#gen’s jenny

[likesplatterpaint]

This is a really hard post to write, but I know she is very loved by many on here and I don’t want to blindside anyone.

Vet today was much more serious than I thought. Nunu likely has squamous cell cancer on her foot. I finally came to grips today with the fact it’s probably time. I could go into all the signs she’s given us but it’s not really necessary.

We will spend the next week loving on her and giving her all her favorites before giving her the last gift I can: freedom from the pain.

I am breaking. She is a piece of me, my constant through many tumultuous years of grief, change, trauma and success. She is the angel mom unknowingly picked to stay with me.

She is my bananu, my nunu, our bumble.

We love her, so, so much.

And she loves us.

And bagels.

[iceprincehoonpark]

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭”

Park SoHyun - 02 line!

Park Sunghoon - 02 line!

[bambieheeseunglee]

Lee Heeseung - "𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕." ❤️🔥

Lee Heeseung - 01 line!

[freaky-flawless]

Jenny Wakeman from My Life as a Teenage Robot as a Monster High character! Also featuring "Hot Rod Jenny"

Process vid under the cut!

[Video Description: A video showing the process of the drawing above over the course of a minute]

[pixelnrd]

Mac and Jasmine drove back to Copperdale, to visit the family home that Jasmine had grown up in. Of course now, it was the family home to her brother Quincy. After retiring, their Moms had decided to move to Tartosa to enjoy the sun and sand, but Quincy had stayed living there, growing his own family with Kylie over the decades. They now had not only Riley, but their twin sons Tommy and Billy, and were still together despite their tumultous beginnings.

The house Jasmine had once grown up in was now full of another family's photos, and yet it still felt like home despite its updated interior. When Jasmine had called to let them know they would be visiting, the siblings and cousins had all gathered. Ginger was there with her own daughter, Lola, and hearing about Mac's expedition to uncover their family history had brought with her the family photographs that she had been taking care of and curating over many years.

The family all congregated over the box of old film photographs, and reminisced together. A family photo of the teenaged triplets with their mothers was the first thing Mac pulled from the box, and they all laughed at their goofy hairstyles and clothes, reminiscent of 90s stereotypes.

'Here's one of all of you,' Mac said, passing a photo to Ginger and Quincy, who smiled together at the sight of themselves as children.

'This one is cute, Mom', they said as they handed Jasmine a photograph of herself and her triplet siblings as toddlers, colourful and messy-faced.

'It feels like a whole other lifetime ago,' smiled Jasmine. 'We lived in this house our whole lives, and went through so many different stages and phases together.’

Mac jumped up to show their cousins the photos of their parents, and the triplets held one another with love as they reminisced. All in all, they had had a wonderful childhood here. They were all so different, their lives having taken diverse paths - and yet, they had still stayed close despite it all. Their Moms had done such a good job.

[jayhypeboy2002]

Unwrapping my favorite gift tonight... hope you're ready to make this Christmas unforgettable 🔥🎄.

Jay Park - 02 line!

[seiya-starsniper]

Six Degrees of Separation

Rating: Teen || Chapters: 1/4 || Word Count 1.4k

Summary:

The Dead Boy Detectives run into a familiar pub while out on a case, and Crystal has to contend with an unfortunate event from her past.

Hob Gadling wasn't planning on adopting three teenagers and a full grown woman, but stranger things have happened in his long centuries of life.

Read here on Tumblr, or over on AO3

dedicated to @softest-punk for making me emotional about Hob adopting the kids in DBD 💖

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“In here!” Edwin shouts, gesturing frantically at the entrance to a pub that looks vaguely familiar to Crystal. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have much time to wonder before the banshee chasing them lets out a blood curdling scream. Crystal rushes in with Charles right behind her, pushing the door and slamming it shut behind her. Thankfully the pub seems to be completely empty except for one man. 

A man who looked extremely pissed off to see them.

“Oh bloody hell, fuck no, not you, out!” the older man shouts, moving out from behind the bar and looking ready to chase them out by force if necessary. Crystal braces herself, glancing around frantically for some sort of back door that she can bolt to if necessary. She’s pretty sure she can outrun him.

Charles and Edwin however, are a different story.

“Hob, it’s us!” Charles exclaims, throwing up his hands in an attempt to show no harm.

“We’re sorry for bringing a ghost to your door, Mr Gadling,” Edwin adds. “If you’ll just let me borrow one of your books to get rid of this banshee, we’ll be out of your hair.” 

“Not you two, her,” the man, Hob (what the hell kind of name was that?) growls, pointing at Crystal accusingly. Edwin and Charles turn to her in shock, and Crystal is about to protest that she has no idea what this man is on about, but then the memory of how she knows Hob Gadling comes flooding back to her.

The pub they’d run into was The New Inn and Crystal had almost burned it down last year because some girl she hated at school had come here for her 18th birthday. With all of Crystal’s friends, sans Crystal. Ex-friends now, since Crystal had tried to burn the place down with the whole party still inside. Hob had, unsurprisingly, pressed charges, and it took a lot of money from her parents to make everything go away.

“I’m sorry!” Crystal yells, just as the banshee screeches and slams its body against the door behind them. It lights up an iridescent blue, a warding against ghosts. Of course Crystal had to go and fuck up the one supernatural relationship she had because she was an idiot asshole last year. 

“I know this isn’t a great time, but I’m kind of a different person now?” Crystal says, having no idea how to even begin to explain the weird circumstances of the last month. “I swear what my past self did isn't who I am now,” she adds, also raising her hands to show she means no harm. 

“She’s part of the Dead Boy Detectives Agency, mate,” Charles interjects, while Edwin nods furiously in agreement. “Please don’t throw her out!”

The banshee lets out another screech and slams itself against the door, rattling the frame so hard that Crystal’s afraid it might fly off the hinges at any moment. Whatever ward Hob had placed, it wasn’t going to hold out for that much longer.

“What the hell is going on?!” a familiar voice cries out, and then Jenny Green of all people is coming out of what Crystal assumes is the kitchen. She’s also brandishing a butcher knife, because why would any of that change now that she lives across the pond?

“Jenny?!” Charles and Edwin yell.

“Oh fuck,” the older woman curses, glancing back and forth between the three of them and Hob. Crystal really hopes they haven’t just gotten Jenny fired. Finding a job had been tough enough for her when they'd relocated, and she had refused any help financially from Crystal.

“You know them?!” Hob asks, shock clear in his voice.

“It’s a long story,” Jenny grumbles, then screams when the banshee throws itself against the door again. “What the fuck, why did you lead a ghost here? ”

The door rattles and creaks, and the ward around the pub shimmers and vibrates angrily, which seems to finally prompt Hob to action. He straightens his back, rubs a hand over his face, and then takes one, two, three deep breaths before he looks them all over appraisingly. 

“Jenny, get the salt from the back,” Hob orders, gesturing her back to the kitchen. “The iron knives should be on the shelf next to them. Edwin, you know where the tomes are,” he adds pointing upwards, likely towards a room on the second floor of the pub. Jenny and Edwin nod quietly before disappearing to their designated posts, leaving Crystal and Charles alone with Hob.

“Right, so since when have the Dead Boys gotten themselves involved with trust fund brats?” Hob asks, still eyeing Crystal warily as if he expects her to pull out a lighter at any moment. 

“Since this trust fund brat got possessed by a demon and got her memories stolen,” Crystal answers, wincing when she realizes how harsh that sounds. “Sorry. I just recently got them back and it's been a weird time. I really am sorry though. For like, nearly burning this place to the ground cause I was mad.”

“You did what? ” Charles cries out, his mouth agape. “Please tell me that was all David’s doing.”

Crystal scrunches up her face and then shakes her head. “I wish it was, but no. Just plain old shitty Crystal,” she answers truthfully.

Hob looks between the two of them, then sighs, his expression softening. 

“Look, clearly you’ve done some soul searching and I am the last person who should be allowed to hold a grudge against someone who’s done some bad things,” he says, then gestures to Charles. “If the boys vouch for you, then I’m willing to bury the hatchet. All right, Ms Von-Hovercraft?”

“Please just call me Crystal,” Crystal pleads. She really hated being referred to by her surname. It still felt weird and foreign to her, after everything she had gone through. Hob huffs, and this time when he looks at her, there isn’t a shred of contempt in his expression.

“Yeah okay. Crystal,” he says warmly. “You can call me Hob.”

Crystal wants to ask where the hell the name Hob comes from, because she’s pretty sure she remembers his name being Richard , but before she can say anything, Edwin and Jenny come back and Hob turns his full attention to taking care of the banshee that’s trying to get past the wards he has around the entire pub. 

“You’re lucky Tuesday’s a slow night,” Hob says, before he starts flipping through the tome. “Jenny, Crystal, make a salt circle by the tables over there,” he adds, pointing to his left. “You’re going to need to lead her there so we can trap her.”

Crystal and Jenny make as large of a circle as they can, pouring generous amounts of salt into the floor. When they’re done, Hob instructs them to the front of the pub, where the door is still rattling and glowing angrily. Edwin and Charles are standing next to Hob, Charles with his cricket bat out, and Edwin and Hob ready to chant the spell within the tome. 

“When I count to three, open the door and run like hell into the salt circle,” Hob tells them. “One, two, THREE!”

Crystal throws open the door and both she and Jenny cover their ears as they run towards the salt circle. The banshee’s cries are even louder now that she’s inside the pub, but their plan works. She follows them straight into the circle, then screeches again in anger once she realizes she cannot follow them out. Her long hands try to grab for Jenny’s apron, but Charles materializes right at the circle’s edge to bat her hand away. 

Hob and Edwin start chanting some spell in what Crystal assumes is Latin, and the banshee screeches at an even louder volume than before. The salt circle alights a bright gold, and Crystal and Jenny are practically thrown backwards by the force of the magic taking effect.

The banshee lets out one more high pitched scream, and then her dark grey dress suddenly becomes stark white, dark and wet black hair paling slowly to a soft light brown. When the banshee lifts her face, her eyes are no longer sunken and black, but wide and bright green. 

She’s beautiful, now that she’s no longer in pain.

The Night Nurse shows up shortly afterwards, collecting the woman and gently reassuring her that she’s going to a better place. She looks at Hob like she’s offended by his very existence, which the man takes in stride and cheerfully waves her off, telling her to say hello to her boss for him. 

“Right then,” Hob says after the banshee and the Night Nurse have left. “Now that that’s taken care of, care to explain to me what the bloody hell is the connection with you lot?”

[goodomens-girlie]

I’m a lesbian but listen…

[wonforjwon]

Yang Jungwon, 2004 : Happy 21st Birthday, Jungwon! 🎉💙

It’s hard to put into words just how much you mean to so many people. From the moment you stepped into the spotlight, you have led with such grace, kindness, and unwavering strength. You’re not just an incredible artist and leader—you’re a person with a heart so full of love, warmth, and sincerity.

Every single day, you inspire us with your hard work, your passion, and the way you care for those around you. Your laughter brings joy, your presence brings comfort, and your determination reminds us that dreams are worth chasing. No matter how difficult things may get, you always keep moving forward with a bright smile, and that strength is something truly admirable.

As you turn 21, I hope you take a moment to look back at everything you’ve achieved and be proud of how far you’ve come. You’ve touched so many hearts, and the love you give comes back to you in waves. May this new chapter in your life be filled with endless happiness, good health, success, and the love you so freely give to others.

You are deeply loved, appreciated, and celebrated today and always. ENGENEs will forever stand by your side, supporting you in every step of your journey. Never forget how special you are.

Thank you for being you, Jungwon. Keep shining, keep dreaming, and keep leading with that beautiful heart of yours. ENGENEs will always be here, cheering you on every step of the way.

Watching you grow over the years has been such a blessing. You carry yourself with such grace and wisdom beyond your years, yet you never lose your playful, bright spirit. You inspire so many people, not just with your talent but with the way you care for others, always putting your team and ENGENEs first.

Enjoy your day, our incredible leader. You deserve all the happiness in the world.

Happy Jungwon Day! 💙✨

[yuzchaes]

　 　 ✿࿐　 　 ❛　　you and me

[likesplatterpaint]

At the vet for her annual/follow up to the most recent pee issues.

A little afraid of what he will tell me. :/

Cheez its for good old girls.

[dejavuez]

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🍸 fav or reblog if u save

[bambieheeseunglee]

Heartthrob alert: Heeseung walking in, standards rising

Lee Heeseung - 01 line!

[sunnysunooshine]

Starting 2025 with this Kim Sunoo!

Kim Sunoo - 03 line!

[pixelnrd]

Mac was satisfied with their mother's account of her own childhood and where she had come from; but it had only opened up more doors that Mac wanted to explore. They had heard from their mother and her siblings - but they wanted to know more. And who better to tell them than their grandmothers.

Mac tried to visit their grandma's every few months. The years had taken a lot from them in old age, and the triplets had sequestered them back home from Tartosa to keep them close by and safe as old age began to take its toll on every facet of their lives. Heather and Jenny lived in a retirement home, albeit one that had every luxury of a resort. Whenever Mac visited, they were always busy with some activity or social engagement.

This time though, Heather was excited to see her grandchild to tell them stories of her own life. She broke out her old family photo album, the one she had held onto her whole life, with the precious few photographs she had to show where she herself had come from.

'My mother and father were married, and they had me and my brother. You'd see these photos and think we were the perfect family, but I learnt from a young age that things aren't always what they might seem from the outside - my Mom was unhappy, and my Dad was a workaholic. After my parents divorced, Dad married again and moved away, your classic mid life crisis. But even so, as a young girl I missed him so dearly.'

'I guess that's the benefit of never having known my Dad,' mused Mac. 'I can't miss someone I never met.'

Heather smiled at her grandchild. 'Such an insightful one, aren't you? You can't miss what you never had... except your own memories. I did always want to see that big house we grew up in one last time before my time is up.'

Mac had a great idea. 'Why don't we go there, granny? Just for a look?'

And so Mac took their elderly grandmother on a road trip to San Sequoia, to the address of the home she had grown up in as a child in the 80s. Except when they arrived, the house didn't look the same.

'Well, I guess it's to be expected,' sighed Heather. 'All old things get remade into something new.'

Mac didn't want their grandmother to be sad; but as they went to turn around, a family came out of the house - a Mom, a Dad and so many children.

'Sorry to have bothered,' said Mac. 'It's just, my granny here grew up in this house as a girl, and she wanted to see it one more time.'

The family were excited to hear Heather's story, and invited them into the house. It was a beautiful, sunlit home with all the marks of being well lived in by a young family. It was nothing at all like it had been in Heather's childhood - and yet, she smiled as she looked around the space, remembering that her childhood had existed right here too in a different time.

'Are you okay, granny?' asked Mac. They didn't want her to be feeling sad, like her childhood had been destroyed.

Heather smiled and hugged her grandchild. 'Not at all my dear. Another family lives here and is making their memories now. Think of the beaitiful layers and layers of happy childhoods that exist here. I am glad that this home is still loved.'

[callistay]

— Stray Kids made history by being the first group, the first K-POP group and the first 4th Gen K-POP group to attend the Met Gala on May 6th 2024 !