#Happy National Tap Dance Day

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YOU’VE GOT TO TWIST YOUR BODY, TWIRL IT ALL AROUND! ⠀⸻⠀ meet the members!⠀⠀cw mentions of suicide, death.⠀long post !!!

Born in February 1998 to a small town in Daejeon, DOYEON had a relatively quiet life growing up. It was a place where everyone knew everyone, where people met up on weekends in town halls or community centres to share coffee and cake and pour over puzzles. There wasn’t much excitement, but DOYEON didn’t mind. He liked afternoons spent playing with his younger brother, or helping his mother in the kitchen. He didn’t need much entertainment to keep him happy, and was perfectly content as he was.

Or at least, he thought he was. The restlessness started to fester at around the age of thirteen, and it was a slippery slope from that point onwards. He’d seen all the movies in their singular cinema more than twice over, had tried every position there was possible without hurting himself on the swings in their tiny park (at one point he could hook his legs over the top bar and let himself hang, using it more like a gymnast than a bored child), and was sick to death of the jigsaws he helped with every weekend. He felt lost for a while, stuck still on his feet without an end destination in sight, retreating into his shell and keeping his head down—until he saw an rerun of Inkigayo playing on the old tv strung up in the corner of the café he had grown to like, and then all of a sudden he had brand new dream, a brand new goal to strive towards.

It was more the dance than the whole idol thing that DOYEON was interested in, and he enrolled himself into a few classes the second he was able. Dancing was all he did for the next few months. On the way home from school following whatever rhythm he was making up in his head, in his bedroom copying along to various choreographies, even while sitting down his feet would be tapping along to a beat no-one could hear but him. He was obsessed, poured everything he had into it. It felt like he’d finally found his true calling, and one day in 2015 while walking home from a lesson a FNC scouter seemed to think so too. He was introduced, handed a business card, and had shaken the man’s hand before he was gone again and DOYEON was left dazed and with a new opportunity tucked into his hand.

An opportunity he took, of course. His mother was worried about the move to Seoul, but DOYEON assured her he would call every week, ruffled his younger brother’s hair just to watch him complain, and boarded the train to his new trainee life. One that, once he was finally able to debut with SLOW MOTION, would have a rather sad end a little over a year after their 2019 debut. There was no egregious scandal or vicious fight between the five members that tore them apart, but instead they just.. Fell flat. With nothing to do, and not much chance to dance in front of adoring crowds like he’d wanted since he was young, when JAGUAR approached he was biting at the bit to take the chance.

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STAGE NAME⠀DOYEON ( 도연 )

BIRTH NAME⠀KIL DOYEON ( 길도연 )

BIRTH DATE⠀11 FEBRUARY, 1998

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀DAEJEON, SK

HOMETOWN⠀DAEJEON, SK

ETHNICITY⠀KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀KOREAN

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

COMPANY⠀FNC ( 2015—2019 )⠀JAGUAR ( 2019—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀FOUR

POSITION⠀LEADER, MAIN DANCER

DEBUT DATE⠀12 MAR, 2019⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

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FACE CLAIM⠀JI CHANGMIN

HEIGHT⠀175 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀56 KG ( 123 LBS )

JALEN was born on a late spring evening in April 1997, to a nightclub-owner of a father and a karaoke-loving office worker mother—right in the very heart of Beijing. Music and dance and the raucous laughter of the young partygoers as they drunkenly tottered down in search of the next club to hit, shoes clattering on the uneven cobbles of the city streets that sat right outside his little flat’s bedroom window, were something he grew up with practically ingrained in him.

With no siblings to keep him company, and not many friends at school to bunk off classes or mess around on the walk home with, JALEN turned to music instead. At first it was just his hesitant accompaniment of his mother whenever she made use of her weekend off to enjoy a couple of hours at their local KTV, but from there it started to spiral. He loved singing with everything in him, really, but he also wanted to try and make some of his own. He was mostly self-taught, watching tutorials late into the night and messing around on his phone, starting with only simple mixes of his favourite songs, and then at around the age of seventeen/eighteen was when he started picking up DJ sets in his father’s club to really try his hand at the craft.

Becoming an idol was never really part of the plan. He would’ve been happy to work at the club for however many more years he saw fit, until his mother sat him down and pointed out that he could go so much further if he tried to get deeper into the industry rather than simply scratching the surface of Beijing’s nightlife scene. METRONOME was never at the top of his list either, but the auditions were the closest, and so on a hot summers day in mid 2015 the freshly eighteen year old JALEN packed a bag for the four-hour bullet train ride to Shanghai and performed the best he could for the panel before him—a simple song and dance routine he’d learnt back-to-front.

It was apparently deemed good enough for them to take him on, and so he made his move to Korea and the next three years were spent training until the eventual debut of ALGORHYTHM. But it only took a single member leaving for them to fall apart and for JALEN to be left with nothing else to do other than make beat after beat on his shitty laptop that he stubbornly refused to upgrade and then make up the routines for them in his head afterwards—until, of course, JAGUAR happened, and his life began to pick up speed again.

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STAGE NAME⠀JALEN ( 잘렌 )

BIRTH NAME⠀DUAN JIEYANG ( 段揭阳 )

BIRTH DATE⠀27 APRIL, 1997

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀BEIJING, CN

HOMETOWN⠀BEIJING, CN

ETHNICITY⠀CHINESE

NATIONALITY⠀CHINESE

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

COMPANY⠀METRONOME MEDIA ( 2015—2019 )⠀JAGAUR ( 2019—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀THREE

POSITION⠀MAIN VOCALIST, LEAD DANCER

DEBUT DATE⠀16 JAN, 2018⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

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FACE CLAIM⠀QIAN KUN

HEIGHT⠀176 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀60 KG ( 132 LBS )

Hailing from the very centre of Gangnam in the cold month of November 1999, with a near-supermodel mother and talent agent father, HAEIL had grown up vaguely in and around the rich and the famous. And while his older sister basked in the spare attention they naturally got as a result, HAEIL himself wasn’t too keen. The camera flashes made his eyes sting, the microphones shoved in his face by reporters with leering grins on their faces as they asked him—a child, barely nine or ten or twelve or whatever age he was when they did it—how it felt to have such wonderful people for parents made him want to turn and run back to his room, and the general feeling of being watched made his skin crawl, made him want to lash out and start yelling until it all stopped.

But it turned out he didn’t know how good he had it. Late 2011 was when his life came crashing down, so fast it almost felt like a blur. One day he was stopping in the corner shop to buy lunch for himself before school, and the next he was standing stock still in front of the newspaper stand staring at his mother’s debauched face streaked with makeup and mouth open in an angry scream at whoever was taking her photo. ‘Model caught in cheating scandal,’ read the fine print underneath, and then he was snatching a copy and running out of the store, back to the apartment, ignoring the yells coming after him. He reread the story until none of the words made sense anymore, until his father found him in his room and snatched it out of his hands.

The cameras and the microphones and the reporters got worse after that. His mother was nowhere to be seen, his sister didn’t revel in the attention so much as despise it, his father was a silent shell of who he used to be, and HAEIL himself wanted to scrub his life off of his skin, start over completely. That chance came only a year later, when he was approached on the tube of all places, on the way to school. The METRONOME representative had to tap him three times on the shoulder to get him to take his headphones off, and the first words he spoke to him were “Would you like to be an idol?”. It was his chance to make his name be associated with something other than his mother, wrapped in a bow named ALGORHYTHM, and HAEIL could do nothing but agree.

Alas, his chance didn’t last long. All his years of training turned out to be useless after ALGORHYTHM fell to the wayside after the departure of LEVI. He wanted to be known for something other than having a mess of a mother, but all that got him was being known for being in the group that couldn’t cope with one less member. He was desperate for a third chance, a final opportunity to make a name for himself, and so when JAGUAR rolled around he practically couldn't say yes fast enough.

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STAGE NAME⠀HAEIL ( 해일 )

BIRTH NAME⠀JEON HAEIL ( 전해일 )

BIRTH DATE⠀15 NOVEMBER, 1999

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀GANGNAM, SK

HOMETOWN⠀GANGNAM, SK

ETHNICITY⠀KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀KOREAN

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

COMPANY⠀METRONOME MEDIA ( 2012—2019 )⠀JAGUAR ( 2019—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀SIX

POSITION⠀LEAD VOCALIST, LEAD RAPPER

DEBUT DATE⠀16 JAN, 2018⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

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FACE CLAIM⠀GOO GUNIL

HEIGHT⠀172 CM ( 5’8” )

WEIGHT⠀53 KG ( 116 LBS )

Born in the busiest part of Chongqing in January 2001, as the youngest to two older sisters and a branch-manager mother far too busy for her own good, YIJUN didn’t have heaps in common with his family growing up. His friends from school were fine, but it was all skin-deep. None of them ever wanted to hang around after classes were over, or go to the cinema when the latest flick came out, or hit the shopping streets whenever they had a bit of pocket money to spare on weekends. He was left to his own devices for a large amount of his younger years, and more often than not that translated into him being led awake at three in the morning with his phone propped up on the pillow before him while he led and watched music show reruns all night.

Rap had always been something he was interested in. It was a genre that stretched far beyond his imagination, and he wanted to learn every inch of it: how to go fast, how to slow it down, how to keep to a beat and make it sound good at the same time. How you could mumble, words barely intelligible, and still make something worthwhile—however niche the audience for it might’ve been. He liked it so much he started to try it out for himself, bit by bit. Always in the quiet confines of his own bedroom, always with only himself to hear whatever words came out of his mouth.

He practised until he thought he was good enough, took to taking free sample beats from SoundCloud and rapping over them before uploading them on his own account even if a grand total of only 12 people listened to them. He practised until a calm summer day in 2016, when he was walking home from school and watched as a poster came drifting to the floor from where it’d been hastily plastered onto the side of the graffiti-covered bus shelter, one that simply read JAGUAR AUDITIONS with the time and place in fine print underneath. And while he’d never really believed in anything spiritual, the ‘divine interferences’ his oldest sister seemed to be marginally obsessed with, it was as if it had been placed there specifically for YIJUN to find it, and he wasn’t going to ignore such a glaringly obvious sign like that.

So he skipped school one early winter day, caught the train armed with his phone and the clothes on his back and barely enough money for a ticket, and walked into the auditions room like he owned the place. From there it was pressing play on the track he’d cobbled together in the weeks leading up to that very moment, looking them all dead in the eyes, and trying not to lose his nerve.

It worked, and he was moving out as soon as he got the chance. His mother accompanied him on the long plane ride over, gave him a short hug for the first time in what felt like years, and then he was left to his own devices once again, to get used to his new routine at JAGUAR. He was over the moon when he was given a chance to be in a group named BONSOIR, but all that excitement disappeared after the addition of JAEHEE—a blatant outsider, someone who didn’t fit in the slightest. YIJUN didn’t care all that much about the article that was known to many as BONSOIR’s downfall because, to him, BONSOIR wasn’t a group at all if JAEHEE was there. He wasn’t all that happy when given the offer of debuting with CHERRYADE, either, but he did it anyway—if only to terrorise JAEHEE some more.

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STAGE NAME⠀YIJUN ( 宜君 )

BIRTH NAME⠀QIAO YIJUN ( 喬宜君 )

BIRTH DATE⠀26 JANUARY, 2001

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀CHONGQING, CN

HOMETOWN⠀CHONGQING, CN

ETHNICITY⠀CHINESE

NATIONALITY⠀CHINESE

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

COMPANY⠀JAGUAR ( 2016—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀THREE

POSITION⠀MAIN RAPPER, CENTRE

DEBUT DATE⠀22 OCT, 2019⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

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FACE CLAIM⠀ZHONG CHENLE

HEIGHT⠀176 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀58 KG ( 128 LBS )

On a sticky summer night in Chiang Mai was when GOGO was born, June 2002. Despite his Thai hometown, he was born to two Korean parents (an eccentric traveller of a mother and a stay-at-home father who would willingly follow wherever she wanted to go next), and grew up having to juggle between speaking one language at school and another at home. This didn’t last forever, though, because at the age of eight their family of four (extended by the original three when his younger brother was born, when GOGO was seven and very much against the prospect of a wailing, screaming, wriggly thing he’d have to call his sibling) packed up and moved to Yangsan, in a country that was technically his homeland but didn’t at all feel like it.

Yangsan lasted for barely a year. Just when he’d been settling in, learning how to talk like the boys at his school did, how to leave his tie loose the way they did, how to act like they did, they were handing in their final rent payment and making the move to Jeonju. And just when he was finally making closer friends, getting to know the twists and turns of the neighbourhood like the back of his own hand, they were packing up again, and then Suncheon was his newest home at age 11. he almost didn’t dare to breathe, worried to say a singular word to his classmates in fear he’d get told the next day they had a new apartment waiting for them in another city far away, and he was right for it. Ulsan came a month before he turned 12, and it was where he and his family—the only people that hadn’t changed, his father and mother and irritating younger brother—finally settled.

So he adjusted. He blended in. He made friends, got comfortable, and soon it was like he’d been there since the day he was born all over again. His days were spent joking and laughing and play fighting, slipping out of the school gates before the first bell rang to the nearby arcades and basketball courts and crowding up against each other with someone’s phone propped up on a bench while they tried to learn the latest EXO choreography, then lying through his teeth back home about all the things he’d supposedly ‘learnt’ that day in lessons. His audition came about in a similar way—a mild September afternoon in 2015, while he and his friends were bunking off, wandering down the city streets, one saw a sign advertising SM walk-in auditions and hit him on the shoulder to grab his attention. “I dare you to go in there” was what he said, and GOGO could do nothing but agree. It seemed his mostly-freestyled routine to the tune of EL DORADO playing out of his phone speakers was enough to impress, or at least convince the people sitting in front of him that he had some potential, because the next thing he knew he was being told he should be expecting a callback. Then came the goodbyes, the moving into dorms, and the practice, day in and day out. 

He was perfectly content there, happy with his members and the group and the multiple sub-units he was given the chance to debut in—until he wasn’t. GOGO himself didn’t really know what changed, he just didn’t feel right there anymore. Didn’t feel like he fit. So when JAGUAR reached out with a request for him to join their little roster for a new group set to debut in 2021, it was all he could do to agree. He doesn’t regret a thing, and would do the exact same even if he was given a chance to go back.

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STAGE NAME⠀GOGO ( 고고 )

BIRTH NAME⠀HWAN MINHUI ( 환민희 )

BIRTH DATE⠀16 JUNE, 2002

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀CHIANG MAI, TH

HOMETOWN⠀CHIANG MAI, TH

ETHNICITY⠀KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀KOREAN

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

COMPANY⠀SM ( 2015—2019 )⠀JAGUAR ( 2019—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀FOUR

POSITION⠀MAIN DANCER, LEAD VOCALIST

DEBUT DATE⠀8 AUG, 2019⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

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FACE CLAIM⠀YEOM TAEGYUN

HEIGHT⠀176 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀54 KG ( 118 LBS )

Suwon was where JAEHEE was born, in the month July 2002. As a child he only had his mother, his father having parted ways with the two in exchange for a new job in America. He was content with just the two of them until 2009, when his mother remarried and he was suddenly made to make nice and live with his new older step-brother and younger step-sister. It was a hard change for JAEHEE, and more often than not he felt left out, isolated from the new family of four as the forgotten middle child. He started to retreat into himself then, not going out unless it was to go to school or when sent on errands. There was nothing much to do except watch dramas all day, and it was then that he came to the quiet realisation that he wanted to try it out. The idea of pretending to be a different person, even if it was only for an hour or two in a school play, was something JAEHEE found he liked the idea of quite a bit.

He began acting by joining the drama club in school, and threw his all into it immediately. There he wasn’t the quiet JAEHEE, the one that barely greeted his mother and step-father when he got home before rushing up to his room, but instead he could be the sociable one, the one that greeted everyone with a smile and always had friends hanging off of his arms. He first got asked whether he wanted to be a real actor in 2015, and couldn’t be happier. From there it was a lot of forms and paperwork and older, far more important people than the talent scout he’d first been in touch with asking about where he wanted to go with his career, and him having to leave all of his school friends behind to enrol in a proper acting school, and lessons on etiquette and respect and a whole load of other things that made his head spin. Still, he loved every minute of it, and isn’t too ashamed to admit that he cried when he landed his first role—a minor one, with only a handful of lines, but a role all the same.

The want for change came around three years later, early 2018. It wasn’t like he’d lost his love for acting, but more that he felt he wasn’t going anywhere. It was background character after background character, extra after extra, and he was starting to get sick of it. He wanted something different, a complete cleanse. A challenge. That thought process was what led him down a year-long spiral that eventually landed him at JAGUAR in December, where he had to take a moment and ask himself if the life of an idol was what he really wanted.

But, at the end of the day, he didn’t think it would be too much of a high hurdle to jump over. He already had the whole pretend-to-be-a-different-person act down to a T, and the rest could be learnt and improved on with time. So he signed the form, started training, and it was then decided he would be debuting with BONSOIR. JAEHEE was wary, aware of the single they’d already released as a four, and for good reason—it was like they all couldn’t stand the sight of him, bar maybe HYEONMIN on good days. It was like walking on broken glass barefooted every day with them, and when the article that ripped back the curtain on how he was treated was released he could admit that he was a little relieved. And that relief only grew when he was told he was then going to be in a shiny, new, group—even if YIJUN (the one who, without a doubt, hated him the most) was going to be right there him.

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STAGE NAME⠀JAEHEE ( 재희 )

BIRTH NAME⠀AHN JAEHEE ( 안재희 )

BIRTH DATE⠀8 JULY, 2002

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀SUWON, SK

HOMETOWN⠀SUWON, SK

ETHNICITY⠀KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀KOREAN

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL, ACTOR ( FORMER )

COMPANY⠀JAGUAR ( 2018—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀ONE

POSITION⠀LEAD RAPPER, VISUAL

DEBUT DATE⠀22 OCT, 2019⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

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FACE CLAIM⠀CHOI HYUNWOOK

HEIGHT⠀181 CM ( 5’11” )

WEIGHT⠀70 KG ( 154 LBS )

HASUN wasn’t born into any sort of stardom—far from it, actually, with a mild-mannered librarian father and a mother that passed away a mere few months after he was born into a quaint neighbourhood in Incheon, August 2003—but he was very close to it. His father’s sister just so happened to be the mother of one CHOI YOONHAE, who in around 2015 would reach his peak as JAGUAR’s most successful (and only) soloist, claiming his place as reigning king over the quickly deteriorating duo JUST4U. His older cousin was what inspired him to want to be an idol in the first place. He wanted to sing just like him, dance just like him, succeed and soar to heights that at the time felt unattainable just like him.

Singing was where he thought to start. In the shower to instrumentals of his favourite songs, under his breath while studying or doing odd jobs in the library his father worked at, at the noraebang after school with his friends, belting out the lyrics louder than all of them. It was like his lifeline, and he was biting at the bit to be able to audition for JAGUAR. His father finally let him a month after his thirteenth birthday in 2016, on the strict condition that YOONHAE and his younger sister, EUNHEE (who had just recently started to work at the company also) were to watch over him any time they got the chance to make sure he was settling in alright. He painstakingly chose a song to audition with, practised it until he could sing the verses in his sleep (with a little dance to go along with it, a number he did so many times he almost wore out the soles of his favourite trainers), and his father came with him to the audition hall to cheer him on and treat him to hotpot afterwards.

When he finally got the news of his acceptance, he nearly cried out of joy. Despite it being a generally well-known fact that trainee life wasn’t always the best of experiences, HASUN loved every minute of it—turning up to every practice with a grin so wide it looked as if his face hurt from the force of it. Even when he was deemed not the right fit for BONSOIR did he become disheartened. He just kept on going, smiling all the while.

That was, until YOONHAE was found to have taken his own life in his penthouse apartment on a cold morning in December 2018. However much JAGUAR tried to sweep all news of it under the carpet, keep as much press away from it as possible, it still happened. And the worst part of it was the 15-year-old HASUN was standing outside the very block of flats the morning it was discovered, EUNHEE by his side as they stared on in silence. He almost went through a complete personality shift then, withdrawing into himself completely. There was no sunny smile anymore, and no laughter either.

But despite all of this, the tragedy that had befallen his family and himself, HASUN stayed. It took a good year or so after YOONHAE’s death for it to happen, but he started to gradually improve again, small smiles making their appearances again and mood seeming to brighten up, however slowly it was happening. He’s certainly not the same person as he was when he was thirteen, but he’s trying his best.

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STAGE NAME⠀HASUN ( 하선 )

BIRTH NAME⠀LEE HASUN ( 이하선 )

BIRTH DATE⠀7 AUGUST, 2003

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀INCHEON, SK

HOMETOWN⠀INCHEON, SK

ETHNICITY⠀KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀KOREAN

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

COMPANY⠀JAGUAR ( 2016—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀FIVE

POSITION⠀MAIN VOCALIST, MAKNAE

DEBUT DATE⠀1 AUG, 2021

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FACE CLAIM⠀LEE SOHEE

HEIGHT⠀176 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀52 KG ( 114 LBS )

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The Fairytale Ball

Book: The Royal Heir Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade) Characters: Liam Rys, MC (Jade), royal heir (Elise), Maxwell Beaumont, Hana Lee Rating: T Word count: 3415 Reading time: ~13min Summary: The Queen's Ball is the event of the year for the young generations. But Princess Elise isn't as happy everyone hoped she would be on her debut. Based on the prompt: @choicesnovchallenge: National Princess Day

Author’s notes:

Jade Bourbon-Rys, Elise Bourbon-Rys, Charlotte Amaranth, Zain and Gael Maldonado are creations of this author. The other characters belong to Pixelberry Studios;

This oneshot is part of Liam and Jade's universe, but I'm sure you'll have no problem reading it if you never read anything from my TRR series.

"One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three," Hana counted as she passed by, watching every young couple dancing in the ballroom. 

"Relax your shoulders, Toshio." Maxwell instructed, gently tapping a young boy's shoulder.

"That's beautiful, Marnie!" Hana praised another girl.

In the corner of the ballroom, Elise counted the steps as she tried to follow her partner's steps. Her mother and godmother always said Cordonian Waltz wasn't that hard. She just had to let her partner lead. Unfortunately, the dance partner Queen Mother Regina chose for her wasn't as good advertised. At least, not in her opinion.

"Ow!" The boy complained, wincing in pain.

"Sorry, Zain..." She said with a weak and apologetic smile.

"Is everything okay?" Hana asked, placing a hand on Elise's shoulder.

Elise grimaced. She knew her godmother wouldn't scold her as her grandmother probably would. But she still didn't wish to disappoint.

"It's alright, ma'am," Zain forced a smile as he continued to dance. 

How could he go on, given how hard she stepped on his foot? It was a mystery to her. 

The Queen's Ball was an annual ball/cotillion hosted by Queen Jade of Cordonia during Elise’s month of birthday to raise funds for the orphanages and community centers of the kingdom. It was a tradition in which all noble women she knew were involved and her mother was adamant about the princess joining the young couples dance this year. However, she couldn't say she was as excited to join as she hoped to be.

"One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two—"

"OW!" Zain whined. 

This time, however, it got a few other couple’s attention. The music stopped.

"Crap... I'm so sorry, Zain..."

"It's okay, Your Highness. I'm fine," the boy murmured.

"Watch out for Princess Klutzy, Zain!" A female voice in the middle of the room mocked. A voice Elise was unfortunately quite familiar with.

Suppressed giggles echoed in the ballroom.

Elise glared at Lady Charlotte, who replied with a smirk.

"That's enough." Maxwell called out, a rare scowl adorning her godfather's face. "Back to your places, everyone!" 

"Pay close attention to your partner, ladies. And don't forget your posture," Hana said, roughly straightening Charlotte's head.

Elise pressed her lips together to hide a smile when Zain winced again. 

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah... I'm kinda beat from football practice."

The princess frowned watching the boy kept dancing, trying to disguise he was limping slightly. 

"It's okay if you admit I hurt your foot. We can take a break."

"I'm fine, Your Highness."

"You don't have to play nice with me. And you don't have to call me Your Highness all the time. I don’t call Lord Zain of Bellmere."

"All right... If you let me lead, we'll do a lot better, you know," Zain suggested.

Elise smiled shyly. "Okay..."

Maybe she was overthinking again and just needed to chill. She had tons of dance classes over the years. Cordonian Waltz wasn't that hard after all.

For the next couple of minutes, things went smoothly between them. The princess even started to enjoy the dance and the company of the young Earl of Bellmere.

"One, two, three. One, two, three. Excellent! Now spin!" Hana instructed.

"Ready?" Zain asked.

"Yeah," Elise nodded.

But as Zain lifted her arm for the princess to spin, a couple bumped into them, pushing them both on the floor. 

Laughter rose in the ballroom as Hana and Maxwell rushed to help Elise and Zain.

"Damnit!" Zain complained, massaging his left foot.

"I'm so sorry..."

"Are you two alright?" Hana asked in worry.

"My foot hurts..." Zain winced.

Elise frowned.

"I told you Princess two left feet would hurt you." Charlotte snickered.

Something snapped on Elise as she heard Charlotte's voice again. Standing up, the princess stomped her way to the other girl and jumped over her. 

"Elise, no!" Maxwell yelled and darted to the princess, followed by the royal guards.

"You stuck-up bitch!" The princess bellowed as she mounted on the girl, grabbing her hair with both hands. 

Before Elise could do any real damage, four guards split the girls while the others sent everybody out. 

A few hours later

Steps and murmurs reverberated through the walls as Elise sobbed in her room. The Royal guard may be discreet, but the servants loved to gossip. By the time she locked herself in her room, the entire kingdom already knew she got into another fight with Charlotte Amaranth again. But having her name on the tabloids and strangers judging her was nothing compared to Queen Jade’s reaction. And the princess certainly didn’t want to face her mother now.

Just then, a gentle knock on her door interrupted her thoughts.

“Go away!” She whined.

Much to her disappointment, the door opened. 

“Hey, you can’t tell the King to go away.”

Elise sat up as she recognized the voice. The moment her father sat on the bed, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Dad!” She croaked.

“It’s okay, my Lil Bunny…” Liam murmured.

“Is it though?”

“I just talked to Lord Zain and his parents. He had already injured his toe during football practice. He just didn’t tell anyone because he didn’t want to be cut out of the team before Junior League started.”

Elise pulled away from the embrace. “But I stepped on his foot over three times!”

“Zain mentioned it, but he still doesn’t blame you. His doctor also said that landing on his feet when he fell most likely was the real cause of the injury.”

“Fine. Now what?"

“As we speak Maxwell and Hana are searching for a new dance partner for you. So now we have another matter to talk about..."

“Ugh…” The princess laid down again, pressing her face on a pillow. 

“What happened during the rehearsal?”

“You know exactly what happened," she grumbled.

"I do. But I still want to hear your version of the incident."

Her father had a point. As always. 

She then sat up again and began to speak. "I hate Charlotte!"

"Hate is one very strong word."

"It's how I feel about her!"

"Very well. Does it justify you mounting on top of Lady Charlotte to pull her hair and beat her up?" Liam arched an eyebrow.

"She said what happened to Zain was my fault!"

"Elise, you've had spats with her before, but it never came to physical fight. What happened this afternoon that made you cross that line?"

The princess looked down at her hands.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"She is a bully, dad."

"I see..." Liam said, not surprised to hear that Madeleine's only child took after her mother.

"I don't care when she says something about me..." Elise fiddled with the hem of her sweater. 

"Did she say anything about something else?" 

"Charlotte said Aunt Hana needs to grow a backbone. She put a melted candy bar on Sophie's seat to make it look like crap and mocked her in front of the entire school."

Liam's eyes widened in surprise. "That's why Sophie was upset today."

"The only reason I didn't beat that girl up at school was because Ava and Louis stopped me so I wouldn't get suspended."

"I assume what happened this afternoon was the last straw."

"Yeah..."

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. I don't approve of what you did. This is absolutely not how we raised you and your siblings, but I understand your reasons."

"How bad is the press talking about it?"

"They're loving it. The rivalry between you two is being strongly associated with the one your mother had with Madeleine during my social season and engagements."

"Do they think Charlotte and I dislike each other because of a guy?!" Elise made a face. "Tabloids are so stupid."

Liam chuckled. "They usually are. Little did they know only Jade was fighting about a guy."

"Oh?"

"That's a story for later."

"Okay... What do we do now?"

"You go back to being my sweet daughter and future heir of the throne while your mother and I talk to the Royal Communications department to handle the press."

"But Charlotte's mom is the head of Royal Communications! Lady Madeleine will make it worse!"

"How so?"

"She doesn't like me."

"Madeleine doesn't like anyone in our family except Regina and Leo. But she's still loyal to the Crown."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Whoa..." Elise mumbled in astonishment. "Okay. If you say so..."

"You still have to apologize to her."

"Dad!"

"I'm not asking you to be friends with Lady Charlotte. Just be polite."

"But she—"

"Do it for Regina's sake. Your mother and I will be present to ensure you'll keep it civil."

Elise folded her arms. "How do you know Charlotte won't be the one to start a fight?"

"I was watching the rehearsal from the security cameras when the fight started. She can't win a fight against Sophie's turtle Pabblo."

Father and daughter exchanged looks and chuckled. 

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

“I don’t wanna dance anymore.”

"Pardon?"

"I'm not going to dance."

"Sweetheart, you've been talking about partaking in the Young Couples Dance for years," Liam tried to reason.

"I lost my dance partner, I'm the talk of the kingdom today... Maybe it's for the best." She gave her shoulders. 

"You know your mother won't like this, don't you?"

"Can you talk to her?"

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"I can try..."

"Thanks," Elise murmured, resting her head on her father's shoulder.

About an hour later

"She's not quitting!"

"My love..."

"She's not quitting, Liam!" Jade demanded, glaring at her husband from her vanity dresser mirror. "Our daughter is not a quitter!" 

"Elise doesn't want to cause a commotion with the press and the guests being in the same room as Charlotte."

"That's it?! Fine! I'll cut mini Madeleine out of the dance." Jade put down her face cream on the nightstand with full force. "There! Problem solved."

"Jade..." Liam called, staring deadpan at his wife.

"What? No one is gonna miss her anyway."

Liam suppressed a chuckle as he sat on the opposite side of the bed. "Regina won't be happy with this..."

"I don't care!"

"Don't you?"

The couple exchanged knowing looks.

Jade rolled her eyes. "Why do you always have to be reasonable?" 

"Somebody has to be. Plus, I know you don't want to have animosity with Regina."

"I created this ball for Elise! I'll be damned if I allow Madeleine's daughter or anyone to get in my daughter's way of having her dance!" Jade fumed.

"Did you truly create this ball for her or for yourself?" 

"You know precisely why this ball exists." Jade scowled.

Liam looked back at his wife and arched an eyebrow.

"Sure... Maybe I've been daydreaming about Elise's first dance with her high school crush for years. But I created the ball because she wanted to dress and dance like a princess."

"Jade, she is a princess. It's her birthright."

"This is not about monarchy and titles, Liam. Do you remember when we attended Calenvia's Baile de Debutantes? And the Queen's Debutants Ball in the UK? How mesmerized she was by cousin Manuela dancing with her girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's the only thing she hasn't experienced yet!"

"A fairytale moment."

"Exactly!"

"She was a five year old fascinated by fairytales. And I doubt her fairytale moment would come given how she barely seemed comfortable around Rashad's son."

"You don't get it, do you?" The queen pursed her lips in annoyance. "She has a Pinterest board with inspirations since she was seven. She booked herself an appointment with Galia Lahav to get an exclusive design for her gown. She may not have a crush on Zain, but they looked good together. We all saw the day she explicitly told Zain what type of flowers he should get for her corsage and his lapel!" Jade then stood up and sat next to her husband. "I'm telling you: Elise wants this. She cannot let go of her childhood dream just because that little project of Regina George pissed off my daughters."

"Hmm..." Liam pondered for a moment. "Fair point. But I guess we both know there's only one person who can convince her to attend," he said, giving his wife a knowing look.

"What if she thinks I'm forcing her to do it?" 

"You're fully capable of persuading anyone, my love," he said, kissing the back of her hand.

"Okay..." She heaved a sigh, resting her head on his shoulder.

Liam smiled as he once again realized how much his daughter took after his wife.

The next day

As the young princess finished her homework, Elise left the library and walked down the hallway, looking out the window. The Queen's

Ball night was near, so the servants began decorating the gardens, adding snowflake-shaped string lights on the walls and on the maze. The Winter Wonderland theme was her idea and she was completely sure it'd look amazing. Too bad it felt like a dream she would have to postpone for a while.

"Elise?"

The princess stopped in her tracks as she heard her mother's voice. They haven't talked since her mother left the palace to take Zain to the hospital. The queen looked furious then. Was she still mad at her?

The princess turned around to look at her. "Yes, ma'am."

"I heard you have a free schedule now. Follow me to the entertainment room."

"The entertainment room?"

"You'll understand why soon."

Oh, man... Was she going to use one of those educational videos just like the ones her parents showed Louis about STIs? Educational videos were part of her father's style of educating. Her mother's approach was a bit more straightforward.

Once they stepped into the room, Elise took a seat in one of the chairs on the back and Jade followed. On the cinema screen, small clips of Elise as a toddler dancing in the ballroom with the queen, watching her parents dance then joining them, clapping as she watched the first young couples and her dance lessons while growing up. 

As her eyes welled up, Jade changed seats to be closer to her daughter. "I know why you don't want to join the Young Couples Dance after what happened yesterday. Facing the press after a scandal isn't easy. But I want you to know why I created and have been hosting The Queen's Ball all these years."

"What?" Tears streamed down Elise's face. "But you always said it's an event to celebrate Grandma Eleanor and Grandma Elaine and help kids in need."

"I know. I'll keep mentioning them and their charity work they did because The Royal Communications said it'd be a good excuse to turn a ball into a charity event and attract more donations. But its first name was Fairytale Ball." 

"Fairytale ball?"

"Yes." Jade reached for her daughter's hand. "All I wanted was to give you a fairytale moment."

"Mom..." Elise threw her arms around her mother's neck and hugged her tightly. "Aren't you mad?"

"I should be." Jade replied, stroking Elise's hair. "I should scold you and ground you for weeks. But honestly? I wish I had slapped some people's faces during your father's social season and engagement to Madeleine."

"People?" Elise pulled away and stared wide-eyed at her mother. "Who?"

"Literally everyone in this palace except Hana and Max."

"Even uncle Drake?"

"Oh, sweetie... Drake was the worst sometimes..."

"Really?"

"We can talk about that later. Right now, I want to know what you want to do."

"I want the fairytale."

"Okay."

"But I don't have a dance partner!"

"Actually, Maxwell found three candidates for you. Next?

"Mom, there's the press…"

"Your father and I can handle them. What else?"

"I don't want to be anywhere near Charlotte."

"I can throw her in the dungeon." 

"We don't have a dungeon..."

"Well, not in this palace... But my guards can certainly escort Charlotte to Valtoria lower ground floor..." Jade commented with a sly grin.

"Mom!"

"I'm joking."

"You're so not!"

"You say it as if anyone is going to miss her..." 

Mom and daughter shared a glance and laughed.

"I want to dance. But I don't want to harm anyone in the process."

"I know..." Jade smiled, glad to realize how much her daughter had in common with her husband. "We'll figure it out. Now, onto more important things." Jade fished her phone out of her pocket and showed it to Elise. "These are your possible dance partners."

"A girl?!"

"And this lovely gender-fluid person who just won a scholarship at The Royal Dance Academy."

"Really?"

"What? We're keeping our options open just in case."

Elise looked at each picture, and though one person caught her eye, she prompted. "Mom, I don't know... Is there a way I can talk to them?"

The queen smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."

A few days later

Purple, blue and white lights tinted the Royal Palace walls as the guests arrived for the Queen's Ball, one of the most opulent events of Cornodia's social calendar. Among the many attractions of the night, young members of nobility and wealthy families across the world traveled to the Cordonian capitol to partake in the Young Couples Dance. Their hopes were to be introduced to the crème de la crème of world society, sharing their accomplishments and plans for the future. 

This year, however, the press was far more interested in news about the Royal Heir, Princess Elise Bourbon-Rys. After the incident between the future queen and Lady Madeleine's daughter, rumors about more spats, feuds between the princess's friends and her rival's at school and possible absence of both of them from the ball spread fast. Yet no one from the palace confirmed nor denied any information. Would the princess miss her own mother's ball? Or was it Lady Charlotte who took the fall?

"Your Majesties! A word, please!" A reporter chanted.

The king and queen smiled to the press, signaling for them to step closer.

"Good evening, everyone!" Liam replied.

"We hope you're enjoying the ball," Jade continued.

"Lady Charlotte just arrived with her family. Does it mean Princess Elise is still grounded?"

"Elise wasn't grounded. Queen Jade and I believe that encouraging our children to do volunteer work is a much more effective way to teach them about compassion and non-aggressive methods to deal with their feelings." 

"Can we expect the Princess to attend the ball then?" A paparazzi asked.

"Yes. Elise is preparing herself to join the festivities, just like all the other teenagers partaking in the Young Couples Dance," the queen affirmed.

"Aren't you concerned about another disagreement between the young ladies, sir?"

"There's no reason for concern. They've made amends that same day and they've been working together at the senior's shelter."

"Are they friends now?"

"What about the situation with Lord Zain?"

The reporters continued to ask more questions when the Queen's assistant approached her and whispered something in her ear.

"We would be glad to talk to you some more, but the first attraction is about to start. Please join us in the celebration of this magical evening honoring the children of our country," the queen stated before walking away with the king.

After outstanding performances of Cordonian Royal Ballet academy and a play presented by Queen Eleanor's children home, it was time for the Young Couples Dance. All couples were introduced by the herald and as soon as they took their places in the ballroom, musicians played a traditional Cordonian Waltz. The crowd eagerly waited for any kind of mishap or incident. Contrary to all expectations, the young couples gracefully danced to the song, making it another successful performance. 

"Maxwell and Hana did an excellent job with the kids this year," Liam commented.

"I know. Aren't they lovely?" Jade beamed as the couples spinned in perfect synchrony.

"They are. But there's one couple stealing all the attention though." The king nodded towards Princess Elise, who was all smiles to her dance partner. "Who is he?"

"Gael Maldonado, heir to the Ducado de Rivas."

"A Calenvian lord."

"Maxwell was betting on Amalas's child, but I saw how our Lil Bunny was like when she facetimed Gael."

"I see... Did Drake run a background check on him?" Liam asked, scrutinizing the boy.

"What would he—" the Queen then arched an eyebrow in amusement. "Are you jealous, Your Majesty?" Jade teased.

"No..."

"Liam..." 

"It's just a precaution."

"You don't say..." she grinned.

"Our children won't have a social season. We need to find out more about their possible..." Liam made a face as the boy whispered something in Elise's ear, making her giggle. "...suitors."

Jade chuckled, hugging the king's arm. "Honey, they just met. Let them enjoy the night with no pressure."

"Are you really not worried?"

"Why would I be? Look at them!"

Elise beamed as Gael spun her around and held her with back pressed against his chest.

The king then gave his wife a knowing look. "You already did a background check on him, didn’t you?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Jade reached for her champagne flute to avoid his gaze.

“Uh huh…” 

The king and queen smiled proudly, watching their eldest daughter dance.

#choices fanfic #the royal heir #liam rys #liam x mc #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #choicesnovember2023 #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates #liam and jade's love story

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I connected the entirety of OHSHC (anime dub) to the calendar :)

This took me too long <3

Alrighty! So what I'm gonna do first is show the calendar charts for when/if people come back to look at them and already understand what the mean, then I'm gonna specify what I mean by each day exactly by telling you the first scene of each day with time-codes under the cut (skipping the full day episodes because... duh), and then I'm gonna explain why (with sources)... It'll make sense if you read the whole post I promise.

So. On the calendar, the days will be listed as episode number and day number (E#:D#). These will be color-coded. Pink means that day definitely is that specific calendar date based on the information I have. Purple means we have some wiggle room. Green are national holidays (found on questionjapan.com and nippon.com).

E1:D1 - Haruhi looks into the fourth library and complains (1:20)

E1:D2 - Haruhi finds out her bag has been thrown in the fountain (17:05)

E2:D1 - Haruhi realizes she's late for the club (1:20)

E2:D2 - Kazugazaki teaches Haruhi to dance (8:30)

E2:D3 - Tamaki begins the Host party (12:20)

E3:D1 - The hosts hold a cherry blossom reception (1:20)

E3:D2 - Tamaki daydreams about a "feminized" Haruhi (7:10)

E3:D3 - First year students head down to their physical exams (11:10)

E4:D1 - The host club holds its "teary men" session (3:05)

E4:D2 - Tamaki discusses the merits of a lady manager (9:50)

E4:D3 - The hosts film the basketball scene of their movie (13:30)

E4:D4 - The girls fawn over the film to the host club (20:30)

E5:D1 - The twins play the "which one is Hikaru" game (2:10)

E5:D2 - The twins greet Haruhi in class (11:45)

E5:D3 - The twins play the "which one is Hikaru" game with switched hair colors (20:45)

E6:D1 - Shiro tells his music club teacher that he's quitting (1:20)

E6:D2 - Shiro watches Tamaki host veerrry closely (3:35)

E6:D3 - Honey and Haruhi sneak into the elementary school in disguise (11:55)

E6:D4 - Hina finds Shiro's piano recital (19:20)

E6:D5 - Shiro hosts in the club (21:10)

E8:D1 - The twins say the host club is going to the beach (1:20)

E8:D2 - The twins ask why they went to Okinawa (2:50)

E8:D3 - The hosts leave Okinawa (21:30)

E9:D1 - The Zuka club twirl their way into the gates for some reason (1:20)

E9:D2 - The Zuka club preform on stage (16:50)

E11:D1 - Kirimi walks through Ouran Academy's grounds in search of her brother (1:20)

E11:D2 - Nekozawa gives his oddly nonplatonic speech to Kuma-chan (12:00)

E11:D3 - The host club muse over Nekozawa's success/failure (20:45)

E12:D1 - The hosts spill tea on Usa-chan (1:20)

E12:D2 - Girls fawn over how cute Honey is despite his anguish (9:45)

E12:D3 - Honey paces the clubroom while everyone else watches warily (15:30)

E12:D4 - Renge explains a happy ending (20:00)

E14:D1 - The newspaper club discusses their dropping numbers (1:20)

E14:D2 - The newspaper club finds the host club playing games (13:30)

E15:D1 - Tamaki's phone call wakes the twins up (1:20)

E15:D2 - Kaoru wakes up on the floor (19:00)

E16:D1 - Haruhi and Arai recognize each other (1:20)

E16:D2 - Haruhi and Hikaru meet up for their date (10:00)

E16:D3 - Hikaru accepts Arai's watermelon (21:15)

E21:D1 - Kaoru thinks about his pumpkin carriage metaphor while tapping him pumpkin pencil against his mouth as one does (1:20)

E21:D2 - The twins tell the class rep the story of the clock tower witch (11:55)

E21:D3 - Haruhi and the twins look at the newspaper article about class 1A (20:40)

E22:D1 - Kasanoda's men wish him good morning (1:20)

E22:D2 - Tetsuya wonders if Kasanoda brought his umbrella with him to school (11:50)

E23:D1 - Kasanoda walks in on Haruhi changing (1:20)

E23:D2 - Kasanoda walks in during club hours and requests Haruhi (7:25)

Oh boy we made it to how you can fact check me!!! This is gonna be an entire brain-dump because I am dead

E1 - Aired 4/4/2006 (info found on imdb). Japanese school generally starts on Monday the second week of April (info found in an article from questionjapan.com), which was 4/3/2006, and various comments seem like it's early but not the first day, so we're setting the first day as the first airing to have a starting point!

E2 - It's still "early spring", the cherry blossoms are only buds, there's a slight sense of normalcy, the club has definitely been open for at least a week thanks to Kanako's shenanigans, and the party takes place in "one week", so the first day would have to be late in the week, likely the week of 4/10. Thanks to the fact that Haruhi's practice session with Kanako is directly the next day, the first one would have had to be Thursday, and the second would be Friday. The party could conceivably be the next Friday or Saturday, but I would really really hope it's Friday because Suzushima waits for Haruhi in his school uniform. Also Suzushima is going to England "next month" (May) which could technically be literally any day in the month...

E3 - So the cherry blossoms were blooming on the night of the party last episode, and they're still blooming for the flower-viewing reception. According to this article on japan-guide.com, after the cherry blossoms start legitimately blooming, you've got about a week. We're gonna assume the earlier the better considering the state they're in! On the day of the flower-viewing reception, physical exams are "the day after tomorrow". When they are back in the music room, Haruhi says "sorry I'm late guys" which means she wasn't with them, ergo it's a new day.

E4 - Renge arrives on the first day, crashes the club, and pronounces herself lady manager. She's transferring into class 1A "tomorrow" (which means two week days back-to-back), and then later she arrives to the club with cookies in her school uniform, so I assume that's the day she officially transferred. Renge has a crew flown in from LA to film the host club movie, which she doesn't have the idea for until she starts working on the hosts' characters. I used travelmath.com to calculate the flight time between Tokyo (as a major city in Japan) and LA, which came out to about a 12-hour flight, so we need a buffer day at least. The movie seems to be filmed on club time, so that's a week day, and then "several days later" the episode concludes, which could literally be anywhere between 4 and 9 days in colloquial terms.

E5 - I think it's pretty safe to say this takes place over three consecutive days just on how the episode is presented (one day fight and make-up). This definitely has to happen after the conclusion of the last episode thanks to Renge.

E6 - Ok ok ok ok ok so: most of the shenanigans have to take place over three days. Shiro greets the club on a costumed club day, he observes them on a non-costumed club day, and he goes back to the club... which could conceivably be on the same day as the observation, except that the club appears to have just opened and the teacher gave the kids a new piece for the day. On that third day, Hina is supposed to move to Germany at the end of the week, so the recital is probably that Friday to give Shiro more time to practice. And now... the incident. There was a date on that invitation that we as the audience get to read. I got so excited!! A concrete date I could place this one on!! Except it's September 3rd fucking September 3rd why does is say September 3rd fuck you bones what the fuck is this shit

Anyway Shiro hosts "10 days later". Interestingly, not for the first time thanks to the comment "I thought [Tamaki] would make it through without exploding this time".

E7 - School day. Post the conclusion of the last episode because Honey "felt threatened last episode" and before the next because that one hinges on the conclusion of this one, but otherwise there's absolutely nothing tying this one down.

E8 - Sometime after episode 7 they decide to go to the beach, then presumably the next weekend they spend one night in Okinawa. Since this ends up falling on the week of the twins' birthdays, I absolutely refuse to believe any of these days happen on June 9th because... come on. Do you think the twins would ever keep their mouths shut about their birthday???

E9 - This starts no later than Thursday due to the fact that the cultural expo lasts two days back-to-back (explicitly labeled). Of course, this is assuming Ouran has a five-day week, as many things on the calendar do, thanks to that same article from questionjapan.com I mentioned earlier.

E10 - It takes place over one day on a Sunday, thanks to Haruhi rejoicing that "there's no better time to hit the supermarket than a Sunday morning"

E11 - Kirimi shows up, the practice in the science room happens two days later because Haruhi says "she's made me read about fifty volumes of shojo manga over the last three days" (Kirimi's arrival, the day before, the day she says that). "Several days later" the hosts see Nekozawa hiding again.

E12 - Genuinely what the fuck why is Honey's toothache only three days long they definitely take longer than that sir??? Anyway it's explicitly in the title so three days it is! The bunny incident definitely happens the same day as the discovery of Honey's toothache (referenced as "earlier").

E13 - I don't know man the actual awake day happens for like a minute and a half. Week day??? If the entire episode was just a nebulous dream I probably wouldn't have even counted it on the timeline lol.

E14 - First of all, the newspaper club's story on the host club is supposed to be the very last story of the semester, so it's gotta be real close to the start of summer vacation. The first day is near the end of the week ("how many copies did we sell this week"), and the second day is the very next one ("tomorrow").

E15 - Explicitly stated by the twins, it starts three days into summer vacation, or 7/23/2006!! Japan's summer vacation starts on the 20th (found traveltips.usatoday.com and that same questionjapan.com article). Obviously, when Kaoru wakes up on the floor would be the very next day, or 7/24/2006.

E16 - Starts on the same day as the last episode (7/24/2006), Haruhi's date is "tomorrow" (7/25/2006), and the conclusion would be "the next day".

E17 - TAMAKI'S EXPO FLYER SAYS 8/27-8/31!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS THE KIND OF SHIT I WANTED FROM HINA'S STUPID INVATATION THANK YOU ANIMATORS FOR THIS CRUMB OF EASE. It's also the last day of summer vacation which would be the week of the 31st!! I can't guarantee which day of the week it would be though, because I would assume school starts up again on Monday, but I could be wrong? It doesn't make any fuckin sense to start school again on a Friday that year but hey man I don't make the rules.

E18 - Who even fuckin knows man. One school day, but there's literally weeks of unused space in the time slot this could fit so like close your eyes and pick a date :')

E19 - Singular day on the weekend. If I had to guess, it would be Sunday (just because Haruhi was planning to go to the supermarket), but no promises. Probably September.

E20 - I didn't include it on the calendar because it literally does not matter. The entire episode is a flashback, there's not a singular moment that takes place at the time of the rest of the anime <3

E21 - Starts the week before Halloween (10/23/2006). Final exams (2-3 days according to this Q&A that I picked and chose from) are almost happening, because clubs generally aren't in session during exam days. Haruhi and the twins skip on the club to help 1A plan, which means it's the same day. The tournament is explicitly stated to happen on Halloween night. The ending is... sometime soon after that?

E22 - Spread over two days: like Renge in the fourth episode, Kasanoda shows up while a costumed club day is in session, but sticks around after that. They're one after the other ("yesterday").

E23 - This obviously starts on the same day as the end of the last episode. Kasanoda refuses to eat dinner "again", but I can't guarantee that this is connected to Haruhi? I don't know, the language around her is all muddled, dude. It seems like it was originally intended to be on the exact same day as the start of the episode, because when Tetsuya talks about how he saw Kasanoda and Haruhi together, the sub says "today" (the scene wasn't in the manga so I couldn't check that :/ ), but the dub says "all the time". For why. Anyway, it seems like he visits as a guest the very next day but I don't have a direct quote for that one. This episode's timeframe is probably the most mindfucky out of the entire show T - T

Then in the conclusion it seems like it was supposed to be the same day but I can't guarantee it and also the roses are in full bloom in fucking November???? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Literally just put these episodes before the Halloween one literally just put them in September/early October literally all you had to do was air these episodes before Halloween and not reference the pumpkin carriage metaphor I fucking know you guys could do it you rearranged a whole bunch of other shit from the manga timeline why would you do this to me fuck you fuck you fuck youuuu

Also technically according to this article the roses could be blooming if they were in the very very very south of Japan but also that would have literally meant that the cherry blossoms would have been in full bloom in mid-March <3

E24 - Literally it's cold enough for falling leaves and kotatsu tables the very next episode FUCk you bones anyway it's one school day

E25 - The super super fun thing about this is that I could have placed the cultural festival on the weekend it's SUPPOSED to be on (gainjinpot.com and questionjapan.com) if literally just the Kasanoda episodes had come out before the Halloween episode <3 I am a ball of pure fury. Anyway, it starts the morning of and continues to sunset. We're gonna assume its Friday based on the next episode.

E26 - So this is day two of the cultural festival, or the "main fair". Since the festival is generally a one-day event held on Saturdays and this one is supposed to be the main one, we're gonna put this one on Saturday.

OH MY GOD I FUCKIN DID IT!!!!!!!

#i need to go to bed #ouran high school host club #ohshc #canon resource #research notwithstanding typing all this shit up #literally took multiple hours <3 #why is life so hard #never talk to me again love you #i'm not proofreading this

[lixiehugs]

dohee profile

tw : mentions of bullying

BASICS !!

stage name : dohee (hangul: 도희) birth name : wang dohee (hangul: 왕도희) english name : dina wang nicknames : dodo, do, doidoi, doi, hee, doing

birth date : october 8th, 2002 zodiac : libra birthplace : seoul, south korea hometown : boston, usa

ethnicity : korean nationality : south korean languages : korean (100% — native), english (90% — fluent), mandarin chinese (15% — beginner)

PHYSICAL !!

height : 178 cm or 5'10 weight : 54 kg or 118 lbs blood type : b

eye color : brown natural hair : brown, wavy

body modifications : 10 piercings, 2 tattoos face claim : wekimeki lua vocal claim : aespa karina/nmixx sullyoon rap claim : aespa karina

CAREER !!

agencies : hybe labels (2017 - present) training period(s) : 2017 - 2019 group(s) : tomorrow x together subunit(s) : n/a positions : maknae

individual fandom : dodos (after the bird and the similarities to her name) representative emoji : 🦤 (dodo because it is one of her nicknames) social media : @/www.dohee.com on instagram and @/txt_members on twitter

best known for : being the female member of txt. being an autistic kpop idol. her mental health//disabilities representation. her ALWAYS being on beat when dancing. fantastic freestyle dance. being an ace.

PERSONAL !!

mbti : intj-t

positive traits : bubbly. very fun and nice. silly. very loyal. very organised. absolutely adorable. very honest. quite serious but can understand some jokes/sarcasm. funny just by existing. independent (most of the time). very genuine and puts her soul into everything she does.

negative traits : gets attached easily. no concept of time (which causes her to overwork herself). gets angry quite easily but tries to hide it. masks her emotions a lot. has difficulty with change and new environments (to do with autism).

habits : hand flapping. light stomping when excited. rocking. other tics. imitating sounds/words she hears. dinosaur hands. vocal and physical stimming. tapping things. smacking things. stabbing her nails into her palm when stressed. can’t hold eye contact for longer than a few seconds. needing to touch new things and either rubbing it because it feels nice or visibly recoiling. blinking deeply/repetitively.

hobbies : listening to music. dancing! gaming. reading + writing. producing music. painting. crocheting. doing anything to do with art. going shopping. doing everyone’s hair + makeup. going to the gym (sometimes).

BACKSTORY !!

wang dohee was born on october 8th, 2002 to a korean mother and korean father. her mother, wang rina (born 1973) is a volunteer worker for homeless shelters around seoul. her father, wang eungyeol (born 1970) is a software engineer currently working in seoul, south korea.

dohee was born in seoul, south korea as the first child in her family. the pregnancy was very rough for her mother, so despite wanting to have more children, dohee remained an only child. only having one child to focus on, dohee became very close with her parents. she considered them her best friends all throughout her school years and was always happy to come home to them at the end of the day. when dohee had to move out to become a trainee, she was very homesick and missed her parents so much even though she would still see them every weekend and they were not even an hour away.

when dohee was two years old, her family moved to boston, usa. they lived there until dohee turned eleven, as her parents were worried about her deteriorating korean skills. dohee excelled at her korean secondary school, being especially good at the sciences and maths, her arts grades were also superb. dohee graduated two years early, skipping both her sixth and ninth grade years. dohee had trouble making friends and experienced some bullying in secondary school due to many issues. because of this, her parents wanted her to explore some of her interests outside of school, thus leading to her joining a local dance crew in january 2014.

FACTS !!

dohee became a trainee in august of 2017.

she used to be able to speak better english than korean but since moving back, that has changed. 

her parents can speak english well, but dohee is better. 

after moving back to korea, dohee struggled to make friends and had some bullying issues. so, her parents wanted her to explore her interests outside of school, thus allowing her to join a local dance crew in january 2014.

this dance crew entered lots of competitions where dohee could compete in group routines and as a soloist. this also gave her the chance to try out many different styles of dance. 

at one of their competitions in july 2017, dohee was scouted by a bighit employee for her hiphop solo.

her favorite styles of dance are hiphop and modern.

dohee is also quite flexible, but she rarely shows off her skills. 

dohee is ambidextrous. 

she is musically gifted/a musical genius; having perfect pitch, the ability to sight read, and being able to play many different instruments.

her best instrument is piano, but she is getting better at the flute. 

dohee was diagnosed with autism and ocd when she was four years old after her parents grew concerned about some behavioral patterns. 

she does not have any medication for her autism. she has a medication for her ocd which she takes daily.

due to her neurodivergence, dohee has a near photographic memory. she can remember almost any song she’s ever heard, even if it’s for the first time, she can remember any face or name of any person she’s ever met, she is also great with naming movies and tv shows based off of theme songs, casts, quotes, screenshots, etc.

because of her dance background and partly because of her autism, dohee has an insane ability of always being on time while dancing/singing. if a song starts randomly in the middle, she can pick up the choreography and lyrics instantly. 

her reaction time is also wild!! (like that one video of yeonjun dancing immediately after song starts)

also due to her autism, dohee is a very fast talker. it is natural for her; she’s been like this since she was learning how to talk. 

with this ability, she was able to become a very skilled rapper.

her favorite colors are pink and blue.

she loves playing minecraft!!!

she also loves story and puzzle-type games.

dohee is a cat person.

her favorite kpop artists are hyunA, seventeen, red velvet, taeyeon, mamamoo, and nct 127.

her favorite western artists are sabrina carpenter, lana del rey, madison beer, selena gomez, and cavetown.

her favorite movie is the lion king. 

dohee is a huge nerd. 

she loves the harry potter books. 

her favorite season is winter. 

she loves playing in the snow!!

dohee is very in-touch with her inner child. 

dohee has had an emotional support cat since 2013. she has a somali/fox cat. her name is kyongi!

dohee also has an official service dog which she takes everywhere with her. she has a black labrador called chanho. 

dohee crochets!!!

she’s also really gay!!!

the boys have said that when dohee sleeps she makes this grumbling sound. she only does it when she moves in her sleep. the boys have many videos of her doing this.

#dohee #dohee.profile #txt #txt oc #txt female oc #txt female addition #txt female member #txt added member #txt additional member #txt extra member #tomorrow x together #kpop oc group #kpop oc #kpop addition #kpop #kpop added member #kpop female oc #kpop female member #kpop oc girl #kpop oc girl group #kpop!fakegroup #kpop!addition #kpop!oc #oc group #oc!group #oc!kpop #oc!idol

[herbertwest]

Happy Birthday Felix Yusupov!

Happy birthday to Prince Felix Yusupov! In honor of the occasion, I have written a short story (which contains the infamous 76 word, 14 comma sentence I was talking about the other day). For those of you unfamiliar with Yusupov, he is the man who assassinated Rasputin, as well as the reason all movies have the 'all people depicted are fictional' disclaimer. He is also my favorite historical figure. Now then, on with the story!:

March 23rd was an auspicious day. True, it was the Saints Day of martyrs Victorinus, Victor, Nicephorus, Claudius, Diodorus, Serapion, and Papias, (or perhaps it was actually the Saints Day of monk-martyr Nikon and his one hundred and ninety-nine disciples - who could keep track of the calendars these days?), as well as the day Tsar Paul I was murdered in 1801, but, if you asked Prince Felix Yusupov, one more, even more portentous, event took place on that date: his birthday. In 1887 the world had been graced with his presence, and he had no intention of depriving it anytime soon. While he had been forced to flee Russia when the revolution struck, he had managed to find his feet in London (though he would soon move to Paris), along with his wife, Irina, and daughter, Bébé. He was now going to subject London to a party it would never forget.

Yusupov had several special skills: party planning, assassinating mad monks who were dragging the monarchy into ruin, and wasting money. He was going to apply two of the three wholeheartedly to the birthday bash he was throwing himself. He would have drinking, dancing, music (including some of his own performances), and a veritable feast. The cream of London and Paris would be invited, alongside the Russian nobility who had made good on their escape at the same time as Yusupov.

The invitations were sent, the acceptances poured in (for Yusupov’s parties were legendary), and finally, the day arrived.

Pomp and circumstance! Glitter and glamor! Flavor and flair! Yusupov moved through the crowd, dispensing a quip here, a (probably unwise) word of advice there, recounting his adventures, or reminiscing on the past. Everything was going swimmingly until…

Yusupov glimpsed a face in the crowd, an impossible face. Burning eyes that had haunted his dreams lingered in afterimage across the room. The noise of the party faded away, leaving Yusupov standing in a silent crowd. They still spoke animatedly, but he could hear nothing. “It’s been a while, eh, Felix?” The voice came from behind him, an all too familiar voice. Yusupov whirled around, heart racing. Standing by the hors d’oeuvres, munching on a canapé, was Rasputin. Since Yusupov had assassinated Rasputin in 1916, this was rather impossible. “What, no greeting for an old friend?” asked Rasputin. “You have an interesting definition of ‘friend,’” replied Yusupov. Rasputin looked in fine form, which meant that he was probably a ghost and not physically undead. Yusupov had not left him in the best shape. “Perhaps, but what else can we cling to in this world?” asked Rasputin, taking another canapé. “Nations crumble, fashions change, but here we still are.” “I’ll drink to that.” Yusupov snagged a champagne flute from a nearby tray and took a swig. “I assume now is the part where you either haunt me into an early grave or strike me down where I stand.” “No, no, I’m not here for that.” “Why are you here then? I know the canapés are good, but I wouldn’t have thought them quite good enough to crawl out of the grave for.” Rasputin laughed, spraying crumbs down his beard. “I’m just here to wish one of the last remnants of a dead regime a happy birthday. From one ghost, to one who might as well be a ghost. We’ll go down in history together, just you wait and see.” He plucked the glass out of a nearby partygoer’s hand and inclined it towards Yusupov. Yusupov tapped it with his own glass. As the glass rang, Rasputin began to fade. “One more thing before I go,” he said, and pulled a small box out of the pocket of his robes. He handed this to Yusupov. “Happy birthday.” And Rasputin was gone.

The sound of festivities returned, chatter and laughter. It hit Yusupov like a cold wave, and he shivered. In his hands he held a box, wrapped in yellowed newspaper that related the story of Rasputin’s death. He tore it open. Inside was a keychain with Nicholas II and the royal family embossed on it. Yusupov began to laugh, louder and louder, until he was nearly doubled over and everyone was staring at him. Irina ran over. “Is everything alright?” she asked. “Fine, everything’s fine,” replied Yusupov. “Who wants to hear a song?” His guests, who had passed the point of ‘tipsy’ some time ago, cheered. Yusupov slipped the keychain into his pocket and went to fetch his guitar. As he struck up a folk tune, he let his mind wander to the future, the new world spinning out of the old at a speed impossible to harness; a new era dawning that would bring untold wonders and unimaginable tribulations. Whatever unfolded, it would be spectacular.

#felix yusupov #prince felix yusupov #my writing

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Promise to Ashes, Gold to Dust

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst Warnings: Allusions to fighting and panicking, crying, grief, hatred (of Childe), fear

The secret of the monster in the Golden House is revealed.

Part Two- Read Part One here

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Time passes quickly now. Although to Childe, the days can’t pass fast enough. He’s restless, almost anxious, fingers constantly tapping on tables with work done and submitted swiftly without complaint. His underlings notice how he stalls in the mornings, lingering outside the bank for almost a minute too long, until finally he’s commanded away to do his duties by schedule; how every paper is filled and signed with a flourishing signature, when before they were often pushed until the deadline; how battles, the Eleventh’s favorite and most treasured pastime, end quickly and without fanfare, instead drawing attention to the Harbinger’s distracted frown. Some say his position is being threatened. Others whisper that perhaps his family, which his life revolves around, is in danger. A few even speculate that he’s just annoyed by the glares the citizens of Liyue give him, cold and unwelcoming. But when pressed, Childe simply laughs and says he truly likes getting his work done. That’s always been the case, comrade! They’re all lies, of course. His position and family are just fine, and he doesn’t care about the stares of the people of Liyue. No, his recent work ethic and disinterest in sporadic fights stem from the same cause, a new shining light in his life that only dances for him once a week, and he simply must be free that day to see it. It’s only been a few weeks, but already Childe can’t imagine his routine without your Monday visits to the Golden House. So long has he been observing your radiance from afar, the chance to hold it and keep it for himself, even for one day out of many, is priceless. From the first week onward, his daily activities have changed to chip away large chunks of his workload so he’s always, always free that fateful day, and can always, always see you and your smile. He feels if he misses that smile, even once, his own star-speckled light will burn out. When you’re together, your laugh brings a smile to his monstrous Foul Legacy’s face, your calming smalltalk enraptures him, your habit of tossing small stones to the corners of the room as you walk makes him purr in contentment. When you’re together, Childe feels like nothing can go wrong, like he never fell into the Abyss all those years ago and that Foul Legacy is just a happy consequence of knowing you. It distracts him from the darkening shadow looming overhead. The fact that transforming back into a human is becoming more and more difficult, the Abyssal curse not wanting to relinquish its hold on his body. How easy it is to slip into Foul Legacy and let his consciousness dim and go silent, filled with only wants for you. The several times he’s had to fight to keep himself awake and present in that body, to the point the Traveler asked if he was alright. The way you still rush past him in the mornings, eyes fixed on some point in the horizon as you grit your teeth and march onwards, no matter how much he tries to get your attention. At least you look more cheerful on Mondays. Childe sighs at the thought, in the center of the Golden House, waiting for the Traveler’s timely arrival. Their relationship is certainly more amiable now, compared to the distaste and hatred they had shown before. He certainly can’t blame them- he betrayed them and the entirety of Liyue, after all, when he summoned the old god Osial, but at least now their weekly battles are more for training than outright dislike. They’ll never trust him again, of course. Childe doubts anyone in the nation will ever trust him again, both a Harbinger and the instigator of the averted destruction of the Harbor. Still, it’s nice to have one person who won’t glare at him if he speaks. The Golden House’s doors creak open, and Childe smooths a disarmingly friendly smile onto his face and waves. The Traveler nods in return, brushing dust from their clothes and stretching their muscles to prepare for the upcoming spar as Childe fills the silence with chatter about how they’re right on time, and how strange it is that they’re still allowed to battle in the House, don’t they think? The Traveler simply shrugs. They have too much to think about to spare time for trivial matters like logistics. Their sword, originally an old, battered blade now sharpened and polished to gleam like fire, slides out of its sheath with a metallic ring, and Childe’s grin widens as he summons his own crystalline bow. The duel is the same as every week, marked by two initial phases and the third, his favorite, descending below. Childe can tell the Traveler has trained, how they take him by surprise and counterattack more often, and he’s duly impressed by how quickly they force him into his Foul Legacy form, the electro and hydro crackling and swirling around his feet. His Abyssal self quickly takes hold, directing his attacks and movements as the Traveler leaps and dodges, and Childe feels oddly disconnected. Foul Legacy’s normal power and sensations are dull and muddied, like Childe’s not really there at all, and he feels a strange surge of fear in his chest as he grasps for the imaginary controls. But he’s too late, and the Traveler strikes and connects, sending him falling to his knees and breathing heavily. It’s all over so quickly- from human to beast, it happened so fast, and the Traveler breaks the silence. “You seem distracted today, Childe.” He simply mirrors their earlier shrug and sits on the floor to catch his breath, masked face not showing the torrent of thoughts going through his head, though many of them slip through his fingers. Something is wrong. Childe feels strange, different. Foul Legacy has always been a tool, an Abyssal suit of armor to strengthen himself in battle, but now, when he looks at his hands, he doesn’t feel like a human wearing armor. He feels like a beast. His fingers are claws, his cape a pair of wings, and his face a mask with an orb in place of eyes. If he even thinks about turning back to a human, pain begins to creep slowly down his back, an echo of skin ripping and bones cracking in order to fit this monster back into a human body. Childe’s breathing quickens, borderlining on hyperventilating as he lurches to his feet but quickly falls, thanks to the injuries inflicted by the Traveler, who in turn yells his name and asks if he’s alright. He looks for an exit, anywhere to leave this place, almost like Foul Legacy’s home, and transform back into a human, transform back into what he should be. But his bestial side shrieks with the strength of distant stars. Stay! It screams. Stay and wait! Wait? Wait for who? Wait for you. Wait for you! Childe chokes and clasps his head in his claws, attempting to drown out the sound of Foul Legacy urging him to stay and wait for you, because it’s Monday and you’ll be here and he loves you, so much. The Traveler shakes his arm, repeatedly asking what’s happening and if they can help, because despite everything, they don’t want to see anyone in pain. “Childe! Tell us what’s going on!” “…Childe?” The Traveler falls silent at the new voice in the room, and Childe follows their shocked gaze and lands his eye on you, horror and fear written across your face. You take a step back, movements slow and jerky like you’re petrified. “You’re… He’s… He can’t be… Childe? The Harbinger? The one who…” Childe opens his mouth to say something, desperately, but your expression morphs to disgust and anger. “Of course… you tricked me. You tricked me like you tricked the entire Harbor, you wanted to take advantage of me even when I tried to get you to shut up and walk away every morning!” You’re furious, fists clenched at your sides as the Traveler watches you, glancing at Childe and back. “I can’t believe I fell for- fell for a Harbinger’s scheme!”  Childe cries out, pushing himself to his feet and reaching, reaching to hold you and hug you and convey that he never meant to trick you, not at all, but you step back again with a snarl on your face. “Don’t touch me. Don’t come near- Don’t come close to me! Listen to me right now, Eleventh Harbinger Tartaglia.” He hears you inhale, a sound more terrifying than any monster in the Abyss. “Don’t try anything. Don’t try to talk to me. I never want to see you again, human or… this.” And you’re gone, running up the stairs as quickly as you came, the singular light in Childe’s life winking out with a flash. Childe lets out a strangled sob, sinking to his knees as he crumbles, tears spurred on by Foul Legacy whining and howling with grief. He wraps his arms around himself and shrieks in anguish, the Traveler frantically trying to calm him before he alerts the staff. He had forgotten. He had forgotten who he was. He’s a Harbinger- he’s Tartaglia. Foul Legacy was simply a mask over a Fatuus, someone you hated and despised, and he had crushed his chance of hope and light, your spark dancing away out of reach. The Abyss whispers in Childe’s ears, beckoning him towards a silent, dreamless corner safe from grief and pain and sorrow. The Abyss whispers, and Childe follows, melting into the armor of his monstrous self, growing into his claws and mask and wings and falling into a sea of hushed stars and lost time. When he opens his eye again, only Foul Legacy remains.

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #foul legacy x reader #genshin sfw #sfw #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #angst #tartagalia x reader #THIRD TIME'S???? THE CHARM????? #I DESPERATELY HOPE???? #to the people who are like 'wait wifi haven't we seen this before' #aha YES you might've when i tried to get it working twice before #but tags were being wonky so i deleted and now ANOTHER repost #and i HOPE that this is the last because i'm sure all of you are also getting annoyed by now #please forgive me i get stressed about these things ;-;; #anyways this fic is my pride and joy i absolutely adore how it came out #and let's hope that tumblr lets it s h o w u p #mmmm. angst time #wifi writes

[thegirlzkpop]

˗ˏˋ BASICS ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ stage name. yumi

 ˗ˏˋ birth name. yoon yumi

     ……❪ 윤유미 ❫

     ……❪ MEANING. 'yumi' is a feminine name that means 'beauty', and 'yoon' is a korean surname that means governor ❫

 ˗ˏˋ english name. claire yoon

     ……❪ MEANING. the name 'claire' means 'bright' ❫

 ˗ˏˋ nickname. yuyu ❪ by everyone ❫, scary maknae ❪ by members ❫ yummy ❪ by members ❫, babyum ❪ by paige and eric ❫ clarinet ❪ by sunwoo ❫, maknae of all maknae's ❪ by fans and members ❫

 ˗ˏˋ birthday. october 20, 2002

 ˗ˏˋ zodiac sign. libra

 ˗ˏˋ birth place. daegu, south korea

 ˗ˏˋ hometown. daegu, south korea

 ˗ˏˋ current residency. seoul, south korea

 ˗ˏˋ ethnicity. korean

 ˗ˏˋ nationality. korean

 ˗ˏˋ languages. korean ❪ native ❫, english ❪ conversational ❫, japanese ❪ basic ❫

˗ˏˋ PERSONALITY ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ mbti. esfj-t ❪ consul ❫

 ˗ˏˋ description. consuls are warm-hearted people that always have their arms open for anyone to walk into. consuls are strong-minded in manners and respect, they are generous. this personality type is responsible but can still have fun. they believe in always doing the right thing in every situation. esfj's are very supportive of others, even if they don't agree with their actions. they are always up for planning get togethers, parties, and outings. however this personality type struggles with the reality of not always being in control, though they can find happiness in bringing people together

 ˗ˏˋ strengths. skillful, loyal, sensitive, warm-hearted, connects with others well, outgoing, loving, organized, responsible

 ˗ˏˋ weaknesses. cares what others think, needy, vulnerable, too selfless, judgmental at times, controlling, overwhelmed

 ˗ˏˋ habits. organizing things randomly, shaking her hands when she's anxious, not eating when she's stressed or anxious, playing with her hair, ripping eyelashes out, finger tapping, hopping when shes happy

 ˗ˏˋ phobias. the dark ❪ achluophobia, moderate ❫, bugs ❪ entomophobia, moderate ❫, needles ❪ Trypanophobia, severe ❫

˗ˏˋ CAREER ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ occupation. kpop idol

 ˗ˏˋ labels. cre.ker entertainment ❪ 2017-2021 ❫, ist entertainment ❪ 2021-present ❫, kakao m; formerly loen ent ❪ 2015-present ❫, universal music ❪ 2022-present ❫

 ˗ˏˋ training time. 2017-2019, 1 year and 9 months

 ˗ˏˋ debut. december 7, 2019

     ……❪ age; 17 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ positions. maknae, main dancer, lead vocalist

 ˗ˏˋ known for. enjoying scary things; kind of like changmin, her visuals, her vocals

 ˗ˏˋ representative number. 07

     ……❪ she chose 07 because she debuted on the 7th at age 17 and become a trainee in 2017 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ designed color. maroon

 ˗ˏˋ rankings.

     ……❪ singing. 8/10 ❫

     ……❪ dancing. 9/10 ❫

     ……❪ rapping. 5/10 ❫

     ……❪ acting. 6/10 ❫

     ……❪ modeling. 8/10 ❫

     ……❪ songwriting. 8/10 ❫

     ……❪ composing. 5/10 ❫

     ……❪ choreographing. 5/10 ❫

     ……❪ speeches. 7/10 ❫

˗ˏˋ FAMILY ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ mom. n/a ❪ 1982 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ dad. n/a ❪ 1983 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ siblings. jimin ❪ 2001 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ pets. n/a

 ˗ˏˋ notable family. grandpa ❪ 1954-2021 ❫

˗ˏˋ PHYSICAL ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ height. 157 cm ❪ 5'2'' ❫

 ˗ˏˋ weight. 45 kg ❪ 100 lbs ❫

 ˗ˏˋ blood type. b-

 ˗ˏˋ hair color. brown

 ˗ˏˋ eye color. dark brown

 ˗ˏˋ body modifications. 6 piercings, 0 tattoo

 ˗ˏˋ face claim. sullyoon ❪ nmixx ❫

 ˗ˏˋ vocal claim. sullyoon ❪ nmixx ❫

 ˗ˏˋ voice claim. sullyoon ❪ korean ❫

 ˗ˏˋ dance claim. sullyoon ❪ nmixx ❫

˗ˏˋ INTERESTS ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ likes. scary things, halloween, candy, food, starbucks, makeup, piggy back rides, sleeping more than 6 hours, pretty houses, cool weather, rainy days, rainbows, dad jokes, musicals, plants, ladybugs and butterflies, laying on the floor, earbuds over headphones, convenience store snacks journaling, organizing

 ˗ˏˋ dislikes. healthy food, boring stories, silence, doctors offices, shots, the dark, reading, sitting still for long periods of time, not being allowed to do something, rejection, when people mess up her things, mean people

 ˗ˏˋ favorites.

     ……❪ movies. the little mermaid ❪ 1989 ❫, the greatest showman ❪ 2017 ❫, la la land ❪ 2016 ❫ scream ❪ 1996 ❫ the conjuring ❪ 2016 ❫, childs play ❪ 1988 ❫ ❫

     ……❪ shows. chucky ❪ 2021 ❫, cold case ❪ 2003 ❫, stranger things ❪ 2016 ❫, you ❪ 2018 ❫, rupauls drag race ❪ 2009 ❫ ❫

     ……❪ colors. metallic ❫

     ……❪ food. candy, kfc, ramen, pizza ❫

     ……❪ drinks. monster, water ❫

     ……❪ books. she doesn't like reading much but she listened to the audio version of girl in pieces and enjoyed it ❫

     ……❪ emojis. 😎🥳 ❫

     ……❪ musical artists. bts, red velvet, sunmi, miley cyrus, exo, gidle ❫

     ……❪ songs. maverick ❪ the boyz ❫,bambi ❪ baekhyun ❫, un village ❪ maekhyun ❫, tomboy ❪ gidle ❫, wrecking ball ❪ miley cyrus ❫ ❫

˗ˏˋ TRIVIA ´ˎ˗

     ……❪ her ideal type is baekhyun ❫

     ……❪ her dad didn't approve of her being a kpop idol because he thought she was too young and worried how the public would treat her ❫

     ……❪ she is very close with her dad but says her and her mom have/had a rocky relationship that cause conflict a lot ❫

     ……❪ her older brother and grandpa helped raise her when her parents were too busy ❫

     ……❪ she grew up watching a lot of horror movies secretly with her brother until she was old enough to watch them her dad, that's why she loves horror ❫

     ……❪ when she debuted her school friends brought her balloons and flowers to congratulate her ❫

     ……❪ she often takes naps when getting her hair and makeup done ❫

     ……❪ the members say she is very much maknae coded ❫

     ……❪ she really like cheese pizza ❫

     ……❪ she and her brother were sent to america to study and dance for two years, she said she really struggled during that time because it was hard for her to make friends with a language barrier ❫

     ……❪ she bullies eric, she says it's good for his ego ❫

     ……❪ other than with eric, she's seen as very sweet unless she gets mad, she has anger issues, jokingly, kinda ❫

#❛ ━━･❪ THE GIRLZ ⇢ profilez. ❫･━━ ❜ #❛ ━━･❪ THE GIRLZ ⇢ yumi. ❫･━━ ❜ #kpop group #fictional kpop idol #kpop oc #kpopidol #kpop #kpop gg #kpop idols #the boyz oc #kpop oc gg #fictional idol oc #idol oc #the girlz #the boyz sub unit #the boyz added member #the boyz addition #kpop added member #kpop addition

[chaolie]

FWT Week 2022, Day 4 - Fake-Out Make-Out

Phew! This one is a bit late in my timezone but no it's not, okay? Anyway, I usually avoid going into any detail about kissing because I lack a lot of uhh let's say knowledge about it, but I think I did great! You can also find this on my Ao3!

This is a continuation of 2 other prompts! [1] [2]

Characters: Fundy, Dream, Wilbur Words: 1.7k Summary: Fundy and Dream almost get caught together. Almost.

It quickly became routine for Fundy to sneak out of L’Manburg to meet with Dream. Grabbing his jacket, finding a small gift like a flower or some berries, and going through the gate the moment he saw it unattended were all things he could do automatically most evenings, and later, days.

A lot changed within the first two or so weeks of them dating.

They started out meeting under the cover of the night every two to three days, and started almost all of them with trying to teach Fundy how to use a sword without hurting himself, only getting to the more date-y activities after they were both exhausted. Gradually, these two objectives for their dates shifted, and now they rarely bothered even bringing the swords out.

Instead, they just sat together, talking for hours, joking and laughing, sharing the small meals they managed to smuggle to their date spot, and occasionally cuddling through the colder nights. Soft hours spent together before they’d need to go back to their dull lives, and the War between their nations.

Things seemed to be improving on that front, though.

Fundy wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but his father certainly stopped looking as stressed as he had for months, and the atmosphere in L’Manburg seemed almost cheerful again. They still kept watch and sometimes someone would go “spy” on the Greater SMP, but as far as he could tell, no actual fights broke out since the day he and Dream met.

That, in turn, made it possible for them to go on dates even more often and during the day. Fundy still had to sneak out for those, but doing so in the broad daylight made it feel less risky somehow. He did get caught a few times, either leaving with flowers in hand or returning with his face still red… but even if it was his father catching him, the consequences were… minimal.

Previously, he probably would’ve gotten grounded for as much as crossing the gate, but now it was just… a lot of pestering for the next hour or so. “Who’s the lucky one?”, “When will I meet them?”, “How did you two meet?”, “Have I ever told you how your mother and I used to…”, the stream of questions and stories seemed endless, but it was much better than the alternative. 

Even if he had to lie about most of the questions. 

Besides, it almost always ended with a “Well, I won’t intrude on you two, take your time,” from his father, and he seemed to keep his word on that. That, and Dream seemed to find hearing about these interactions truly hilarious, so who was Fundy to complain? As long as his father thought he was happy, everything seemed to be getting only better, and no one ever came anywhere close to catching them together, he was very content with his situation.

Their near-downfall came to them in the shape of a jukebox, a disc Dream borrowed from a friend, and a brilliant idea to try dancing together.

“Do you know what song it is?” Fundy asked while he watched his boyfriend slide the disc into the jukebox.

“No idea,” Dream answered with a smile.

Fundy got an actual answer a few seconds later, when the first few notes of “Blocks” filled the air.

“Hm, not bad,” Dream hummed quietly, nodding in approval. After a moment of consideration, Fundy joined his side and tapped his shoulder, getting his attention.

“Care for a dance?” he asked with a grin, holding out a hand. After a second of surprise, Dream laughed lightly and nodded, taking his hand.

“...Is there an official dance for this one?” he asked after a brief pause, clearly trying to recall any mention of it.

“Probably,” Fundy shrugged, gently pulling him away from the jukebox to give them more space. “But I don’t know it either, so… let’s make something up?”

With a nod, Dream took Fundy’s other hand and started to sway, trying to fall into the rhythm of the song. Fundy took just a couple of seconds to admire the sweet, thoughtful expression on his boyfriend’s face before joining in. It started out fun, with the soft music drowning out the usual noises of the forest, letting them focus on nothing but each other as they tried to find a way to dance without stomping on each other’s feet. It was far from graceful, but the sweet smile on Dream’s face was more than enough to keep Fundy trying.

After a couple of re-listens, they almost had it! They were so close to going through it without losing balance, hitting their heads together, or any other issues! Maybe one more try after this, and it’d be just perfect-

“Fundy! Is that you?” his father’s voice rang out very close by.

Even though the jukebox continued playing, there was almost the noise of a record scratching in Fundy’s brain.

Oh no.

He looked at Dream in panic, trying to figure out if there was anywhere for the man to hide, if this was the scene his father walked in on he’d be absolutely grounded, and- Dream seemed to share his want to disappear instantly, and Fundy watched him reach for the spot he usually had an ender pearl or two “just in case”, but there was nothing there- Nowhere to hide Dream, no way for him to escape, so what-

“Fundy?”

Well. With probably less than 10 seconds to spare, Fundy’s mind finally came up with something. A last-ditch effort of salvaging this to some extent. Wilbur’s “I won’t intrude on you two” promise was suddenly fresh in his mind. He’d probably leave them be if he just didn’t realize that it was Dream next to him, but how could he-

“Okay, trust me on this,” he whispered, quickly pulling off his jacket and throwing it over Dream’s shoulders in an attempt to cover that awfully eye-catching green hoodie of his.

“Wha-” Dream cut himself off when Fundy pulled him closer.

There was a slight pause when their faces were oh so close, and Fundy watched as in the last moment, Dream’s expression lit up in recognition and his lips curled briefly into a smile.

Wilbur wouldn’t recognize Dream if he didn’t look at them for more than a second, and with this?

The next thing they knew, their lips were connected and their bodies pressed together while they staggered, trying to find balance. Their arms were wrapped around each other, Dream’s hands resting on Fundy’s back and side, and Fundy used one of his own to keep the jacket on his boyfriend while using the other one to run his fingers through the man’s hair.

For a moment, the world ceased to exist around them. There was no reason they had to start this, no consequence, just the warmth of each other’s bodies and the softness of their touch, a beautifully fulfilling sensation that could last forever-

“Fun-” Wilbur must’ve reached their date spot, but his words faded into a surprised sputter. “Oh, I’m so sorry-”

Fundy pulled away from Dream’s lips and for a moment, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from his boyfriend’s flushed face. He was sure he was not much better, he could already feel the heat radiating off his cheeks, but Dream was just so…

Right, right, his father was still here.

“Dad!” he feigned surprise, turning to look in the man’s direction. Wilbur was already forcibly looking away, staring awkwardly off to the side and red from embarrassment. “...Why are you here?” he kept up his act, and the man shook his head.

“Tubbo mentioned seeing you leave and drop this, I just wanted to, uh,” he stuttered, and Fundy spotted a single flower in his hand. It must’ve fallen out of his bouquet when he was leaving. “I see now, I’ll… uh, I’ll head back, if you need me, I’ll be… in the van? If you want to talk?”

“Yeah. Sounds good,” Fundy nodded. His heart was still in his throat for multiple reasons, but he couldn’t help feeling like the situation was just salvaged.

“...Do you want me to leave the flower…?”

“No, no, it’s fine, I- I got him more,” he explained briefly.

Without another word, Wilbur turned around and left, and Fundy never felt as relieved to watch him going away. The crisis was averted, the world wasn’t over, they somehow managed to hide this for another day.

After a moment spent just watching the place his father was just in, Fundy felt Dream’s hand gently wrap around his own. He turned around to see his boyfriend still bright red but with a grin on his face.

“We should get almost caught by him more often, if that’s the plan for that,” he decided and no, actually, the world might’ve as well ended. Fundy reached up to hide his face in his hands.

“...Look, I’m…!” he sputtered. That was a split-second decision, and it worked! However, even thinking back to that kiss seemed to dull all of his senses and fill his heart with an unsoothable longing for closeness to Dream, and he kind of needed his mind. His boyfriend laughed at his reaction. “I still need to talk to him about this, you know?” he groaned.

“...Right,” Dream seemed to collect himself. “...I’m just saying, if you survive that, we should do this more often,” he continued. Fundy uncovered his eyes to look at him and… oh, how could he say no?

“We can do that without getting caught by my father,” he suggested, and Dream nodded in feigned consideration.

“Maybe,” he hummed. “...That’s probably smarter.”

“Thank you,” Fundy sighed.

That sigh turned into another breath of relief when Fundy realized that his father would not be interrupting this date again. He looked at his gorgeous, handsome boyfriend, and found a very fond smile growing on his face.

Dream was still wearing his jacket. That was not something he was going to point out just yet, if only to see how long it’d take him to notice.

Besides, he looked good in it.

#fwtweek2022 #fundywastaken #fwt #fundy #c!fundy #dream #c!dream #my writing #I am genuinely so happy I managed to write this one because I was a bit worried about it to be honest #Also yea this is kind of an open ending because I'll be using other prompts for other fics so you can say bye bye to this story #I am leaving them in love and happiness. Rejoice

[lgctaeha]

heyo, heyo! it's bobbi ( @lgcbk ) rolling in with my second muse! meet park taeha! a wannabe triple threat ( dance / vocal / shenanigans variety ) gunning for the nation's little sister spot. as always, i kinda sorta figure things out as i go along so i'll be fleshing out her pages periodically, but for now feel free to check the info under the cut for a crash course in taeha-isms, and i'll be hopping around im's to pester for plots ( it's easier for me to keep up with things in the im's but i'm also a bit faster on discord, so let me know if you'd rather plot there! ). That's all for now, and be on the look out for a plot call!

╰ ❮ ❀ flowers bloom with strong roots! / basics & the story so far ; ❯

❀ Esther Park ( she prefers to go by Taeha! ) was born and raised in Honolulu, Hawaii where she lived comfortably with her doting parents and two older siblings, Taeyeon & Taekyung ( cries in throwback ). ❀ She began dancing at an early age ( her parents are quick to tell everyone that she could dance well before she could even walk ) and has been trained in a number of dance styles. ❀ Somewhere around her tweens she found her niche in contemporary dance and continued to train at a local company, while pursuing other creative adventures at her prep academy ( insert montage of Taeha as a cup song acapella kid ).

❀ Taeha's love of K-pop started when her older brother introduced her to all of his favorite groups. Growing up the two were always learning choreography together and annoying their family with roadtrip karaoke. ❀ It was a no-brainer that soon after her graduation she'd be off to Seoul to follow in her brother's footsteps and become LGC's #siblinggoals. ❀ But all her plans came crashing down when Taekyung decided the idol life didn't choose him and hopped on the first plane back to their hometown, leaving Taeha a bundle of emotions. ❀ After two years of adjusting to living life without her brother's immediate support, she's finally feeling like she's got a handle on things ( sometimes... ) and is determined to make her dreams come true.

❀ She's currently majoring in communications at Sookmyung Women's University to keep a promise she'd made to her parents before leaving home. She's not having the best time, and struggles to balance her studies on top of training and work - so if you see her catching a few zzz's in a random practice room don't say anything.

❀ Speaking of work, Taeha's a serial part-timer. Her current gig? Mall mascot ( of the giant pink bear variety ). Just take a coupon and please resist the urge to push her over because she will not be able to get back up for at least 15 minutes.

╰ ❮ ❀ grass is greener where you water it! / personality & quirks ; ❯

❀ Being the baby of the family Taeha's always been pretty sheltered, and can be a bit clueless at times ( she hopes it's endearing? ). Sarcasm goes right in one ear and out of the other, but a dad joke will make her day. ❀ She is also very ( very, very... very... veryvery - ) sensitive. She cries when she's happy, she cries when she's angry, she cries when she takes something out of the microwave and it's still cold in the middle. But hey, at least... Nope, there's no redeeming quality here sorry. ❀ She's always moving. Always. If it's not dancing to some random beat in her head, it's leg bobbing, table tapping, random bouncing. Think of her like the energizer bunny ( on steroids ). ❀ Her proudest moment is the first time she was able to finally hit her whistle note ( and she's done it just about every day since ). ❀ Has a massive sweet tooth and is almost always hoarding some kind of candy and definitely uses it as a bargaining chip for friendship whenever she meets someone new.

╰ ❮ ❀ one flower a garden does not make / connections? ; ❯

❀ Dorm A! I'll most likely come to bug you all individually but definitely give me all the dormmate bonding plots! If she's not crying over a drama or practicing her turns in the kitchen, she's probably going to cling to the first person that walks through door. ❀ 1st-year confidants! If your muse joined anywhere around Jan 2021, they probably witnessed all the water works whether it was due to stressing about her evaluations, cramming for an exam, or being homesick. She'll probably be closer to the friends she met as this time since it was pretty tough, so I'd love to plot out some things around then! ❀ Fangirl hours! Despite going into her 3rd year as an LGC trainee she still gets starstruck. Catch her squealing every time she has a Haru sighting - and no, she won't stop playing Butterfly until a Crystallis sunbae notices her. ❀ Annnnd before I keep rambling on, anything else we can come up with! ( I'll be posting some more well thought out plots to kick off brainstorming soon, but feel free to throw any and all ideas my way! )

#╰ ❮ ❀ ooc ⁄ intro ; ❯ #lgc:intro #( please show my small bean taeha love - and mild roasting )

[shuffle-hop-step]

Happy National Tap Dance Day!!!!! 🥳🎶

(Did you know this was a thing?? Yeah me neither. 😆 fished out an old video just for the occasion - I did tap today but I didn’t film it!!)

#you can always tell if a video is old or new by whether my hair is pink or brown lol #tap dancing #tap dance #ana* tap dances

[tall-glass-of-nope]

15 Questions, no tags

The original post wanted people tagged but y’all always get weird about it when I do that so I will simply be answering for myself. If you do this because you saw it from me, tag me so I can read. K thx

I was tagged by @yoddel 🥰

1. Are you named after anyone?

Double yes — My first name is a surname on my mom’s side, suggested by my dad. My mom forgot it was a family name and thought I was getting named after a John Grisham character.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Three days ago at the most expensive dinner I’ve ever eaten. My health is bad and my circumstances are uncomfortable and my blackout drunk friend pulled me aside to ask if I was ok. No one had asked me that in earnest in a long time.

3. Do you have kids?

I have a dog whose name means “child” in Irish Gaelic

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not effectively, but always as attempted humor

5. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

Their energy, but unfortunately I often talk myself out of my (usually correct) first impression. A “spark” can be romantic as much as it is friendly or a warning. Some people just “ping” right away. I have a preference for good natures and cleverness.

6. What’s your eye color?

Honey brown when I’m happy. Chocolate brown when I’m sad.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

These are not necessarily mutually exclusive, btw. I don’t need either as much as I need hope. But if I have to pick: happy endings.

8. Any special talent?

My brain just *gets* grammatical rules. I make for a very detail-oriented copy editor. I can say the alphabet backwards very quickly. I’m extremely good at logic puzzles. Pretty good at balancing things on my head.

9. Where were you born?

About an hour south of the nation’s capitol in the United States

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading books, writing books and poetry, going out for karaoke, discovering new bars and restaurants in my city, craft beer tasting, taking my dog to the park, watching movies, crochet, cryptogram puzzles, board games, live music concerts (esp. new artist discovery)

11. Do you have any pets.

Yup! 3yo Blue Heeler/Lab mix. And I grew up with dogs too.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

These are all solidly “have played”: soccer, chess, dancing (ballet and tap, mostly), gymnastics, karate (Bushido)

13. How tall are you?

Not actually tall. 5’3” 🤷🏻‍♀️

14. Favorite subject in school?

High school — AP Literature. College — Theatre

15. Dream Job

Actress in a beloved serialized show on ScyFy. Or award-winning roles in big screen movies.

#personal #ask game #15 questions #thanks for the tag!

[ami-ven]

Happy National Tap Dance Day!

#national tap dance day #tap dance #tap dancing #national days of stuff #holiday

[beaubambabey]

I literally feel like I can't breathe and I don't know what to do anymore. All I know is I feel like I want to die. Like, seriously genuinely die not the everyday suicidal jokey "lol my life sux" shit I do

My life is over its fucking over and I'm never gonna be able to get out of this situation unless I die

My dad lost his job at the start of the year. I agreed to try and find a higher paying job to help out. That didn't pan out. I tried to do two jobs. Hated every second I was at the other jobs. Quit them. Couldn't get the hours I had prior to searching for a new job back. Didn't know what to say to my boss because all that was in my head was my dad telling me how I needed to get a better job. At least I had a fucking job.

Both my parents have been disparaging the part time jobs I've worked while living with them. They complain about everything, from it being "too far away" (it's less than 10 miles away) to how much I get paid (minimum wage but it's increased. And is much higher than the national average even though the cost of living here is astronomical) to what I bring home (food I want to eat and store in the house/smells/attitude). I wouldn't be working these part time jobs if they'd helped me make college work better for me. Or, if my mom's story (casually dropped years ago, no way to get the truth out of her because I don't know if she's ever told the truth about anything) about how she could've put me on medication as a child, I would've actually gotten a college degree by now.

They say they're proud of me but it always feels superficial. My brother has a master's degree and a good job. I never moved out and have credit card debt.

They complain that I never show them my art, but then when I try to open myself up they either brush me off or completely change the subject.

I don't have a place in this house. I am seen but not heard. I'm a child and will always be a child but at least I'm making them money, huh.

When I was a child I wanted to dance. Not Indian dance, like my mom did. Jazz dance. Tap dance. I loved dancing, and it made me happy. My mom hated that she was paying money for something that wasn't helping me lose weight. Hated that she was paying for something that wouldnt make me into a tiny version of her. I quit dance to focus on acting, because at least I wouldn't need to be skinny and act, right? But then I quit acting to focus on school. I barely graduated high school, and most of it was because my dad screamed me through writing essays for school. "We loved you so much and wanted you to do everything" You didn't love me. You don't love me, you love the idea of me and abhor the creature you created and can't face this reality. To this day, I can't bring myself to write anything academic without self-harming.

If I wasnt going to act or dance, I thought fine art could be something. I drew, I honed my craft, I learned, I studied. It used to be something I was passionate about. I fucked up along the way. I can't let myself pretend that I finish things. I delude myself into thinking I can do so much that when reality hits and I'm suddenly locked in mental loops that leave me stuck I've already fucked up and let people down. I lost the passion for art during lockdown. Less because of circumstances, more because I fucked up and fucked over other people. The obligations to those people and righting those wrongs held me back from drawing, because I couldn't allow myself to move forward without finishing out those obligations. And yet, it took me so long to find the wherewithal to get it done that years had gone by. Being diagnosed with ADHD was too little too late. I should've either been given Ritalin as a child or euthanized.

I tried streaming again in the hopes it would motivate me to draw more. Hoping I could design some new stuff to put on my store. It did help, while it lasted. My internet was shit the entire time I tried, so I gave up since the only time I had the energy to stream was the same time my parents were watching shit on streaming services. I only learned a few days ago that we don't even have unlimited streaming bandwidth and everything I've been doing has just cost my family more money.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken a vacation. Maybe I should've just worked through the month. Maybe I never should have even thought about having fun. Maybe I should never have fun or give myself a break. Maybe that would work for them. Maybe they want to wring me out of every cent I make. If I can't afford to eat food that I actually want to eat then I'll eat less and get skinny. If I can't afford to do anything then I'll never leave. If I can't afford to leave then I'll keep making money for them.

I want to jump out of this fucking window that they never bothered putting a screen on. Maybe if they found my body in the dirt on the side of the house rotting in the freezing cold with the neighbor's lemons it would knock some sense into them. Nothing I've ever done or said ever has. To them, I'm just some little retard child they brought into the world and kept as proof that they're capable.

There is no joy or passion in my heart anymore. Everything is a desperate delusion to escape this hell I live in. I'm a burden to myself and others. I will never be free.

[nishp]

🥁🤗 Happy National Hug a Drummer Day! 🤗🥁

Today, we're turning up the volume and giving a well-deserved shout-out to the heartbeat of the music world – drummers! They're the rhythmic maestros who bring every song to life, making us tap our feet, dance, and feel the beat deep in our souls. 🎶✨

Whether you groove to pop, rock, jazz, country, hip-hop, or soul, drummers are the unsung heroes who keep the music pumping, and it's high time we celebrate their talent and dedication. 🥁🎵

Drummers, we salute you for keeping our hearts pounding and our spirits lifted with every beat. Your passion and talent are the driving force behind the music we love. 🙌🎶

Share your favorite drummers, drumming stories, or how you're celebrating National Hug a Drummer Day! Let's give these rhythm masters the recognition they deserve. 🥁🤘❤️

#HugADrummerDay #DrummersRock #RhythmMasters #MusicAppreciation #FeelTheBeat #followme #blossomlifestylehub #DrummingPassion #UnsungHeroes #MusicalHeartbeat #DrummersLife #GrooveToTheBeat #TalentAndDedication #CelebratingDrummers #BeatsAndRhythms #DrummingCommunity #LiveToDrum #DrummersWorld #MusicMagic #KeepTheBeat #DrummingCulture #SoundOfMusic #special days

[motherofqups]

Weights & Measures Full Playlist - 2023 Update

The Cure - A Forest (Remix)

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) - Kate Bush

It's Okay to Cry - SOPHIE

Rylan - the National

Da Funk - Daft Punk

Blue Monday (New Wave cover) - Orgy

I Got It - Charli XCX, Brooke Candy, CupcakKe, Pabllo Vittar

Where Is Her Head - the National

Something Has to Change - the Japanese House

Glow - Moose Blood

Tap Dancer - Local Natives

Everything in It's Right Place - Radiohead

Glass House - Gabbie Hanna

motive - Ariana Grande, Doja Cat

peacefall - Purity Ring

Cold World - SOPHIE

Under Ice - Kate Bush

Hot & Heavy - Lucy Dacus

Hysteria - Muse

Strange Terrain - Circa Survive

My Enemy - CHVRCHES, Matt Berninger

i like the devil - Purity Ring

Various Storms & Saints - Florence + the Machine

Is It Cold In the Water? - SOPHIE

Traffic - Thom Yorke

Lemon - Local Natives, Sharon Van Etten

Blood Bank (Bon Iver cover) - the Mountain Goats

NDA - Billie Eilish

Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

Therefore I Am (Billie Eilish cover) - Rain Paris

Rat A Tat - Fall Out Boy, Courtney Love

Go As a Dream - Caroline Polachek

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine

Days Go By - Dirty Vegas

Baby Girl, I'm a Blur - Say Anything

Scatterheart - Björk

Hit Me Where It Hurts - Caroline Polachek

Hey, Ma - Bon Iver

Prescilla - Bat for Lashes

Replay - Lady Gaga

Heavy Balloon - Fiona Apple

The Moment I Said It - Imogen Heap

femia - Purity Ring

Can I Believe You...? - Fleet Foxes

As You Are - Kimbra

And Dream of Sheep - Kate Bush

sinew - Purity Ring

WTH - Jhené Aiko, Ab-Soul

Burn the Witch - Radiohead

Space Ghost Coast to Coast - Glass Animals

Kingslayer - Bring Me the Horizon, BABYMETAL

Nate Growing Up - Labrinth

Good Girls - CHVRCHES

Imposter Syndrome - Circa Survive

Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush cover) - MEG MYERS

Aura - Lady Gaga

Dream Girl Evil - Florence + the Machine

Applause - Lady Gaga

2-1 - Imogen Heap

As It Was - Harry Styles

Blinding Lights (the Weeknd cover) - the Naked and Famous

Idioteque - Radiohead

One Day the Only Butterflies Left Will Be in Your Chest As You March Towards Your Death - Bring Me the Horizon, Amy Lee

A New Kind of Love - Frou Frou

The Melting of the Sun - St. Vincent

Still Don't Know My Name - Labrinth

Landmines - St. Vincent

BILLIE EILISH - Armani White

Movies - Weyes Blood

He Said She Said - CHVRCHES

Truth Is a Beautiful Thing - London Grammar

Blood Bank - Bon Iver

Gone For Good - Circa Survive

Idioteque (Radiohead cover) - Amanda Palmer

everything i wanted - Billie Eilish

Asking for a Friend - CHVRCHES

Wasting My Young Years - London Grammar

Weights & Measures - Dry the River

Feel the Love Go - Franz Ferdinand

Delete Forever - Grimes

In Circles (Sunny Day Real Estate cover) - The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die

Blood in the Cut - K.Flay

Laughing With a Mouth of Blood - St. Vincent

Sort Of - Silversun Pickups

Teardrop - Massive Attack

Would've, Could've, Should've - Taylor Swift

Your Power - Billie Eilish

cowboy like me - Taylor Swift

Skeletons (Lexi Needed a Break) - Labrinth

Decks Dark - Radiohead

Time is Running Out - Muse

Borrow Trouble - Feist

Red Bull & Hennessy - Jenny Lewis

Dreams (Fleetwood Mac cover) - Scary Pockets, Elise Trouw

Thirteen (Big Star cover) - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Bags - Clairo

Gum - Moose Blood

Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush cover) - First Aid Kit

Bad Friend - Rina Sawayama

HYD - Hayley Williams

Over Yet - Hayley Williams

Spiralling - Keane

Venus - Lady Gaga

Ocean of Tears - Caroline Polachek

Unholy - Sam Smith, Kim Petras

So Happy I Could Die - Lady Gaga

Ferris Wheel - Sylvan Esso

Go With the Flow - Queens of the Stone Age

I Don't Do Drugs - Doja Cat, Ariana Grande

Heat Waves - Glass Animals

Dead of Night - Orville Peck

Circadian Rhythm (Last Dance) - Silversun Pickups

Sanctuary - Joji

Blood and Butter - Caroline Polachek

Stop the Fucking Car - Circa Survive

Gone - Charlie XCX, Christine and the Queens

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers

Fuck This World (Interlude) - Rina Sawayama

Who's Gonna Save U Now? - Rina Sawayama

Die a Little Bit - Tinashe

Blinding Lights - the Weeknd

Without Me - Halsey

Forever - Labrinth

Caves - Chiodos

1x1 - Bring Me the Horizon, Nova Twins

The Ground Walks, with Time in a Box - Modest Mouse

Impossible Weight - Deep Sea Diver, Sharon Van Etten

The Gate (Extended Mix) - Caroline Polachek

pink diamond - Charli XCX

Self Care - Mac Miller

Can't Stop Feeling - Franz Ferdinand

What's the Use? - Mac Miller

Shimmer - Moose Blood

We're All Thieves - Circa Survive

Tiny Cities Made of Ashes - Modest Mouse

My Limb - Hayley Williams

Love/Hate Letter to Alcohol - Post Malone, Fleet Foxes

Teardrop (Massive Attack cover) - Hayley Williams

Latter Days - Big Red Machine, Anaïs Mitchell

How Not to Drown - CHVRCHES, Robert Smith

Mama - My Chemical Romance

almanac - Purity Ring

evermore - Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

Newspaper - Fiona Apple

enemy - Charli XCS

Stockholm Syndrome - Muse

Endlessly - Muse

I Disagree - Poppy

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful - Florence + the Machcine

Seventeen - Sharon Van Etten

Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush cover) - Placebo

Remembrance - Balmorhea

I Know the End - Phoebe Bridgers

Waking the Witch - Kate Bush

Blinding Lights - the Weeknd, Rosalía

Sine from Above - Lady Gaga, Elton John

stardew - Purity Ring

Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush cover) - Georgia

Oh, La - Ra Ra Riot

Time After Time (Cyndi Lauper cover) - Iron & Wine

Rooting For You - London Grammar

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Garry Marshall

This Biography is about one of the best Professional Actor of the world Garry Marshall including his Height, weight, Age & Other Detail… Express info Real Name Garry  Marshall Nickname Not Known Profession Actor, Writer, Producer, Director Famous For Directing "Pretty Woman" (1990) TV Series "Happy Days" (1974-1984) Age (as in 2016) 81 Years old Physical Stats & More Info Height in centimeters- 178 cm in meters- 1.78 m in Feet Inches- 5’ 10” Weight (approx.) in Kilograms- 82 kg in Pounds- 180 lbs Eye Colour Grey Hair Colour White Personal Life of Garry Marshall Date of Birth November 13, 1934 Date of Death July 19, 2016 Place of Death Burbank, California, U.S. Birth Place The Bronx, New York, U.S Zodiac sign/Sun sign Scorpio Nationality American Hometown New York, U.S. School DeWitt Clinton High School, New York, U.S. College Northwestern University, Evanston, Illinois, U.S. Debut Acting debut (as a child actor): The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show (1950-1958) As a director: Young Doctors in Love (1982) Family Father- Late Anthony W. Marshall (Producer, Actor) Mother- Late Marjorie Irene (Tap dance teacher, owned a tap dance school) Brother- N/A Sisters- Ronny Marshall Hallin (Middle sister, Producer), Penny Marshall (Younger sister, Actress) Religion Roman Catholic Ethnicity Father- Italian Mother- German, English & Scottish ancestry Hobbies Playing basketball Favorite Things of Garry  Marshall Favouite Film The Pride of the Yankees (1942) Favouite Sport Basketball Girls, Affairs and More of Garry  Marshall Sexual Orientation Straight Marital Status Married Affairs/Girlfriends Not Known Wife Barbara Marshall (worked as a Nurse) Children Son: Scott Marshall (Director) Daughters: Lori Marshall, Kathleen Marshall Money Factor of Garry  Marshall Net Worth US$50 million  This Biography Written By www.welidot.com Read the full article