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[cvstodians]

BLASPHEMOUS 2 SEXYMAN TOURNAMENT

(Not pictured: Cástula and Trifón). Your penance is over Blasphemers, it's finally time to find out who's Cvstodia's newest most eligible bachelor. Place your bets in the notes!

[cheegu3]

Hi, I loved your glory based enha fic so much! Please do a part 2 or sequel of it? I want to see why they bully and kiss the mc at same time. Maybe you can make it yandere since you mentioned that it was not?

Honestly I'm new to your blog but love your work so much!

I've gotten many requests like this, so I decided to make a mini series out of it, technically it's my first series to finish so lower ur expectations everyone lol. Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work, welcome & love u !! <3

dc list (all the ppl that requested a pt.2) - @ceeesxy-blog, @roses-and-blue-perennial-salvia, @/anons special thanks to @muminpopz, for giving me the idea to introduce a second character !!

to clarify - my last part was still yandere, that's why they wanted to kiss her, I think I wrote that in my last fic bc it wasn't really mentioned much.

note; I haven't planned the plot 100% so voting will probably be a big part of deciding what happens next, only the first ones to read (24hrs) get to vote but u can still leave your opinions in the comments <3

this is a bit long, I apologize in advance, I am determined to give this an ending now lol

wc; 4.4k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

featuring; yeonjun & soobin (txt)

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, severe bullying, the glory inspired, scars, mentions of forced kissing, mentions of drinking and smoking, trauma, swearing

pt.1

Enhypen - the glory (PT.2)

The irritating fluorescent lights flickering above made you scrunch your nose and turn on your side. Those damn hospital lights reminded you of those moments you'd spent there a couple of years ago, when your mom needed treatment for her illness. They felt eerie, almost like a weakening heartbeat flickering back at you while you stared at them.

Now here you were, back at the hospital again. Your dad had accidentally spotted the burns, poking out from under your shirt as you raised your arms above your head to put something on a shelf. Wishing you'd been more careful was useless now as you looked at the sleeping form of your dad slumped over the dreary hospital bed.

Your bullies had no idea you were in the hospital, but surely they'd be notified soon enough. There was no way your dad would let this thing go after seeing how badly they left you. He had dried tears on his hollow cheeks that made your heart twist painfully in guilt.

Although it wasn't your fault at all, you didn't want to be a burden to him. He already worked more than his body could handle, constantly stressed with the increasing workload his company gave him.

'' Miss, y/n? ''

You sat up straight at the sound of a nurse. She approached your bed with a sympathetic smile on her face, and you felt bad for her too. She looked young, too young - had you scarred her as well with your injuries? They weren't very nice to look at after all.

'' Yes? '' you whispered, eyes fleeting briefly to your dad sleeping to let the nurse know not to wake him up.

'' We've administered some soothing cream and medicine in case the pain gets too unbearable. If you wish, you may go home now. ''

You nodded. '' Thank you. ''

You reached out your hand and gently pat your dad. He grunted and slowly got up, stretching his sore neck as he slowly started waking up. He looked at you questioningly instead of asking what was wrong.

'' They said I could go home. ''

He sighed, maybe a bit louder than he had intended to because a look of regret flashed across his face, hurriedly he assured you, '' I wasn't worried about the bills, honey. ''

You knew he was but you didn't say anything. The promise of your warm, comfortable bed waiting at home was enough for you to stay quiet, even during the whole ride home.

Hearing the additional quiet sighs of your exhausted dad behind you when you hurried to your bedroom, made another pang of guilt hit you. But this time you ignored it too - another more important thought was filling up your mind now.

What would happen at school tomorrow?

You slipped under the heated covers and as a result of the long day, you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

*******

You were one of the earliest students to arrive this time. Taking your designated spot at the back of the class, your head naturally fell into your arms as you yawned off the morning grogginess.

Before you left that morning, your dad had given you a smile and told you that, ' If those punks give you trouble again, call me '. But he had said so while balancing both his files and a cup of nearly spilled coffee, along with a laptop tucked under his arm. You'd seen him for maybe a few minutes before he disappeared off to work again.

You smiled a bit melancholically, knowing that if trouble did arise you wouldn't call him. Hopefully you wouldn't have a reason to do so anyway; maybe they'd be more gentle with you since they gave you such a harsh punishment last time.

The bell rang, startling you and making you raise your head. The class was pretty much full now. By instinct your eyes dart to where they always sat. Surprisingly, they were all in their seats but didn't seem to be paying you too much attention.

A few of them looked sleepy, slumped over their desks like you had been just a minute ago. The others had dark circles under their eyes and stared blankly towards the blackboard.

Rough night? They almost looked like they'd been out partying. You scoffed. It wouldn't shock you if they had; they sometimes smelled of smoke as they'd kiss you in the gym, so you wouldn't put it past them to drink during a school night too.

'' Good morning, class! '' the teacher's cheerful voice cut through the room.

The tired students responded back but in a much less bright tone.

'' We have a new student today. A transfer from Ansan. ''

The murmur from the usual chatty students stopped, and it became dead quiet. Just then the classroom door slid open and a tall, very good-looking guy crouched to get in.

'' This is Soobin, please introduce yourself. '' the teacher smiled.

'' Hi everyone, I'm Soobin. Nice to meet you. '' he said solemnly.

He sounded a bit shy and he didn't keep eye-contact with the students for long, eyes dashing anxiously from person to person while he clasped his hands together.

When his eyes landed on you, you smiled politely. Based on first impressions alone, it was clear as day to anyone that this guy didn't seem like a bully, so you wanted to be nice to him.

It's not easy being new, you knew that very well when you had to transfer during the second part of the first year. Back then, there weren't any people like you that would want to take care of the newcomer, like you wanted to take care of Soobin - and that's how you became their target. You couldn't let that happen to this guy.

'' You can take the seat next to y/n, that one in the back. '' you heard the teacher say.

You smiled again, that would certainly make things a bit easier as he would be sitting closer to you than your bullies. The part where you actually had to try to become friends was harder. You couldn't remember the last time you had a friend.

Soobin cautiously walked over to his seat, keeping his eyes down the whole time. He looked even taller up close, and he barely fit in his seat which made you snort quietly to yourself.

The teacher turned her back and started writing on the board as the murmur returned again. You fiddled nervously with your fingers before finally turning your head to him, determination shining in your eyes.

He must've seen you do so in his peripheral vision because he looked at you too, his bunny-like eyes growing twice its size.

'' Hi, I'm y/n. ''

'' Yeah, she...uh said so. '' he gestured to the teacher and then seemed to cringe at himself.

You let out a light laugh, maybe you were both equally awkward.

'' I guess she did. '' you gave him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes. It had been a long time since you'd smiled in that way.

'' I'm Soobin. '' he seemed to relax when he saw your smile, a small one played on his own lips as he observed you timidly.

'' I know, she said that. '' you teased back.

He chuckled and you thought you saw him blush before he turned to pick up his notebooks from his backpack. You did the same, starting to copy the material from the board.

'' Hey, is it- okay if I eat lunch with you later? I know it's a weird thing to ask, but I don't really have anyone. '' he quickly rambled after you had been taking notes for some time.

'' I mean, you don't have to say yes if you already have someone you're eating with I just thought I'd ask. ''

A shy pout formed on his lips, seemingly indicating that he felt that he had embarrassed himself again. But you found it cute.

'' No, that sounds perfect. I don't really have any friends either. '' you admitted.

'' Oh. ''

'' It's okay. '' you laughed.

And then the two of you continued studying, while the sweet promise of having someone to finally eat lunch with was circling inside your mind.

*******

When the bell rang, you quickly packed up your things and waited for Soobin outside. You were slightly scared that if you were one of the last ones to leave, then your bullies would catch you red-handed and see your newfound friendship, prompting them to do something to the new student.

Soobin looked happy walking by your side, completely oblivious to all the stares and whispers that followed the two of you. He was even humming something, moving his head slightly all the way through the queue in the cafeteria to the walk to your table.

You chose one that was out of sight from the entrance, just in case they'd eat today. They often didn't - being from snobby rich families and all, they were grossed out by the cafeteria food and would usually drive home during lunch or go out to a restaurant together.

Someone must've told them about you and Soobin however, because you suddenly heard the table next to you gasp and gossip.

'' Why are they eating here today? ''

One of the girls glanced towards you, and when the others noticed, they all looked at you. Soobin looked confused, he stopped midway with his mouth open and his chopsticks carrying the food dropped it clumsily.

They giggled at him. But you couldn't even find humour in something like that when you had a bad feeling in your stomach. They were probably right when they looked at you as the answer to their question.

But why? Why would this make them angry? What would they do to Soobin now?

'' Hey, y/n. ''

You raised your head cautiously, dreading to see them. The fact that they seemed so out of it during the lesson shouldn't have made you feel so confident that it meant they'd avoid you all day.

Jake was the one who stood slightly in front of the group, the others gave threatening glares to students that looked like they wanted to intervene, making them hurriedly scurry away.

'' Yes? '' you couldn't hide the irritation in your voice.

'' What do you think you're doing? '' Jake cocked an eyebrow and then his attention was caught Soobin who was peacefully eating.

Your bullies seemed to assess him from head to toe which made the poor new student look very uncomfortable, causing him to squirm in his seat and clear his throat.

'' Eating lunch? '' you snarkily respond and then attempt to go back to eating while ignoring them.

You heard a scoff.

'' Did we say you could do that? '' Jay sneered, looking down at you.

Your cheeks started heating up and you turned your head as it started to show. The whole thing being done in front of Soobin made it feel ten times worse. Had you now lost a potential friend because they wanted to embarrass you like this on his first day?

You were about to respond but were interrupted by them all abruptly moving to squeeze in next to you and Soobin. The two of you exchanged confused looks.

'' We just wanted to join, can we not do that? '' Sunghoon winks to the flustered new student, who nods hesitantly.

But your lack of answer didn't satisfy them. Heeseung who sat closest to you, rested his hand on your exposed thigh as his eyes held a non-spoken warning in them.

'' Of course. '' you respond flatly, earning a satisfied grin from him.

It felt like you were holding your breath all throughout that excruciatingly long lunch. They'd never eaten with you before and it became clear quite quickly that the reason they did so today wasn't because of you - but, because of Soobin.

All throughout, their focus was on him and not you. It made you feel uneasy, like they had something up their sleeves. The new student was asked questions enthusiastically, which he answered happily as he slowly got out of his shell more and more. But you noticed the looks and the smirks they shared when he wasn't looking. Problem was that any time you'd try to warn Soobin, that hand would return back to your thigh. Heeseung didn't need to say anything, you knew not to test it. Still you hoped you'd have the chance to warn him later.

The reason why was because the way they treated Soobin on his first day made you get a horrible sense of deja-vu. In an instant you were transported back in time to your very own first day.

*******

You overheard girls talking in the halls while waiting for the teacher outside the classroom; about some guy they had hooked up with.

'' Are you fucking stupid? '' one of the girls sudden aggressive outburst made you perk your ears up without meaning to.

You didn't exactly have anything else to occupy your bored mind with while waiting anyway, so you eavesdropped a little.

'' Lee Heeseung? You hooked up with the Lee Heeseung? ''

Shifting your weight and turning over while pressed against the wall, you tried to get a good look at the poor girl who seemed to have gotten taken advantage of.

'' He's a known fuckboy and player. '' the angry one continued.

The girl you assumed was the topic of conversation shrugged, but she had a slight sad frown on her face.

'' I thought that...maybe I could change him. ''

The two others girls erupted into shrill laughter. You couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her despite her bad decisions. The teacher interrupted just as you were about to ask them about the guy, so you could avoid him.

'' Y/n? Are you ready? ''

You grimaced and nodded, giving one last look at the girl before following the teacher into the classroom.

Immediately a small pang of panic hit you. It wasn't empty like you'd expected, in fact - pretty much every single chair was filled with a student.

'' Good morning, class! '' the teacher's cheerful voice brought you back to reality.

You just had to introduce yourself and then the danger was over. You could spend the rest of the day glued to your desk, not talking to anyone and when lunchtime would hit, the convenience store across the school was your best bet.

'' We have a new student today. A transfer from Seongnam. ''

'' This is y/n, please introduce yourself. ''

You looked at the teacher, slight panic evident in your eyes. Clearing your throat you stepped forward a few steps.

'' Hi everyone, I'm y/n. Nice to meet you. ''

Your anxiety slowly started dissapating when a few students answered back politely and you released a breath you didn't know you'd been holding in.

'' You can take the seat next to Heeseung, that one in the back. '' you heard the teacher say, she was gesturing towards the back right of the classroom where a bunch of guys were huddled over one table, too busy talking to register what the teacher had said.

You obediently walked over there and tried not to make a scene when you put your things on the chair that was closest to the table they were all gathered around.

To your dismay, the owner of the popular table had noticed you in the corner of his eye. He quickly waved everyone away and then focused his attention on you.

It was very hard to ignore.

'' Hey, sweetheart. ''

No matter how hard you fought back to not show any reaction, your face scowled at the sound of his nickname, earning an abrupt laugh from one of the boys.

You were sure this meant bad news for you, a guy like that wouldn't want to be humiliated in front of his whole friend-group, so you quickly gave him a sheepish smile.

'' Yes? ''

Your innocent tone made his eyes narrow as more of the boys laughed. The longer you kept eye-contact, the more you felt him openly glare with something you couldn't quite explain glinting in his brown gaze.

Before he could embarrass himself in front of his friends further, he stood up so suddenly that the chair underneath made a loud screeching noise. To you surprise, everyone minded their business which was very different from your last school where everyone was nosy and the sound would've immediately made people whip their heads around in curiosity.

He dragged the chair as close as he could to next to yours, so close that the material was slightly pushing into your bare thigh.

Your eyebrows knit together as you watched him sit down. It was way too close for your comfort; you could even smell his cologne and the fact that it was so obvious it was an expensive one made you immediately annoyed.

He leaned in now, being just a few inches above your ear and most likely shielding you from his friends.

'' Do you know who I am? ''

Your loud scoff for answer seemed to enrage him even more. His much larger hand found your wrist and easily trapped it in a painful grip.

'' No, sorry. '' you hurriedly answer, feeling a lot less brave now, your wrist was already starting to hurt.

'' I'm Heeseung, remember that. ''

In your scared state, your head seemed to move on its own, rapidly nodding obediently. A victorious smirk appeared on his face before he finally retreated, dragging the chair behind him back to the group.

You dreaded the sound of the bell ringing. Predicting that he'd be standing right outside the classroom waiting for you with his friends. It was a long shot, but you tried taking the other door.

'' Hee? ''

You gasped, bumping into a taller male's chest. When you backed away and looked up, you cursed under your breath - it was one of his friends.

It seemed that they had thought of the possibility of you attempting to flee. The thought made your cheeks turn red.

Heeseung joined his friends who'd been guarding the door you tried to escape out of. Looking down at you very arrogantly, as if he could read your face and your thoughts, knowing you were flustered.

'' Did you try to run away? '' he snickered, putting his hands in his pockets and tilting his head at you.

It had the effect you were sure he wanted, you felt mocked and avoided his eyes.

'' Sorry. ''

He hummed before you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist again.

'' Let's go. ''

You went with them without protesting. Although you feared where they were taking you, you feared speaking and potentially getting on their nerves because of it, way more.

They were quiet the whole way, which seemed to never end. You passed by many classrooms, the cafeteria and walked down the loneliest and darkest corridor; yet they only spoke when the ones in front of the group seemed to come to a halt in front of a double door.

'' Open it. '' you heard one of the ones behind you say.

The tallest of the group, who was in front, unlocked it instantly and the lock fell to the floor in a loud thump. He pushed it open all the way, revealing a very large gymnast hall.

'' Why did you take me here? ''

It had become quite clear very fast that these people weren't someone you should mess with, and they were pretty high up on the school's hierarchy judging by the way no one interfered; instead pretending like they didn't see you pass by.

You made a quick guess that whenever they needed something, like the perfect place to do something bad to someone without others hearing - they were given it in one way or another. Maybe some poor student had been forced to get the keys from the teacher just to satisfy them.

'' Go sit over there. ''

Your head follow the voice. It was a pretty tall guy who was undeniably very handsome, from his silver hair and defined eyebrows to his deep voice, everything about him was pretty attractive.

It made you wonder what he wanted with you.

You didn't ponder on that thought long however, moving in a haste again to make sure they didn't get angry. Jumping up on the plinth he had pointed at, you watched nervously as they all approached the stairs leading up to a stage that your back was facing.

Without them needing to tell you to, you automatically turned around just in time for them to form a half-mood around you. Trying to read their faces was very difficult as they all looked at Heeseung who was sitting straight across from you, staring right back.

'' Why did you take me here? '' you try to ask again.

'' Well...I- we like you '' he answered simply, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'' What? '' you say dumbfoundedly.

'' I was trying to hit on you earlier, I don't know if you noticed. '' Heeseung bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from smiling.

'' But being nice didn't really work on you, did it? ''

'' We realised that with you, we need to use more extreme methods. '' a new voice said, one of the ones that hadn't said a word to you yet, who had strawberry blond hair and a soft voice.

'' Wh-What do you mean by that? '' your eyebrows knit together as your eyes darted anxiously between the two closest to you, being prepared to run if you had to.

'' I'm Sunghoon. '' the silver haired-boy said, ignoring your question.

'' I'm Jake. '' said the guy next to him.

Your gaze naturally averted to him. He looked like an innocent puppy, you wondered why he was friends with people like Heeseung. But when your eyes locked, he winked at you and you got your answer, face quickly turning into a grimace of disgust.

'' I'm Ni-ki. '' the tallest one said.

'' I'm Sunoo. '' the gentle one said, catching you off-guard when he flashed a big friendly grin.

'' Jungwon. '' the one closest to you on the other side said grumpily, not even bothering to look at you while saying it.

His red hair that seemed to be fading, was a perfect match to his personality, the whole time he looked like he was in a sour mood.

'' I'm Jay. '' the one furthest from you said.

He looked like a pretty scary guy, dark hair that was cut in a way that framed his sharp features.

'' That's everyone. Don't forget their names, okay? '' Heeseung spoke up last, tilting his head while smiling slightly at you.

Your voice didn't seem to work, you felt frozen in your spot, like you were glued to the plinth underneath you.

'' Can you not speak? ''

You saw anger flash across his face which only made your panic worse, but you couldn't get a single word out despite it, only a string of stutters and incomprehensible words left your mouth.

'' Do you want me to help you? ''

Not even registering that he had gotten up from his seat, you were taken by surprise when his rough hands grabbed either side of your face as his lips devoured you.

You tried to scream or turn your head so he couldn't have access to your mouth, but it was to no avail. Eventually your hands fell limp. All you could do was pray that it would end quickly, while your whines of protest were muffled by his hungry lips.

When he pulled away, he had a cocky smile on his face.

'' Get used to this. '' were his last words you heard before they left, forever engrained in your mind.

And that was how it started. No matter how much it happened, which was pretty much every other day after school at this point - it still didn't get easier, your clothes always got stained with tears. Their voices didn't help calm you down when you'd see the obvious desire in their eyes. They were like a hungry pack of wolves, just waiting for their turn with the prey

*******

The school bell rang after about half an hour, instantly snapping you out of your daydream. Your bullies said their goodbyes and then left, with one last look at you. But you shrugged it off and immediately leaned over the table to talk to Soobin.

'' Don't trust them, please! They might be all nice and sound like they actually want to be your friend but they're horrible bullies and- '' you hesitated before pulling up your sleeve to reveal the marks they'd left on you. '' They did this to me! Trust me...they're not good people. ''

Soobin's eyed widened in horror and his hand slightly twitched, as if he was either holding back the urge to clench his fist in anger, or resisting the urge to reach out and gently touch your wounds.

'' I'm sorry. '' was all he said after some time of silence.

You smiled a bit apologetically, pulling down the sleeve again. He seemed sweet and you didn't want to cause him distress for no reason, it just felt a lot more impactful if you showed him to make him believe you.

'' It's okay, I'm sure you didn't know. They're quite charming at first, that's how they get you. ''

'' I'm a bit offended that you thought I fell for it though. '' Soobin snickered.

'' What? ''

'' You think I believed all that bullshit, right after they spoke to you very passive-aggressively and basically shot daggers my way? ''

'' Uh...well, yeah? ''

He laughed heartily and stood up, you following as he threw the trash off his tray away.

'' That actually makes me feel a bit better. '' you mumblingly confess.

The pair of you walked together to class and spent the next few lessons and breaks together as well, surprisingly unbothered by your bullies this time since you were with someone for the first time in a long time.

At the end of the day when the bell rang, Soobin asked to hang out. He said he wanted to introduce you to his older brother and said he had something to talk about. You reluctantly agreed, but were on guard the whole taxi ride to his house since he was still a stranger.

His house was pretty big, located close to where the richest families in the country lived. He however claimed he wasn't rich; that it was his step-father that was pretty well off, but they didn't have a good relationship so he didn't spoil him.

'' Who are you? ''

You stared at the older male leaning against his desk. His eyes narrowed as they bore into you. Then they shifted to his younger brother who immediately straightened up.

'' It's my new friend, y/n. ''

'' Okay? ''

'' Yeonjun, please be a bit nicer. She needs our help. '' Soobin begged.

A puzzled expression overtook your face as you tugged on his sleeve.

'' What do you mean? ''

'' I will help you take them down. '' he said, a smirk slowly creeping up on his lips. '' Every, single one of them. ''

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Lycan 15 — werewolf

Y/N Y/L/N returns to her hometown, Alsfield, when her father falls ill, only to discover the town hides a dark secret—one protected by the mysterious Harry Styles. As Y/N unravels the town's mysteries, her plans to return to San Francisco are derailed.

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It started getting colder and even though Harry skin and soul burned for her she could still feel the chilly air. His arms felt like blanket around her. She wanted to remain between them. Y/N just couldn’t understand how quickly her life had turned around. From what she understands she was basically married to a man and had a whole bunch of people to take care off.

“We should get going, pup. I don’t want you to get sick” Harry ran his hands down her arms, trying to warm her up. “Plus, tomorrow we will meet with one of the elders to discuss your family roots”. Harry had summed the elders in a meeting in the pack house. He was intrigued. He wanted to know about her. Harry was also doing it for his own selfish reasons. He wanted to strengthen the bond. His wolf wanted to mark her from the moment he set eyes on her.

“Already?” She instantly got nervous. Y/N was scared of what secrets her family held. Her family was already messed up as it is. However, she was also intrigued about her family roots. “What if they don’t like me?” Harry chuckled as he grabbed her hand helped her out of the woods.

“They have to, pup. You are their Luna”

“I want them to genuinely like me” Harry’s heart swooned, “I- I am scared. What if I am a bad luna? and the pack rejects me?”

“That’s not going to happen. The Moon Goddess made you Luna because you have all the qualities and capabilities to be a great one” She nodded and remained quiet. Harry still couldn’t hear her thoughts because their bond hadn’t been completed, but he could tell that she was deep in thought.

“What are they doing?” Y/N asked as they walked past a group of almost twenty people sitting and chilling around a bonfire.

“They are telling stories. The elders like to share their heroic stories and legends within the younger members” The idea had been brought on a meeting with the council. “I like it. I’ve been to a couple of them. It helps to establish the sense of belonging.”

“I'd love to go,” Harry smiled. She thought nothing of her comment, but Harry thought otherwise. He could tell it was her wolf showing interest in her position as Luna. His own wolf felt proud and restless. He wanted to meet her wolf, and Harry kept struggling to keep him subdued. He wasn’t planning on keeping her away from him, but he wanted her to meet her own wolf before anything.

“We will. Just not tonight. It’s been a long day, and you need rest,” Harry pressed his hand against her lower back and guided her towards the pack house.

The house was quieter than when they had first arrived, but that didn’t mean everyone was sleeping. The living room television was on, and the majority of the members were cuddling and watching a movie.

Y/N found it nice. It was cozy. It all felt like home. She suddenly felt the overwhelming feeling of belonging.

“Come,” Harry said to her as he guided her upstairs to the room that would become hers. “This will be your room. I hope you like it,” he said as he opened the door for her. It was a nice and comfortable bedroom, much bigger than her older bedrooms. All walls were painted in a nice shade of white with almost floor-to-ceiling French-style windows, giving out to the forest behind the house. Apart from the bed, there was a beige sitting bench by the window with a small personal library.

“I took the liberty of asking my omega to bring your things from the hotel.”

Y/N nodded as she opened the door of the closet and noticed that all her clothes had been nicely hung and folded.

“This is nice,” she smiled at him as he leaned against her new bed frame. Her eyes continued to roam around, taking in all the details of her new room. The warm tones of the walls, the comfortable furniture, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp created an atmosphere that felt both inviting and unfamiliar.

“All of this feels weird. Don’t you think?” Y/N shared her thoughts, her expression a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

“No,” he said, a sincere smile on his face. “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.” His words carried a weight of anticipation and longing, revealing the depth of his connection to her, a connection that spanned years and lifetimes.

Y/N approached him with a deliberate slowness until their chests were pressed against each other. Her hands gently gripped his, tracing a path up his forearms and then to his shoulders. The electrifying sensation that ran through her body with each touch felt almost addicting. Harry, looking down at her, endeavored to memorize every detail of her face. In that moment, he sought to etch into his mind every sensation, every touch, and every look, as if he wanted to create an indelible record of the connection between them.

"Your scent is like a drug to me," Harry confessed as his hands circled her hips. Y/N didn't fully grasp the implications, but his words sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The entire experience was unlike anything she had ever encountered, especially with a man. He lowered his head, nestling it into the crook of her neck. "It calms me."

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, offering comfort. In the tranquil embrace that felt like hours but was only seconds, Harry abruptly lifted his head and withdrew from the warmth.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern evident as she observed his furrowed brows and suddenly tense demeanor.

Harry gazed at her, offering a small, reassuring smile.

"Something came up, and I need to go check," he explained cryptically. He couldn't elaborate, a call having come through the pack link. Communicating with Y/N, who hadn't yet been initiated into the pack, posed a challenge. This was a matter he needed to clarify with her, but first, he had to find a way to awaken her wolf. Harry was certain she was a wolf; his own wolf could sense it, restless and eager to claim her.

Harry's eyes bore a mix of apology and urgency. "I'll see you tomorrow. It's pack business. There's much we need to discuss, especially about you," he added, his tone holding a weight of significance. “Don’t forget the meeting with the elders”.

Y/N nodded, trying to understand the gravity of what he was saying. She had entered a world she knew nothing about, and the mysteries seemed to be unfolding at an overwhelming pace.

As Harry left the room, Y/N couldn't shake off the sense of unease. The room, once warm and comforting, now felt slightly colder. She wondered about her wolf, and about the complexities of the world she had been thrust into.

Harry sprinted out of the pack house, a surge of urgency pushing him forward. Niall's urgent message had set his blood on fire. Trespassers had become an unsettlingly frequent occurrence, and it was a threat he couldn't ignore. Especially now, with Y/N found but not yet fully integrated into her crucial role. The pack, still in a delicate state, teetered on the edge of vulnerability. Harry couldn't afford any disturbances that might jeopardize the pack's future.

Chapter 16

[dailyanarchistposts]

On February 25, Aaron Bushnell set himself on fire at the gate of the Israeli embassy in Washington, DC as an act of protest against the ongoing genocide of Palestinians in Gaza. Hostile critics have attempted to shrug off Aaron’s action as the consequence of mental illness. On the contrary, Aaron’s choice was a political action arising from his deeply held anarchist convictions. In the following collection, we share Aaron’s own summary of his politics, followed by testimony from three of Aaron’s close friends.

As Aaron recounted to his comrades in a mutual aid group in San Antonio, he grew up in a very Christian conservative white enclave in Cape Cod. He was 18 years old when Donald Trump was elected; he joined the Air Force in 2019. While in the Air Force, he arrived at anarchist politics through a process of self-education.

In February 2023, Aaron prepared a document aimed at helping this group to become more cohesive. As another participant in the group told us, “Aaron sought to formalize and mature some of our organizing methods, and he felt that having deep and open discussion was a crucial first step for building long-term trust. He created a list of questions as a way for our ragtag group of lefties doing mutual aid to start a conversation with each other.”

In his own answers to these questions, Aaron states:

I am an anarchist, which means I believe in the abolition of all hierarchical power structures, especially capitalism and the state… I view the work we do as fighting back in the class war which the capitalist class wages on the rest of humanity. This also informs the way in which I want to organize, as I believe that any hierarchical power structure is bound to reproduce class dynamics and oppression. Thus, I want to engage in egalitarian forms of organizing that produce horizontal power structures based on mutual aid and solidarity, which are capable of liberating humans… I favor consensus-based decision-making over “democratic” or voting-based governance.

In the same document, Aaron explained why he was committed to doing mutual aid work in solidarity with the unhoused:

I’ve always been bothered by the reality of homelessness, even back when I was growing up in a conservative community. I have come to believe in the importance of solidarity politics and I view the enforcement of homelessness as a major front in the class war which must be challenged for all our sakes. I view helping my houseless neighbors as a moral obligation, a matter of social justice, and a matter of good politics. If I don’t stand with those more marginalized than me today then who will be left to stand with me tomorrow. I view enforced homelessness as a societal failing and a crime against humanity. I believe that no one deserves to be deprived of basic human necessities. I believe that homelessness as an involuntary condition must be abolished.

In the following three accounts, Aaron’s friends share their memories of who he was and how his life touched their lives.

If you wish to do something in Aaron’s memory, one option is to donate to the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund, which he mentioned in his will.

[aylinaliens]

hello :) i saw your post where you said that tinn reminds you of sarawat (among other emotionally repressed queer male leads) and wow great minds must think alike as i made a similar post to that a few days ago! wat is still on my list of top bl boys and i’m sure that by the end of the series tinn will be as well. as you said, guys like him pine from afar and are more than pleased with just that as long as they get to keep this person in their life, no matter what form that takes in the end. they wear this mask of apathy, and at times hostility, all in order to hide what the other person means to them and the lengths they’re willing to go for their happiness, regardless of whether they know of their efforts or if it’s at the expense of themself. anyways, i’m glad that others seem to be enjoying this silly little show as much as i am!

hello!! within the first few minutes of msp i was hit with this nostalgic feeling—something about tinn felt so familiar, so instantaneously endearing. it’s because he reminds me so much of my fav emotionally repressed queer leads. except he’s not a carbon copy of them if that makes sense? he has his own flavor and personality while still maintaining what we saw sarawat/kurosawa/lwj/etc. go through.

the pining and yearning and wishful hope that maybe one day they would look at you and actually see that you have been standing there this whole time with your heart and soul bared. but…well…that’s scary. whether it be rejection, low self-esteem, or simply just the acknowledgement that it’s better to keep that mask in place…there is something holding them back. the one thing i love about dynamics like this is that the emotionally repressed one is going to have that big italicized Oh moment where they maybe get this burst of bravery to fight for what they want.

i think it’s neat that going into msp i had zero expectations. i was hoping for something silly and fun to balance out the heavy stuff i was rewatching. i didn’t think i would be this enamored or sucked in. although i don’t *love* 2gether like i used to anymore too, wat is still a character that i hold near to my heart (and tine!!).

tinn is just that type of self-sacrificial character who just wants the person he likes to be happy. sure, he sort of messes around and teases gun but it’s never malicious or cruel. it seems like tinn is actually amused that he can get gun riled up. there’s never any ill intention behind what he does, in fact the poor lovesick fool was so earnest asking people to vote for gun’s band. he did the totally innocent thing of doodling his crush!! he takes satisfaction in hearing gun refer to himself with tinn’s last name. tinn just…he has a lot of strong feelings and he might not know what to do with them outwardly whenever he’s around gun but he sure knows what to do behind the scenes.

anyways. thank you for sending this! i’m glad that other people are enjoying this silly little show too. i have a lot of feelings about it already which is wild considering there is only 1 episode out. i can’t wait to watch tinngun grow as characters and learn their backstory! i cannot wait until episode two comes out tomorrow 🥰

[deadtime-stories]

“I can help with your illness,” he purred as I tensed, and I felt my heart speed up again. His skin was warm, the fingers wrapped around my wrist deceptively soft for a grip I knew could bind like steel. “If you’re crazy enough to take me up on it.”

The situation was serious, deadly so, and needed to be treated with thought and care. So I said the first thing that popped into my head.

“My illneth?” I repeated his fang-affected speech. “You can help me with my illneth?”

He gave me a look that would kill a smarter man. Then he bit the shit out of my arm.

----

Working away today. It's the last day of my vacation, and I go back to work tomorrow.

For various reasons best summed up as "it be like that sometimes," I haven't had a real break from work since the end of 2019.

From January 28 on, I slept late, laid around watching videos, and finished reading my first book for the year (and the first book I read in two years). I didn't start to feel like a human being again until Friday (Feb. 3). Today is the first day I sat down to work on my writing and have no trouble concentrating...it took me 9 days of doing nothing in particular to get to this point.

Burnout is real, and sometimes you don't even realize you're suffering from it until you just randomly decide to rest. If you get PTO, use it. If you have a chance to vote for an official pushing for all people to get PTO, vote for it. Americans are killing ourselves and there's no good reason for it.

[lunaflvms]

I posted 2,197 times in 2022

That's 2,197 more posts than 2021!

1,741 posts created (79%)

456 posts reblogged (21%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lunaflvms

@enloveclub

@mitsukifilms

@maiwon

I tagged 2,125 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#˖ ࣪ luna’s mailbox! ˖ ࣪ - 1,319 posts

#˖ ࣪ mail from: ˖ ࣪ ⸱ - 1,315 posts

#✦ luna’s anons。°˖ ✧ - 560 posts

#ˏˋ*⁀➷ luna’s moots ˖ ࣪ - 508 posts

#˖ ࣪ luna’s reblogs! ˖ ࣪ - 350 posts

#˖ ࣪ luna’s thoughts ˖ ࣪ - 311 posts

#chuu cherrie - 75 posts

#one16core - 59 posts

#enhypen social media au - 55 posts

#enhypen smau - 55 posts

Longest Tag: 143 characters

#bye jokes and all parent issues are so not cool 🤬🤬🤬🤬 like why would you (grown ass adult that has kids) beef with some teenager (emo child)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

🌷🧚‍♀️🧼; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 fairy of shampoo !

sypnosis: demons and angels have always existed in this world, hidden away in the shadows and guiding people to do right or wrong in many different forms and identities. This time as broke stressed out college students, Hyunjin a 1000+ old demon had a special duty to go guide a young boy in college but struggles when he see another person in the boys life that might make him fail his task. What happens when one demon and one angel both get assigned to the same person?

pairing: demon!hyunjin x angelfem!reader

featuring: enhypen, straykids, txt, itzy, wonyoung from ive and more!

genre: enemies to lovers, slowburn?, fluff, crack, angst maybe, fantasy au, college au

warnings: swearing, idk not much tbh ill add when i need too, maybe some suicidal jokes? like saying kys or kms or sumn 🤕, mentions of blood

author’s note: please ignore the fact the header looks very similar to my fiesta one 😓 i made it at 1 am and im lacking my creative mind rn, it still took me more than 1 hour tho 😒 HELP AND MY SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW⁉️ IM SOBBING CRYING BLEEDING AND THROWING UP 😭

also this fic is inspired by @ddeonuism my accidental demon roomate!! i just wanted to give creds cuz one part of the story i planned for them is something similiar that happened in her book :) DONT WORRY THO THE PLOT IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT 😭

release date: 25th january 2022

taglist: (open) send an ask

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471 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#4

鐵線蓮花; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 enhypen reactions !

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#3

西村力; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 WISHLIST !

sypnosis: having a famous idol brother had its pros and cons, the pros? well you kind of get second hand fame if you ever go public on social media. the cons? well your annoying brother always tries to set you up with his members, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing if he didn’t keep trying to set you up with his groups maknae nishimura riki who you once met and had accidentally spilled coffee on you and then told you to suck it up.

pairing: idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader

featuring: enhypen, txt, itzy, straykids, ive + more

genre: social media au, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, idol au, brothers bestfriend au

warnings: swearing, my humour 💀

author’s note: WISHLIST came first with over 20 vote 💀 wow anyways if you still want to vote for another one please do its for the future works im going to write i will add more maybe even a soobin smau 😱🤣 lol vote here

release date: after fiesta (will release prologue before that tho)

taglist: (open) send an ASK, replies will not be added anymore

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#2

엔하이픈 ; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 luna’s enhypen fic recs !

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2,090 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🎨 🌷; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 FIESTA !

sypnosis: Jungwon has always admired you from a distance, watching you practice dancing in the hybe practice rooms, purposely trying to bump into you while wondering around the hybe building and also leaving nice notes for you to find. When you debut in a group, being Enhypen’s younger group, it’s Jungwon’s perfect opportunity to get to know you better but one day he gets into a dating scandal with your best friend. Which leads to you trying to get both of them together, what will he do now?

pairing: idol!yang jungwon x trainee to idol!fem reader

featuring: enhypen, straykids, txt, nct dream, itzy, ive + more!

genre: fluff, crack, maybe a tiny bit of angst? friends to lovers, idol au

warnings: swearing, my humour 😓, y/n is a lil clueless, yeonjun /j, dispatch, invasion of privacy idk

release date: 20th january 2022

taglist: closed!!

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[sosayset]

I had dinner with my parents tonight, and will again tomorrow (extra food tonight, St. Patty's tomorrow). And though neither of them voted for him, they basically agreed, and conceded that he wasn't a bad president. Over the course of the next two hours, as we agreed upon the poor state of the nation, I literally took every single thing they disliked (neither is a true liberal, per se, but they refuse to watch Fox News and hated 45 from the start, and support unions and planned parenthood, etc), and then literally called back to exactly what happened under Reagan that got us from there to here. I mean, everything, too. Fox News itself, disease control, mental illness and rampant homelessness, foreign affairs, wealth inequity, space exploration, banned books and symptoms of fascism...all of it.

They've always known I'm smart, but this was one of the first master classes I've EVER given the both of them. "...and that was another thing caused under Reagan when he <did something truly heinous and deplorable that fucked the American people for the next half century>."

And I'm not even exaggerating, I pulled everything back to him. We were talking about that island the Canadians and Danes dispute ownership of, and how it would be a fun military assignment to go plant your flag, take the other guys down, and enjoy some of their fine liquor doing so. And Dad says, "well with climate change, that will change soon. It will be under water."

"And if it hadn't been for Reagan intentionally making efforts to repeal goals set by Carter to have this country reach goals of 15-20% renewable energy based by the turn of the century, we wouldn't currently be at less than 10."

I'm still invited to dinner tomorrow, but don't EVER suggest to me for an instant that Reagan doesn't deserve to be on ANY list of worst President ever.

[hxad-ovxr-hxart]

rant about voting under the cut

I'm so fucking nervous for tomorrow.

I'm a first time voter and I have to go alone which already is making me feel very panicky. I don't do well in situations like this, especially when it's high stress and I'm tired, which I will be because I'm voting right after I get off work. I live in a heavily right wing red town that's very trump or die and I'm uncomfortable going places alone unless it's a safe space in town anyway and this is so far out of my comfort zone I don't know what to do. I feel like I am so entirely ill educated on everything I'll be voting for and idk I'm just so fucking anxious about it that it's making me sick

[thelivingforce]

today i was really focused on writing. i think tomorrow i'll work on reading and scanning some more stuff as my main thing. im thinking of one of these issues

if you are interested in either issue please vote for it below and ill do that one.

[outofcontexturi]

jan 5th fri 2024 21:59pm

my new toothbrush is amazing! my mouth feels so much cleaner! just wanna smile to the world haha. listened to some David goggins today. Also did a cold shower. First cold shower of the year. shit was horrendous. I had Leon today. The farmer J in London Bridge was closed. Today didn’t feel like a Friday. Also one of my neighbours said I should put my name down on the house just incase my mum passes away so that they don’t relocate me?! he was talking about how hard it is to live in London and how the government just doesn’t give a fuck about us and he’s right. The government doesn’t give af. I’m blessed that I’ve never had to visit a food bank ever. Im blessed I have a roof over my head and friends that love me. Im blessed I’m talented and soon my talents will put food on my table and take me across the world to see it’s wonders. I just hard out here when you see others suffering and shit. I think my fear is anarchy cause then it’s Everyman of himself. I already feel we’re in dark times. exposing darkness doesn’t seem to have much effect cause those in power are still in power despite how fucking terrible they are at making decisions and lining their pockets and their interests. I’ve never EVER like authority or government and I dare say I never will. No government will ever get my trust or vote. And if they did I was forced to do it against my will. I’m going to go back to practicing delayed gratification with the hopes that my attitude changes back to that which I had in November. I let myself slip in December because it was the last month and I’d worked hard in Nov but now I need to get back to that mindset and really go for it. I have plans for this month which is good. And I have plans for next month and the month after that (I’ve never made a quarterly plan) so I’m excited to see how well I do. And how many things I stick to and how I grow. I really want Invisalign this year. I want to fix my teeth. It’s one thing that really bugs me. I really want to fix them. I don’t know where this generation is going and I don’t like it. We all need to collectively touch some grass and shut the fuck up! I have work tomorrow. I lost my voice yesterday but I feel better today which is weird? I’m in a weird limbo like state with this sickness. It’s like my body is deciding whether to be ill or not. Anyways I hope it changes with this sleep tonight and I feel better in the morning. Here’s to a good night and a better morning 🥂

sign out time: 22:19pm

[unepetitemal]

A dictator. An oligarch. An absolute Judas to all we have come to know as reality.

My first presidential election I could vote in was Clinton/Trump. Ever since, every local, state, and federal election has pushed me to the point of panic because all I have ever known in my adult life is terror, fear, and insecurity.

I only remember bits and pieces of my childhood (yay trauma) but I so clearly remember watching Obama’s inaugural speech. The air around me was celebratory and ease. Folks on both sides of the aisle were, at minimum, cordial and respectful of the tradition of a peaceful transfer of power and acknowledged this significant moment with a semblance of pride.

Now I look at that moment of history as the beginning of a great devolution. Every political development since then has been equally a historic moment. Supreme Court justices. Felony charges. Roe v Wade. Insurrection. Transfer of power with multiple illnesses. Inflation. Natural disasters. Attempted assassination (eh on that one). Every week we live in a textbook moment of history and with every election, debate, interview, the loft I felt in 2008 has become a heavy weight in my chest because I don’t see a possibility of relief in our future.

So now we wait until tomorrow to see what historic moment will occur. Will we have our first female president, a female president of color? We all know that huge accomplishment which should be celebrated and focused on in the history books will be met with a January 6th 2.0. History will repeat itself and this time my gut says we’ll see not just insurrection of our capital, but riots everywhere. And what if Trump wins? I envision just as much chaos, but with a slightly different tone. Instead of mayhem fueled by anger, we’ll see and feel a rise of lawlessness affirmed by those leaders— attacks on small businesses, increasing violence among women, POC, and the LGBT+ community, etc will rise all because those actions were not only ok’d but encouraged by a senile puppet influenced by billionaires (almost trillionares) and war-obsessed, totalitarian dictators and power hungry individuals riding on his coat tails.

I truly am overwhelmed by the state of our government. The divide it has illuminated and emphasized in such a short time is astounding. I genuinely believe we’re at a tipping point of war, and in a conspiracy theory tangent, I almost believe this hasty rise of division is intentional. I won’t go further but the weight of all these “what if’s” make my head spin.

I immediately applied to renew my passport, which is delayed because of all the other people doing the same thing. My birth control (IUD) isn’t meant to be taken out until next year so now I’m paying out of pocket to get it swapped out before January. I regularly go to the gun range now. I have a fireproof/waterproof go bag with everything I could need in case of an emergency and my cat’s carrier set up next to it with his food and medication. These are all hugely exaggerated and hyper-vigilant preparations to do, but the fact that my brain is even going to the place of these actions possibly being needed is gut wrenching.

And the scariest piece of it all is those preparations are for either party winning.

Whoever the winner is won’t matter as it will all be overshadowed by frenzy and general pandemonium. I can’t imagine a scenario where this election will end in the peace and respect that this county has seen for over 200 years.

Democracy has a history of not being sustainable long term and I ruminate on if this will be where things fall apart.

Welcome to my Ted Talk, I am so stoned. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I’m probably gonna have to edit this a lot or delete when I’m sober 😂

[remembertheplunge]

Never forgot. Never forgave. Never get over.

,11/2/2009

4:48pm. Jim sleeps.

5:58pm  Jim’s appointment tomorrow for a blood test is at 9am. Get there 15 minutes early

I just for the first time in years taped off all of the phone messages.

That tape is like the soul.

What’s, is.

10:04pm. Watching a TV show about death. “I’m tired. I can’t take another life time. If the heart weighed less than a feather…red feather in the computer room doorway tonight.

Not much democracy once you have died.  Your body returns to the earth or to the fire.

“When I grow up, I want to be an old woman. Kaiser.

Centurium silver for your prostate.

Who would advertise on a show about death?

Plastination: meant to last 10,000 years.

Tuesday. 11/3/2009

Jim’s back. Elderlys overflowed the blood bank. So, he will try again tomorrow.

Jim drove, twice.

Fed the Weegan’s.

Now, he’s in his chair. Exhausted.

10:35am. Jim is so ill

5:16pm. Jim Eazes into our common evening twighlite.”

6:22pm Jim has stopped eating and walking pretty much. As we walked to vote he said “I need to walk, I am deteriorating."

 On the TV, 2009 Maine Question 1: should the Maine law legalizing same sex marriage be repealed?

Cleeve Jones is interviewed. He was a friend of Harvey Milk. “People don’t really know us. Gay people are 2nd class citizens."

Obama is silent as to Question 1

8:08pm. Jim goes to bed. Man, he is really slammed.

On the TV, vote to close to call on Question 1 in Maine. Governor of Maine John Baldacci said it’s 50% Yes 50% No.

11/3/2009. 8:58pm. Jim is on the edge of himself.

So, in a way now our lives fall apart and come together.

11/4/2009. 3:16 am Wednesday.

Early morning is interesting, cool. Dark. Quiet. Peace. Full.

11/5/2009.  10:19pm

Just back from the neighbors. Jim watch. Dan W. Called.

Man, BAD BAD!

Our house is wrecked up.

But, everybody 2day was strong.

10:35pm.  So, where do I sleep?

No calls (from the hospital) yet. 

I’m shocked.

Never forgot.

Never forgave.

Never get over.

End of this part of the entries from November 2-November 5, 2009.

Note:

My partner , Jim, was sinking into death from liver failure on November 2 through his actual death November 9, 2009. I was not aware, however, that he was dying.

In found him on the bedroom floor incoherent around 3am November 5, 2009. He was taken to the hospital. He never regained consciousness. He was returned home 2 days later where he died.

The voters in Maine voted to repeal the legalized gay marriage in Maine on November 4, 2009, another death of sorts. 

Jim’s descent into death and the Maine vote to repeal legalized gay marriage are now intertwined in my memory. Two major gay related tragedies happening at the same time.

Weegan’s was Jim’s nick name for his cats. We had another house about a mile from our house where the cats lived. We called it Hilton House. This would be Jim’s last time to visit Hilton House.

Jamie and Cameron were our neighbors.

Dan W. Was my brother.

Our house was wrecked up I guess from the fireman and ambulance crew that came to transport Jim 11/5/2009.  

I can’t remember why a red feather represented death to me. But it did. So, to find a ten inch  red feather in the computer room doorway just days before Jim died was, in retrospect, a powerful symbol.

[harryfeatgaga]

saw some dude on some tik tok live shitting on harry and was talking about how he was going to film a fashion video tomorrow meanwhile the dude looks like he got lost in a kohl’s clearance section….let’s not speak on what we don’t know ❤️

LMFAOOOO BYE

Anonymous asked: Ben Affleck looked so miserable you could tell he and Jlo fought before the Grammys there’s a video of her scolding him and then laugh when she see the camera on them

HELPPKFJNUIK!??!?!?!

Anonymous asked: saw some tweet that was like “i’m just gonna look up harry’s racist tweets” as if that man didn’t only tweet song lyrics for years I just know whoever tweeted that hasn’t seen sunlight in days

literally bye good luck all ur gonna find is song lyrics

Anonymous asked: WAIT I LOVE HARRY LIKE IM HERE AS A HARRIE BUT IM ALSO HERE AS A DARKSKIN WOMAN SO "beyoncé’s fans are so fucking mean" AND BLAMING HER FOR STAYING SILENT IS NOT A COOL THING TO SAY. i'm saying this with kindness, but have y'all met harries. do y'all know HARRY? love him but when has he ever defended anyone his fans have come for? & as a white man it *IS* easier for him to speak up than it is for bey. all fandoms suck. lets not bring down a black woman lets just be happy for harry. thank you.

Anonymous asked: my last ask might be confusing sorry im responding to the anon talking about how beyonce doesn't do anything to stop hate and that somehow her rude fans means she is just as bad too. was not calling anyone racist in particular but i've just seen that sentiment a lot today and its made celebrating harry hard because it feels personal. idk why people can't ever celebrate harry without putting others down. beyonce was smiling and happy for him in the crowd

no yeah I dont think anon was blaming her I know I certainly wasnt but yeah it applies to all fandoms but hers are quite notorious for being....mean fbhcj she has a lot of male fans as well and men are just nasty so hfbhucjik as many other fanoms are aka swifties, bts and yes harries can be too absolutelyyyyy but yeah beyonce was literally happy for him people need to relax

Anonymous asked: ill get everyone trying to spread a false narrative adele did not leave everyone was happy for him and if people r mad about ben winston being a producer why do they not care about beyonces dad being a voting member of the academy and campaigning for her like first 20 grammys apparently

like as if ben has any actual say in the grammy winners themselves he just produces the show that is airing like

Anonymous asked: I just woke up and omfg the hate??? Ridiculous I feel like I need to cleanse my eyes. I can’t wait until Harry is out of the country so these uncultureds can leave him alone 😭😭😭

still havent seen too much and im glad so pls yall dont send it I really dont wanna see it lmao

Anonymous asked: I never thought I’d be telling her to gtfo of America like I need these people to leave him alone!!! Cant wait for him to shine at Brit’s and see no one pissed about it 😭😭

brits sweep incoming!!!

Anonymous asked: Fandoms hate Harry but their idols sure don’t

LITERALLY

Anonymous asked: i’m sorry but i’m still mad. does b deserve a grammy? yes. were a great majority of people dragging and not streaming renaissance at all? yes. if we’re going to war on somebody’s behalf, it should be uvst by bb because it objectively was the most streamed album of last year, but i fear twitter wouldn’t have liked that either bc a lot of twitter is still xenophobic as hell and refuse to listen to spanish music and it would’ve devolved into a conversation about “why didn’t they give bb the latin grammys instead?”, which would have been xenophobic too but in a lowkey “progressive” way so i’m glad harry won bc i really don’t think a b win would’ve really been appreciated by twitter at all anyway bc it would still be about how they dislike the album or its genre or whatever billion ways they’ve tried to drag renaissance this past year when it’s literally always been a gorgeous album that you should have been appreciating from the get-go but now want to pretend like you’ve always loved it bc you love to be victims and somehow snubbing an album that twitter didn’t like just bc you like the artist and they are deserving of a grammy in general is a ridiculous hill to try to die on when i truly think b wouldn’t have liked to win an album for something that wasn’t well-received either 🫠

im shocked I didnt know her fans didnt really like the album but yeah she deserved it bad after lemonade like we all been knowing the grammys are fucked up im.very happy for harry and all hs peers there last night including beyoce looked happy for him 🫶🏻

Anonymous asked: So many famous people or you know social media known people made memes out of Harry saying “stuff like this don’t happen to people like me” and literally almost all of them took it down within minutes lmao idk why but either is the power of harries, the power of Jeff or the power of Harry, they should all shut up and let him have his moment! Especially when they do nothing with their sad miserable life pretending to be famous because of Instagram, try getting a real fucking job!

GOODBYEEEEEEE

Anonymous asked:

the grammys were never gonna give aoty to something like renaissance🤷🏼‍♀️ i. can tell you the grammys hates giving awards to albums with that many producers and they loveeeee when there’s a smaller number of producers and writers( they’re weird)🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️ with it fitting into a sort of niche the grammys (sadly) are not up to recognizing something that was made for the black queer community i think renaissance deserved the award the most tbh but what beyonce fans don’t understand is that there’s 10 albums in the category…. and most of them deserve to be there (coldplay and abba nope but anyways) and you can’t blame harry because he deserved the award as well you have to blame the grammys😭 because the truth is this year was a solid category and she should’ve won album of the year long ago for her self titled AND lemonade😭 and now they’re trying to find a way to blame him by tearing everything he’s said apart😭 because now people are expecting him to act as if he didn’t deserve the award??? when he completely did??? and beyonce she just sits there and cheers and she genuinely looks happy for everyone who wins and she’s not about what some of her fans are about😭😭😭

IM JUST SO TIREDDDDDDDDD THE AOTY WAS STACKEDDD EXACTLY LIKE YOU SAID FULL OF GOOD ALBUMS LIKE GOD

Anonymous asked: I’ve seen harries be equally as nasty when Harry looses things so I think everyone needs to realize that this stuff is not worth being a horrible person over because even though it’s online it still hurts. I hope a lot of harries will remember this feeling and not be so horrible to other artists so we can stop the hate circle

so true!!!

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Well i guess since i STILL dont have polls ill do it the old fashioned way

FIRST ROUND! FINAL RESULTS WILL BE TOMORROW WHEN I WAKE UP!