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i-write-sin-not-tragedy · 4 months ago
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Did you guys know that Angel Dust is like really pretty
And handsome
And cute
And very kissable
This has been a PSA
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mmmmmmygodstopfuckinlying · 3 years ago
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Chapter angel number 777: backstories
HongKong78, Shitty Kowloon Walled City Slum.
Jonestown had just happened. National news story!!!!
Sanada had bought the paper just for his little nephew MHD. He had met him a few years back because his stepdad was in the heroin trade. Sanada loved seeing dollar signs and a possible new comrade, so they became good friends. He not only saw the opportunity to make a lot of money, but to form a new friendship. A mentor ship. Tumblr might flag this post, but let’s say he saw something else that made him want to grow closer to his new business partner.
“I can’t wait to show Ming Hua the paper I just got him! He is going to love this story!”
MHD was getting in a lot of trouble lately, being the local BadBoi. He was 8 but he was being a playboy with the girls and stealing cigarettes and porno at local stalls. He was listening to Iron Maiden in his catholic household! He NEEDED a mentor, BADLY!
He ran to MHD’s rundown, one bedroom home he shared with his parents and 5 siblings. “Extra extra read all about it!!!! You will not believe this!” He showed MHD the paper.
“Wow. That’s fucked up if true. Can I keep this for later” MHD hid the paper under his bed alongside his playboys and bootleg Van Halen tapes.
“Today we are going to have a Sanada Sunday Funday!”
Yay!!!!!! Forget those girlfriends!!! Time to go see Game of Death again!!!
1921-BeautifulCottage
“I HATE EARNEST!!!!!”
“AND I SAID NO PICKLE!!!”
RoyMustang was so dumb that he didn’t know how to change his iPhone password or turn off his location. Meaning anyone could look through his phone to see who he was texting and what about.
He retreated to his coffin nobody knew about and pretended to be dead. “If I had my way there would NEVER be pickle again…someday…”
Japan1985,At the Shiroi Hen again
Satoshi was stressed out because he had asked Keiichi to do his homework last night and apperantly he forgot because he was up all night playing Mario. He didn’t really care about his grades but he had literally given him money to do it and now he wasted his money.
His gurl Rena had come over w the newest fashion magazine so they cud look at it and cut the good ones out for their notebook thing they shared n laugh at the ugly ones. She stole sum weed from keiichis dad so it was sure to be a good time. But rite now he needed 2 vent just to himself.
“Dear diary” he wrote in his twin star’s diary. “mood? Apathetic. I paid Keiichi money to do my homework and he didn’t. I could have bought the new the cure album but nooooo. N e way I snuck into the irie clinic and stole a bunch of benzos n sum uppers. He can go fuk himself LOL…Tomorrow at school me n Rena will have sooo much fun we already talked about how we r going to go thru everyones bags and steal stuff for funzies. So r dumb teacher yelled at us for passing notes yesterday n pulled the read it in front of the class thing so keichi ate the note LOL!!!!! Tbh me n Rena are thinkin of putting sugar in her gas tank she needs 2 get a reality check. One day she is going 2 regret treating the towns 2 biggest stars like this. N e way g2g my dumb sister iz being soooo annoying I am rlly thinking of taking her to the forest n just leaving her ther. LOL ttfn”
Just then his phone rang. It was Shion. Rena gave him a oh my god biiitch what look “Oh my god what do u want.” He said, stabbing his desk with a pencil over and over.
“Do u want to come over later”
“Do u want to go kill urself”
“Omg ur so mean!!! Hahaha you’re bad. So anyway what do u wanna do later”
“Sorry im going to the mall later next town over. Well maybe u could meet up with me. Like 6 pm”
“Sounds like a plan!!!! C u later!!!” She hung up the phone.
“Omg are you really going to meet up with her” Rena asked
“Girl what do you think. Can u imagine the look on her face when she realizes”
Tomorrow waz going to be soooo fun at school.
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pentagonieslut · 4 years ago
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orange juice & oreos
member: wooseok
genre: fluff (oh dear-)
word count: gona doesn’t fucking know herself
warnings: none :))
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the look on your face made him smile. it always did when he saw your reaction to his little gift he always secretly left you. it was your favourite random food combination of all time. orange juice and oreos. he liked the way you would dip the oreos in and leave it there for a bit before taking a bite of the drenched treat. in his eyes, you were adorable.
his friends noticed this too, the way he unconsciously smiled at the mention of your name and the sight of you. he loved you unconditionally though he couldn’t express it to a female as gentle as you- in his eyes you were gentle. you were actually like your older sister hyunju (jessi) and fought people who didn’t like you or dissed you to your face. he was willing to follow up behind you in secret and make sure they didn’t touch you again. all of them knew that. “keep staring at her, she’ll know it’s you genius.” shinwon grumbled as he smacked the back of the younger’s head.
wooseok jolted out of his thoughts and let out a loud curse, turning quickly to glare at the older male who only laughed and plopped down in his seat; right behind him. “that fucking hurt you asshole.” he hissed out as rubbed the back of his head and turned his attention to his friends, who got lost in their own conversations themselves. “hey..is she crying..?” edawn said as he tilted his head at your figure which was packing everything up and quickly closing the treat you were gifted- by him. this caused the males to get quiet as yanan followed her out with a huff.
“what just happened?” changgu asked as he blinked quickly, realizing that they were only down to nine as yanan left to take care of you. wooseok sighed and slammed his head against the table, causing a loud bang and for everyone to jump at one of the most notorious bad boy’s actions. “they made fun of her and posted about her is what.” jinho whispered quietly as he slid his phone on the table for the others to see. wooseok curled his fist up into a ball and just about lost it in front of everyone.
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“yanan, i can’t take it no more! they keep on treating me like bullshit! i didn’t do anything to them nor did i punch them in the fucking face!” you screamed as he tried to keep a straight face and prevent his giggles from coming out. he was clearly amused by you ranting as always.
to him, your rants were always hilarious and never failed to make him smile- even when he had to keep up his bad boy appearance. “you know y/n, it’s not too hard to beat the shit out of them. especially for someone like you.” he giggled out as he stared at you intently. “you do know that, right?”
stopping in your tracks to look at your best friend, you nodded your head slowly and huffed, hearing the bell ring for lunch. “let’s go stupid, we missed an entire class period anyways.” the taller giggles out as as he opened the door to the hideout you guys have and holding your bags at the same time. “i am not as stupid as you, you hag.” you hissed out as he snorted with laughter and led you to the cafeteria.
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all eyes were on the two of you as you walked around and gathered your stuff from your lockers and walked to get your food from the line. you guys looked like celebrities with the amount of other students following you and bombarding with questions. yanan protected you every step of the way and barked at everyone who got way too close in your shared personal bubble.
“sit with me today. you might like my other friends and it’ll be safer for you.” he leaned down and whispered as he quickly got you to the table and sat down next to you, whispering in your ear. he was trying to calm you down before you exploded and knocked just about everyone here out. “get the fuck away!” a deep voice screamed as everyone who crowded around you quickly scampered away. “hello wooseok.” you said lightly with a slight nod of your head to the younger.
inside he was giddy with excitement but decided to calm himself down. “hello y/n!” he said a bit too cheerfully as you said his name. yanan could only giggle and whisper to you in Chinese as you whispered back, cussing him out for putting you in a predicament.
everyone finally sat down and ate, you grabbing your food from your desk and snacking again. “oh? do you like that?” hyunggu asked as he smiled at you softly, watching you enjoy your oreos and juice. looking at him, you have a nod and proceeded to listen yanan and his friends talk as you stuffed your face with more.
“yanan? i ran out of my snack..do you or your friends have any more or something?” you asked a bit shyly but loud enough for them to hear once it got quiet at the table as your confidence dropped down after seeing the amount of boys around you and the students that just mobbed you. “i do.” wooseok said with his signature smile, blonde hair moving about as he reached into his bag and grabbed the cookies. “thank you wooseok! this really means a lot!” you beamed cheerfully as you stood up. “i am going to get my juice. i will be back!” you said quickly as you scrambled to the line.
as he made sure you weren’t looking, he quickly placed the juice next to the snack and an extra set of cookies just in case. “and the story goes as follows, the bad boy fell for the innocent and shy girl, giving her gifts anonymously.” he mumbled to himself as he played on his phone and waited for you to come back since the olders were having their own conversation.
“oh? there’s more!” she said happily as she plopped back in her seat and opened them up, eating them again. as she ate, wooseok rested his head on his arms and watched her, his smile he reserved only for her and his friends appearing. “oh my, he gave me more orange juice! god, have you finally answered your angel’s prayers of getting a secret admirer? or are you playing with me? are you signing that i may get a man?” you asked as you closed your eyes and spoke, the others laughing at you- more like him.
his face turned red at your statements because he was your secret admirer and he most definitely did not know that his princess prayed for a man. they composed themself as your eyes opened back up and you hummed with a satisfied smile on your face, going back to eating the oreo and juice combination. “if only he knew how big of a crush i had on him and one of the bad boys at school..” she mumbled, catching her best friend’s attention and wooseok’s causing him to turn a slight red and turn away from the female as yanan ruffles her hair.
“why don’t you just leave a note for him before he places the snacks on your desk?” hyunggu said as he slid his juice over to you as well, noticing how you were running low on it. “i Can never arrive as early as him- them. nor can i decide how i am going to say it..” you pouted as yanan chuckled and winked at wooseok who looked at him for help. “i’ll place it on your desk for you, yeah? so that way you can come to school normal time.” yanan said as he cleaned up his mess and wooseok cleaning up yours alongside his. “deal.”
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yanan did as he said and left the note on your desk as he walked to his second hideout, with the boys. “the note has been placed for him to see.” he said as he laid down on the couch and got on his phone.
minutes later, an excited beagle bursted through the room with a sticky note in his hand. “she actually left me a note!” he squealed as he read it and let his mood change slightly. “i think i have been exposed..” he mumbled as he read the note that had his name on it. as he finished the note, he made a mental reminder to be at the courtyard by lunch.
living up to his promise, wooseok fidgeted around as he looked at your tiny figure compared to his and smiled. “hello y/n.” he said as you got closer. not saying a word, you threw your backpack on the ground and jumped on him, hiding your face in his neck. “thank you, it means a lot and im serious about liking you.” you whispered as everyone started whispering about the two of you as he held you tightly and chuckled. “of course. i know how much you love that snack. it’s always been something you’ve eaten constantly and i couldn’t help but notice how cute you were eating it.” he replied back as he held you and brought your face in front of his for a kiss.
“so you’re my girlfriend..right?” you let out a laugh and nodded once he broke the kiss. “yes i am, stupid.”
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harryfeatgaga · 5 years ago
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I’m am genuinely really sorry you got waitlisted, I’m sending a lot of positive vibes that you get to be a part of the presale tomorrow or get tickets on Friday! Hell half the presale people will probs have to get tickets in the general sale anyway lol
thank you angel 💖
Anonymous said: OH no Paige! I'm so sorry! i'm so confused by this whole process i wasn't apart of it last time and i'm so confused by why everyone i follow on here is being wait listed. It makes no sense at all and i didn't even know that was a thing. sending you positive vibes and hoping your moms account gets one!
yeah me either I think its a new thing cause this didnt happen last time :(
Anonymous said: I got waitlisted too 😞 Harry is the only artist that I’m willing to spend money for and it sucks that Ticketmaster does this. I get that it’s to keep bots and stuff from buying tickets, but it still doesn’t seem fair
I know same lmao im so sad rn
Anonymous said: I also got waitlisted 😔 I’m hoping I can get tickets during general sales or that someone will eventually sell theirs at a reasonable price. I’ve never seen solo Harry and I’ve been trying since he started touring 🤧
I hope you get to see him!
Anonymous said: Paige I’m sad too because I got waitlisted 😞😭 I had already planned on going by myself because none of my friends want to go and now idk if I’ll even be able to get good tickets
we gotta stay positive!!!!!! im sorry you got waitlisted too :(
Anonymous said: Also to spread good luck, my dad got a code for the presale!! -m
my moms account got wait listed too...........fml
Anonymous said: really wish i was friends with harry styles so i didn’t have to stress about getting tickets to see said harry styles
mood
Anonymous said: I didn’t get any new email about a code at all what does that mean 🥺 I might just buy a ticket with an American Express card . I just got an email Friday about my registration for fan presale is complete but nothing yesterday or today
yeah I might try the amex thing......I need to check the balance on my card tho okjnfbhuvjikl
Anonymous said: i got waitlisted too this stinks 😖
yes it does
Anonymous said: I feel like a total assole asking this beaut does anyone know when they text you the code? I’ve never done this before so idk what I’m doing, I feel bad sending this 😔
last time it was like two hours before the pre sale started
Anonymous said: I’m sending you every positive vibe I hope you get the code in your moms account 🙏🏼🤞🏼
unfortunately no luck but ty :(
Anonymous said: Fingers crossed that you get off the waitlist soon! Are you planing to go to the Boston show?
yeah I am and my moms account was for nyc but alas lmao :( ty tho I hope so too
Anonymous said: i got an email from ticketmaster saying i’m on the waitlist 🥺 no code for me 🥺
emo hours are upon us
Anonymous said: ill jump into traffic with you, i got waitlisted too👋- septum anon
lets go girls!
Anonymous said: i got waitlisted too... and i live in new york (about an hour away from the city) and i know how so many out of state harries want to go to his new york shows and seeing the ones i follow on twit post about getting codes literally infuriates me lollll
it sucks lmao and meanwhile some people got multiple codes like....lmao okay
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californiadreaminghq · 5 years ago
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SPOTLIGHT
NAME: Rosalie Kang; “Amethyst” FACE CLAIM: Im Jinah AGE: 26 TITLE: The Fame OCCUPATION: Lead Singer of The Gemstones
INTERVIEW
                            𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌, 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌, 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐏!                   𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑,                                                    𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆
     𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎!
The Gemstones aren’t strangers to having their day in the sun. Known for their sweeter-than-sugar pop attitudes, but notorious for their ever-changing roster, and for those that remember, their abrupt rebranding from rock to pop, one of the lone constants remains their lead vocalist, Amethyst, or Rosalie, as she would introduce herself as. It’s almost inconceivable that she was the former front-liner of rock band, Bitch Frenzy, as she sits, legs crossed primly, in the media room of Fusetone with her shimmery little dress and her picture perfect smile; it’s hard to see her as anything but the All-American gemstone sweetheart she is now, and I’m sure that’s the way Fusetone and the band prefer it.
But following that train of thought makes me curious about whether or not she has any lingering regrets, so I ask, “If you could do anything in the world for a living, what would it be?”
“Anything in the world?” She answers, looking genuinely pensive for a moment before it fades. “Well, it would still be this, wouldn’t it? What more could I ask for? The girls in the Gemstones are my family,” she continues, brows furrowing for a moment, a minute drop of her smile, like a wisp of cloud just passing by clear skies. “Being able to work with all of them and share our music with the world is already the best way to make a living. I wouldn’t change anything. Why? Not a fan of our work?” She teases.
“No, not at all,” I backtrack quickly, and truthfully, I am a fan, both pre- and post-rebranding. “But it must get tiring, so I imagine you would like to go on vacation. So, if you could travel anywhere, where would you go?”
“I think I should like to go to New York City,” she muses. “I’ve been a city girl all my life. Put me anywhere other than a city and I don’t think I’d know left from right. Going abroad is probably too big a wish right now, isn’t it?” She asks, looking wistful. “A girl can certainly dream.”
“I’m sure you could go abroad somewhere,” I prompt, trying for an encouraging smile, thinking it may brighten her mood.
Instead, she purses her lips in a nervous frown. “No,” she says with a surprising amount of conviction, shaking her head. “Better stay where I’m safe and sound. Stay home, where it’s familiar, comfortable... Bit of a homebody, me,” she jokes weakly, as if suddenly aware of the heavy tone of her words.
“Okay,” I relent. “What is one thing that makes you different than anyone else?”
“Is it presumptuous to say my voice? I think every singer wants to say their voice makes them different from everyone else.” She grins. “I had my rock days, and now I get to sing pop songs, so I feel like being able to dabble in both genres is pretty unique. Other than that,” she trails off, thinking hard but looking the most relaxed she’s been this whole interview. “Oh,” she exclaims after a beat. “I’m a great whistler; a lot of people say I’m just like a little songbird.”
BACKSTAGE
Here is the retelling of Little Red Riding Hood that is devoid of lies:
The Wolf comes into Little Red’s life wearing a suit and tie, and she ushers him indoors, and he says, “My, my, what big eyes you have. My, my, what a pretty face you have.” 
And she says, “Why thank you sir, but what of my hair? What of my lips? What of my body? Are they good enough to eat?”
The Wolf answers, “Well, yes, they are! But...”
“But what?” asks she.
“But there’s something not quite right,” he says, sitting himself in the living room and thinking quite hard.
“What if I do this?” she asks, changing this way and that. “Or this? Or this?”
“Ah, that’s just right,” he says, and gobbles her right up.
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Rosalie is born and raised in the heart of Los Angeles, and is altogether dissimilar and exactly the same as some of her peers from small podunk towns who come to LA to try and become somebody.  Her mother was a singer in her prime, and Rose reads an old interview with her mother. It goes like this: 
INTERVIEWER: You have a daughter now; what do you hope she inherits from you? Well, surely your voice. What sort of wishes do you have for her since it’s her birthday today?
JUHYUN: I hope she doesn’t get my voice.
INTERVIEWER: Why?
JUHYUN: Otherwise she might want to be a singer too one day.
She is dissimilar from her peers in this aspect: she never once experiences the disillusionment after the industry shows its true colors — she is exactly the same in this: she still lets herself get swallowed up.
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Despite her mother’s hopes, she does inherit musicality from her, but it sees little more exposure than daily performances by the dinner table, stirring renditions of An Itsy Bitsy Spider. She lives a sheltered if not restricted life for the first portion of her childhood, fiercely sheltered from all aspects of fame. It doesn’t bother her; she hadn’t developed an appetite for it then, content with simply basking in her parents’ love. That changes, though, when her mother passes away on her 19th birthday, and the paparazzi follow her and her father all the way to the memorial. There are more waiting when they arrive, and her father tries to shield her from them as best he can, wrapping an arm around her and lifting his jacket with the other, but the flashes still ingrain themselves on the backs of her eyelids, nauseatingly bright.
It keeps going: the shouting, the flashing, the lens jutting into her space, and like a melancholy ocean churning out tempestuous  waves, her sadness crashes into anger. She springs out of her father’s embrace before he can think to hold her back, and shoves a camera out of her face. The paparazzo advances, and she shoves him too, shattering the camera, yelling some incoherent half sentence, tears flowing, unbidden though they are. Her father comes to his senses and yells at them to back away before redoubling his efforts to see them safely in. By the time the service is over and she leaves the church, the photos are already developed and spreading.
And suddenly it feels as if the world knows who she is.
And she can’t get enough.
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She starts Bitch Frenzy soon after, and part of her is in it for the music, because that’s all she has left of her mother, but part of her, deny it though she might, is in it for the fame. For the glitz, and the glamour, and for the taste of her name as it slips off people’s tongues.
Bitch Frenzy is a hit — well, it’s a hit in the sense that people don’t ignore them and don’t hate them, a hit in the sense that they attract the attention of Fusetone. It’s the beginning of the end the moment suited executives come out to see them and to sign them, wolf fangs hiding behind their greasy grins, assuring them that if you sign, the world will know you. She certainly doesn’t know it then, but she certainly can’t say that if she were allowed to do it all over again, knowing what she knows now, she wouldn’t sign on that little dotted line.
She pushes the group into signing, wheedling that this is what they’ve been playing shitty venues for: a platform in which they get to spread their music farther than they could ever dream of reaching by themselves, and one by one, the members agree.
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First, it’s small things like makeup and hair, and her members grin and bear it. Then it’s things like dresses and public appearances, and then, and then, and then. It’s a slow overtake of everything that made Bitch Frenzy, well, bitch frenzy, and one day, she wakes up and they’re The Gemstones, and she’s got a little shimmery dress on, surrounded by faces she doesn’t know, and Pearl and Amber are paying life and limb for breaking their contract. Little sacrifices that she’s slowly acclimated to making, hoops she’s all too eager to jump through.
And for what?
Why, for the fame of it all, of course.
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There are restrictions on where she goes and who she goes with and how big she smiles and what she says and what she wears, bars and bars and bars on a gilded cage. And yet, she knows, as long as she never strays, people will come to coo over her, to love her, to adore her.
The guilt will be temporary, will die with her, she reasons; the silver screen her image will live on in is forever.
The flashes go off when she leaves her house, and she takes a deep breath and smiles for the cameras.
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meyhew · 7 years ago
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happy 1st hoeversary !
i just wanna start this by saying a big fuck u to all of u except for ary and farben….. yall have honestly put me thru hell these last couple weeks – first when u kicked me out of the gc and wouldn’t fucking add me back and then yesterday and today when yall doubted my love for u all and thought i fuckin forgot what today is or that i wouldn’t post anything… im truly genuinely hurt and hope u choke! also an fyi mely…. i Did wish a happy anniversary in the only chat im in but guess what? ur extra fake ass doesn’t check it so u wouldn’t know :) henyways 
i cannot believe its been a year already it feels like we just started talking yestedary pero also i cant believe its only been a year bc i feel like ive known u all my whole life. u’ve all helped me thru a bunch of stuff and we’ve sent each other presents (farben and i have smh) and planned our weddings and uhh im gonna say a lil smth to all of u i don’t have a cool fancy photo fight me
celery @eversincencwyork – u remind me of my brother a lot bc like,, 80% of the time i just wanna strangle him bc he’s always tryin to get on my very last nerve and always wants to fucking fight but like also,, i love you a lot can u believe?? i think one of my fave memories with u so far is that one time we were facetiming and u fell asleep on me but i didn’t realize so i kept thinking you’d come back and i stayed on the call for like 45 mins before i texted in the gc like ‘bro i think she died on me or smth’ and meme was like,, bitch she’s probs sleeping and honestly i felt so dumb also that one time we reviewed mitam?? i think it was mitam wow henyways i love u so much loads i’d go to war with u and for u
illuminary @lilacfortress – aru ur  a fuckin angel oh my god i just wanna say that i admire u so much ?? ur such a good friend to all five of us and to aurora like,, u’ve had some shitty times and this last year wasn’t an easy ride for u but u just kept holding on and didn’t let it drag u down. you’re always so positive and happy and never start any unnecessary shit with me, unlike Some ppl,, and i honestly adore u and admire you so much. i remember when u were confused about ur sexuality when we first started talking and seeing u now, embracing that part of urself, i just get so proud of u godd,, i hope u know how much i love you and i cant wait to see where u go bc i know ur gonna do amazing things
memeria @onedirectionwho – let the record make it clear that there isn’t anyone funnier than u in the whole wide world,, u make me smile on my darkest days and always lift my mood. u take basically no shit from anyone about anything and ur relationship with ur sister and brother is honestly one of my favorite things,, when we rabbit and theyre all there sometimes i feel like a tiny part of ur family and i just :’)) it makes me happy and im very proud of u, u know. i’ve seen u do so much this year and a lot of people might have cracked under that pressure but u didn’t and it just makes me feel some typa way so just know that i love u always and support u in everything u do but i fuckin hate the emojis u use
farben @heyangel – (someone send this to her thanks jfkshfgs) farben!!!!!!!!! ur an angel farben and im so so in love with u and ur personality and i miss u so much sometimes bc you’ve been gone so long doing ur thing and when i see u on insta i feel so proud,, like my lil baby is off to coffee ur doing that, despite all the shit life has thrown at u and ur still swimming and honestly, i love your strength so much and i want nothing but the best for u. ur such lovely person, i miss hearing u laugh and haunting me with ur shrek obsession, i miss jackie and whats ur friends name? giovana? miss that bich too hope shes okay send her my love tell her i love her for always being there for u okay also,, if ur gone for a while can i have heyangel? thanks !
last but not least…..
radish @lunarosa – i just wana be nice to u first and tell u that i love you a lot Always even when u don’t love me bc ur my best friend and i would tear the stars from the sky for you.. i’m so so proud of everything you’ve accomplished, i’ve seen you grow so much as a person this past year and it makes my heart so feel so full when i think about the shit you’ve overcome, the demons you’ve defeated and continue to fight. seeing u be so happy with carm and knowing ur gonna meet them soon makes me so damn happy and a lil teary eyed bc i watched it all happen and im just :’)) i lov e You a lot . now that being said i fucking hate you for the dumb shit u say about me all the time,, the nerve and audacity are really quite astounding and one day ur gonan realize how mean u are to me
goodbye now u hoes im gonan eat dinner
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markleetrashh · 8 years ago
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Boyfriend Jeno pt.2
Request: BF JENO PART 2 WITH ME IN IT(i mean if you dont wanna add me into it im cool too)
A/N: jsksms happy birthday jeno, i've been dragging this request for so long i finally decided to post it today, but this is so short im sorry ahh
whoop it's this angel's birthday today so i'm blessing y'all with this post!
but idk if this will turn out well though oh my
you might want to check out part 1 here first!
okay without further a do,
let's start!!
okay so 4 months into dating
jeno's still as sweet as ever!!
he still loves showering you with gifts and compliments
and showing affection to you in general
backhugs
poking your cheeks
and random pecks on your forehead and cheeks!!
he loves all of them
literally smiles at the mention of your name
and gets all smiley and happy when someone compliments you
because inside he's all like
"yes that's my girl!!"
"im happy to be with her yes"
"isn't she just perfect!!"
heart eyes everywhere
okay but both of you are so cute together the other members are jealous
especially salty hyuck™
who has something against y'all
but lowkey still ships it
"ew stop hugging here, this isn't some kind of hugging session, we're in the DORM right now"
"it isn't the first time you're seeing us like this though?"
"exactly why"
"someone's in a bad mood today"
"shut up, i'll go tell mark hyung"
"he was the one who suggested y/n come over so-"
"oh god that hyung seriously"
but at times you catch haechan smiling and just giggling at the both of you
and when he's feeling good he'd compliment the both you so
and thanks to jeno, he got you interested/more involved in dancing
he dragged you to the practice room with him once
and taught you how to dance to nct's songs
and some of the sm's seniors' songs
and even choreographed a few for you
so y'all spend at least two times a week in the dance studio
you love stealing his hoodies and pullovers because they're just so soft??
and it smells of peaches and just him in general and you love it
jeno loves it too
so he always makes sure to bring an extra one for you
loves bringing you out on dates
cafes, carnivals and small little walks in the parks
he loves it all
and cherishes every moment
becomes your personal photographer and probably sets it as his lockscreen
he has so many photos of you, he changes his lockscreen almost every week
most of the time he's all sweet and fluffy
except when he gets jealous
he becomes all moody and becomes a small child
pouts a lot and probably tries his best to act tough
but you always notice first so you assure him with a hug and kiss
which softens him all the time
saves your contact name as "mine 💖💖"
sweet texts every morning and day
"have you eaten well?"
"i couldn't sleep well last night, i was thinking of you. i miss you so much :-("
"good morning angel"
probably talks about you to the other members and gets all excited when he does
but only taeyong, doyoung, mark, jaehyun & johnny are willing to listen fully
the rest are all too jealous or end up cringing from all the sweetness
"both of you are so cute!! my children" -taeyong
"im happy for you, jeno ah" -mark
"y/n's really nice! im glad you chose her" -johnny
"hyung is happy that you're happy" -jaehyun
"if any of you need help, you can come to me!!" -doyoung
okay maybe winwin and taeil are willing to listen too
but sometimes they end up screaming
okay back to jeno
probably shows up with a puppy in his hands in front of you one day,
"surprise!!"
"oh my goodness jeno, WHAT IS THIS-"
"i thought you might like it so hehe, i got it for you"
"I LOVE IT, I LOVE YOU JENO IM SJSKD"
"i love you more"
why is he like this
your #1 motivator and supporter
is always there to cheer you on
but his smile itself could boost you up by 2933822% so
because of his good looks and visuals you often feel insecure
and he knows
which is why he always has his hands on you in public to show that you're his
and shows his love to you every day
honestly you're also his main source of happiness too so his main goal everyday is to make you happy
which always succeed and work because how can one not be happy with him?
he's an angel sent from above
please don't sleep on him and start loving him more thanks
i love jeno
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missjackil · 8 years ago
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My Unpopular SPN Opinions  (Pt 1)
Even though I have only been watching SPN for a year, I have rewatched the whole series dozens of times and have formed my own opinions on everything. i have also only been part of the fandom for about 8 months, and noticed many of my opinions are not the popular ones. The most common opinion, that I don’t share with most of you, is  The show was better in the early seasons. I don’t think it was. it was good, dont get me wrong, but it needed to grow and become something different, or it couldnt have lasted. A couple days ago, I was watching the S1 finale, and though it was suspenseful, and melodramatic, I thought “Jeez, how out of place would Cas, Crowley, and Rowena be in these early years?” They wouldn’t have fit at all, and though I don’t like a lot of time being spent on side characters, I do like the elements these characters add to the show. 
Supernatural is very unique. The theme alone means that it can grow in ways that other shows cannot. There are nearly unlimited directions this show can take, or storylines it can explore, and experiment with different platforms and moods, from scary, to funny, heart warming to heart breaking. It blows my mind that the same show that gave us All Hell Breaks Loose, also gave us Changing Channels. Im so glad that the show didn’t stay trapped in a world where Sam and Dean just hunted monsters and didnt take the chance of going big and crazy. Many of you make the claim It was better in the Kripke era! But really, it was Kripke that started all the big and crazy stuff. We went the first 3 seasons being relatively the same thing. Just Sam and Dean, hunting monsters, throwing in a bigger picture, like hunting for Dad, looking for The Colt, looking for the Yellow Eyed Demon and killing him, having concern for Sam’s psychic abilities. When Sam died in All Hell Breaks Loose, this was where the show would change and start growing into big crazy thing it is today. For one, we really started to see the depths in which Sam and Dean love each other. Sam was dead and Dean sold his soul to bring him back.
 This was a little different than when John sold his soul for Dean, in the sense that  we almost expect a parent to be willing to sell their soul for thier child, but a brother for a brother? This took Sam and Dean’s lovingly co-dependent relationship to an irrationally co-dependent relationship and things just escalated from there. Sam spent all of S3 trying to get Dean out of this deal even if it meant he would die instead, and most of us probably didn’t think Dean would actually have to die and go to Hell, surely Sam would be able to save him at the last minute, but nope.... Kripke stepped out of the box, made Dean die and go to Hell and then S4 exloded into the big and crazies. In one single season, 2 monster hunting bros who dealt mainly with folk lore, light religion, and the occasional demon possession, met Angels and got to keep one as a side kick, Dean revealed after 30 yrs of being tortured in Hell, he became a torturer and he liked it, Sam slept with a demon and got addicted to demon blood in hopes to get revenge on the demon who sent Dean to Hell, they find out that not only are they part of God’s Master Plan, but they have a prophet wrting their Gospels and they’re an addition to The Bible, and key in stopping the Apocolypse! Oh, and they have a long lost brother, and Dean sleeps with an Angel, and Sam accidentally raises Lucifer from Hell! 
S5 was no safer, we find out that Sam and Dean are actually the vessels of the great Arch Angel fight between Heaven and Hell, Michael and Lucifer. I was pretty sure neither brother would say yes to being The Vessel, and the Apocolypse would be averted because they boys loved each other too much to do such a thing, but no, Sam said yes, and once again we have a hero die and go to Hell, but he did save the world in the process! Are these the same guys we had in the first 3 seasons? Is this even the same writer we had in the first 3 seasons? Did most of you start complaining in S4 that the show wasnt the same anymore and should have ended in S3? Probably not, or not as many anyway, I loved S4 and 5, but as far as the popular opinion goes that Kripke’s era was more simple, down to earth, just full of fun monster hunts and not all this crazy stuff, you’re just wrong.  A post came up on my dash yesterday about how people fall in love with a show, and then the writers change it completely from what made us love it in the first place, and that after S5 Supernatural went down hill. It had hundreds of thousands of “likes” but it made me think the viewers are oblivious to the fact that Kripke himself changed it in season 4. And this happens to be what I fell in love with. Not the monster hunts. i fell in love with unpredicability, the bravery to take the story far past where anyone thought it would go, and the irrational, psychotic, dangerous (errotic??) co-dependent love Sam and Dean have. All writers that followed kept up with these things. Yes, there were stupid mytharcs... Leviathans for one, and grave mistakes like the unaddressed story of the Lucifer/Sam Hell rape (wont ever forgive Gamble for that but its a rant for another time) but there were some really great stories too. I might be among a very small handful of fans that like what the show has become, much more than how it started, and cant wait to see where else it leads, I LOVE the addition of the Men of Letters, this opened up a whole new road for what can be done with the big picture. Maybe we will get even another big game changer that does the same, but as long as Sam and Dean are there, I may groan and grumble at some episodes, but I will happily continue to watch it indefinitely.  
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californiadreaminghq · 5 years ago
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Oh good, you made it!
Did you guys know Becky was coming? She brought Rosalie Kang, The Fame! And just on time! Grab a drink, find a spot, and make sure you finish everything on the checklist. The band is just getting started – you have 24 hours to send in your account! We’re so glad you’re here!
I. OUT OF THE STUDIO
NAME/ALIAS: Becky
AGE: 21
PRONOUNS: she/her
II. ON STAGE
DESIRED SKELETON: The Fame
NAME: Rosalie Kang
FACE CLAIM: Im Jinah 
AGE: 26
OCCUPATION: Lead singer of The Gemstones
III. INTERVIEW
BUBBLEGUM, BUBBLEGUM, CANDY POP! AN INTERVIEW WITH THE GEMSTONES LEAD SINGER, ROSALIE KANG The young singer talks jobs, travelling and what makes her unique!
The Gemstones aren’t strangers to having their day in the sun. Known for their sweeter-than-sugar pop attitudes, but notorious for their ever-changing roster, and for those that remember, their abrupt rebranding from rock to pop, one of the lone constants remains their lead vocalist, Amethyst, or Rosalie, as she would introduce herself as. It’s almost inconceivable that she was the former front-liner of rock band, Bitch Frenzy, as she sits, legs crossed primly, in the media room of Fusetone with her shimmery little dress and her picture perfect smile; it’s hard to see her as anything but the All-American gemstone sweetheart she is now, and I’m sure that’s the way Fusetone and the band prefer it.
But following that train of thought makes me curious about whether or not she has any lingering regrets, so I ask, “If you could do anything in the world for a living, what would it be?”
“Anything in the world?” She answers, looking genuinely pensive for a moment before it fades. “Well, it would still be this, wouldn’t it? What more could I ask for? The girls in the Gemstones are my family,” she continues, brows furrowing for a moment, a minute drop of her smile, like a wisp of cloud just passing by clear skies. “Being able to work with all of them and share our music with the world is already the best way to make a living. I wouldn’t change anything. Why? Not a fan of our work?” She teases.
“No, not at all,” I backtrack quickly, and truthfully, I am a fan, both pre- and post-rebranding. “But it must get tiring, so I imagine you would like to go on vacation. So, if you could travel anywhere, where would you go?”
“I think I should like to go to New York City,” she muses. “I’ve been a city girl all my life. Put me anywhere other than a city and I don’t think I’d know left from right. Going abroad is probably too big a wish right now, isn’t it?” She asks, looking wistful. “A girl can certainly dream.”
“I’m sure you could go abroad somewhere,” I prompt, trying for an encouraging smile, thinking it may brighten her mood.
Instead, she purses her lips in a nervous frown. “No,” she says with a surprising amount of conviction, shaking her head. “Better stay where I’m safe and sound. Stay home, where it’s familiar, comfortable... Bit of a homebody, me,” she jokes weakly, as if suddenly aware of the heavy tone of her words.
“Okay,” I relent. “What is one thing that makes you different than anyone else?”
“Is it presumptuous to say my voice? I think every singer wants to say their voice makes them different from everyone else.” She grins. “I had my rock days, and now I get to sing pop songs, so I feel like being able to dabble in both genres is pretty unique. Other than that,” she trails off, thinking hard but looking the most relaxed she’s been this whole interview. “Oh,” she exclaims after a beat. “I’m a great whistler; a lot of people say I’m just like a little songbird.”
IV. BACKSTAGE
Here is the retelling of Little Red Riding Hood that is devoid of lies:
The Wolf comes into Little Red’s life wearing a suit and tie, and she ushers him indoors, and he says, “My, my, what big eyes you have. My, my, what a pretty face you have.” 
And she says, “Why thank you sir, but what of my hair? What of my lips? What of my body? Are they good enough to eat?”
The Wolf answers, “Well, yes, they are! But...”
“But what?” asks she.
“But there’s something not quite right,” he says, sitting himself in the living room and thinking quite hard.
“What if I do this?” she asks, changing this way and that. “Or this? Or this?”
“Ah, that’s just right,” he says, and gobbles her right up.
Rosalie is born and raised in the heart of Los Angeles, and is altogether dissimilar and exactly the same as some of her peers from small podunk towns who come to LA to try and become somebody.  Her mother was a singer in her prime, and Rose reads an old interview with her mother. It goes like this: 
INTERVIEWER: You have a daughter now; what do you hope she inherits from you? Well, surely your voice. What sort of wishes do you have for her since it’s her birthday today?
JUHYUN: I hope she doesn’t get my voice.
INTERVIEWER: Why?
JUHYUN: Otherwise she might want to be a singer too one day.
She is dissimilar from her peers in this aspect: she never once experiences the disillusionment after the industry shows its true colors — she is exactly the same in this: she still lets herself get swallowed up.
Despite her mother’s hopes, she does inherit musicality from her, but it sees little more exposure than daily performances by the dinner table, stirring renditions of An Itsy Bitsy Spider. She lives a sheltered if not restricted life for the first portion of her childhood, fiercely sheltered from all aspects of fame. It doesn’t bother her; she hadn’t developed an appetite for it then, content with simply basking in her parents’ love. That changes, though, when her mother passes away on her 19th birthday, and the paparazzi follow her and her father all the way to the memorial. There are more waiting when they arrive, and her father tries to shield her from them as best he can, wrapping an arm around her and lifting his jacket with the other, but the flashes still ingrain themselves on the backs of her eyelids, nauseatingly bright.
It keeps going: the shouting, the flashing, the lens jutting into her space, and like a melancholy ocean churning out tempestuous  waves, her sadness crashes into anger. She springs out of her father’s embrace before he can think to hold her back, and shoves a camera out of her face. The paparazzo advances, and she shoves him too, shattering the camera, yelling some incoherent half sentence, tears flowing, unbidden though they are. Her father comes to his senses and yells at them to back away before redoubling his efforts to see them safely in. By the time the service is over and she leaves the church, the photos are already developed and spreading.
And suddenly it feels as if the world knows who she is.
And she can’t get enough.
She starts Bitch Frenzy soon after, and part of her is in it for the music, because that’s all she has left of her mother, but part of her, deny it though she might, is in it for the fame. For the glitz, and the glamour, and for the taste of her name as it slips off people’s tongues.
Bitch Frenzy is a hit — well, it’s a hit in the sense that people don’t ignore them and don’t hate them, a hit in the sense that they attract the attention of Fusetone. It’s the beginning of the end the moment suited executives come out to see them and to sign them, wolf fangs hiding behind their greasy grins, assuring them that if you sign, the world will know you. She certainly doesn’t know it then, but she certainly can’t say that if she were allowed to do it all over again, knowing what she knows now, she wouldn’t sign on that little dotted line.
She pushes the group into signing, wheedling that this is what they’ve been playing shitty venues for: a platform in which they get to spread their music farther than they could ever dream of reaching by themselves, and one by one, the members agree.
First, it’s small things like makeup and hair, and her members grin and bear it. Then it’s things like dresses and public appearances, and then, and then, and then. It’s a slow overtake of everything that made Bitch Frenzy, well, bitch frenzy, and one day, she wakes up and they’re The Gemstones, and she’s got a little shimmery dress on, surrounded by faces she doesn’t know, and Pearl and Amber are paying life and limb for breaking their contract. Little sacrifices that she’s slowly acclimated to making, hoops she’s all too eager to jump through.
And for what?
Why, for the fame of it all, of course.
There are restrictions on where she goes and who she goes with and how big she smiles and what she says and what she wears, bars and bars and bars on a gilded cage. And yet, she knows, as long as she never strays, people will come to coo over her, to love her, to adore her.
The guilt will be temporary, will die with her, she reasons; the silver screen her image will live on in is forever.
The flashes go off when she leaves her house, and she takes a deep breath and smiles for the cameras.
V. ENCORE
Here’s her pinboard: https://www.pinterest.com/mockmade/songbird/
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