#hannah jang

[lyrics365]

A Good Thang (feat. G2)

Welcome to my class today du mal hal pilyoneun eopgetji nareul alabwateuni kkeutjangeul bwabwayagetji You know I got a good thing You know I got a good thing You know I got a good thing You know I got a good thing I ain’t tryna be rude alryeojuji oneulbam Say my name ttabunhae jigeum neowa nan I know what you want jyaenedeul bogo itjani hansumman jonna nawa gapgaphae i jari naseoji i maemareun…

[jubileesstuff]

Hannah, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Chan, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Olivia, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Felix, appalled: Call the exorcist.

[k-star-holic]

Kim Jong-min - "I've met you for a while, my little old boy"

[silantryoo]

BONUS [ LIKEALOOK ] — wonyoung's l/n y/n.

jang wonyoung, before first year.

WARNINGS ; mentions of toxic household, mentions of self-sabotage (1.8k)

jang wonyoung knew it wasn't right to run from her problems.

she wasn't the fastest on the team, not by a long shot. she lagged behind her soon-to-be teammates, always running a mile thirty minutes slower than them. her legs, although powerful, were only good for jumping up, never forward.

still, it never deterred her from trying, the constant reminder of her mother in the mirror and her father in her name. no matter how much she failed and how often it scarred her, she always ended up running.

wonyoung was tired of running.

victor's hall.

trophies scattered the walls, ribbons and banners waving in the air. a collection of all suma's best, their achievements immortalized for the centuries to come. the cases were in pristine condition, glowing in the soft back light that emitted behind the multiple enclosures.

a place in victor's hall was no small thing. after all, suma only took the best of the best, evident in the overwhelming number of olympians and professional players that were alumni.

getting into suma was a victory in itself; being one of the SKYS.

but wonyoung didn't feel like it was a victory. it didn't feel like she won some grand prize, or that she finally got into her dream school, on a scholarship in her dream program.

it felt... hollow.

she had sacrificed too much to not continue. her relationship (although there was barely anything there) with her father, her chance at a 'proper' university, her knee, her diet, her stress, hannah...

god, she even left hyunseo in that horrible, greyed out house with her father who only loved her during the good, when her baby sister reminded him that she was the creation of real love and not whatever the hell wonyoung was.

hyunseo was a lee, she wasn't born under the circumstances of business, not as a jang.

she knew her mother would do everything in her power to protect hyunseo, though. there wasn't much that wonyoung could ensure jiyoung with, but they both wanted the same thing. they both wanted to protect their younger sisters in one way or another, or in jiyoung's case, whatever's left of it.

wonyoung looked at last year's banner, the emptiness settling in her stomach once more.

'FINALIST'.

she couldn't help but wonder if it was her fate would be the same this year. her father was sure to pull her out of suma if that were the case. he'd pull all the funding from under her feet, take her off his will and leave nothing in her name.

she couldn't have that, not until after university. she was on a full ride scholarship, but how was she going to survive? would she starve? wonyoung couldn't work a job on top of being on the volleyball team. in all honesty, wonyoung had never even touched a cleaning rag.

wonyoung poked on the glass, sighing to herself.

was this even worth it? was she worth it?

"are you allowed to get fingerprints on that?"

wonyoung jumped, flinching so hard that her hand retracted from the case at lighting speed.

was she already in trouble? it was barely her first week as an official suma spartan, yet she had already done something that could get her kicked off the team.

was this the moment she was going to get expelled?

"i-i didn't...!" wonyoung frantically wiped the mirror with her sweater, cleaning it of any marks she left. "i was just looking, i swear!"

the volleyball player turned around.

"i'm not gonna tell." a soft smile appeared on the person's face, and wonyoung could feel her knees buckling. "i don't even go here yet."

oh... wow.

part of wonyoung wanted to speak, she wanted to introduce herself like she always did; 'wonyoung', without the jang, of course. for some reason, the air in her throat seemed to get stuck, feline eyes staring at her in wonder.

"i swear, i'm not lying." the girl chuckled. it felt like music, like a lullaby. "i was just wandering around. one of my coworker's told me the bookstore was down victor's hall. i didn't expect it to be so... big."

wonyoung blinked.

she was absolutely lost. would a laugh ease the tension? a smile? maybe a thumbs up was enough, or would that make her look like an idiot?

all wonyoung managed to do was let out a soft 'huh?'.

"the bookstore..." the girl cleared her throat, looking wonyoung directly in her eyes. the taller girl could feel her entire neck burn with a blush. "do you not go here...?"

"i-i do!" wonyoung blurted out, her words jumbled and rushed, just like her thoughts. "i go here, i mean."

the girl giggled once more, and wonyoung blushed harder. the mystery girl was pretty, wonyoung towering over her shorter stature. she was dressed in nice clothes, a little under the radar and not what wonyoung was used to seeing, but still nice. she even fidgeted cutely too, rubbing her knuckles together as if she were...

"are you cold?"

wonyoung bit her lip, cursing at herself internally. she was no good at talking to pretty girls, not when they looked like this. part of her wished her yujin-unnie was here to help her out.

the mystery girl smiled. "maybe a little?"

the volleyball player tugged off her sweater, feeling her sweaty back hit the cold air.

"i-it's a little sweaty." the one time she didn't take a shower after practice was the one time a pretty girl came up to her and decided to be cold.

"i shouldn't-" the pretty girl refused, a bright blush on her face. it took everything in wonyoung to not slam her head into the glass cabinet, feeling too giddy to even breathe properly.

"i'll be fine." the athlete managed to squeak out, suppressing her shiver. "it's cheap anyway."

it was about 100,000 won, give or take. it was cheap to wonyoung, but definitely not cheap enough that anyone without her background would give it out.

she knew at this point, the girl was sure to be curious of her status.

"thanks, um..."

"wonyoung," she said simply.

she prayed that this mystery girl wouldn't ask about her last name. the shorter girl didn't know the implications it held for wonyoung; the pain and the tears that hid behind the word. wonyoung couldn't blame her if she asked, but she didn't wanna think about it right now.

right now, she just wanted to be wonyoung. just wonyoung, talking to a pretty girl (and pretty much landing horrible on her face).

the shorter girl smiled, her eyes studying wonyoung's face with curiousity.

the athlete felt her hand twitch, an overwhelming urge to straighten her hair and put on a camera-ready smile. she wondered if the pretty girl recognized her through the grapevine, or perhaps was debating whether or not wonyoung was worth talking to.

(she was actually admiring wonyoung's beauty, but wonyoung didn't need to know that yet.)

"i'm y/n."

wonyoung grinned. she finally had a name to the person.

it was y/n, who was pretty, and who had a nice smile. she was the pretty mystery girl who giggled like wonyoung's favourite lullaby, currently drowning in her volleyball sweater that seemed a size or two too big on her. y/n was who she met a mere ten minutes ago, with striking eyes and a beauty mark on her nose.

and she was someone who wonyoung couldn't function around.

"nice to, um..." wonyoung stumbled over simple words, her brain screaming at her to finish her sentence. "...meet you, y/n."

as the name left her mouth, wonyoung couldn't help but blush. she couldn't believe that a pretty girl was wearing her sweater, and now she knew her name.

next thing she knew, y/n would be her friend.

wonyoung could only hope.

y/n smiled with a hint of fondness, and wonyoung wished that it was because of her as a person and not because of her current inability to speak proper words.

"nice to meet you, wonyoung."

the volleyball player could feel her ears burn the same shade of red as her sweater, her brain nearly exploding at y/n acknowledging her as wonyoung and just wonyoung.

she was just wonyoung to y/n.

wonyoung watched as y/n fished something out of her pocket, a phone in her hand. the shorter girl opens it with ease, handing it to wonyoung with a smile.

wonyoung looked at the open phone app. what was she supposed to do with this?

"for your phone number." y/n clarified, and wonyoung sore she burst a blood vessel somewhere in her brain. "so i can return your sweater."

the taller girl could feel her ears ringing. she was sure she was dreaming, and she'd wake up to her half empty dorm with yujin banging on the door, yelling at her to hurry up for practice.

she waited a moment for her eyes to open, but all she found was her still staring at y/n in front of her.

"r-right, um," wonyoung cleared her throat, desperately trying to remember her phone number.

wonyoung put it in shakily, reading the numbers over and over again to make sure it was hers and not yujin's or yena's. knowing those two, they'd swoop at the opportunity and wonyoung was not about to let this pass, even if it led to nothing in the end.

the athlete saved it with a sigh, handing it back to the girl in front of her.

"i'm gonna go catch up with the group." y/n smiled, placing her phone in her pocket. "thanks again... i'll see you around, hopefully?"

oh god, wonyoung didn't even think about seeing y/n again.

"yeah..." she nodded stiffly, mirroring a robot from some sci-fi movie she saw yujin's sister watch some time ago. "uh, around sounds... nice."

y/n shot her a look, shaking her head with a smile.

"yeah..." wonyoung missed the way y/n's eyes lit up with adoration. "it does."

the shorter girl wandered away, the opposite direction from wonyoung. she waited until y/n was out of earshot before she groaned, sliding down the wall into a puddle of her own embarrassment.

"'around sounds nice'? are you stupid, wonyoung?" she could die right there, evaporating into nothingness. it would definitely save her pride. "oh god... i'm stupid!"

she was never gonna live this down, but she would definitely try to, even if it meant avoiding the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen.

(but a week later, as if by divine intervention, y/n turned out to be wonyoung's new roommate.)

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[cyndaquillt]

I think DKOS/KDJ is like Hannah Montana to Jang Hayoung. She knows Miley Stewart from school and can't believe she could be the teen pop sensation and her idol Demon King of Salvation Hannah Montana

[hollywoodfamerp]

WELCOME TO THE EXCELSIOR HOTEL GALLIA

Right in the middle of Milan, you'll find our home away from home for this trip. The Excelsior Hotel Gallia is a five star luxury escape known for its remarkable spirit and prestigious pedigree. When you're not enjoying our fashion show or the rest of what the city has to offer, our celebrities will be able to relax at the spa and salt cabin, enjoy a plethora of the best Italian cuisine, and take in the sights of the city at the rooftop bar.

Under the cut is the roommates list. Couples have been roomed together and everyone else was randomized by a generator. If you have been roomed with another fc that you play, please message us politely and we will fix it asap! Roommates are subject to change due to unfollows, follows, activity check etc. so please like this post to keep up to date on any changes.

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Ana de Armas and Jensen Ackles

Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh

Anne Hathaway and Xu Minghao

Anya Taylor Joy and Vanessa Merrell

Ariana DeBose and Miles Teller

Ariana Grande and Emma Mackey

Ashley Fliehr (Charlotte Flair) and Demi Bennett (Rhea Ripley)

Ashton Irwin and Harry Styles

Aubrey Plaza and Renee Rapp

Austin Butler and Beyoncé

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Barry Keoghan and David Tennant

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Halle Bailey and Olivia Rodrigo

Hannah Waddingham and Jenna Lyons

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[ggukkiedae]

BTS MIYA Kicks Off Her Solo Comeback With Exciting News

7:30PM || March 21, 2024

MIYA talks about her future plans during her comeback showcase!

MIYA dropped the album's pre-release single 'SHHH!' on February 14 as a sample for 'REPPIN'". Since then, ARMYs have excitedly waited for the album's release.

'REPPIN'" is an album that MIYA describes to be one that boosts the feeling of self-confidence while taking inspiration from people she sees as 'girl bosses'. Her examples include Beyonce, Marvel's Natasha Romanoff, Ocean's 8 Debby Ocean, Hotel Del Luna's Jang Man Wol, and Little Mix among many others.

The full-length album came out 6PM today, but Bangtan's Princess held a showcase for the press and a number of ARMYs at 1PM where she performed her title track 'DRAMA' and two b-sides as well ('bloodline' and 'whistle') as talked about her tracks, as we'll write at the end of the article.

Alongside her album release, MIYA released news of a tour this year, starting off in June. She noted that the tour "was actually supposed to be announced tomorrow, but I'm already here. I'll leave the details for the poster, but I'll be going on my first solo tour later this year, and I'm definitely going to focus on performing more recent songs! See you all in June!"

ARMYs flooded to the internet with the news, both excited over the new music as well as the possibility of seeing MIYA perform old songs again as well as other songs she had never performed before.

Are you excited for MIYA's tour? Read below to get a glimpse of what to expect from it from MIYA herself:

MY HOUSE (only until 2:03): "I wanted to open the album with something empowering that boosts that feeling of self-confidence and independence, you know? Also something that feels like pride for representing you and what's yours."

DRAMA: "This is the album's title track and one out of the four songs in Korean on the album. I'd like to say, like its title, it gives off a dramatic vibe in a way that practically screams 'main character energy'."

bloodline: "Writing 'bloodline', i tried to tap into the mindset of a girl breaking free from a toxic relationship. Of course, it isn't something I personally experienced in terms of romance because we all know how sweet and amazing my boyfriend is, but I pulled this a bit from when I got emancipated from my biological birthgivers. Only a little bit. Just the resentment."

egotistic: "I'd say that 'egotistic' falls along similar lines to 'bloodline' in terms of freeing and self/confidence. It has a more Latin pop vibe that I definitely have been dabbling in alongside other genres over my hiatus."

bet u wanna: "If there were one song on this album that would make you more confident when talking to a guy you like, I would think 'bet u wanna' is that song. Enough said, I think that pretty much speaks for itself."

got her own (with TXT Seri): "Seri was with me almost the whole time I worked on 'got her own'! She was really excited to work on something that celebrates female independene and just overall self-sufficiency, and I'd like to think we made a good anthem just for that."

grl gvng: "This is like a song I made with a bunch of my closest friends in the industry. I think namely NCT's Hannah unnie, TXT's Seri, Enhypen's Ari, Aespa's Ningning, Red Velvet's Yeri unnie, and Le Sserafim's Yunjin. These girls are some of the strongest I know."

shhh!: "You guys already know 'shhh!'. You wouldn't expect the album from the pre-release single, would you? Yes, I absolutely enjoyed the more mature concepts I did recently, so I carried it over with this in a more playful manner that shows certainty in one's own desires."

princess diana (with NCT Hannah): "Princess Diana was an icon in her time, and obviously Hannah unnie and I both grew up in England for a time hearing stories of her. This song was kind of us channeling her iconicness in a... not as elegant manner."

b.i.t.c.h.: "I know it's still a shock for many to see me include curses in my music, but I don't care. That's this song, you know? Taking the reigns of my own life because people will always talk, so I don't need to waste time trying to appease everyone at the cost of losing myself. It was a lesson hard learned."

whistle: "This is the last of the Korean songs on this album. Like the others, it's very self-confidence based with the more alluring calmer vibes. It's a song I particularly enjoy performing just because the choreography feels playful and upbeat."

7 rings: "The album closes with '7 rings'. We can't have a woman empowerment album without at least one manifesting song, right? This is the trap song to play when you're getting ready for a girl's night in the bathroom to hype yourself up."

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[soshiharin]

born to be world tour: london

SETLIST

STYLING

CELEBS IN ATTENDANCE

— ncuti gatwa

— amelia dimoldenberg

— tom holland

— zendaya

— jorja smith

— rachel chinouriri

— india amarteifio

— tilda swinton

— simone ashley

— florence hunt

— phoebe dynevor

— claudia jessie

— hannah dodd

HIGHLIGHTS

— her styling pen was working overtime bcs those outfits??? yeah she ate

— especially the first one the jacket blazer thing is so warm

— but enough about her clothes

— there’s something about the british air…

— i’m kidding there isn’t

— but she spoke with her geordie accent and didn’t even try to pretend to speak in a london accent

— so a lot of people were scratching their heads occasionally but she didn’t care

— during her second ment, she was just talking talking as she does and then

— harin: sowonel

— sones, confused: malhaebwa

— the locals were so confused bcs how did everyone sing at the same time

— and sones were cheering thinking she was gonna sing genie

— harin: i’m not singing genie. just seeing if you’re paying attention

— the way everyone groaned

— and a sone asked her what she did on monday to celebrate and she said “i ate fried chicken and read a book”

— but also her dress is SAUR gorgeous omg

— and so is her act 3 outfit

— the purple was a slay!

— her weather skin tone colour tone is just amazing

— the vocal runs during we??????? she’s a singer and you should never forget it

— her bother me outfit ateeee

— the sweet fantasy performance was one of the best tbh

— she covered the one by jorja smith

— which was a vibe!!!!!!

— (there were soooo many vids of tomdaya from this concert and everyone is just wondering how zendaya got tickets to three of harins shows😭😭😭)

— anyways goodnight

©️ jang harin

[web-novel-polls]

WN Women Tourney - Images & Propaganda

[Last Updated: June 6th, 2024]

The submissions post has been updated with all the current propaganda/submissions. I'll try and add propaganda to some of the characters, but here's a list of the current characters without any propaganda whatsoever:

No Propaganda List

Lang Qiao from Mo Du / Silent Reading 

Lee Sookyung from ORV

Lin Jingshu from Can Ci Pin

Nangong Jingnu from JWQS

Nangong Shunu from JWQS

Su Xiyan from SVSSS

If you'd like to submit propaganda (for characters without propaganda or characters with), feel free to send an ask at any point during the tournament. The following are characters that I couldn't find an image of but will be represented with an image of the cover of their novel unless someone sends in an image:

No Image of Character / Image of Novel

Fu Wanqing from The Beauty’s Blade (Eliminated)

Li Yanru from JWQS (Eliminated)

Manman from Itinerant Doctor* (Eliminated)

Mansha from FGEP

Nagsi Jiya from JWQS (Eliminated)

Qiyan Nomin from JWQS (Eliminated)

Qu Qing Ju from To Be a Virtuous Wife (Eliminated)

Ryu Seol from Best Teacher Baek* (Eliminated)

Su Qingluan from Lord Seventh (Eliminated)

Wei Chengxiang from Tai Sui* (Eliminated)

Youqin from FGEP

Zhao Qindan from Tai Sui* (Eliminated)

*Suspected to have no canon image

Full Character List

A-Qing from MDZS

Baili Qingmiao from Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know

Bai Rong from Thousand Autumns

*Carynne Heier from Resetting Lady (Dealer’s Choice)

Christelle de Sarnez from When the Third Wheel Strikes Back

Chu Yue from QQGK

Consort Jing from Langya Bang / Langya List / Nirvana in Fire

Feng Xiaoshu/Princess Jing’an from Lord Seventh

Frédérique Riester from When the Third Wheel Strikes Back

Fu Wanqing from The Beauty’s Blade

Grand Princess Liyang from Nirvana in Fire

Gu Xiang from TYK

Hannah from LCF/TCF

Han Sooyoung from ORV

Hua Xiangyi from QJJ

*Isella Evans from Resetting Lady (Dealer’s Choice)

*Iseol Yu from Return of the Blossoming Blade (Dealer’s Choice)

*Jang Hayoung from ORV (Dealer’s Choice)

Jiang Yanli from MDZS

Jian Lan from TGCF

*Jung Heewon from ORV (Dealer’s Choice)

*Kim Seyun from My School Life Pretending to be a Worthless Person (Dealer’s Choice)

Lang Qiao from Mo Du 

Lee Jihye from ORV

*Lee Sookyung from ORV (Dealer’s Choice)

Ling Wen from TGCF

Lin Jingshu from Can Ci Pin

Lin Wanyue from FGEP

Liu Mingyan from SVSSS

Liu Qianqiao from TYK

Li Xian from FGEP

Li Yanru from JWQS 

Luo Qingyang / Mianmian from MDZS

Manman from Itinerant Doctor

Mansha from FGEP

Mary from LCF/TCF

Mu Nihuang from Nirvana in Fire

Murong Mengze from Yuwu

Nagsi Jiya from JWQS

Nangong Jingnu from JWQS

Nangong Shunu from JWQS

Ning Yingying from SVSSS

*Olivia Lanze from DPA (Dealer’s Choice)

Qiu Congxue from DVAWTK

Qiyan Agula from JWQS

Qiyan Nomin/A-Die from JWQS

Qi Zhuyin from QJJ

Qu Qing Ju from To Be a Virtuous Wife

Ryu Seol from Best Teacher Baek

Sha Hualing from SVSSS

Shu Yanyan from DVAWTK

Song Qiutong from 2ha

Son Moa from I Stole the Number One Ranker’s Soul

Su Qingluan from Lord Seventh

Su Xiyan from SVSSS

*Uriel from ORV (Dealer’s Choice)

Wei Chengxiang from Tai Sui

Wen Qing from MDZS

Ye Wangxi from 2ha

Yoo Sangah from ORV

Youqin from FGEP

Yushi Huang from TGCF

Zhao Qindan from Tai Sui

Zhou Fei from Bandits/Legend of Fei 

[liamlawsonlesbian]

last 10 songs

thanks for the tag, eve @bright-and-burning <333

1. my tears ricochet — Taylor Swift

2. exile (feat. Bon Iver) — Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

3. the last great american dynasty — Taylor Swift

4. cardigan — Taylor Swift

5. the 1 — Taylor Swift

6. F*ck My Life — SEVENTEEN

7. Perfect Night — LE SSERAFIM

8. RUNNAWAY (Prod.The Proof) — Hannah Jang

9. Rain On Me (with Ariana Grande) — Lady Gaga, Ariana Grande

10. Six — SIX

Tagging @heck @maxcuntstappen @piastrisms @formulahuh @omigodyall @albonoooo @albontology @argentinagp

[dear-indies]

heya do you know of any fcs who have played a role or just generally look more punk/alt and who have resources? (big bonus if they are tattooed) thank you

Benjamin Bratt (1963) Peruvian of Quechua descent, German (including Sudeten German), and English - DMZ.

Clemens Schick (1972) - Barcelona-Krimi: Blutiger Beton.

Chris Messina (1974) - Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey.

Lesley-Ann Brandt (1981) English, East Indian, German, Spanish, Dutch, Khoisan, Ashkenazi Jewish - Lucifer.

Miyavi (1981) Japanese / Korean-Japanese.

Nyla Rose (1982) Oneida / African-American - is a trans woman.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani - Sound of Metal.

Levy Tran (1983) Vietnamese.

Richard Cabral (1984) Mexican.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary and pansexual (they/them).

Jaimie Alexander (1984) - Blindspot.

Clayton Cardenas (1985) Mexican and Filipino.

Deepika Padukone (1986) Konkani Indian - XXX: Return of Xander Cage.

Maika Harper (1986) Inuit - Mohawk Girls.

Kali Reis (1986) Wampanoag, Nipmuc, Cherokee, and Cape Verdean - is Two-Spirit (she/her) and queer.

Diane Guerrero (1986) Colombian - Doom Patrol.

Jurnee Smollett (1986) African-American, possibly other / Ashkenazi Jewish - in Harley Quinn: Birds of Prey, The Twilight Zone.

Uraz Kaygılaroğlu (1987) Turkish - Üç Kurus.

Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - The Umbrella Academy, Humans.

Macarena García (1988) - Pesar De Todo.

Nico Tortorella (1988) - is non-binary (any pronouns), poly and demisexual.

Mae Whitman (1988) - pansexual - Jack.

FKA twigs (1988) African-Jamaican / English, Spanish.

Tóc Tiên (1989) Vietnamese - Furies.

Rob Raco (1989) - Riverdale.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian - Killjoys.

Úrsula Corberó (1989) - Money Heist, Snake Eyes.

Tom Maden (1989) French, Belgian [Walloon], Portuguese, Afro Caribbean, African-American, English, German - Lifeline.

Chang Ryul / Yull Jang (1989) Korean - My Name.

Yamada Yuki (1990) Japanese - Tokyo Revengers.

Eric Graise (1990) African-American - is a bilateral amputee - Queer as Folk.

Oliver Stark (1991) - MindGamers.

Ryan Sitkowski (1991)

Vico Ortiz (1991) Puerto Rican - non-binary (they/them) and poly.

Tyler Posey (1991) Mexican / English, Scottish, Irish, German, distant French - is queer and sexually fluid.

Avan Jogia (1992) Gujarati Indian / English, Welsh, some German, Irish, French - Johnny, Now Apocalypse.

Jessica Henwick (1992) Chinese Singaporean / English - The Matrix Resurrections.

Kiana Madeira (1992) Irish, Unspecified First Nations, Black Canadian / Portuguese - Fear Street.

Simone Susinna (1993) - 365 Days: This Day.

Bia Arantes (1993) Brazilian - Órfãos da Terra.

Park Gyu Young (1993) Korean - Sweet Home.

Joseph Quinn (1993) - Stranger Things.

Yves Mathieu East (1994) Afro Asian - is queer.

Emma Dumont (1994) - The Gifted.

Remington Leith (1994) Unspecified Indigenous Brazilian and White.

Keshi / Casey Luong (1994) Vietnamese.

Lyrica Okano (1994) Japanese - The Runaways.

Lily Sullivan (1994) - Romper Stomper, Evil Dead Rise.

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (1994) Chinese / Italian - Ahsoka.

Lina Ahn (1994) Korean.

Sasha Lane (1995) African-American, Māori, English, Scottish, Sorbian, French, Cornish, distant German, Italian, Belgian Flemish, Russian, and Northern Irish - is gay and has schizoaffective disorder.

Sophia Taylor Ali (1995) Pakistani / Sicilian Italian, Danish, Norwegian, German - Uncharted.

Ryan Potter (1995) Japanese / Ashkenazi Jewish, Swedish, English, German - is bisexual - Titans.

Adeline Rudolph (1995) Korean / German - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Resident Evil.

Rish Shah (1995) Indian - Do Revenge.

Brandon Perea (1995) Filipino and Puerto Rican - Nope.

Ashton Sanders (1995) African-American - Native Son.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Spanish, Mexican, Filipino, Scottish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, and Welsh, as well as distant Cornish, Irish, and possibly Choctaw - non-binary womxn (she/they) and is a lesbian.

Emma Mackey (1996) - Sex Education.

Leah Lewis (1996) Chinese - Nancy Drew.

Rhea Ripley (1996)

Tati Gabrielle (1996) Korean, African-American / African-American - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Uncharted.

Hero Fiennes Tiffin (1997) - After.

Do Han-se (1997) Korean.

Evan Mock (1997) Bisaya Filipino / White.

Lizeth Selene (1997) Mexican [Black, White, and Unspecified Indigenous]- is genderfluid and queer (she/they).

Archie Renaux (1997) English, Punjabi Indian - Gold Digger.

Murakami Nijiro (1997) Japanese - Alice in Borderland.

Bahar Sahin (1997) Turkish - Duran.

Chella Man (1998) Hongkonger and Jewish - is deaf, genderqueer and pansexual (he/they) - Titans.

Brianne Tju (1998) Chinese, Indonesian - High School.

Fin Argus (1998) - genderqueer (they/them).

Beabadoobee (2000) Ilonggo Filipino - is bisexual.

Quannah Chasinghorse (2002) Hän, Gwich’in, Sicangu Oyate Lakota Sioux, and Oglala Lakota Sioux.

CG (?) Black - non-binary (they/them) - Queer as Folk.

MEMO FOR ME TO WORK ON MOVING MY ALTERNATIVE FACECLAIM MASTERLIST TO GOOGLE DOCS SO I CAN ADD MORE PEOPLE BC THE TUMBLR MASTERLIST HAS A LIMIT!

All of these have resources, anon!

[lyrics365]

I Love You (With All My Heart)

I love you with all my heart I wanna boogie with you baby hwanghole gati gathyeo uri ay nae bin janen chaewo gadeuk ni janen ssota nae mameul nangmanjeokin patireul yeoleo ireon geojit sesange neoran sarami itdan ge Can’t believe this Yeah you teach me Uh yeah I don’t understand ireotge doel jul molratji uri uri dul hamkke hal ttaen like in the movies urin saleo romantic unreal world simjangi…

[pinayelf]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

finally getting around to this, I was tagged by @malabadspice @gaysebastianvael and @buridanshorse ty ❤️

1. Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age) - a very big duh for this one lol

2. Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman 2099 & ATSV) - another big duh lol, while I prefer his atsv design him in the comics is so eldest immigrant daughter coded that I just love his character more there

Rest under the cut so I don't clog up dashes

3. Alina Starkov (Shadow & Bone) rip to the show :( I haven't read the books but I absolutely loved her to pieces in the show, ik ppl found her annoying but I loved her sm

4. Kate Sharma (Bridgerton) - I'm in love w her lol. that's basically it

4. Elias (Noli Me Tangere, MCAI) - I love a man who loves revolution and wants to kill colonizers 😍

5. Jang Hanseok (Vincenzo) - maybe there's still a villain fucker in me....

9. Xina Kwan (Spiderman 2099) - yes it counts as another bc she's not in atsv jdjdjd my very new babygirl

6. Guinevere (BBC Merlin) - Queen of my heart...I will always fight for u ❤️

8. Dani Clayton and Hannah Grose (Haunting of Bly Manor) - I'm cheating but I can't pick...I adore the two of them so much, they both made me sob

10. Ryan Lucan (Life is Strange: True Colors) - save me white boy....white boy save me...

Runner ups:

1. Jane Bingley

2. Maria Clara De Los Santos

aka if a female character is seen as weak and boring I love her 🫶🏽

idk who's been tagged yet but: @star--nymph @mournholdmushroom @buchimgay @feeshies @greypetrel @xinakwans

[armynoonas]

Week 34

August 19

BAZAAR Korea on Twitter - Jin x Gucci

BTS on Twitter - Jin Selca

BAZAAR Korea on Twitter - Jin x Gucci

BAZAAR Korea on Twitter - Jin x Gucci

August 20

[Run Jin] EP.2 - A Glorious Homecoming

BTS on Twitter - Jin Selca

JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL is coming!

Half-Star Hotel in Lost Island feat. Jin - 1

Half-Star Hotel in Lost Island feat. Jin - 2

Half-Star Hotel in Lost Island feat. Jin - 3

Half-Star Hotel in Lost Island feat. Jin - 4

BTS on Instagram - I AM STILL Teaser

rpwprpwprpwp on Instagram - SSENSE Reel

SSENSE Article - w/RPWP Team

August 21

Jung Kook I AM STILL - Main Trailer

BAZAAR Korea on Instagram - Jin x Gucci

BTS on Instagram - story I AM STILL

August 22

JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL - Ticket Announcement

BTS on Instagram - story, I AM STILL

August 23

Jang Yi-jeong (EL CAPITXN) on Instagram - Yunki

August 24

Miu Sakamoto on Instagram - Yunki

Gucci on Twitter - Jin x Gucci

(Pachinko author) Lee Minjin on Instagram - Yunki

Alicia Hannah-Kim on Instagram - Yunki

August 25

Yunki on Weverse

Lea Salonga on Instagram - Yunki

[silantryoo]

BONUS [ LIKEALOOK ] — the last great american dynasty, pt 1.

jang wonyoung, throughout the years.

WARNINGS ; misogyny, toxic household, infidelity, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, absent parents, mentions of affair families, hints of eating disorders, overworking, health issues, fatphobia, implied depression, implied teenage pregnancy (5.5k)

jang wonyoung was born on august 31, 2004.

the newborn was nine pounds and twenty-one inches. with a head of dark, thick hair, the baby's cries rang throughout the hospital room as a tired jang jiyoung could feel the tears welting in her eyes. her baby was alive, and healthy by the sound of it. it was music to her ears.

her baby. her beautiful baby.

she could already imagine it. her beautiful baby boy, inheriting the jang name, passing it on. he'd run for office, just like his father, upholding its integrity, its strength. jiyoung would introduce him to one of her costar's friends, and they'd get married. he'd take care of her, as jiyoung would help his pregnant wife get settled into the family.

she loved her baby boy. her perfect little wonyoung.

"what would you like to name her?"

jiyoung's heart dropped.

her?

"i'm sorry?"

she must've heard wrong. it was just the post-labor haze that had been talking. not only would wonseok reprimand her for not producing an heir to the jang name, but she wouldn't have anyone to take care of her once she grew old.

at least, not someone capable.

the baby's cries continued, almost as if the baby was begging for a glimpse of its mom. with tiny little hands outstretched in the direction of jiyoung, tears poured down its chubby cheeks.

her baby. her baby girl.

"wonyoung." she said half-heartedly. "i'll name her jang wonyoung."

jang wonyoung was imperfect from the start.

her cheeks were too chubby.

any normal four-year-old would have been praised. chubby cheeks were a sign of health, a sign that your baby was eating well.

wonyoung knew it from the way her mom would stare at her, sometimes even pinching her cheeks harshly, almost as if she was trying to pull off the fat on them.

she tried to ignore it, always opting to color peacefully and blink the tears away.

she always drew four people.

her mom, hair flowing to her shoulders, her eyes the same doe-eyed ones as wonyoung. wonyoung always drew her with an angry expression. it was only on tv that wonyoung saw her smile. the youngest jang always stayed up to see her mom smile.

one day, she wanted to see it in person.

her dad was there too, who she rarely saw, but always held a frown whenever he came home. she noticed that he always smelt different, sometimes like the dark, but other times, like flowers. her dad was always serious, even when he was with her mom.

there was also her nanny, a middle-aged woman named hannah, drawn with a smile that made wonyoung feel warm and safe. from what she told wonyoung, she had been working for jiyoung back when she was lee.

wonyoung wondered if her mom smiled back then.

lastly, in the middle, the four-year-old stood. she'd draw herself out in blue crayon, holding her parents' hands with a happy smile. she wished they had a photo like that, instead of the rigid ones that they kept above the fireplace.

hopefully, she'd get a younger sibling soon, so she could love more people.

"enough drawing, wonyoung." her mom snatched her masterpiece away, eyebrows furrowed like the pictures. "your dad is coming home soon."

"he is?" she hoped that he smelt like flowers again.

"he is." jiyoung's face hardened. "you have to go to your room now."

"but i want to see him." she hadn't seen her dad in two months. her mom always said he was at the office, helping the next candidate for the upcoming election (whatever that meant). wonyoung didn't care though. all she wanted was to see her dad again.

jiyoung let out a long sigh, and wonyoung could feel the guilt starting to build up in her chest.

did she make her mom mad again?

"he's in a bad mood, wonyoung." her lips were in a tight line, and wonyoung could see her jaw clenching.

she just wanted her mom to smile at her for once. she wanted to stop making her angry, and her dad happy.

the young girl's eyes brightened, her cheeks turning a light red.

"i can cheer him up!" her dad always laughed at her jokes. if she could get him to smile, wonyoung was sure she could make him feel better. "my friend, sarang, taught me a magic trick. if i can just show dadd-"

"i said," her mom's voice was strict and firm, not the smooth melody she heard on tv. "go to your room, wonyoung."

"but-" wonyoung could cheer him up! she knew she could.

jiyoung sighed. of course, wonyoung would disobey her. she shouldn't have expected anything else from the younger girl.

"do you want him to be mad at you?" the older woman scolded her, jiyoung's finger pointing at the four-year-old in front of her. "do you want him to know that you're a stupid little girl who doesn't listen to her mom?"

stupid.

wonyoung hadn't heard that word before, not until now. her mom had always called her other things; annoying, loud, irritating, but she had never heard stupid before.

she didn't know why it made her feel bad.

"what?" wonyoung could feel herself shrinking into her seat, gripping onto the blue crayon in her hand. "what's stupid?"

"you." jiyoung's eyes were numb, void of all emotions. wonyoung hated it when her mom looked at her like that. "you're being an annoying, stupid little girl right now."

stupid? was she stupid?

wonyoung could feel herself crying.

she didn't want to be stupid. she just wanted to make her dad happy. she just wanted to spend time with him, even when he smelt weird, like the cabinet her mom would open frequently.

"i just wanna see daddy..." wonyoung hiccuped. her lip quivered as her mom glared at her, huffing.

her mom was mad. it was wonyoung's fault, again.

maybe wonyoung was a stupid little girl.

she didn't want to be stupid.

"he doesn't wanna see you." jiyoung whispered, her voice piercing the young jang.

wonyoung hung her head low.

she knew it deep down. she knew that her dad's laughs were to shoo her away. wonyoung could see it by the way he looked at her, and no matter how hard she tried, no matter how funny her jokes were, wonseok wouldn't look her way. even when she showed him her drawings, all he would do was nod.

wonyoung was a stupid girl.

"go to your room, wonyoung."

wonyoung nodded, her bottom lip quivering as she packed up her crayons. she cradled the box against her body, rushing upstairs as jiyoung poured herself a glass of wine.

the four-year-old swung the door open, jumping into her already-made bed. the box of crayons squished against the pale blue covers, various pinks, and reds staining them. it was warm in her room, blindingly bright for a night at 9pm. if wonyoung wasn't crying so much, she'd ask hannah to turn down the lamp and turn on her rabbit night light.

she loved rabbits. they looked like her mom.

"wonyoung." hannah laughed at the little girl, sitting beside her faced-down head. "your crayons."

wonyoung stayed quiet, letting her bed soak up the tears pouring down her face. she tried her best to be quiet, to not disturb anyone, just like her mom taught her.

hannah could still hear her sniffling, though.

the older woman rubbed the back of wonyoung's shirt, feeling the young heiress gasping for air. "what's wrong?"

wonyoung lifted her head up, squinting as she tried to adjust to the room's brightness. she could see the han river from where she was, the water glistening into the jang household.

the four-year-old looked at her caretaker, the kind woman smiling at her.

"mama told me to go up here." her voice was as tiny as she was. "she said daddy was coming, and that he was upset."

wonyoung was upset too, but she was okay with being upset if it meant wonseok would look her way.

"why are you crying then?"

she was crying because she was stupid. she was crying because she never got to spend time with her dad, and her mom only looked her way when wonyoung listened to her.

she was crying because she was jang wonyoung, and her parents didn't want jang wonyoung.

"mama said i can't see him." she hummed as the nanny stroked her hair, comfort washing throughout her body. "he'd get mad at a stupid girl like me."

hannah frowned.

she was worried that jiyoung would turn out like this, bitter and cruel to the younger girl. jiyoung had always resembled her mother, even back when the eldest lee was a baby. hannah had always hoped that she wouldn't hold the same parenting style as her.

"wonyoung." hannah bit back the quiver of her voice. no girl, especially someone as sweet as the young heiress, should ever think of themselves in such a way. "don't call yourself stupid. you're a very smart girl."

wonyoung shook her head. every word her parents had said was a sense of truth to the young child. every glare, every sigh made her feel sad. it made her hurt.

it made her feel worthless.

(but the four year-old didn't know that word yet, and it wouldn't be a couple years until she did. but it didn't matter, because she knew it felt the same when she was four as it did when she was twenty.)

"mama said i was." her voice was as little as she was.

jiyoung was her mother in every sense, just like she always wanted to be. hannah hoped wonyoung wouldn't meet the same fate.

"she's just stressed out right now." she felt guilty lying to the young girl, even though it was partial. "don't listen to her."

wonyoung wanted to believe hannah, so she nodded, sitting up and allowing herself to accept the excuse.

hannah smiled, her grin sending a warmth through wonyoung's body that made her feel loved. she wished that her mom would smile at her that way, but she didn't mind that it was hannah.

the woman looked at wonyoung's bed sheets, stained with the young girl's tears and her crayons.

"do you wanna help me clean this up?" hannah asked, watching as the four year-old's eyes lit up.

wonyoung always wanted to help her.

it made her miss her daughter.

"can i show you a magic trick first?" the young jang smiled, her chubby cheeks protruding from her face.

"a magic trick?" hannah asked gleefully. she pinched wonyoung's cheek lightly, trying her best to control her giddiness. she didn't understand how anyone could hate her this child. "our baby knows a magic trick?"

"can i?" wonyoung grabbed a crayon from the box, waiting for hannah's answer.

"of course, wonyoung."

wonyoung felt perfect.

wonyoung was stupid.

she didn't understand how she could get a 78% in english. perhaps she had been too enamored by their english teacher, the young woman from overseas who had cat-like eyes and a soft, comforting voice that felt like a blanket.

still, she should be doing better. she had gone to an english speaking preschool. most of her friends spoke english as well. she even had cousins across the planet that lived in english speaking countries.

the young heiress felt herself tense as she heard her father sigh beside her. her teacher, pretty and proper, sat in front of them, alongside the principal. only a dark mahogany desk separated the two parties, but wonyoung wished it was more.

"a tutor?" jang wonseok voice was sharp, yet deep and demanding. "why would she need a tutor?"

she needed a tutor because she was stupid. wonyoung was a stupid girl.

she held her tongue back, the knot in her throat increasing as she felt her father radiate anger.

"wonyoung is struggling in english." the eight year-old could hear the worry in her teacher's voice, but she didn't know if it was directed at her or at her father. "it's normal for kids her age too, but she has a hard time with the structure."

the young heiress wanted to go home. she wanted to sit in her dark room, in her closet behind the mahogany doors, the one that had twelve knots, an imperfection that was smooth to the touch.

it was the only imperfection she could bear because jang's can't come with imperfections.

wonyoung wished she wasn't a jang, or at the very least, she wasn't wonyoung.

"if it's normal then why does my daughter need it?" the young jang didn't need to turn to know that her father was scowling at the pretty girl in front of them. she could already hear it in his voice.

"well, since you did sign her up for the advanced placement in our school, it'll be hard for her to keep up with the class." her teacher was calm. wonyoung liked calm. "a tutor would help her and-"

"my daughter doesn't need a tutor."

she did. wonyoung knew she did.

but her father rarely acknowledged her, much less as his daughter. part of her had wondered if he did it purposefully, but it didn't matter. not right now, at least.

"right, wonyoung?"

wonyoung couldn't continue to be a disappointment.

"no."

"get up." her father smirked. he stood up, dusting his tailored dress pants. "we're leaving."

"yes, dad."

obedience was perfection, just like status was worth.

wonyoung just wished that it didn't have to break a part of her every time she did it.

jang wonseok stormed out, and wonyoung could feel the embarrassment fluttering across her chest. her eyes met her principal's, his face scowled in disdain.

jang's had pride, but wonyoung knew better than to leave as such.

the eight-year-old bowed. she bowed as an apology for her and her father and as a sign of respect for the two school staff who took time out of their way out of concern for her.

"jang wonyoung!"

her eyes widened, and wonyoung found herself bolting out of the room, her school bag clutched against her chest.

jang wonseok was scary.

the two made their way into wonseok's mercedes, wonyoung hopping inside, as her father started the car.

the two drove in silence, wonyoung knowing better than to speak once spoken to. she didn't want to anger her father any further, otherwise it would fall onto her mother, which would fall onto her.

she didn't have time for that. she needed to study.

her stomach grumbled lowly, the sudden sound making her head jolt up.

oh, she needed to eat too. she had forgotten about that along the way, too anxious about the parent-teacher meeting that happened to eat lunch earlier that day.

she needed to eat and then study. if she studied as soon as she got home, she would have time to draw or watch cartoons without sacrificing her grades.

was she even allowed to watch cartoons now? her mother had always called them nonsense but wonyoung liked to turn off her brain once in a while. maybe that's why she was stupid. maybe that's why she was like this.

or maybe she was just like this because she was wonyoung.

"your teacher pisses me off." wonseok turned the corner. "is she always like that?"

did she always care about wonyoung? yes, more than her father did.

but she wasn't going to tell him that.

"no."

"hm." wonseok hummed, the car coming to a halt as the traffic light turned red. he glanced at his daughter, gaze cold and stern. "you shouldn't be struggling, wonyoung. that's not how i raised you."

the young heiress wasn't raised by her father or her mother. at eight, she already knew that, and it angered her to think that they kept trying to take credit for her actions, whether it be good or bad.

hannah raised her. not jang wonseok.

but she still held his last name, like how his blood flowed through her veins, and how his title affected her daily life.

"you're a jang." the car started to move again. "jang's don't need help. you think my father helped me? you think he made me how i am?"

part of her wondered if her grandfather had treated her father like this, or if her father was just mean to be mean.

"do you understand what i'm saying?"

wonyoung nodded, obedient as ever. "yes."

"when you get home, i expect you to be studying." wonyoung frowned. her father would most likely be in his study, one that had a clear view of the kitchen. "hannah will keep an eye on you."

"hannah's sick." she was in no shape to take care of the young jang. in fact, wonyoung had been taking care of her. "she should stay in her room. i can just ask my friends-"

"how much do you know, wonyoung?" wonseok asked, practically waving her shortcomings in front of her face. the young girl stayed silent. "exactly. and your friends know as much as you do. hannah will be making sure you stay on track."

wonyoung knew better than to argue, so she listened like she always did.

"yes, dad."

wonyoung wished she could stop listening, just this once.

there were twelve knots on the inside of her mahogany-boarded closet. four were broken in half, caught in between doors while the rest scattered.

there were fifty slits on said doors, one hundred in total. she liked the way the light peaked in, and how warm she felt when it hit her face.

there were three pillows that scattered the ground in said closet. one was bunny-shaped, pastel blue with beady eyes that wonyoung had gotten for her ninth birthday. the other two were throw pillows, white in color, ones that her mother had given her this year, on her tenth.

the hard, cold ground was covered with a blanket, navy blue and fluffy, one that hadn't been washed in over two months. wonyoung's initials were stitched onto the side, but it was only a reminder that she and this closet, her escape, were owned by her father.

it was her father who owned this house, who owned her existence, just like he owned a second child.

her father was a cheater. wonyoung had heard it in between slits of the one hundred panels that made up the majority of her closet's entrance.

"cheater!" she heard.

"liar!" she heard.

crying, she heard.

she wished she could stop hearing it in her head, how her mother's sharp cries echoed in her skull, and how jiyoung blamed everything on the ten-year-old jang wonyoung.

it's my fault.

it always was.

a shadow passed through the holes of her closet, blocking the sunlight as it reached her eyes. wonyoung wondered how long she had been inside, the fighting reaching its climax at around four that morning.

she only wanted to study.

the shadow stayed still as if it was contemplating leaving. the young jang hoped that it was her mother, coming to apologize for the careless words that she had yelled an hour ago.

but jang jiyoung never apologized, just like she never cried.

the shadow spoke.

"wonyoung..."

the young jang stood up, opening the opposite door in a hurry.

the ten-year-old grabbed her arm, bracing it gently as the older woman smiled. she could see hannah holding a cup of water, waves rippling with each shake of her hand.

"you should be resting." she furrowed her eyebrows.

hannah merely stared, not budging as the young heiress felt herself getting more desperate.

wonyoung begged. "hannah, please."

"i'm not leaving until we talk." the older woman shook her head, standing her ground.

hannah was like her, stubborn in every sense. she cared too much to let wonyoung wallow in her sorrows. the young jang knew she would be lost without her guidance.

"can you at least sit?" wonyoung tried to reason, ushering hannah to her bed.

she nodded, allowing wonyoung to lead her. she sat down, handing wonyoung the glass, who took it carefully as if hannah was the one that was fragile.

the two sat in silence, and all hannah could remember was wonyoung at four years old, crying about her mother.

it was no different this time.

"it's not your fault." the older woman started. "your mom is just angry."

jiyoung was an angry person, like wonseok.

but wonseok wanted calm, and jiyoung hadn't been the person to provide that.

"do you think she would be happier if i was never born?" wonyoung asked, her thoughts echoing the shouting of her mother.

hannah couldn't fathom anyone saying such words about their child.

"if i could, i would." the ten-year-old wonyoung meant it truthfully. "i don't like seeing mom upset. i keep trying to fix it but i'm just too..."

wonyoung knew the word. she had felt it at four years old. she had felt it at eight. wonyoung was sure she wasn't going to stop feeling it until she died.

she knew the word because it's what she was.

"worthless."

the word that summed her up in all parts hung in the air as hannah stared at her in shock.

"wonyoung-"

"i am though!" wonyoung never raised her voice, but wonyoung wasn't perfect. she never was and never would be. "if i wasn't like this, mom would love me. dad would pay attention to me. he wouldn't have cheated if i was better."

wonyoung wondered how someone could be so imperfect. she wondered if she was doomed to be alone, to be unwanted, and to ruin every good thing on this planet.

"it's my fault."

"it's not, wonyoung." wonyoung wanted to believe hannah, but she couldn't this time. "your mom and your dad have a very complicated relationship."

wonyoung shook her head. she was the reason it was complicated.

"i wish dad would stop yelling at mom." wonyoung placed the still full glass on her counter. "i wish mom would stop yelling at me."

wonyoung didn't remember a time when her mother didn't yell at her. whether it was a bad grade or to wash the dishes, it was always a yell.

"i'm at the top of my class. i'm friends with all the people dad told me to be friends with. i even skipped a grade. everyone keeps telling them that they want a daughter like me, but mom and dad don't even want me." wonyoung just wanted someone to want her. "i don't know what to do anymore."

if she could, wonyoung would disappear.

"you're ten, wonyoung." this wasn't right, not for anyone and especially not for a ten-year-old. "you don't have to do anything."

wonyoung really wanted to believe her.

"i just want them to love me."

the young heiress had wished the unconditional love that everyone had talked about applied to her when it came to her parents. she had heard that it was supposed to happen as soon as she was born.

perhaps she missed out this time, in this life, because in this life, she was worthless.

but not to hannah. never to hannah.

"i love you."

wonyoung had never felt love from her mother, but she had always felt love from hannah.

"you do?"

"i do." hannah smiled sadly. it hurt to know that wonyoung had felt this way (and how there was a chance that her baby felt the same, wherever she was). "i know how complicated families can be..."

wonyoung had never heard hannah speak about her family, but she knew that the older woman would be a good, if not amazing one.

part of her was jealous that someone out there had a mom like hannah, when she had a mom like jiyoung.

"do you have family, hannah?"

the woman, hands shakey, grasped them together tightly. her lips were pursed, and a mournful expression seemed to overtake the comforting one from before.

"i have a daughter back home." her baby was nine pounds and twenty-one inches with a head full of hair. when hannah closed her eyes, she could hear her baby crying for her mother. "i had her really young."

her baby. her beautiful baby girl.

"do you miss her?" wonyoung asked.

"i miss her a lot." missing her was an understatement. "i haven't heard from her in years."

"why?"

she could think of a million reasons why, all of which she held to herself, in grief and in sorrow.

hannah was a bad mother for abandoning her child, and a bad daughter for being so reckless.

"i grew up really poor." hannah couldn't even begin to compare the jang's house to the one she had back home. "i couldn't find a job, so i moved overseas. i left my baby with my mom."

but her child lived, and her child was loved, even from afar.

"do you love her?"

"i do." hannah couldn't think about not loving her. "i love her so much."

"but you left her."

"i left because i loved her." wonyoung's eyes glistened at the word. she couldn't imagine leaving someone out of love. perhaps disappearing, but leaving was unfathomable. "i'd rather have her grow up hating me than die starving. i just wish i can go back. i just wanna my baby one more time."

this was the unconditional love that everyone had praised. it was the homemade bento boxes, and the tight hugs that wonyoung would see from her friends and their moms. it was the tearful goodbyes from her best friend's grandparents, and the thoughtful notes that her seatmate would find in her bag.

to love someone is to do what's best for them, to do the right thing.

was wonyoung the best for her parents? were her parents the best for wonyoung?

did they even love her?

"you're a good mom, hannah." wonyoung hugged her tightly. "i wish you were my mom."

wonyoung couldn't imagine it, having someone risk everything just for her to be happy. she couldn't imagine loving someone so much, but one day, whether it be a child or someone else, she would love to.

wonyoung wanted to love someone right.

she looked at the tearful hannah, the older woman smiling down at her.

"i promise that when i'm older, i'll make sure you can go back and see your family again."

it was a promise that wonyoung intended to keep.

"thank you, wonyoung."

hannah didn't doubt her. not for one second.

the jang's were never good at keeping promises.

jang wonseok was a politician. keeping promises and breaking them was part of the territory. every campaign he held at least a couple empty pledges, just like he did back home. the twelve-year-old jang wonyoung knew that.

plus, there was no way she'd actually believe what her father said. not after he betrayed her mother.

jang jiyoung was no better. being a news anchor, she had always run a tight schedule. for days, wonyoung wouldn't see her despite each promise that the woman would make, and although she didn't mind, sometimes the young jang did want someone to eat dinner with, even if it was just a cup of instant noodles they could share.

wonyoung thought she was different. that she was hannah's daughter and not a jang.

but it ran in her blood.

"hannah knew me before i knew her."

the microphone echoed, the twelve-year-old's shakey hands grasping tightly onto the paper in front of her, her fingerprints making light marks against the blank white.

"she went with my mom to get an ultrasound when she was pregnant with me." her parents were nowhere to be seen, her father at a meeting and her mother at work. "they said i was a big baby, but hannah said i was a special baby."

to love someone is to do the right thing. letting go was the right thing.

"i don't think i'm special. i think i'm just wonyoung." the crowd laughed. hannah would've laughed too. "hannah was the special one. she knew how to make me feel better. she knew when i was sick before i got sick. she even knew the weather before it happened."

wonyoung didn't want to let go, but she would, for hannah.

"hannah told me that she hadn't seen her baby in a while." she hoped hannah's baby knew how loved she was, and she hoped that her words could reach her, even if it was far away. "i promised her that when i was older, i would make sure she saw them."

the jang's were known to break promises.

"i thought she was gonna live forever. i wanted her to live forever, or just long enough so i can keep my promise. for once, i just wanted to make her feel better. hannah always made me feel better." wonyoung didn't know when the page got so blurry, or why water was pouring out of her eyes. "i thought if i loved her enough, i could fix it. i could do it."

she didn't know how she managed to fail the one person who believed in her.

"i want to apologize to her today. i should've tried harder." she had everything. why couldn't she try harder to give hannah this one? she might've been a twelve-year-old, but still. "i'm sorry, hannah. i'm really really sorry."

to love someone is to do the right thing, but wonyoung realized it was also to mourn, and to be angry at herself for not being better. her failures stared her in the face, the casket mocking her as if she was nothing.

she didn't want to think about it anymore. she had failed, and wonyoung wanted nothing more than for this pain to be gone.

sighing, she stepped down from the lectern.

hannah was her own. her mother.

and like a shadow, she was gone.

death seemed to round the corners of the jang household.

she could see boxes upon boxes piling up in front of their penthouse, her mother glaring into the distance half-heartedly, conflicted with her pain.

jang jiyoung was a lee once. she was the younger sister of lee jihuyn, and the aunt of the ten-year-old lee hyunseo.

lee jihyun always smelt like flowers whenever she was around. it was no wonder why jang wonseok was so fond of her.

"this is hyunseo." her father said, patting the heiress on her shoulder. it pained wonyoung to see him so happy to have his affair child around, especially after- no. wonyoung didn't deserve to think about her again. "she'll be staying with us."

wonyoung nodded bowing as the younger girl stared at her in wonder.

"hello, hyunseo."

wonseok smiled at the young girl in a way wonyoung never got when she was hyunseo's age. "wonyoung will show you your room."

wonyoung's face twitched in disdain before switching into a soft smile.

she led hyunseo up to hann a room, unoccupied yet cleared of any existence that came before it.

hyunseo didn't deserve this room.

wonyoung turned to the younger girl. "this is your ro-"

"can i call you unnie?" the lee couldn't help but gleam at her, her eyes bright as the han river glared back into her new room. "i never had an unnie before. it was just me, mom and dad all the time."

wonyoung bit back a scowl.

her dad. hyunseo was lucky she had a dad.

"i'll ask the butlers to bring your stuff up." wonyoung couldn't help but be cold. "i have a school tour to go to."

"oh..." she watched as the younger girl deflated, and wonyoung couldn't help but feel guilty. hyunseo bounced back, though, her expression brighter than before.

"okay!"

wonyoung didn't understand how she could be so happy.

wonyoung had never been to a public school.

her father and mother had always opted to have her in a private one, yet the presence of a public school with such a reputation around their area had the jang's interested.

wonyoung had to agree that the high school was fairly nice. it had its own swimming pool, and it was clearly popular among international students, wonyoung seeing a few as she passed by.

everything else was pretty much the same as every other school, though. nothing stood out, at least nothing of interest.

the heiress found herself walking back to the entrance, scrolling through her phone to get her butler to pick her up. as she dialed, screams and cheers could be heard from the gym.

she should've known better than to enter, but wonyoung's facade was wearing her down. the newly impulsive jang crept inside, more and more yelling filling her skull. it wasn't angry yelling, but a cheerful one.

she didn't understand what could be so interesting.

the heiress felt herself getting swept away, a sudden crowd forming around one of the players as the final whistle blew.

her eyes trained onto the figure, two adults, seemingly the girl's parents, hugging her tightly as the girl cried.

the girl was perfect in every sense, from her face to the way she smiled. she didn't doubt that the older girl probably had perfect grades, and a perfect family, with a set of perfect friends.

the crowd around her roared, and wonyoung realized that the girl in front of her was so loved, so respected, all because she was perfect.

to love someone is to do the right thing.

one day, she'd be perfect enough to have her parents love her. one day, she'll feel like she wasn't a mistake, that she wasn't worthless.

and one day, someday, wonyoung would be perfect enough to mention her name once more.

she'll do the right thing this time.

wonyoung was going to be perfect.

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CHAPTER X [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre: general audience

notes/warning: regency period drama; siblings; special guest; snark; talks of the past; mentions of fighting.

wordcount: 2.8k

summary: loving relatives and past revelations

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

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⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

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August ends not ten days after the ball. By autumn, Lady Jang returned to town to meet her sisters. Mr Bambam was to escort her, so the family assembled outside again, wishing cherished guests and a favoured uncle a safe journey. But their humour, in Mari's eyes, was hardly affected by the departure.

For the boys, it was looser decorum in a smaller company, thus more attention from the Commodore. He used the leisurely time to teach the older boys fencing and let them look about the stables. The only thing to pull him away would be matters concerning the harvest season. There was much labour and business to attend in his study or the fields. The boys would seek the fields and orchards for their walks, curious to see the threshing and fruit picking, hawk eyes pointing out their father among the crowd of workers.

That day was a cloudy sort. But the breeze was fresh while nature’s colours rippled to some warmth. Commodore Bang was returning from a field of his tenants with sprightly steps and a little tune. Any particular reason to his delight, he could not point out. Seungmin’s name day had passed a couple of days ago, and quite a celebratory dinner it was. His own and Minho’s will follow in a few weeks. Those might be the reason—and supplied with the joys in recent weeks, he might declare the birthday will turn out better than the previous years. Commodore Bang relished the delightful spirit about him these days. It was as if the earth and other living things about him noticed too, and indulged in his goodwill. He thought that even if rain fell, those droplets may only make him laugh — surprised and delighted to be alive.

He was now threading the gravel towards home, eager for warm tea and biscuits. But then his ear caught a noise, and he felt confused to have missed the approach of a carriage. The Commodore paused before the stairs, waiting as the carriage stopped before him. A footman hurried down to open the door. The Commodore approached, ready to make his welcome however unexpected. Whatever news the visitor might bring, or whether they wished to see another instead of him; his pleased mood would not even make him refuse strangers wishing a tour of Barlnshore. The carriage door opened wide—he saw a hat of plumes and ribbons, a solid green pelisse. The face under the hat looked up, and Commodore Bang started—it had been long since he had a such surprise.

“Hannah!?”

The lady’s frown softened with the amusement in her eyes, at seeing her brother gaping still, then regaining himself to approach and offer a hand to help her down.

“Oppa,” came her acknowledgement.

“What are you doing here?!” came his shrill question after a series of warm embraces. "Why is your hat so big?!"

Ms Bang looked up; the plumes flicked over her brother's nose, “Looking for my nephews—where are they?”

“Out walking with the others and their gov–...ver... What?” A basket was shoved into his fumbling hand, and the Commodore shook his head. “Wait a minute, here! What are you doing? Here?”

“Can't you do a better rhyming?” Ms Bang returned.

Her brother was not amused. “Bang Haena.”

“Can't I visit my only, older brother?” she reasoned with a raised brow.

“...Don’t mock me.”

Ms Bang smiled; Commodore despaired, and both advanced towards the house.

“I was making us even,” she said.

“Unbelievable,” her brother muttered.

“My husband has an appointment in town. Rather than waiting hours for him to settle an agreement and being the obliging wife, I thought I'd benefit from the proximity to act the dutiful sister.”

“This far away north?”

“The client moved to this area some months ago and was very insistent on our Mr Go’s audience. But it benefits me instead, perhaps.”

“You should have given me notice—”

“Why should I, when I am only to stay until before dinner?”

Commodore Bang glanced at his sister, and with a surrendering sigh, he asked, “How is Mother? And Wonnie?”

“Nothing unusual. Mother is always well, cooking to her heart's content—but do visit her, you perpetually anxiety-inducing child!—She misses you!”

Ms Bang had sharply turned in reprimanding her brother. Commodore Bang faltered in his steps, but did not miss to answer, “Christmas and New Year—I promised!”

They ascended the stairs and he gave the basket to the maid. “The boys will love those cinnamon buns.”

“I know they will. And those are rolls. Did your house get bigger?” she asked, whilst removing her gloves and hat. “I've always thought the place too big.”

“And I will tell you again how useful the rooms will be when the boys begin to prefer seclusion,” Commodore Bang replied.

“Appa always wondered if you wanted to build your own naval army.”

“I merely wanted a girl. Circumstances disagreed and made me suffer by making each of my boys so loveable.”

“Your dedication is too admirable,” Ms Bang muttered. Mr Kang descended the stairs at that moment, and she shook his hand with much joy. By the time the boys had returned, the Commodore had situated her comfortably in the drawing room. She sat behind the pianoforte, while Minatozaki-san was serving tea. Thus when Mari returned with the boys, a lively jig was playing. The women were goading Commodore Bang's dislike of this sort of tune. She gave a flair to the tunes and returned his retorts, though it was harmless banter, by the Commodore's amused and exasperated eyes.

But the attention soon turned to the little rascals, which she received in equal high spirit. Between the boys' voices falling over one another—making rushed greetings or regaling Appa of their adventures and discovery—Minatozaki-san pulled Mari into the circle, and made the introductions between her and the Commodore’s sister. Lady Jang and Ms Bang carried a similar air in their manners and fashion. But while Lady Jang exuded distance in her politeness, Ms Bang had an easier air. She remarked that the boys must have fatigued her. Mari assured the negative, she had accustomed to it. The lady laughed, led her to sit and asked of the boys and her stay in Barlnshore.

“Three months!?” Ms Bang wondered, turning to the boys lounging on the floor or plastered to their father’s side. She turned again to Mari, and commented, “And no pale face nor haggard eyes. Must I congratulate your adeptness? No wonder my brother is in such good humour.”

Ms Bang's frank words were not for mere politeness — more to ease Mari into the company. Not that Mari hadn't, but the comfortable air delighted her nonetheless. She knew before Ms Bang she could do with less strained politeness to appease a high society's leading figure. Mari was still wary in the presence of a newcomer, thus merely inclined her head.“...I suppose, Ma’am.”

At being referred, Commodore Bang looked up to them. "Don't bother her, Hannah. She has the boys for that."

"I was only asking for her well-being! Which can't be said for you!" Mari saw Minatozaki-san's shaking head and smiled into her cup. The bicker was all in good nature, even if the Commodore looked far too pleased in riling his sister.

“Why do you stare at me so?” Mari looked down as the attention returned to her. Ms Bang turned to one of the mirrors. “It’s my hair, isn’t it? I gave up on my curls this morning so I tucked them all in instead.”

“Not at all about your appearance," Mari amended, but soon thought better of it. "Well, it might be. Forgive me — I know you are siblings—but I was often perplexed when I discovered the resemblance between blood relations."

“Unfortunately for her,” Commodore Bang murmured. Ms Bang glared at him but smiled when turning to Mari again.

“If you see it that way." She sighed, "The things they ask of when I go to town—‘Bang? You must be Commodore Bang’s sister; how is he?' No, he's my cousin." Mari grinned at the drawling impersonation. "'You must be very proud of him! Thirteen enemy ships in three years!’ Heavens, do I look like his herald pigeon? It was all everyone clamoured about. It would have been  truly delightful  if we had lived next to each other!”

“You have no interest in me,” the Commodore said in mocking lament.

“Oppa, you’ve done very well, but Mother gushes about it enough for us. Seungmin, my darling boy! Are those flowers for me? Kiss me!"

Ms Bang remained in their company until dinner, as she had decided. She even joined the boys to let them brag about their new toys upstairs. In return, they devoured her buns and begged for more, which she obliged by promising her next visit. Her carriage was called again, with dozens of flying kisses and promises for letters from the rest of the family. She grasped Mari’s hands warmly, wishing her well in her teaching. Then Commodore Bang helped her down the stairs and into the carriage.

“You look well,” Ms Bang quietly remarked to her brother. The Commodore paused before the closed door, eyes expectant.

“Mama will be quite satisfied that I can attest your letters. She was delighted to hear your improvements from Sana, of course, but had some hesitance to accept it.”

“She is welcome to visit any time. You all are. I am better now to do so,” said the Commodore. “But do send word and let me prepare your rooms next time—even for a day’s visit. That I need not send you away so late like this.”

Were they younger Ms Bang would have shrugged. With her age and grace, a tilting head gave the same effect. “If it pleases you.”

Commodore Bang smiled and kissed her hand. He urged the driver on and waved along with the boys.

The growing cold air exchanged their walks for language study or music. Even so, the Commodore and his men were still occupied in the winter preparation. His study door was kept open throughout; what with the frequent visitors and his seeking comfort in the boys' presence. Yet despite Mari's effort to prevent them from causing a disturbance, nothing had deterred them from calling out to him while passing the door. One time Seungmin calmly approached his table only to say, ”Dda!” before skittering back out of the room to his brothers. His father's laugh broke out in disbelief, infecting others in the room with hilarity.

One such afternoon after such discussions, Mari visited his study. The door was open, and the room empty of his visitors, but the Commodore was not there. Her ear caught muffled tunes playing hesitantly from another side of the wall. Lightly, she approached the small door in the corner and peered in. Commodore Bang sat before the piano, some music sheets set before him. He was writing down the tunes, worrying his lips as he pressed a few keys. He hummed and repeated a few bars—only to frown further. Then he huffed, set his pencil down and played a joyful tune. It was not one on the papers before him, his fingers were familiar with the escalating melody. He knew the song by heart. A smile tugged on his lips as the last tune played. Then he looked up, acknowledging Mari with some surprise. Mari herself fumbled at his notice.

"My apologies, sir. I wished to speak to you — but you were playing very well."

"Did you like it?" Commodore Bang asked, pleased at the praise.

"I did." Mari felt no qualms about admitting her awe at the moment. Music is her leisure enjoyment, but so is listening to others play. They were still for a moment, before Mari continued, “Am I disturbing your inspiration, sir?”

Commodore Bang let out a light chuckle. He shook his head, “Nay, I jotted down some notes, though it did not give the feeling I should like. I'll leave it anyway. Is anything the matter?”

Mari kept still as he tidied his papers and writings, measuring her words before speaking again.

“Will you consider sending Minho and Changbin back to school, sir?”

Commodore Bang looked up at her in surprise. He hummed as he continued tidying, then walked towards her with a considering hiss. “Well… I suppose their age beckons necessity to send them into a broader society.”

“Of course, to mingle with their peers — and broaden their academic knowledge, especially. Surely, you have plans for this? Because you did say in your first letter I was only to be in charge of five pupils.”

Commodore Bang laughed in apology and led them out to walk down the hallway.

“Have you mentioned this to them, Miss Son?”

"Sometimes, when we discuss their readings. I was often at a loss for a decent answer. I thought that even with the books in the library, a well-learned teacher would explain it better to them.”

“Minho was in a fight, some two years ago,” Commodore Bang abruptly divulged.

Mari paused. “Oh.” Her head turned; the window in the hallway they walked looked out to the garden, where the boys were playing. There were some muffled whines from Minho as Seungmin and Hyunjin tackled him down. The others laughed over them.

“He did?” she asked again, mind muddled. However much Minho snapped at his brothers, she didn't think he would go as far as raising a hand. She might ask the boy why instead of chastising him — or worse turning on him.

Commodore Bang smiled, though he let out a sombre sigh. “Foul words and jeerings were involved, I recall—about him being motherless. And the proud, thoughtless young thing, punched the boy right in the nose. Changbin tried to stop him, but the blows broke into a scuffle. You know Minho and his tempers by now, I'm sure. He was quite the little storm, his teachers said — you'd see it in his eyes. You disapprove, I know, but he came out victorious,” he turned to Mari and found her frowning. “Well, you do disapprove. Either way, he and the other boy met again before the principal; Minho looked at him like he was some weasel. I dared not think what other words he had heard to look so murderous. They called me to return him to my care. The other boy’s mother demanded retributions for her child and claimed Minho was an ill, violent thing. I paid them little mind and drew Changbin along from that institution — they saved no breaths to praise how much more proper the younger one was. Alas, the two are attached. I thought it might be better for them to stay at home for some while, and thought to find them another school. Unfortunately, the stay has… lengthened to a year and a half now.”

There was a pause before Mari spoke again, “From the way his younger brothers teased him daily, Minho has quite the patience.”

“You could never expect to know what ignites that one. Though by now, I am sure you know that Changbin has the shorter patience.”

Their gaze met, which soon broke into laughter.

“Commodore, you are cruel,” she sighs. “They are your boys.”

“I’m acknowledging his faults,” the man deflected.

The assured quiet after was comfortable, as they watched the boys play around their new swing. A stumble later, they decided to pile over Minho, as well as they could. Commodore Bang chuckled with amusement, while Mari winced.

“At their age I was already in the naval academy, waiting to cross over the waves,” Commodore Bang mused.

“Will they not follow your path?” Mari wondered.

The Commodore shook his head, “They don’t live by the sea. They’re far too much of a countryman, like their mother’s people. At that time I joined to help my family. It was seven years before I could captain my ship, but somehow my friends and I managed through… It went well. It comes to good ends after all.”

“Ten thousand a year now, sir,” Mari piped, inducing his abashed chuckle.

“I will start inquiring about schools,” the Commodore assured quietly. “Indeed I have — neglected them too long. It would not do. Either way, some of my acquaintances might share their recommendations and sound judgment.”

“That will make things easier for you,” Mari hummed as they continued their walk down the hall.

“From Commodore Lee first, surely he wouldn’t mind—he has twelve wards himself.”

Mari turned, “Twelve!?”

“Yes.”

“...Twelve boys?”

“Ah, no. I believe there are three or four girls in between, alongside his daughter. Most of the boys are in the navy like him, though others are in a general school. Well, 'general' is an understatement—he speaks such praises of what good the school improved his boys, it must be particular in quality”

“I see. I thought that he was responsible for the care of so many young men. But still—twelve children—it's already very generous of him.”

“The man likens his person to a nourishing rice ball, to be shared with those like him. Which I think is a very warm sentiment. He came from very humble beginnings himself you see…”

If each chapter is a TV series episode, Hannah Bahng is a special guest star.

Anyway, some rambling to make up for the extra-late-update:D

If you were going to the navy in the Regency era, you were to start early, at 12 or younger. You could go to the naval school at Portsmouth or just get on a ship at 10 years old. I might get too excited about how well this lines up with Chan leaving for Korea.

While writing this, I sometimes wonder if I’ve made Seungmin everyone’s favourite. But anyway, there’s this fan tweet like, a teacher used to tutor Seungmin’s sister, and he’d come and sit by her during lessons. The teacher said he’s an adorable baby so I’m like—YOU KNOW THAT SEUNGMIN'S BABY PICTURE OF HIM BEING A DUMPLING OVER HIS DAD'S LEGS THE AMOUNT OF UWUNESS—TALK ABOUT THIS!!

Also, Ms Bang, not Mrs (husband's name), just to the fact that women don’t change their name after marriage in Korea but also how in the 19th century West, you can be referred with your husband’s name just by attaching it to Mrs, so it came out like Mrs Fitzwilliam Darcy for Lizzie Bennet or Mrs George Knightley for Emma Woodhouse.

Alright, that's all to help you start this week people. Any thoughts, comments, or critique is welcome as always, in the comments or on Tumblr's ask. Have a great week, until next time.