#I still remember

[retrofailing-icor]

Happy heathers day everyone!!! You know who never got a sweater for Dec 3???

Welp. Izocha isn't really canon. But here we have Bakugo without a green polyester sweater. Happy 3rd of December everyone!

[murkystarlight]

OMFG I almost forgot how much I loved this smart ass blue alien. He is adorable💕💕💕

[yoshi17here]

"3rd of December me in your sweater"

It’s the 3rd of December, and the air feels like ice against my skin. The winter chill, typical for this time of year, bites at my cheeks, making my breath visible in small clouds as I exhale. Hyunjin and I are walking side by side, our footsteps crunching in the thick layer of snow beneath us. It’s been years now—three, to be exact. Three years since we began dating, and yet, moments like this still feel surreal, like something out of a dream I never want to wake from.

The sun hangs low, casting a soft golden glow over the landscape. It’s one of those days where everything feels muted, like the world is wrapped in a blanket of silence. The snowflakes fall lazily from the sky, floating like tiny stars caught in a moment of stillness. It’s the perfect day for an art date—our favorite kind of date.

I glance at Hyunjin as we walk, his profile sharp against the winter landscape. His long hair, usually styled to perfection, is slightly tousled by the wind, and he looks like he just stepped out of one of his sketchbooks. He smiles at me, his eyes crinkling in the corners, the same smile that still makes my heart race after all these years.

“We should find a nice spot to sit and paint,” he says, his voice warm despite the cold. “What do you think? Maybe near the lake?”

I nod eagerly, “Yeah, that sounds perfect. I’ve been wanting to paint the snow-covered trees by the water.”

Hyunjin grins. “I knew you’d say that. You always find the most beautiful places to paint.”

I blush, looking down at the snow beneath us, unsure if I can handle the attention he always gives me. It's overwhelming in the best way. After all, I’ve never understood why he could be so sure of me, but he is. Maybe that's one of the things I love most about him—the way he makes me feel like I’m enough, just as I am.

We reach the lake, and I gasp in awe. The snow blankets everything in sight, the frozen water glistening like a sheet of glass. It’s peaceful, almost magical. Hyunjin walks ahead, leading the way to a perfect spot by the edge, where a large tree stands tall, its branches heavy with snow. He sets down his art supplies on the ground and motions for me to sit next to him.

As we settle down, I notice the cold seeping through my layers. My fingers are numb from holding my paintbrush, and my nose is pink from the wind. I shiver slightly, rubbing my hands together in an attempt to warm them.

Hyunjin notices right away. He looks at me, his expression softening. “Are you cold?” he asks, his voice gentle.

I try to brush it off, not wanting to seem like I’m complaining. “A little, but I’m fine. I don’t mind.”

His eyes narrow in that way that tells me he’s not convinced. He pauses for a moment, looking at me with a thoughtful expression, and then his gaze drops to the sweater he's wearing. It's a thick, oversized knit in a deep shade of navy blue, the kind that looks as if it could keep you warm even in the middle of a snowstorm.

“Here,” he says, his voice soft yet firm. “You need this more than I do.”

Before I can protest, he’s already pulling the sweater off, revealing a thin long-sleeve shirt underneath. The contrast is stark—he’s much more resilient in the cold, his skin seemingly impervious to the chill.

I open my mouth to argue, but before I can get a word out, he drapes the sweater over my shoulders. The warmth from the fabric envelops me instantly, and I inhale deeply, the familiar scent of him—cinnamon, coffee, and something that’s uniquely him—fills my senses.

I look up at him, blinking in surprise. “Hyunjin, you’re going to freeze,” I say, trying to give him the sweater back.

He just shakes his head, giving me a soft smile. “I’ll be fine. You look like you need it more than I do. Besides, I’m used to the cold.”

I can’t argue with that. Hyunjin’s always had a way of shrugging off discomfort, focusing on others instead of himself. It’s one of the many things I admire about him.

The sweater is too big for me, the sleeves hanging past my hands, but it feels like I’m wrapped in a hug. I snuggle into it, feeling his warmth still lingering within the fibers. My heart beats a little faster, a mix of affection and gratitude bubbling inside me.

He sits down next to me, pulling his own coat tighter around him. For a moment, we’re both silent, the only sound being the soft crunch of snowflakes landing on the ground. Hyunjin picks up his paintbrush and dips it into the water, starting to sketch the landscape. I can’t help but admire the way his hands move, the fluidity and ease with which he brings his art to life.

I turn to my own canvas, feeling the brush in my hand, though my mind is still somewhat elsewhere. I can’t stop thinking about how gentle Hyunjin is, how he always knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. It’s like he’s always attuned to me, even in the smallest ways.

I glance at him again, his brows furrowed in concentration as he paints, his lips slightly parted. The way he looks when he’s in his element—lost in his art—makes me fall for him all over again. It’s a familiar feeling, but it still catches me off guard, every single time.

“You look beautiful today,” he says out of the blue, his voice soft and tender.

I feel my face heat up, my fingers fumbling with the paintbrush in my hand. “What? No, I—”

He chuckles, the sound light and airy, and looks at me with that knowing smile. “You always do. Even when you don’t think so.”

I don’t know how he manages to make me feel so special with just a few words, but he does. Hyunjin has this uncanny ability to make the world feel like it’s ours and ours alone.

The sky above us is starting to darken, the sun having long since dipped below the horizon. The air is even colder now, but I don’t mind. Hyunjin’s sweater is warm, and his presence beside me is all I need to feel content. We continue painting, working side by side in silence, comfortable in each other’s company. It’s moments like these that remind me why I fell in love with him in the first place—because he’s not just my boyfriend; he’s my partner, my confidant, the person I want by my side through every winter, every season, every year.

And as the snow falls around us, I realize that even if time passes and the world changes, moments like this will always feel like home.

day 2 -- day 4

[heesimp]

have you ever had any enha interactions? like at concerts and stuff

yes 🙂‍↕️ let me humble brag for a second because I got really happy remembering these :’)

last time I saw them, heeseung put his hand up to his ear in the “call me” motion (imactuallystilldead) when he passed by my section and when sunghoon walked by (when they went into the crowd) he walked past me but I waved at him to come back and he did and now we have a blurry video together with him holding my hand KFBDMANAK

the last time I was close to the stage too. jay and jungwon kept looking at me too (my friend has a video of this bc jay kept coming over to our section when and I swear we made eye contact like 3638382 times) and jungwon too. I think he was happy me and the people next to me weren’t really on our phones the whole time. jake during sound check kept interacting with my friend and I because we just screamed fuck all and had a good time and everyone around us will SILENT and STOOD STILL 😩 unfortunately very little sunoo and ni-ki interactions but I kept yelling “my sons!” whenever they danced in front of me

I have a lot of enha stories like enhypen are my forever people and for all of the drabbles I post, I really do love them and I’m grateful for everything they’ve done to and with me

also I hope I don’t come off as bragging because I’m really not trying to push these in anyone’s face I just got a rush of emotions seeing this ask :( I love you enhypen

[sugarsagecat]

Loved what @gatheredfates wrote about inspo Vs plagiarism. Yes, there are times we will pull ideas from the same resources. The resources are not finite. We won't all starve if we all have purple haired miqos with survivors guilt. I do think the most important thing is; if your gut tells you something isn't right... Something probably isn't right. You never need to interact with anyone who gives you the ick

[utterlyunawarewriter]

reblog if you aren't getting or didn't get a sweater on the 3rd of december

[mokijimon]

I try drawing sans for a request but I kinda like how it turns out

I still remember when I was still a kid, I really struggled to draw toriel and now when I look back I can say that I improve a lot. Little me would be so proud.

[moonschocolate]

Y'ALL

IT'S THE DAY

THAT DAY

THAT TIME OF THE YEAR

IT IS OFFICIALLY THE THIRD OF DECEMBER

[0318k]

[anyas-art]

HAPPY CONAN GRAY DAYYYYY

[larz-barz]

its now december 3rd. all i need is a sweater

[lesbianpoetess]

music in the time signature

of your heartbeat

when i lay on your chest

[pendragaryen]

5th anniversary of Dystopia Con 2 - April 6-8 2018 (Just one of the best weekends of my life🧡🫶😊)

[ceo-of-stealing-ur-fucking-teeth]

People talking about honour killings from non-white countries as if some delusional man doesn’t decide to kill his wife or girlfriend here in the west almost every day. As if they get divorced and then decide to kill their ex partner and children. As if parents don’t regularly throw out their children to be homeless for things like teen pregnancy, homosexuality or being transgender, if they don’t beat them, kill them, or drive them to suicide. As if men won’t stalk and kill a woman for being ‘rude’ or telling them no.

We have no moral superiority here. The only reason you care about honour killings is because the people doing them aren’t white. It’s not because it’s femicide or murder in general, because if that was the case, you’d be getting just as outraged about what happens to all women, including black, indigenous and latin, to gay and trans people. You care because it gives you an excuse to be racist. If you have a shit, you’d be fighting all forms of abuse and asking for better resources for everyone.

The only time I ever heard my white, Catholic, middle class family talk about women’s oppression was in regards to the Middle East. They didn’t do anything about it, don’t get me wrong. They didn’t sponsor people looking to escape, or anything useful. They just used the violence committed against women and LGBTQ+ people as a weapon to show how these people deserved to be bombed and harmed and not allowed to be in our country.

You can be critical of violence. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be. But there’s something about glass houses, and rocks, that makes me angry when the only time people seem willing to acknowledge it is to justify cruelty en masse. When I grew up and saw domestic violence statistics, family annihilators, how people talked about the Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Two Spirit People, teen pregnancy, and on and on. Too often, people would complain about how barbaric it was that a woman was murdered by her family or husband for bringing ‘dishonor’ on her home, and then turn around and completely ignore their friends and family going down the same path until it was too late. These assholes don’t care about women, they don’t care about anyone. They just want to be cruel.

They just think their version of cruelty is superior somehow because their evil just shoots their wives and daughters instead of stoning them.

[lamialamia]

me in 2019 fighting for my life defending Pedro Pascal and trying to make my friends realise how talented, hot, charismatic, show-stopping,etc etc of an actor he is:

My friends:

skip ahead to 2024 and they still don't see it.

[anya-xoxo]

HAPPY CONAN GRAY DAYYYYY