#H.A.G.S.

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H.A.G.S

[wehaveagathering]

H.A.G.S.

[general-sleepy]

Brilliant idea: a horror movie called H.A.G.S. about a girl who just graduated from high school and becomes and/or battles a witch.

[sencrose]

hey. non-americans do y'all know what h.a.g.s means

[tomatoluvr69]

Yayyyyyyy my labor day weekend plans. We’re driving to the Smokies to paddle to a remote lake island bc I can’t backpack right now, then camping there until Tuesday <3 goodbye weekend warriors if I don’t return to this blog it means I got eaten by a bear or had too much molly and drowned but either way I died doing what I loved. Love you all H.A.G.S.

[editoress]

@zacksfairest thank you also for indulging us all with what we really want to put out there: more stuff about our OCs.

challenge: make a poll with five of your favorite OCs, and then tag five people to do the same. see which one is everyone's favorite

@rinnysega @corellianflyboy @venusmages @javert @ali3nboyfriend

[reallytime]

Time to get Trendy

💃

You wish me.

-H.A.G.S.!!!

[silphilis]

Hey you're a dork an its in love with ya. Stay cool.

what is this my middle school yearbook? luv u most H.A.G.S gorgeous 🩵

[eclipseofthemoonsmood]

Storytime

Throwback to that one time in 3rd grade and it was like 2014 and it was the end of the year and people were signing my yearbook and putting "H.A.G.S." ( Aka Have A Great Summer ) but i was not in the loop and didn't know what that meant so i thought everyone who wrote "H.A.G.S.!!! :)" in my yearbook was calling me a literal HAG.

[smudgedeyeshadow]

my cousin just graduated middle school and his yearbook didn’t have a single H.A.G.S…

[professorspork]

responding to everyone's final comments on the epilogue has me so emotional IT FEELS LIKE YEARBOOK DAY AS A SENIOR OR SOMETHING

NEVER CHANGE! H.A.G.S.!!

[stinckers]

H.A.G.S.

[someoneihavelovedbutneverknown]

Southern California Gothic

There’s a group of girls at your school called “the popular girls”. Ignore their side-eyes and glares at you. They wish they were human, like you.

You have a kid in all of your classes. They’re the most annoying person of all time. Pay attention to them. If they try to talk to you, it’s their way of saying “get out”.

The beach is one of the safer spots. At least during the day. The waves drown out the voices trying to get you. Just don’t stay too long. The surfers out in the water may notice you’ve stayed far longer than your welcome allows. If one approaches you, run to the pier. They hold no power there.

Your friends ask you to go to the mall. You’ve been to that mall, but they find stores that you’ve never seen before. When you go back without them, the stores have disappeared. They are the keys to them.

There’s a group of boys in the back of your history class. One mentions something about the border. They all go silent, or they start shouting. Don’t step in. It’ll only make it worse.

During the last days of school, the air is buzzing with excitement over the summer. A popular girl writes H.A.G.S. in your yearbook. You think she did it out of sympathy, or maybe pity. 

The theater kids are the most unhinged of all the electives. You hear their screaming from your English class. But go to them if you need help doing less than legal or immoral things. They help with no hesitation. They’ve already sold their souls to the play.

Somebody is doing tarot readings in the library during lunch. They use Uno cards. Those cards hold more power than you think, listen to them wisely.

Your friend asks you if they can draw on your hand. Always accept. It’ll protect you, even after it wears off. But ask them what the symbols they draw mean. You want to be sure they are really your friend.

One of your friends refuses to wear shorts, no matter what. You can’t be sure of what she’s trying to hide, but it’s best not to look into it.

The marine layer that comes every now and then is shielding you from what’s outside of it. If you see any weird gaps in it, never go under there. The last person who did it arrived as a different person. Not even a person, more so.

Ignore how the leaves don’t fall until December, then grow back in May. The seasons work differently in that realm.

If you ever go into Los Angeles, ignore the smell of urine and cigarettes, tip the musicians, and give your leftover food to the homeless. These are offerings for the city. Once you leave, refer to it as LA. It certainly isn’t the city of angels anymore.

Cherish the rain. It won’t come often, but when it does, cherish it. The hills finally turn from brown to green, and that’s when they are happiest.

Be kind to the weird kids. They know much more than you do, and will someday help. Create an inside joke with them, and when you need help, scream it. They’ll come.

Most importantly, keep your phone on you at all times. Record anything strange. Your mind will deceive you, but the camera won’t. It’ll allow you to see whatever hides behind the popular girl’s pearly smiles.

Lastly, don’t go into the ocean past dark. We don’t know what’s in there. If you are foolish enough to go, don’t let the water get past your waist. It’s easier to escape if you can jump a bit.

[pannpann0]

you’re the one that I got

xiaoyang, < 500 words, rated T

vague high school au, inspired by no one but you/no one but you + invincible track mv (stream besties), purely #vibes

“Everyone thinks I got in a fight.” Yangyang grins, shameless. He clearly thinks the lingering bruises look cool.

Dejun rolls his eyes, steadying Yangyang’s cast in his grip, across his knees. “Everyone thinks you got the shit beat out of you.”

“I fought back.” A shrug in Yangyang’s voice, a toothy smile pointed to the sky. Dejun’s too deep in concentration to humor him further. He’s tracing a long Sharpie line around the curves of get well messages scribbled along the length of Yangyang’s forearm, crammed by the stiff crook of his elbow, down to Guanheng’s giant H.A.G.S splattered multicolor in the center.

He breaks off the line from there— a new one shoots off to Yangyang’s wrist, somewhere where Kun’s admonishing scribble would be, somewhere in the world he is, instead. Another rounds down right beneath Yangyang’s wrist, where Ten’s neat block letters would rest. From there, he could probably draw out lines from any which way, to new points that will branch again like ink bleeding on the plaster, Yangyang’s veins underneath. Wherever the two of them are right now, it probably beats sitting back home here in the old stomping grounds, but Dejun thinks they would enjoy it here today, at least. After class, light rain, cool concrete, a clean earth scent. Yangyang’s shaggy hair splayed out on the makeshift sleeping bag beside Dejun, like a wild orange dandelion. Sicheng’s line stops right at the edge of the cast, where fading scars Yangyang’s knuckles peek out under.

Soon enough, Yangyang’s own line will shoot off somewhere, now that he’s realized something beyond abandoned buildings nestled in overgrown grass. Dejun’s has his own ready to form, pooled in the tip of his pen. There’s no actual space left to map its path.

“Man, you’re kinda fucking my shit up.” Yangyang’s head lifts to the side, inspecting Dejun’s handiwork. He lifts his arm, so Dejun’s grasp can slip down his slender fingers.

Yangyang never asks for anything directly. He pushed every classmates’ well wishes to the corners of his cast to make room for Dejun’s own whims. He curls those fingers inwards then, so Dejun won’t let go. And he would not ask Dejun to follow where he goes, every one of Dejun’s secrets and dreams and half-formed thoughts heavy in the pocket of his uniform joggers.

He needs someone to connect his line halfway instead, for Dejun to look into his eyes, and press his lips on Yangyang’s scars, his joints, the tips of his fingers, where x marks the spot.

[maspers]

My favorite Harry Potter theory

is that Dumbledore's name is actually not just "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore" but is actually like a freaking page long because his parents were nuts. All the Dumbledore siblings have names like this. Unfortunately they are required to shorten their names on most legal documents, but on occasion Dumbledore has managed to use his name in place of a beginning-of-the-school-year speech. 

If he had been less confident about his ability to win Harry's trial in Book 5, then he would have introduced himself by his full name to throw Fudge off his guard. 

The only people to successfully memorize Dumbledore's full name are Aberforth and Lupin. Professor McGonagall *would* have it memorized, but unfortunately Albus has deliberately obscured his name with a variety of puzzles and hijinks to taunt her. By the time of his death, she had figured out nearly the full name, but one of the middle names continued to elude her. 

Eventually she was in her new office, cleaning out Dumbledore's stuff. She finds a note in one of the drawers, next to a lemon drop. 

"Dear Minerva: You guessed right the first time. It is, in fact, "Larry". I just didn't want you to know you'd figured it out. H.A.G.S. -Albus"

McGonagall flips the desk. Then she goes to grave, digs up the casket, and flips that too.

[trickstump]

there's a certain relief in going to the dentist, having the dude look @ my teeth for about 30 seconds and going "looks good to me, have a great summer!" but also a deep horror because i KNOW i have 2 cavities so why did that mf give me a yearbook signature <3 h.a.g.s! <3 and send me on my way