’s creative/artistic, he’s into it! does have a tendency to spread himself too thin and has always been this way, so while he has various skills, he lacks a specialization.

used to be really promising. claimed that he was going to be a star and everyone believed it. unlike most kids, he had a very clear plan and was headed in the right direction. plus, he was well-known in the community, well-liked. very respectable kid

perhaps his parents gave him the wrong impression bc he ended up dropping out of high school and he was like “haha you told me education wasn’t that important” and they were like “we didn’t think you’d drop out??!?!”

and then things started going downhill because he kept traveling to auditions and participating in online auditions as well for all kinds of companies (modeling agencies, acting agencies, idol agencies bc mf didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, still kind of doesn’t) and most of the time he was able to pass the blind round but every time agents found out he’s a hs dropout, they put a strike through his name.

ended up FINALLY getting an offer in early 2020-ish but was told he’d have to relocate to seoul and, as it turns out, junkyu’s a fuckin coward. didn’t want to leave his people so he turned it down much to..... Everyone’s dismay

now he’s working part-time as a cashier / sales associate / whatever at graciegrace! wants to work full-time, but atm he’s stuck begging his coworkers to give him some shifts and upselling like crazy to try to prove that he!!!! deserves to be a full-time employee!!!!

yes it’s the most expensive store on the island... yes he only works there because he needs that employee discount... yes he wears exclusively graciegrace clothes while he’s on shift and nonchalantly strikes poses like he’s a fuckin model while he’s supposed to be cleaning the shelfs and organizing displays... mind ur business!

his parents don’t really like him atm because he had Such A Bright Future and now he’s a retail worker, so he’s living on his own which means he needs money even more bc he doesn’t have his parents to leech off of. if not to feed himself, then to feed his trio of hamsters. so he sells artwork as a side hustle

mainly commissioned stuff bc if he just painted what he wants to, it would be anime girls sipping lemonade by the pool and no one would buy any of his pieces, so. gotta give the people what they want..... he likes to work in a ~dreamy~ kind of style with pastel color schemes, but he’ll rly do whatever if he’s getting that coin

junkyu’s obsessed with anime. started watching it shortly before he dropped out of hs, got really into it as a method of escapism after he dropped out and realized that life is hard. 9/10 times, if he’s meeting someone for the first time, he’s going to compare them to some background character from a niche anime that only nerds like him would know. i’m Personally not an anime fan so i can’t provide examples but jus take my word for it

kind of speaks japanese? he’s been studying it for a few years because he wants to watch anime without subtitles and he’s...... decent, but not fluent by any means

currently has hot pink hair because (1) he wants to and (2) he’s matching with an anime girl he likes atm.... guess who she is

obsessed with all things pretty/cute. buys a lot of sweets simply for the packaging which he REALLY needs to stop doing because he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, so they usually go to waste. collects stuffed animals, not afraid to admit it. will go crazy any time he sees a cat, dog or any other soft animal that will let him pet it. 

his wardrobe’s full of pink, his home is full of pink, his phone case is pink, his favorite pair of sneakers is pink. kind of shocking to anyone who’s just getting to know him because who the fuck can see SO MUCH of one color and not get sick of it... junkyu! that’s who!

still wants to be involved in the entertainment business, kinda too scared to leave so these days he’s planning on opening up a theater in town. except apparently there are certain qualifications you have to have and..... Money’s Involved..... so he’s currently working towards a ged, don’t ask him about it

has a ton of random luggage and packed boxes in his house bc he’s lowkey always thinking about leaving, just doesn’t really have the guts to actually do it.

doesn’t believe in cringe culture, which on one hand is good for him but on the other hand, bad for everyone else. kinda hard to handle sometimes because you want to think he’s joking when he acts the way he does, but he never is.

seems like an ~elegant artist~ when you see him from a distance, which is admittedly very intentional. dramatic, always thinking that people who might happen to spot him should fall in love with him immediately so he tries to be Oddly Mesmerizing in everything he does. the illusion always breaks when he opens his mouth.

goes for a run every single morning! if you live on starden island and happen to be an early bird, you’ve probably seen him far more often than you’d ever want to.

aesthetics:  rose petals on the floor, exaggerated confessions of love to distant acquaintances, muted cartoons in the middle of the night, strawberry icecream, sunny days, the feeling of a stranger’s dog coming over to greet you, clicking immediately with new people, the smell of fresh laundry, sunrises, 90′s anime, knowing you’re going to regret something and doing it anyway, neon shutter sunglasses.

#intro.

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some loser: i hate glitter it gets everywhere it's so annoying!!!

me: (ﾉಠ◡ಠ)ﾉ・。*。✧・゜゜・。✧:☆. :*ﾟ

#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. musing.

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#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. musing.

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#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. musing.

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#𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔. visage.