#happy birthday yeo one

[innytoes]

Happy birthday, @floating-in-the-blue

Caleb wasn't sure how he got here, really. Falling for an accountant at a mattress company, of all people. One who didn't care about glitz and glamour, preferred homemade pizza dates to being taken out to expensive restaurants. Who smiled politely at getting a rolex for his birthday but wore the rock Caleb had found on one of their hikes together around his neck because Caleb had said it reminded him of him.

He also didn't know how he ended up with his nephew moving into his house. He'd only paid the boy to show WD how great he was with kids, since the man had a son about Alex' age and he'd really, really wanted to impress him. Alex had shrugged and said Caleb was his favourite Uncle anyway (depressing, considering they saw one another once every two to three years), and he could use the money.

Except Alex and Willie had hit it off, much more than Caleb and his date had at first. Caleb had thrown everything he could at the man, and nothing had seemed to impress him, which was rather infuriating and only made him want to try more.

It wasn't until they both arrived at the police station to pick up their respective troublemakers that the ice truly broke. Caleb had a few days off, so he was unshaven, in his sweats and a tank top, and incredibly cranky to have been called out of bed at five in the morning.

Turns out WD really did just care about who Caleb was as a person. Which included 'grumpy before he had his morning coffee' and 'wearing bunny slippers because he was too tired to find and tie his shoes'.

So when Willie and Alex moved Alex into Caleb's mansion behind Caleb's back while he was on a date with WD, well, it was already too late by the time they came home. Besides, he owed Alex a little, for helping him find the love of his life.

[moonflowerus]

Happy birthday, Yeo Hwanwoong!

[changguworld]

fansite 'jinhoney417' posts hd pictures of yeoone with jinho to celebrate yeoone's bday! DO NOT EDIT OR CROP

[hwasdvlly]

Mini-Me | k.hongjoong

✧ summary: it's not every day you get a surprise visit from your beloveds.

✧ pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader

✧ genres: romance, fluff, family, and slice of life

✧ word count: 0.6k words

✧ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!hongjoong, non-idol!reader, married life, the members are the best uncles, cuteness overload

✧ a/n: despite being a hongjoong writing it's also our yeosangie's birthday! this is honestly so soft to read

His little angel is a carbon copy of himself.

She has his doe brown eyes, facial structure, and his cherry lips. Hongjoong loves his baby to the moon and back. 

He believes his Heeyoung will be a daddy’s girl when she grows older. The members even debated whether she’ll become one or a mommy’s girl. Hongjoong is confident that Heeyoung is going to stick by his side. She has him wrapped around her cute small hand. It was love at first sight when he saw her beautiful face. 

Even though being an idol and raising a kid is difficult, Hongjoong is committed to doing what he loves and staying in touch with his wife and daughter. He calls them his treasures. Hongjoong did joke about it because the saying takes after one of the group’s songs. Overall, he grew to love it because they are his everything. 

It’s late afternoon, and the sun is setting. The group has been rehearsing nonstop. As the captain, Hongjoong directs the members and wants an excellent result for their comeback showcase. He is a perfectionist in all aspects. 

Subsequently, they have visitors. 

Hongjoong’s stern face amends when he sees two special people. You opened the glass door, and Heeyoung waddled inside the practice room. “Youngie!” The guys squealed at the sight of their beloved princess. Heeyoung is also known as Atiny’s little sister. 

“Come to Uncle San!”

“No! You love Uncle Wooyoung more!”

“She loves Uncle Mingi the most!”

“Youngie wants puppy Uncle Yunho!”

The four of them bent down to her level with open arms. “Yah! Don’t give her a hard time!” Jongho scolds them. Pure and innocent Heeyoung stares with a blank expression. Her big eyes look at the seven handsome guys smiling at her. With her little chubby legs, she makes her way to hug Yeosang. He laughs cheerily. “She prefers Uncle Sangie!” The man picks her up in his arms. 

You walked over to him with a box of delicious cupcakes. “Happy birthday Yeo! Heeyoung and I wanted to surprise you with a gift.” You showed him the sweet treats. His sharp, dark eyes softened. “Thank you so much, noona. And Youngie.” He kisses your daughter on her mochi-like cheek. Yeosang also brought his arm around your shoulders for a hug. 

Soon enough, the little family and friends gathered for a short break. “Here you are, baby.” You give Heeyoung a cupcake out of the box. She holds it tight in her hands. “Who do you want to sit with?” You asked her. The two-year-old shifts to see her seven uncles are giving her puppy eyes. Hongjoong is sitting next to you and snickers at his child. She doesn’t know who to choose. But eventually, she moves her feet to go for an uncle. 

A smile etched on your face. “And Youngie chooses Uncle Seonghwa~” You playfully dragged out his name. Heeyoung plops herself onto the oldest member’s lap. Like a gentleman, Seonghwa smoothes down the skirt of her dress. 

Instantly, the members get occupied with Heeyoung. They would talk to her so soft and gentle. While that’s happening, Hongjoong scoots himself close to you. He rests his head on your right shoulder. “I’m happy for this abrupt visit,” Hongjoong confessed to the love of his life. You can hear the exhaustion in his voice and notice the heavy eyebags on his bare face. 

As you rest your head on top of his, you reach for his left hand and interlace his fingers with yours. His ring finger has the item that symbolizes their love, respect, and trust. “I know my husband more than anyone else. You are too stubborn to take a break.” You stated with humor, yet you were being honest. 

Hongjoong lets out a giggle that is so melodic. It never fails to make your heart flutter.

[sara-wishes]

Sk8er boi. - 여상

Skater!Yeosang x Female!Reader

genre: fluff, enemy to lovers.

warnings: rude y/n (only at the beginning), poor skater vocabulary, mention of scratches, a swear word (?), sorry not sorry but studying biology sucks, angelic yeo.

word count: 3.3k

now listening to: Sk8er boi by Avril Lavigne

a/n: happy birthday to yeosang! if you enjoy this work, pls consider reblogging :D also, i added everyone who interacted with my previous post for this fanfic to the taglist, since I changed the requirement after posting it.

The headache was already present in your system.

You couldn’t tell if it was from having locked yourself up five hours ago to study non-stop, or from the noisy and irritating rolling of skate wheels.

The culprit to blame for the incessant clattering, none other than Yeosang.

The boy next door, who had accompanied you all throughout your life, as your neighbor and as your classmate. Not that you knew much about him or you shared an irreplaceable bond with him. You were acquaintances, who had talked to each other from time to time. And perhaps, just perhaps, you had developed the smallest, tiniest and insignificant crush over the greek sculptured boy. 

Nonetheless, if someone were to ask you about your opinion on him, of course, you would retort that he is to you nothing more, but an endless nuisance, and that you considered him to be the ultimate archenemy of all your grades.

Although he indeed was ‘the boy next door’ for you, he liked being referred to as the ‘skater boy next door’. Who was too passionate about skating, to ever stop trying new tricks, right under where your window happened to be located. The only parchment of the street he had deemed good enough to practice on. Unfortunately, summer was nearing your town, and the luxury of keeping the window shut was not one which you could afford indulging in.

So, you were stuck with the bothersome rumbling of plastic over concrete.

The hours of studying were finally getting to you. As the diligent student you were, you had been bottled up inside your room. Reading, memorizing and hammering into your brain your biology sessions, hating every single moment of the five hours in a row, in which you had been torturing yourself. The fog in your mind didn’t make it any easier to keep going. 

You were officially burned out. No other time like before your finals to reach your human limitations. But still, even if you were incredibly bothered by this fact, you tried to blankly read and re-read the now familiar pages of the book, making this your last, desperate attempt.

Regardless of your tries, you were slowly getting more irritated at your inability, after 20 minutes of useless staring at a filled notebook, letting your nerves get the better of you. The annoying hobby of the previously ignored boy, finally affecting you too negatively to restrain yourself. Blinded by your powerless state, you were even convinced he was doing it just to spite you and you were putting an end to at least one of your impediments.

While you took your time to angrily load with irritation each of your moments as you got up from your seat at your desk, you pondered that, maybe, you shouldn’t be letting your pent up anger out on the skater boy, but you were too tired and done for to take a moment to think things through.

Leaning your head out the window, and waiting for your vision to adjust to the sunlight, your target became distinguishable. The blonde, unaware of your eyes on him, still practicing his tricks.

“Hey, you! Could you stop for three minutes? People are trying to study here!”

The innocent boy looked up at you with big maltese eyes, startled at the unexpected voice coming from above his position. ‘Fantastic.’ Now you didn’t only feel miserable with yourself, but guilty at having called out the boy’s harmless doings. Perhaps this enmity was one sided after all.

“Sorry, am I making too much noise?” He shyly and politely asked you.

“Well… Yeah.” You honestly felt like a Karen, complaining to a manager over the incorrect order in a restaurant.

“Oh, sorry…, again. Y/N right?” His voice got smaller at your glare and his form shrunk at your tone, making you feel as if you were kicking a puppy. At this thought, you scoffed out loud, making the boy tilt his head naively. You really were the villain in this story, huh?

Coming back from your cloud, after self deprecating just a little more for the day, you nodded at his question, actually surprised at his knowledge of your name. 

Without a doubt the most beautiful guy in the world remembered your name, the name of the most basic and common girl to ever grace the earth. You sure felt kind of special at this. A silly thought and sentiment, but you had had enough pestering all day to not take the indirect compliment.

You really were regretting having ever complained to him. And even though you couldn't even blame the blonde anymore as hard as you tried, he continued explaining himself. 

“I figured you would stop studying at some point of the day.” His deep timbre conjured his sentence, with no malice or offensive intent.

Oh. Oh. So you were the stupid girl who was feeling remorse over your actions, and he was getting cocky? The anger that had slightly subsided, arose once again even stronger than before. At least that was how you were taking that incredibly blunt statement. The patience left in you taunted by it, made you want to go down to the alley and break that damned skate of his.

“Well Yeosang, I figured you would stop skating at some point of the day.” You’d give him back a taste of his own medicine. 

At that, the blonde shut up and stood still, just blankly staring at you. And even if you thought he had never looked as handsome before, not his visuals nor his damaged puppy face would make you forget how pissed you were at him right now. Tired of his silence, you decided to finish the job.

“Are you gonna’ stop or do I have to go down there and break that thing in half?” You bitterly made him snap out of it, using your head to gesture to the bored skate that he carried in his hand.

“Hey, h-hey, I’ll stop, don’t be like that.” He rushedly assured you.

“Thought so.”

With that, you retreated back into your room. Back to studying, to pretending not to be worn out from all the pressure, time and dedication you put into it.

At least, that was your plan. As soon as you tried to duck back indoors, you heard Yeosang’s angelic voice call you out (was every single thing about him just angelic and otherworldly?).

“Wait! Wait! Please.”

Annoyed out of your skin and huffing, you decided to indulge the skater just this time.

“What.” More than as a question, it came out as a statement, only adding to the furious rudeness.

“Why don’t you come down?” He timidly suggested.

“So you can make me lose more of my time? No, thank you.” Was your retort, sarcasm dripping from every word. He must be losing it if he thought he had a shot at convincing you.

“No.. It’s just- you can't spend all day cooped up inside. It isn’t healthy. Besides, I’m sure you’re burned out from all that hard work. A bit of fresh air and skating can do you no wrong.”

Taken aback from his honest and sincere worry, instead of answering back with a witty remark, you let yourself ease a bit into the conversation. You were getting tired from all the tension and anger that were in no way helping your headache. Maybe he did have a shot at convincing you. So you could only think that, maybe, he was more observant than the rest of his friends gave him credit for, and found his realization of your state admirable.

“You noticed.” Answering with a calmer voice, the frown that had adorned your face for the entirety of the word exchange, now gone. However, even at your more relaxed state, he still felt the need to be watchful and careful of his wording, cautious as to not let his previous mistakes repeat.

“Don’t take it the wrong way but, you’re usually so kind with me and my friends. Even if just from passing. It just didn’t seem like you were the one speaking right now.”

Perplexed at his statement, you allowed yourself to drift from the conversation to your own head, leaving the boy hanging. 

He… noticed you? Not only that, but he thought you were kind? You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was the kind one. One of the kindest souls you had encountered. He was the one dealing with a pissed-off neighbor incredibly politely and with the grace of a swan. You were the one who should be praising him and awarding his kindness. 

Yeosang was like a sun, always making sure his friends shined as much as him and no one felt out of place or kept out of the loop. You were not stalking him or anything of the sort, but everyone who knew just a bit about Yeosang, was aware of how far he’d go to make sure his friends and close ones felt appreciated. He was the definition of kindness. So much so, that just with that comment he had managed to lift your spirits quicker than you could’ve ever imagined. Just like the work of magic. 

Remembering you were still in a conversation with the boy in question -who, at your unresponsiveness had begun fiddling with the ends of his board-, you answered his previous question. 

“Okay.”

“O-okay?”

“You notice me being worn out from class, but you can’t tell what I’m talking about? You still are as oblivious as always, Sangie.” Maybe you were being too cruel on the poor clueless boy. Maybe you were taking too many liberties and speaking too casually to the one you only shared the same classroom and apartment block with. Maybe. But you were feeling happier thanks to him, and maybe you were in to have a little fun, after looking at your biology book for about 3 hours straight with a blank mind and no results.

After having decided for the more enjoyable choice, you retreated back into your bedroom. You closed the damned book with a slam, turned off your heated up monitor and without even grabbing your keys, you sprinted down the stairs of your apartment and hopped over the side of the road Yeosang was calmly waiting for you.

“So, what do you suggest?” You expectantly blinked at his form.

Abruptly and out of nowhere, he began chuckling adorably at your sudden enthusiasm and outburst of energy. At this, you couldn’t contain your own smile, not that you were trying to. It was amazing how fast he had been able to lift your mood. Partly to how honest and good-natured his words had been, as insignificant they could seem to any other, they weren't to you. And partly to you taking a moment  to assess how childish and simple-minded your previous attitude at the boy had been.

When he finally took a breath after his fit of adorable chuckles -which made his smile smaller and all the cuter-, he let out his thoughts and the reason as to why he had felt the sudden humor. “You’re eager.”

“Yes! Now teach me how to skate!” Even if your crankiness was gone, your mindset was difficult to get rid of. The stubbornness of getting things right when you dedicate yourself to them and the ‘don’t lose your time’ attitude you always wore on your sleeve, were also present now, when your current fixation was learning how to skate with Yeosang’s guidance.

The sun was setting, but now seemed like the perfect instance to try and successfully ride without scraping your knees. You felt confident, after all, how difficult could rolling on top of a skate be? Maybe after you got the hang of maneuvering around with it, you would even go and try some simple tricks.

Although you felt hesitant at first, since you believed to be skillful enough to manage without it, Yeosang convinced you to let him show you a bit of the theory involving skating. How to position your knees, where to stand on the board, how to turn and push yourself easier…, the basics.

Thanks to Yeosang, you learned all the theory needed (Not much, thanks to god, otherwise you would’ve already passed out from all the ‘studying’.)

“Okay, now you ride it.” Without hesitation, you jumped on the board, avoiding Yeosang’s helping hands to get on top of it. You felt optimistic enough to slide across the street without the boy’s help. It could not be that difficult. 

That’s what you thought at first.

Going on a straight line was the easy part. You forwarded your body with the help of your foot, managing to beeline towards your initial destination for the most part.

When the moment to turn arrived, is when things started to go south. Not only were you unable to properly direct the board to take on the curve, but the momentum of the previous linear movement wasn’t helping either.

The stiffness of the board threw you off balance and made you lose your footing. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were barreling towards the floor.

From your position, facing the other side of the street, you couldn’t see Yeosang, but you heard his gasp as you fell. 

Planting your hands in the ground, you stupidly fell over them, your knees also taking the impact and scraping themselves in the process.

“Y/N!” Yeosang shouted for you, running to your aid.

“Ow…oww…” You whined at the painful scratches. Yeosang skidded across the pavement, not caring about damaging his pants or his own knees. 

“Are you okay?!” He worriedly questioned your state, kneeling to your level. 

“Yeah, yes- I just hurt myself a little. I’m okay.” Brushing off the dust and dirt from your knees, you reassured him you were fine, just a minor wound. Regardless, he took out of his back pocket a box of Peppa Pig bandaids, selecting a few of his liking. Incredulous, you stared at him.

“Are those for me?”

“Yeah, we can’t let it get infected. Who do you prefer, George Pig or Pedro Pony?” Not believing your eyes, this time you were the one to start chuckling. He could be so childish and so mature at the same time. Yeosang was truly a wild ride. But, obviously, you had an evident answer to his question.

“Pedro Pony, of course. He's my hero.” At your confident answer, Yeosang did not hesitate another second and proceeded to take his water bottle -that had been waiting by a corner on the alley-, pouring a good amount of the liquid over your wounds and patting down the excess with a tissue. The Pedro Pony bandaids coming next. After securing them on your skin, he got up and lent you a hand to help you off the ground.

“Thank you. I really thought I got it.” You sheepishly broke the comfortable silence.

“Don’t worry, it happens to everyone. But, I have an idea. Do you trust me?” He looked at you through his lashes, standing just a few centimeters away from you.

For a moment, you pondered. This was the longest amount of time you had talked to him ever before. Sure, you did kind of fancy the boy, but maybe you could take the opportunity to tease him a little. Either way, he had made you feel incredibly comfortable in record time, giving you the opportunity to run away from your duties just when you most needed it. You could honestly say, you trusted him to teach you skating, and a bit more than just that.

“Sure.” When your answer came out as positive, he smiled brightly. Almost blindingly. Possibly the most beautiful smile you had ever witnessed had been his in that exact moment.

The blonde signaled you to hop on the skateboard again, just a little bit over the front. Maybe you should have expected it when he directed you to settle that way, but it came as a surprise when Yeosang climbed on behind you. He began circling his arms around your hip, but the kind male, gently asked for consent before completely embracing you. 

“Can I?”

“Yeah.” Due to your proximity, both your answers came as a mere whisper, only audible for each other. His arms finally settled around your form, instantly warming you, from the electric touch of his fingertips near your belly, to the top of your shoulders, where he leaned his chin to be able to see. Your ears became a vibrant red without you even realizing. 

The boy began pushing you both forward, starting slow, taking the turns you had not been able to before. But when you both had settled into a comfortable position and tempo, he thought he could speed things up.

A bit more harshly, provoking a small rattle on the surface of the skate, he pushed you both with his foot, planting it strongly on the ground. The pace began increasing, the wind making your hair wild, slipping through your locks and caressing your face. The freedom you had been yearning for just minutes before, was now finally yours to enjoy and savor.

“Woohoo!” You couldn’t help yourself. You really needed this and you were going to make the most out of it. Letting out a freeing laugh from the pits of your chest, Yeosang joined you in your joy. Unbeknownst to you, he was immensely euphoric to have been the one to free you from your shackles, taking the glee trapped inside you, letting it resurface.

Even hours after the sun had settled behind the horizon, you two still skated, laughed and talked about everything and anything, building a moment that you both would treasure and hold dear next to your heart. 

Sadly, you had to come down from your cloud at some point, returning to reality. And you could stress no more the liberating hours.

“Yeosang. Thank you so much for this. All of it.” You snapped the boy out of his daydream, the same one you had been engrossed in just moments ago. He slightly raised his left eyebrow at your remark, curious as to what you meant. And smiling due to his antics, you decided against answering his silent question.

“You have nothing to thank me for, everyone needs this from time to time. I am glad I was the one to help you.” When he finally understood the meaning behind your words, he sincerely retorted. But he deduced this was your way of telling, the moment was coming to an end.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He tried to elongate the moment as much as possible, feeling the same way as you did about your parting.

“Yeosang. We live right here. Like, two meters away from this alley. I think I’ll do just fine. But, thank you again, either way.” Smiling at him, you begrudgingly rose from your sitting spot. And waving at him, you made your exit around the corner. “See you around, S8er boi!” You shouted over the other side of the street, unable to see Yeosang’s reaction at that point.

If you had already admitted to yourself that you had a crush on the boy before, you now had confirmed it was much more than that. And perhaps, if someone were to ask about your opinion on him, this time, you would consider telling them Avril Lavigne could try to take away from you this skater boy, but never succeed. 

With this thought in mind and a new perspective of Yeosang in your heart, you were ready to take on more of your studying. But, mayhaps, the universe was against you studying at all today. Your apartment keys missing from your pocket -forgotten on your desk at the prospect of skating with your crush- and a blossoming smile on your lips -ecstatic at the thought of spending more time with the boy of your dreams-.

taglist: @anew-inception, @harmonized-disarray, @imalittlebitlovedrunk, @dea-nimus, @landsharkfandomtrash, @alice0blog, @baizhuu, @bunnyiix, @cookiechristie, @alex-90000, @corpser2002-blog. (names not on bold could not be found).

[queenoftsage]

My Several [Failed and Not So Failed] Attempts at DRAWING....

Yeo Jin Goo [Final/Last Post]

Let's start with the FOREVER UNFINISHED....

aka- those drawings I started and just... never finished. For example here, I tried drawing HaSun vs LeeHun.

^^^^ This one... I haven't lost hope that one day I will get inspiration to finish it. Because lookit Baby JinGoo! All looking cute like a doll with a big ass head and all. lol.

A trial and error of an original character I named 'Love' and used Yeo Jin Goo as a MUSE.

and then.... Several challenges that I tried cause ... I was like... huh...

Yeah someone was like 'BEAR JOOWON' I need a drawing of JooWon as a bear, so... this happened.

^^^^ Then I updated him and re-drew. I feel this one looks only slightly more like JooWon.

Trial and error... YJG in Link: Eat, Love, Kill.

More digital sketches or what I like to call Trial and Error...

And then one for YJG's 26th Birthday, in 2022...

And then another challenge I took on cause.... I felt like it...

Someone wanted Han JooWon as Lady Dimitrialskjdflaskdfj.... [can't say their last name. something something Dimitrei.]

... lol... *shrugs*

And lastly but not leastly ^^^^^^ Disney Reject hybrid looking thing. aka- Ha Sun from 'The Crowned Clown'

.... Now... Tell me... Does Yeo Jin Goo occupy my headspace?

Don't answer, because you obviously know the answer to this question, yes?

Anyway...

Happy 19th Debut Anniversary to Yeo Jin Goo, Congratulations for living rent free in my head 24/7... along with other crazy things. I hope your stay hasn't been too crazy.

*snickers*

[applejongho]

2023 has come to a close so that means it's time for my year in review! i've been a gif maker on tumblr for more than two years now and this account keeps growing and getting so much love. im so grateful for all of my (jong)homies and mutuals that have let me get to this point and have fun along with it. like, i hit 1k and 2k followers in the same year! thats fucking rad!

i giffed a lot more this year than last and i think it's because i was finally able to get ps and vapoursynth near the end of 2022. my confidence soared as a result. not to get mushy, but this year on tumblr has been amazing because of that. :( this was the first full year i felt like a "real" and "competent" gif maker because i finally was using the tools that everyone else was using and i knew how to use them. thats a big thing for me, because for so long i struggled with figuring out how to download vs (and ps) (on mac btw) and i felt jealous that everyone else could do it so "easily." ps and vs are also really unintuitive if you dont know what youre doing so to basically brute force my way to success is something i want to pat myself on the back for. i did this. im insane. and now ive been properly expressing my insanity via gifs for over a year now that ive been so proud of! yippie!!!! as a result of my Trials and Tribulations, ive been thinking about creating tutorials for how to download ps, vs, and how to properly use ps to make gifs for those that dont even know where to begin now that i am a Seasoned user. bc i fucking get it. let me lend a hand.

but anyway.

some highights of this year that are worth mentioning:

i hit 1k followers in january! heres my 1k followers event posts

i hit 2k followers (!!!!!) in november!!!!!! heres my 2k followers event posts (so far)

i dabbled in combining ateez x (usually) alt/metal/rock songs now that i am a Confident and Certified Alternative Lady. here are those gif sets

still insane for jongho. also happy one year to biasing hongjoong. also happy almost three years of being an atiny.

i learned some new coloring tricks. i learned some new sharpening tricks. slayage all around!

below the cut are my most popular and my personal fav posts from each month this year as well as the total number of gif posts made each month!

tagging mutuals to view and to also do their own 2023 year in review (only if u want! absolutely no pressure ❤️): @yunwooz @hwanswerland @miinsang @booskwan @wifehwa

JANUARY

most popular: hongjoong doing a handstand

my favorite: short hair jjongie comp set

total posts made: 39

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FEBRUARY

most popular: guerrilla era hong comp set

my favorite: also guerrilla era hong comp set!

total posts made: 13

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MARCH

most popular: cruella hair hong comp set

my favorite: red hair jjongie

total posts made: 23

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APRIL

most popular: driver yunho

my favorite: gorgeous brown-red long hair jjongie just standing there

total posts made: 31

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MAY

most popular: barefaced ot8 (top post of the year!)

my favorite: gorgeous brown-red long hair jjongie pt 2

total posts made: 35

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JUNE

most popular: hong says fuck

my favorite: sparkly jjong

total posts made: 37

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JULY

most popular: bouncy relay dance ot8

my favorite: guerrilla one year anniversary post

total posts made: 32

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AUGUST

most popular: thanxx woo

my favorite: hala hala jjong

total posts made: 19

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SEPTEMBER

most popular: gorgeous blond hong

my favorite: dune yeo

total posts made: 22

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JJONGTOBER

most popular: one day at a time san

my favorite: jjong according to the tags birthday post!

total posts made: 12

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HONGVEMBER

most popular: hong according to the tags birthday post!

my favorite: also hong according to the tags birthday post!

total posts made: 10

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DECEMBER

most popular: hong smirking and giggling

my favorite: halazia yeo comp set

total posts made: 20

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i hope that 2024 brings a lot of new opportunities for me. i'll be graduating from uni in this spring and will hopefully obtain a Big Girl Job. thanks for sticking with me, jonghomies. have a happy new year!

-- anne 🍎🐻

[ofhurricanes]

*     ◟    :    〔   earth vangwithayakul  ,      cis man    +   he/him    〕      SØREN ‘REN’ WATTANAVEKIN,      some say you’re a    THIRTY-ONE YEAR OLD      lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  OBSERVANT  and  MORBID,  one can’t help but think of  EXPERIENCE  by  LUDOVICO EINAUDI  when you walk by.    are you still an    ACTIVE ASSASSIN FOR THE RED EYE   /    GENERAL SURGEON,     even with your reputation as THE PROMETHEUS?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   STARING AT THE DARK CIRCLES UNDER YOUR EYES EVERY MORNING; STARING INTO THE EYES OF BOTH HADES AND GAIA; CLEANING BLOOD OFF YOUR HANDS EVERY SINGLE DAY; IN SEARCH OF MEANING,    although we can’t help but think of DEXTER MORGAN (DEXTER), SHUNTARO CHISHIYA (ALICE IN BORDERLAND), JOO YEO-JEONG (THE GLORY)    whenever we see you down these rainy streets.     

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Trigger warning: child abandonment, assassination, quite detailed description of death, blood.

I.

The first memory you can recall is the experience of how the cold can lick your bones & gnaw at your skin. It’s how you gasp for air, only for it to freeze your lungs — you’re not older than a year, and the falling snow starts to become a little too heavy for you to lift your fingers. That’s when you close your eyes, exhausted and hopeless. 

It all comes back to you in your dreams from time to time. Sometimes, you’re unsure if it really happened, or if it’s always been just a nightmare to follow you everywhere you go. You must’ve been too little to be aware of this one fateful night in the street, but you’ve heard many stories & you do celebrate your birthday in January — that’s when they found you & brought you back to life after countless nights of fever and rivers of medicine; it surely was a battle. They said it was the first sign you’d be a fierce fighter too. 

After that, there's darkness.

II.

Nunavut is, in fact, quite different to the place you spent the first eleven years of your life — but you don't exactly remember it.. To you, it's all the same — you just know you don't mind the cold. You appreciate the food they give, you appreciate the smiles you receive.

You can't remember how you ended up here, but you never question it. You never question why they speak your language either; you don't wonder why others don't, and why you're forced to learn another one. It feels natural. It has to be, right? It's probably the school they (who even are they? who were you talking to? you knew someone else?) were telling you about.

You're content.

III.

“You’re not good enough,” they said, and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. Just like everyone else, you go through the training – no questions asked. That's why you're here. And you’d never even dare to ask – you like it. It keeps you occupied, it makes you feel valuable – even in setbacks, you’d be happy to spend hours at the training ground, going through one task over & over again. But these words felt, indeed, like a failure: not as good as everyone else, you might as well go back to the streets you came here from. 

You soon learn they’re not thinking about letting you go; they see something completely different in you: you’re calculated. Methodical. Meticulous. And while combat fighting might not be the perfect path to choose, there’s another place for you – clinical precision and a detached emotional distance. The greatest weapons you can wield. 

IV.

One more memory to keep you at night and confuse you in your drowsy state: your first kill. It was the first and, simultaneously, the last one to leave some spots of blood on the wooden floor. It wasn’t as clean as you wanted it to be, and you were scolding yourself in your mind and as you watched life leave their eyes.

You leave little room for error: even after they take their last breath, you still take a moment to check their pulse, assess the severity of their injury; you check the clock and make sure when’s the right time to leave – you’ve already planned this, and it means you must close the door behind you in twenty seconds. And you do, as well as lose the jacket of the hotel concierge.

No one ever thinks to suspect you, to think of you as a murderer — you’re a reputable surgeon, why would they think that? All of you, who work at this hospital — you’re all a bit strange, especially surgeons. Your talent and smile disguises everything.

V.

The other side of you requires meticulous planning as well — it’s as if you purposefully chose the life of never ending checklists & preparations. After your first surgery, you stare at your hands, painted in red – you feel your colleagues touching your shoulders, congratulating you, but you’re focused on the blood, slowly dripping between your fingers. 

One of them – takes lives, another – brings them back to Earth. Every day, they both go through the same routine with some exceptions, because you always wanted to save people. Are these, who die because of your touch, considered human if they’re the destroyers of peace? It’s a thought you bring with you to bed, and, every night, it sleeps on the pillow next to you. 

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Headcanons:

Left in the streets of Copenhagen in the middle of winter, he was found by a couple of passers-by. For the first eleven years of his life, he lived in an orphanage, until he was noticed and taken by the Red Eye. He would always consider them his parental figures and he'd never remember his time in the orphanage ever again.

He decided he’d become a doctor when he was fourteen, and would spend hours studying after he was done with training. Since his overseer noticed his talents and interests, his studious nature was being encouraged and, in a way, became a part of his training. 

Yes, he’s not as good at weaponry and combat as others in the Red Eye, but he’s still highly trained, skilled, & deadly – especially compared to an average person. However, when it comes to his assassination techniques, it requires meticulous planning & surveillance. He uses his medical knowledge to get his targets killed in a way it’d seem to be a natural death — a heart attack or a stroke. Never leaves blood behind him. If needed, he can use his other skills too, but he never had to.  Not yet, at least. 

Has his own code of ethics and tries to target individuals whom he believes deserve punishment for their own crimes & actions. A bit of moral ambiguity, of course. Especially knowing it’s not always ‘the bad guys’ the Red Eye is going against. Call it brainwashing, if you will.

A survivor since childhood, to this day he’s still all about survival. Yet he's recently started to grapple with the ethical implications of his actions, especially when there’s someone he’s already saved that has to be his next target.

Approaches his work with a sense of professionalism – both in the hospital as well as when it comes to the Red Eye matters. 

Sleeps way too little :’) Catch him roaming the streets of New York at night. 

Wanted connections:

His overseer. Up until now, Ren was a model Red Eye member. Obedient to a t. However, something's happening (is his chip broken?) - he's began raising questions. Well, he's not raising them out loud, not yet, but he might look different, and his overseer is probably not happy about it.

Someone who’s coming after him. Many reasons for it, one of them being that perhaps Ren assassinated a member of their gang. I’d love this to be an antagonistic dynamic. 

Colleagues at the hospital. Obviously, they don't know about his involvement with the Red Eye – but does he seem odd to them because of his reluctance to speak about his childhood & youth? Is his mysterious and secretive nature quite weird to them? Possibly. Or maybe they’re fascinated? Maybe they don’t care? Lots of possibilities, I think! 

Other Red Eye. Are they close? Are they rivals? Do they annoy each other? Did they grow up together? Once again, lots of ideas! 

Friends, enemies, ex lovers, etc — anything and everything! Let’s plot!

[yeostars]

I'm suuuuper late, I know, but happiest birthday to my love, yeo. I love, adore and cherish this man so damn much. if given the chance, I would really like to gobble him up in one bite bc of how freakin' cute he is. ALSO !!! his to my youth cover by bol4 guys it's literally on repeat since yesterday I can't stop crying everytime I listen to it😭😭😭😭 god he's so talented, pls always be happy sangie ilysm muah hehet :3

[luneshallshine]

✂ instructions unclear. (4) | android!san

ღ instructions unclear. (did you mean, "fall in love" ?)

july 10th, 2122

while walking home from work one day, you stumble upon an android from the world up-top, a world you were sure you would never be able to experience. once he opens his eyes, you become his master.

f!reader, fluff, minor angst, learning to love, detroit become human and ff7 references, attempts at humor

ღ word count: 3.1k

ღ taglist : @layzfeelit @ihatemynewbangs @fireheaurt @acciocriativity @lynnsqueendom @moni-cah @hwaightme @barbielibra @toxicccred

CHAPTERS: ONE TWO THREE INTERLUDE

ღ a/n: second to last chapter ;-;, i'm suddenly sad at letting this baby go, but i am starting a seonghwa fic and a yeo fic very very soon, you can ask me to be on the taglist :)

and, imo you must read the interlude before continuing. this is quite the lengthy chapter, took me a long while to plan everything out.

ღ CHAPTER FOUR : A STIR (SOMETHING IN ME SHIFTS)

kang yeosang ...

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something in me is shifting, i can feel it. ever since i locked eyes with that man, i can feel something beat and stir within me. his eyes widened and he dropped a shot glass, he all but leaped over a counter and i felt san drop me so the man could hug me.

but that's not just any man, that's wooyoung. my best friend and the person that kept me going, the reason i even dared to escape.

"yeosangie.. you're alive..!" wooyoung exclaimed, i felt tears on my clothes.

wooyoung let go of me to cradle my face, there's a nostalgic look on his panicked face, his fingers traced over my wound.

"okay, i was not expecting this reunion at all, but yeosang is bleeding out of his stomach right now," san said, breaking the moment.

"he's WHAT?!" wooyoung screamed, and that's when i smiled.

i had missed this, missed him.

just then, a gentle force pushed wooyoung away from me and i was met face to face with "y/n", her face contorted with confusion.

"it's you. the blood oath."

i locked eyes with her and i knew san was so enamoured with her, but i felt another-worldly connection with her. an emotion such as love wouldn't describe the pull i felt, the pull was there with wooyoung too.

it was,

it had to be,

fate.

you watched as your usually barren apartment, only inhabited by you and san for the longest time, became lively as everyone you had befriended in the slums crowded into your small and modest living room. yunho was catching up with jongho, wooyoung was hovering over san as he bandaged yeosang up, and seonghwa (who had come the minute you called him) stood behind you silently.

"seonghwa, are you ok?" you asked, watching his composure falter slightly.

he inhaled before speaking, a solemn expression on his face.

"hongjoong.. he always wanted a big family you know. around this size, made up of all his friends. i didn't know this till now, but hongjoong knew a lot of people. jongho, wooyoung, yunho, mingi, he knew them all. i'm honored that he chose me and jongho out of everyone to celebrate his birthday last year. he would've been so happy to see everyone under one roof here," seonghwa spoke.

there was a glint in seonghwa's eyes.

"yeosang, you said you knew where hongjoong and mingi were?"

"... yes. i can explain once— ouch san! once san stops touching my wound with his fingers," yeosang bit back a curse as san applied pressure.

"... sorry yeosang."

your old clock ticked in the background, the silence was calming, the slight pitter-patter of the rain and the chatter of the night-goers, it all calmed you.

"um, how do you two know each other?" you said, pointing to yunho and jongho.

"jongho worked at the restaurant before you, y/n, he left and then you came. i guess he never mentioned that to you, huh? he and i kept getting confused for one another, i used to joke with him that that's why he left, haha," yunho explained.

"it was not. i met hongjoong after singing at seventh heaven one night, he said my voice caught his ear, he made me the vocals in his beats from then on. we ended up being quite the succesful duo so i quit my job, around that time, hongjoong met mingi," jongho followed up, causing you to nod.

"i'm done," san spoke, turning around and walking to you.

seonghwa moved away from you and went to stand by yunho and jongho, san rested a hand on your waist, staring at how yeosang sat up with the assistance of wooyoung.

"explain yeosangie, to the best of your ability," wooyoung spoke, holding yeosang's hand.

"... hongjoong and mingi are up-top. they got kidnapped, ... i kidnapped them. i was ordered to, my master... no. that woman wanted more guinea pigs because san escaped. ... i guess i should backtrack, huh?" yeosang asked, causing everyone to nod in agreement.

"that woman is one of the greatest minds in our modern society, she has created countless inventions and she is incredibly intelligent. but she is what most could call, "a mad scientist". she created the advanced tools now dubbed as "androids". do you guys know what those are?"

"... yes," san spoke, looking at you before nodding at yeosang.

"androids are essentially robots, they're not human and they can basically live forever. we don't rust, we don't need food or water, we have superhuman strength and intelligence, we are basically better than humanity entirely."

"what do you mean 'we'?" wooyoung asked.

"me and yeosang are androids," san said, lifting up his hair to showcase his led, "this is how you can tell, our leds."

"before you ask wooyoungie, i ripped my led out."

wooyoung closed his mouth.

"i discovered recently that ... that woman, that monster, kidnaps humans and uses them as experiments for her android fantasy. when i met hongjoong and mingi after she had toyed with them a bit, i realized that she had stripped their humanity away. she stripped away mine."

"after a lot of thought, i realized that the led was the thing keeping me like that, it kept the computer she had installed in me running. if i could just rip it out, i could become human again. however, i had no idea if it would kill me. what if she had wired it to my heart, if i even had one anymore?"

"but i had to try. she was already brainwashing hongjoong and mingi into being replacements for me and san, she was going to trash me. being an android was never pleasant, once i realized i was once human, i could see that we were basically slaves. she was hiding her discovery of our model from the world, because she knew the process of making us was immoral."

"i ripped out the led last night, hongjoong and mingi are locked in a closet right now. we can save them, but not right at this instance. she's not exactly strong persay, but she's smart. that's the problem. i can't guarantee our success, but with me and san, it will be easier. she will be on high alert because i escaped, she was when san escaped. we can expect booby-traps and the like."

"yeosangie, that's what happened to you all these years...?" wooyoung asked, disbelief evident.

"... yes. san must have had a life before this as well, just as i did. i believe i was able to recall due to our blood oath."

"even if i did, i have a new one here. that's enough for me," san replied, grasping your waist tighter.

"... just a thought."

"so mingi is an android right now?" yunho asked, a serious look on his face.

"precisely. don't fret, he can be human again. we just need to get that led out of him and hongjoong. keep in mind they will be stronger than almost all of us combined," yeosang replied, wincing.

"i need to sleep this wound off or else i won't be of any help. y/n, can i crash on this chair?" yeosang gestured to the chair he resided on.

"oh god no! that will be so uncomfortable, i have a spare mattress, i'm not the most well-off person but that mattress will be better than that rough chair, yeosang," you said, moving away from san's grip to get the mattress.

"let me get it, y/n," san interrupted you.

it felt weird to have san call you by your name in your home, but you weren't opposed to it. yeosang and wooyoung continued to cuddle as you followed san through your hallways, he knew your apartment like the back of his hand.

"master, if i had a life before this, and i wanted to return, would you let me?" san asked, making sure the two of you were alone.

"san. of course i'd let you, it'd be cruel not to," you replied, smiling earnestly.

san stayed silent, his led ring turning yellow. he grabbed the mattress with ease and went into the living room, laying the mattress down and waiting for wooyoung to help yeosang situate on it.

"... i brought some booze from the bar, i-if you guys are okay with it!" wooyoung offered, holding a bottle.

yunho smiled slightly as he nodded, looking at you for approval.

"i doubt that yeosang will be in top condition for us to move up-top, a little drink couldn't hurt," you replied, walking to your kitchen.

wooyoung left yeosang's side for the first time that night, joining you in the kitchen.

"i never thought i would see him again, he looks just as beautiful as i remember. if i can, i want to punch that lady he mentioned," wooyoung spat.

"i agree, to think the yeosang san mentioned was our yeosang.."

you rummaged through your cabinets and pulled out some red solo cups, wooyoung watched as you blew into them to clear any potential dust. he cracked open his bottle and poured a little bit into each cup, making sure not to pour too much. you and wooyoung walked back out to the living room, wooyoung's free hand drifting to your lower back in silent comfort.

when the two of you walked into san's view, his piercing gaze could kill millions, and wooyoung could feel the intimidation. he quickly put his hand at his side and stepped away from you.

"come, let's drink!" you cheered, setting down the drinks.

san drfited to your side and held your waist protectively as you got more and more tipsy.

at the end of the night, san gently escorted everyone out of your apartment, jongho and yunho walking away together as they caught up, and seonghwa comforting wooyoung as they disappeared into the night.

your head pounds as you wake up, evidence of a hangover. your hands cradle your head as you sit up with much difficulty.

"master, don't strain yourself," you heard san speak, his voice close to your ear, "it's our day off, we can sleep in. yeosang is still asleep, he's alive, don't worry."

san's voice is shy of a whisper, you can feel his hands support your back as he helps you sit up. his touch is featherlight and you can't force your eyes open to look at him, so you reach for his face and cradle it softly.

you feel him melt into your touch, his cheek is soft and his skin is like glass, his hands travelled from your back to your waist.

"should we go to the bathroom, master?" san asked, his hands barely ghosting over your clothes.

your headache clouds your judgement and you move your hands to san's, tightening his hold around your waist.

"... no, just sleep. i want to sleep in," you muttered, leaning back down.

san laid back down with you, his arms routinely wrapping back around you. you had never let your guard with anyone else this much, so what was so special with san? what about him made you feel so safe? those thoughts flooded your brain and overflowed, you couldn't pinpoint the reason why, but you began to cry.

"i know. master, i know what you're feeling. it'll be okay, i will always be here for you," san whispered into your ear.

a kiss to your forehead and he began to shyly sing a song, lulling you back to sleep.

"so that no sorrow can come here, i will protect you forever, forever you are my star."

choi san ...

model #007 ...

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y/n is sleeping, her tears have stained my white shirt, but she's stopped crying. i can feel my system nearing defectiveness, but i do not fear it. my creator warned me of this, the day that i would defect, she told i would bring havoc and chaos if i were to, that i would harm humanity, and i never want to do that.

however, now i know it was a lie to keep me obedient. i sang her a song that i distantly remembered, a song i remembered someone singing to me a long time ago, and it lulled y/n to sleep quickly.

"is she asleep?" a foreign voice entered the room.

i looked up to see yeosang, he's clutching his side but he's no longer lurched over in pain. i nodded in response to his question and put up a finger to signal that he needed to be quiet.

"it stopped bleeding, do you want to look at it?" he whispered.

"i can, does it hurt?" i replied, feeling y/n slightly stir from the rumble of my voice.

yeosang shook his head and carefully tiptoed towards the bed, his movement graceful like a puppet. once he reached me, i motioned for him to lift his shirt up.

"it looks... surprisingly alright, not as much blood as yesterday that's for sure," i said, watching as yeosang relaxed.

he pulled his shirt back down and turned around to leave, but he pivoted back to me, opening his mouth.

"i understand why you didn't want to go back. there's something about her, right?" he said, his voice shy of a whisper.

i nodded and smiled, i can feel her heartbeat steadily under my palm.

"she feels so familiar and yet not, i can't explain it," i replied.

i felt a stir from her, i guessed that the rumbling in my chest from my voice must have disturbed her.

"... san, sleep," she whined, clutching my shirt tighter.

yeosang bit back a smile and left with haste, he didn't leave without winking at me however. i shook my head and went back to cradling y/n.

the sun has gone to sleep when you wake up finally, san hasn't left your side, your head is basically imprinted on his arm. your headache has subsided and so you deem it safe enough to sit up and in a split second, san's hands moved to steady you.

"do you want to go to the bathroom now, master?" he asked.

"... yes, that'd be nice, i can check in with yeosang after," you replied, raising your hand to rub at your eyes.

san's hand shot up to stop you, he pursed his lips and let go once you locked eyes with him.

"i.. i heard it's bad to rub at your eyes.. master, sorry," he muttered, sitting up and offering you his hand.

you smiled and took his hand, as he steadied you, a figure appeared in your doorway. he was silent and you couldn't feel his footsteps at all, seeing him made you scream and suddenly there was apologies filling the air as san made sure you didn't fall.

"yeosang! you can use your silent steps here, y/n can't detect you like i can!" san scolded him, making yeosang giggle as he apologized to you.

"looks like old habits die hard."

the two old friends began conversating as san hoisted you into his arms, talking about whatever they wanted, and you could feel the brotherhood.

"tomorrow morning. we go," yeosang said, "i want to settle things with her."

san looked at you before turning back to yeosang.

"if you are okay and healed enough to fight, we can go," san replied.

yeosang nodded in acknowledgement before walking away to give you and san privacy.

"do you want to come with..?" san asked, the two of you now in the bathroom.

as you washed your face, you thought about it. you were just a mere human with little fighting experience, but you knew self-defense pretty well.

"i will always be by your side, even if i become human again, master," san spoke, a reassuring hand on your lower back.

"that's the least of my worries," you replied.

"then i've done my job well," san said, a satisfied look on his face.

all of you gathered in your living room once more, yeosang and san explaining what needed to be done to save mingi and hongjoong, all you could do was patiently listen.

"all we need to do really is to break down the door, avoid the booby traps that she has set up, but there is a huge risk of an altercation with mingi and hongjoong. who knows if they're brainwashed to that extent, me and san were able to become deviants because of our past relations to friends and family, i'm not sure if mingi or hongjoong has anything like that," yeosang rambled, wooyoung on his left holding his hand.

"mingi and i have a blood pact, just like you, wooyoung, and y/n," yunho spoke, all doubt and worry dissipated.

seonghwa pursed his lips and sighed.

"me and hongjoong never had anything like that, i only have this ring we bought together, if he still has it on then maybe...," seonghwa spoke, his voice still shaky.

"we have to try. however, it will not be wise to bring all of us, that is fair too many. me and yeosang will go, i suggest bringing yunho, seonghwa, and y/n," san spoke, "yunho because he is close with mingi, seonghwa because he is close with hongjoong, and y/n because she is close with seonghwa and yunho, she can calm them down if need be."

"my physical strength is still somewhat augmented, but i can feel it fading. i won't be of any help in a short while, we must act," yeosang said.

"if things get physical, i got it," san offered.

"our main focus is taking out the leds, we'll need scissors or tweezers, once the leds are out, they'll be free," yeosang said.

you stood up to search your apartment, san tailing close behind you.

"i want to be free too, but am i allowed to want anything, anymore?" san suddenly spoke, looking at you.

the two of you were alone in your kitchen, the silence clawing at your sanity, he stared at you expectently.

and now, could you be selfish and not want san to go? not want him to leave you?

no.

you couldn't confine him any longer.

"i have to let you go. you have a whole other life to discover after this san, it'd be cruel to cling onto you," you replied, "you are allowed to crave, desire, want anything."

he smiled, you forced back a somber one, no words were needed for him to pull you into a hug.

"i'll come back to you."

you locked eyes with him and nodded.

"i know you will," you said under your breath, the tears gushing out like waterfalls.

once the two of you grabbed a pair of scissors and some unopened tweezers, it was time to go.

our rap duo might be saved finally ! let's hope everything goes well, it would sure suck if someone were to get injured ! ... :)

ღ lune

[laiqualaurelote]

tagged by: @sagiow (thank you and happy birthday!)

last song: Too Darn Hot by Ella Fitzgerald, though I will take any excuse to mention Ann Miller’s spectacular tap-dancing number from Kiss Me Kate 

currently watching: Ted Lasso (again), for fic reasons. I don’t watch a lot of TV because I haven’t got much time for it. The last non-Ted Lasso show I saw was American-Born Chinese, which I have a lot of thoughts about so please come yell at me if you want to hear about Chinese mythology, the nuances between different Chinese accents and the sheer unadulterated excellence of Yeo Yann Yann

currently reading: I read multiple books at once - I’m presently in the middle of London Orbital, Iain Sinclair’s account of walking around the M25 (great for him, I’m glad he did it so nobody else has to); I have just finished Natascha Bruce’s translation of Owlish by Dorothy Tse, a dark fable set in a phantasmagorical version of Hong Kong; and I am starting The House Of Doors by Tan Twan Eng, about a murder case in 1920s Penang

current obsession: Ted Lasso, Shakespeare and art in the apocalypse for all the men and women merely players, an object lesson in how the most random one-off ideas can balloon into ridiculous epics that have you tearing your hair out over rereading the Henriad and researching Manchester tunnel networks

tagging: @swallowtailed, @kiraziwrites, @eisoj5, @justplainsalty, @nagia-pronounced-neijia and anybody else who’d like to do it

[changguworld]

9oo_sebumps ig story: 'i am spending a happy bday thanks to you 💙'

[eroctickboys]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YEO ONE!

More birthdays to cum 🤭💦

[queenoftsage]

I had no time this year to draw Yeo Jin Goo's beautiful face. HOWEVER, I did have time to re-upload that one time I MEME-d the fuck out of him.

❤️ Happy Birthday Beautiful Boy ❤️

8-13-97

[faceglitchsworld]

It's the 15th of June here, which means that it's Yeosang Day!

Happy birthday Yeo 🥳

Please admire the collage I made for him 🥹

I'm so so happy for the pictures at the corners like a lot. I wanted to put his vampire costume he had at Halloween but I didn't like the colouring and since I don't have Photoshop I went to other options.

You can clown on me for not knowing how to use editing programs in general tho 🤡

Enough with the explanation about the collage, have the letter.

Ok, remember when I said ages ago that I struggled a lot at recognizing Ateez in group pictures and that I had to do exercises before understanding who was who? Great, because Yeosang was like the third member I learned to recognise. I know, it's shocking.

And do you wanna know another funny thing about him? At first I thought he would have entered immediately into my bias line. I remember how I was watching his selfies and I was like "Mmmmh, this is another introvert, a sweet and soft one. He'll become one of my biases, I can feel it. We'll resonate a lot."

Well, now that some time has passed I can say that past me was wrong. Yeosang is one of my bias wreckers. The third one.

While you're taking some time to recover from the shook, I'll start talking about what I like about him. And I'll start from the most superficial thing ever aka his birth mark. If you've followed me for a while you know that I go crazy when an idol shows their moles, their freckles or they're barefaced because I really, really want to see their imperfections. I don't know, I feel much more attached to them when I see these things. So imagine my curiosity when I discovered that Yeo has a birth mark. But my curiosity allied with my recklessness and I thought that I could have seen it immediately in the first selfies I found. But I forgot that make up exists...Shame on me, I know. But then I found the pictures and, well, my heart melted and my mind went "aww he's so cute and pretty". I love so, so much his birth mark, you got it. I always giggle and smile when he shows it.

Ok, enough with me focusing on details regarding people's look, you're here for something more. And well, without further ado I'll just say that my instinct and my first impressions were right because I immediately resonate with his introverted personality like, excuse me, did you see how much he's sassy? Or how much he calmly talks on his vlogs in general? I swear he can even talk about the most boring thing he ever did today and I would be hypnotized by it. And how can I not talk about how he seems so zoned out sometimes to the point which made thinking that he's a person who gets distracted very easily? I think that sometimes he does it only for the sake of making Hongjoong's hard life as a captain even more difficult than it already is but on the other hand I think that he really zones out without even noticing it. Which makes him so loved and appreciated to me.

Also, uhm, I don't know if it will sound wrong or strange but I understood completely how he was so jealous and protective towards Wooyoung. I have a little circle of friends who are very dear to me and sometimes I have those moments where I get jealous of them because I'm just scared to lose them. So, I admit that I resonated a lot with his jealousy and protectiveness. But I'm glad that after a while he decided to be a little more open and became more open with San too. I don't know if I did the same honestly, I think there's still some room for improvement for me, but when I think that I never overcome this defect of mine I always look up to Yeosang.

Oh, uhm, last thing, I'm still waiting for the day the AteezMon plushies will be released. You know, those plushies based on his drawings. I want those. Especially FixMon.

Dear Yeosang, while I'm writing this, the next comeback is behind the corner. I'm pretty sure that these months and days have been so busy that you and the other members barely had time to catch a break. My only wish for you right now is to take your time and rest well. I really hope that this resting time will come as far as possible and that it will last for a very long time. You deserve it.

I hope this day will be amazing for you and that you'll spend some great time with the members. I'm sure that Atinys already wrote many love messages and sent you many gifts. Read all of them and treasure them dearly.

Oh, I was almost forgetting. I saw the special video you released today. I'm so happy that now I can finally hear your voice at your full potential. I really want to hear more covers from you <3

Happy birthday, Prince Yeo ❤️

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Happy golden birthday to Yeo One!