#kidding ily chelsea

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the brazilian gp weekend very succinctly summed up by my best friend:

[anyasmcm]

November 7th - 13th research

Observational research:

This week I went to Printed Matter in Chelsea to do some observational research exclusively relating to words. I wanted to see different type faces, methods of communicating, and see if I could find words in a purely material form. I'm not sure if it was super helpful for where I'm headed with my project, but I did enjoy seeing different fonts and feeling the textures on the covers and pages of books. I'd like to do some active research using different types of paper since I enjoy the material and also want to see if it would be a better fit for my current idea than the beads.

Here were a few of the works that made me think about material, organizing text, fonts, and deceiving the viewer.

Active research:

I ordered a ghillie suit and I decided to take some photos with just the head piece on because I felt like it but also because I wanted to see how it would look and tbh it looks pretty cool:

I agree that they're kinda goofy, but I'm starting to think about possibly just doing a head piece and wearing baggy clothing, like streetwear style clothing.

The reason I'm thinking about just doing a head piece and then wearing baggy clothing kind of flows into my other active research I did this week.

I started to realize that I want my audience to be people my age, and the main form of communication for people my age is texting. Streetwear is also incredibly popular among people my age, so I think the fusion of these two ideas has kind of manifested itself this week in the piece I worked on this week.

I knew I couldn't realistically make a ghillie head piece using beads this week because I'd need a sewing machine and I don't know how to use one (its been a while). I still wanted to create a piece with beads, so I decided to create a set of text messages between 2 people that exclusively uses the following words:

What are you doing (WYD), let me know (LMK), I don't know (IDK), be right back (BRB), right now (RN), I don't care (IDC), laughing my ass off (LMAO), what the fuck (WTF), just kidding (JK), nevermind (NVM), I love you (ILY), love you so much (LYSM), hugs and kisses (XOXO), how about you (HBU), shut the fuck up (STFU), to be honest (TBH), I don't give a fuck (IDGAF), shaking my head (SMH), happy birthday (HBD), I miss you (IMY), talk to you later (TTYL).

The rules I set for myself for this conversation are:

Each word can only be used 2 times, once in it's full length and once in its abbreviation

Only the words above can be used

This created an odd conversation but it's surprisingly cohesive (each little cluster is intended to be a new set of conversation)(labeled person a (a) and person b (b) for easier reading):

a: WYD b: Right now a: LMK b: IDK a: Nevermind b: BRB

a: What are you doing? b: RN a: IDC b: I don’t know a: What the fuck b: Just kidding a: I don’t care b: LMAO a: I don’t give a fuck

b: Happy birthday a: Shut the fuck up b: WTF a: JK b: I miss you a: Hugs and kisses

b: To be honest a: Be right back b: NVM

a: Let me know b: ILY

a: How are you? b: LYSM a: XOXO b: HBU a: STFU b: Laughing my ass off

a: TBH b: IDGAF a: Shaking my head b: Love you so much a: SMH

b: HBD a: I love you b: IMY a: Talk to you later b: TTYL

I wanted to craft this conversation in a way that was somewhat easy to understand, but also gave the vibe that there was more going on behind the scenes, outside of the text messages. I also tried to create a couple inside jokes, such as person a acting like an asshole as a joke and person b doing it as well towards the end of the convo. By hanging this piece on my mirror, its unavoidable that you stare at yourself while reading the messages. Ultimately, these are just letters on beads that form words. However, its the viewer who projects personalities into the conversations and finds meaning in these convos, whether its a blossoming romance or friendship.

Something that really interests me about text conversations is that people do not text when they are together (unless the situation permits it). So what you're left with are these weird gaps where there is clearly a shift in the vibe of the conversation, but as a reader who only sees the texts, we cannot understand what happened between each conversation.

I really enjoyed making this piece, and it made me more excited to try and dive more into studying text messages and the communication that surrounds my generation as well as fuse streetwear with that communication.

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Zapp ad breakdown since you liked the trivago ad breakdown

Is it even a chelsea ad if it doesn't start by a shot showing how tiny mason is compared to kai?

Confirmed: chels boys wouldn't open the door for you but they would push it hard enough to stay open till you pass, better than nothing imo

Kept thinking there was something wrong with how mason and kai looked till it hit me, they are wearing short sleeves!

It feels illegal to be able to see their elbows

Alonso knows what's going to happen, alonso knows everything

The way kai's pose is so awkwardly adorable

My dearest mason, you gotta work on those acting skills love if you intend to appear in the mcu, it's for your own good baby, shooting skills are *chef's kiss* tho

They did my boy dirty, he's definitely getting that shot

Why is Alonso THAT happy? Was he team mason? Why didn't he shoot himself? I guess we'll never know

And the Oscar for Best Actor in a Supporting Role goes to....

Just kidding, you're doing great honey ily

Why does it look like kai is struggling with tech, alonso is trying to help him while being equally clueless, mason being the expert but just laughing at them instead of explaining

"Happy?" Yes kai, I am very happy

About to dedicate a whole blog to mason acting happy/excited

The way his head follows what mason os throwing is further proof that kai was originally a puppy

Ad gave us puppy kai and mason laughing half of the time, that's a win

7/10 for short sleeves and making kai miss that shot

[jiminsproof]

tag game ✨️

gosh so many lovelies tagged me in this one!! you GUYYS!!!! thank you @singingtillthemorn, @seoksao, @blueside-hobi, @joon-rkive, @minieggukie, @wistfulocean, @everysongends !! Sonja, Salma, Kaili, Elle, Kris, Heather, Amal, i hope each and every single one of you is having a lovely day, and i'm sending you a big hug!! loved getting to know more about you from your posts, too!! and i hope i haven't missed anyone's tag shhjgjkldlk

name: Natalia

sign: 🌞 Sagittarius,🌙 Taurus, ⬆️ Virgo

height: 169 cm/ 5'6'' (but listen i used the converter for the second one don't quote me on this)

time: 20:10

birthday: 11th Dec

favorite band/artist: idk how to even make this relatively succinct.......... ok so for kpop it's bangtan, ateez, stray kids, gidle, taemin...... otherwise i also love chelsea wolfe a lot.... dream theater the metal band of my life? royal blood, white lies, muse but also nothing but thieves and des rocs a lot lately...... romantic feelings for meg myers', emma ruth rundle's and agnes obel's music?? but also banks and florence + the machine and aurora and hey i also love men. post malone, hozier, hurts and even crazy stuff like hatari?? and i also have been to 7 riverside concerts and FFSSSSSSSS no

last movie: not a movie but i watched foals concert yesterday oh right i also love foals k word me

last show: does wanteez count?? also planning to start bad buddy tonight i'm so excited!!!!!

when i created this blog: february/march 2022?

what i post: mostly bangtan, but also other k-pop stuff and dramas i'm currently watching. random text posts. i talk

other blogs: @sector1 - my ateez sideblog, @liquidsun-sets - my lit/art blog

do i get asks: yess!! thank you guys!!

followers: 106, ily all <3 (also that's a side note, but i'm really grateful that you guys are always so ready to strike a conversation with me, and i feel like i have spoken with so many of my moots it's crazy!! this blog is really an amazing space for me, and it's all thanks to you - THANK YOUUU BABIES!!!)

average hours of sleep: you never know. workdays it's usually around 6-7 (but also much less to 0 if things to do), my body always wants 10+, my personal record is 15 hours. yes, non-stop. no, i didn't feel bad afterwards. it felt amazing.

instruments: in Polish we say that you can play on sb's nerves, and that's all i got

what i'm wearing: black tank top and black sweatpants

dream job: ?????????????????????? happy

dream trip: florence, italy!! primarily for the uffizi. also need to get to the uk at some point and stay there like a month to see everything i want to see

favourite songs: let's talk ABOUT MY FAVOURITE SONGS RIGHT NOW. so i'm really into ateez comeback. guerrilla, sector 1, and cyberpunk are my faves. phase me by woosung finally got me! trying not to stan the rose now! svt's most recent album is great too, i've been blasting _world and cheers the most as title songs i think. currently on amsterdam by nothing but thieves kick too. and kard's most recent album. wait why there's so many again

anyways. tagging some of my lovely moots, please feel free to ignore, many of you might have already done it too!! wishing you a lovely week ily 💗: @minyoongislaysme, @kirbwoo, @ki-limepie, @shrimpmsg, @starlostjimin, @usertae, @rosegaming117, @hopeonthestreets, @kimchokejin, @sugaggukkie, @feeling-woozi, @jiminieology27, @platypusplayhere. 🌸

[kodzuken]

Omg Chelsea tell me more about this rodeo au pleaseee. Also p.s. you’re amazing and I hope you’re having a relaxing evening (even with stupid anons) 💖💖

MWAH ily

rodeo au is basically born out of me being from alberta, canada, which is Very Western in the south and i was like. wow imagine if buck and eddie were competing champion bronc riders, with buck trying to get back his title at the CFR and eddie is a newcomer out the army who got into bronc riding late in the game but is insanely good at it. and they keep meeting at different rodeos across the country and buck's trying very hard to be mean and rival-ish to him, except eddie is kind and he's good with the horses and oh my god he has a kid. and it's basically my love letter to buddie and rodeo culture and it's named after an orville peck song!! dsfbjnkd

[theycallme-ook-v2]

GOING HOME TO SEE MY KITTY! MY LITTLE KITTY! MY PRECIOUS!! MY BELOVED!! MY PRETYY KITTY!!! GONNA SER HER IN A FEW HOURS!! EEEEE. Sorry if I miss spell things ik in a moving car :]

Anywa here's some more Batman Beyond headcanons :)

Terry alwasy shows up to league meeting extremely early or extremely late. There is no in-between.

Terry actually prefer more like. Lighter shades of colors! Like how the batsuit is like. Black and intense red they'd prefer if the red was a more. Lighter shade.

They have a sort of friendly rivalry with Warhawk. The sort of like. In battle I got ur back but. Any other time I can and will fight you behind a denys.

Barta and Terry being little shits solidarity!! They're like cousins ig hahsksk

Max and Terry are chaotic. They tease and snark at each other bit never in a mean way.

I personally think Max is aromantic!! Shes just. Not interested. I like to think that neogotham is very accepting of lgbtq+ stuff in the future, because honestly canon is dead to me 💗

I think Max decided to stay more or less tech support and stuff for Terry after being on a mission in his place. like!!!! Like ok Terry is Bruce's "assistant " right? And the media definitely would pick up on it because . Terry is generally with Bruce if Bruce goes out in public. So maybe some dumbass thugs are like. Ok kidnap the assistant and hold him ransom for a lot of money!! Now u bring in Max as Batman !! Max beats the shit out of everyone, saves Terry, and in the end figure s out that, honestly this part just isn't for her. She won't mid stepping in if needed but she'd prefer to just stay on the sidelines anf help in other ways!!! Also u know this queen has total access to the batcomputer because Bruce cannot keep her out!!

Ok that last one was kinda long so here some short ones!!

Dana and Terry try to study together at least once a week, and pkay rock paper scissors to determine which person gets to decide where they study

In school Dana is more likely to beat u up than Terry is lmao

Max , Dana, qnd Chelsea have girls night out every other week

Max' cat is named Empress.

Selina Kyle can and will show up at the manor randomly and talk shit about Bruce with Terry (listen i need this. Selina is a great character and I love her . Also Terry literally stole the batsuit they would get along great with Selina)

Ok that's it for now!!!! ILY SM MWAH MWAH I KNOW I HAVENT TALKED MUCH RECENTLY BUT ILY UR SO COOL AND AMAZING NEVER FORGET THAT!!💞💞💞💞💞

BRO yes to all of this!! I share so many of these hcs istg ur reading my mind or something;)

By virtue of Ter and Rex both being JL founder kids, I think of them as chaotic cousins. Rex tries to be responsible, Ter tries to annoy him, and Barda is the cool aunt who is no longer trusted by Clark to watch over them :))

And as for all ur other hcs plz know that i love them even though I don't comment on them❤❤❤ esp the Max ones got me😍

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cloud ten.

you’re my first and last.

pairing: kim taehyung x reader | jeon jungkook x reader genre: angst, fluff type: soulmate au word count: 11,929 words warnings: none playlist: death by a thousand cuts (taylor swift) ⋆ you were good to me (jeremy zucker & chelsea cutter) ⋆ salvation (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ time lapse (taeyeon) ⋆ two (sleeping at last) ⋆ my first and last (nct dream) author’s note: sike you thought this blog was dead? i’m here to drop my biyearly update. shout out to t swift’s lover album for giving me motivation to finish this and thank you @nochanchu for listening to all my rambles ily mel ♡

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 AGE FOUR.

At only four years old, life was simple. Your favorite question comprised of three words: “What’s for dinner?”, and your biggest worry was being able to claim your favorite heels and purse that were both much too big for you during dress-up time at preschool. And the so-called disease labelled “cooties” that girls your age screamed every time they saw you and Jungkook playing together at the swings was something you did not care about. Jungkook liked superheroes, and so did you, and that was all that mattered in terms of forming friendships for you.

At only four years old, a girl in class informed you that girls and boys who were friends meant they were boyfriend and girlfriend. You didn’t know what that meant. So she asked you if you loved Jungkook, and you didn’t know what that meant either. She said that it meant that you wanted to kiss him the way Cinderella and Prince Charming kissed. You and Jungkook were curious, and that was how your first kiss happened inside the large, multicolored, plastic rocket that stood in the corner of the playground area. Jungkook’s lips were red and slightly chapped, and you did not like the kiss very much, so you guessed that meant you did not love Jungkook.

At only four years old, you didn’t quite understand what love was yet, but all you knew was that your stomach did funny flip flops whenever you were in the presence of a certain six year old who lived next door named Kim Taehyung. You liked the way his eyes always sparkled like the pretty stars in the sky and how he always saved his grape flavored fruit snacks for you because he knew they were your favorite. His lips looked pink and soft, and maybe, just maybe, you might be okay with kissing him the way Cinderella and Prince Charming kissed.

At only four years old, you learn about the soulmate system.

It was an ordinary afternoon when the newfound concept of soulmates is introduced to you. You and Jungkook had walked home together with Taehyung from school and are now sitting on the couch, munching on fruit snacks and juice in front of the television set. But the show playing on the screen is long forgotten, and you are wide eyed, soaking up every single word that came out of Taehyung's mouth. Said boy speaks in hushed whispers as if he is revealing top secret information, but punctuates every sentence with wild hand gestures.

"You see the cool gold tattoos that our parents all have? That's 'cause they're soulmates!"

"They're all soulmates together?" Jungkook scrunches his nose as he frowns in confusion, and you tilt your head in agreement, mouth still preoccupied with the straw puncturing your apple juice box.

"No, silly! Your mommy and daddy are soulmates to each other," Taehyung points at Jungkook before continuing, "And _______'s parents are soulmates to each other."

"How do you know that?" you pipe up, looking at the older boy with your interest piqued.

"They all have gold tattoos. I heard some big kids talking about how they only turn gold when you meet your soulmate." Tae explains importantly, "And you get your tattoo when you're older!"

“How much older?”

“Eighteen!”

You scrunch up your nose in disgust. “That’s old.”

"What happens if you don't like your soulmate?" Jungkook asks, staring at Taehyung with anticipation, his fruit snacks now abandoned on the cushion next to him.

"Why wouldn't you like your soulmate?" you interrupt, perplexed as you squeezed the now empty juice box in your hands, before Taehyung could answer. "You and your soulmate are perfect together."

"Well, who do you want to be your soulmate?" Jungkook points his stare at you now, and your cheeks turn rosy as you avoided his gaze.

"Um..." You peek over at Taehyung, who gives you a toothy grin, and your face becomes an even darker shade of crimson as your stomach begins to fill with butterflies again. "... Taetae?"

Jungkook's impossibly large doe eyes widen even more at your answer in surprise, and Taehyung beams happily, his eyes rivaling the crescent moon. The butterflies multiply in your tummy as he plops down on couch next to you and grabs your hand innocently.

"I want you to be my soulmate, too!"

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AGE FIVE.

As kids, your attention span was smaller than a goldfish, and the topic of soulmates did not come up again until the following year. Taehyung burst through the front door of your home and skids his way into kitchen. Being older than you and Jungkook, his school day would last longer than yours now, a fact he often complained about. Jungkook suggested Taehyung move down to your and his grade, but Taehyung’s mother said no and the boy sulked for the rest of the day.

You and Jungkook are quietly settled at the table, drawing pictures of your respective families that are needed for class tomorrow. Your teacher announced that the following day would be Parents’ Day in which one or both of your parents will come in. You will show them around your classroom and give them your drawing as a present. And most importantly, there will be cake and juice.

Taehyung peers down at your drawing with slight interest before plopping himself down in one of the empty chairs and grabbing a chocolate chip cookie from the center of the table for himself.

“Today, I got to see my teacher’s tattoo change,” he announces loudly, munching on his snack.

Your curiosity piqued, you look up at Taehyung, all thoughts of finishing your drawing flying out the window. Jungkook carefully finishes the family member he is working on before capping his marker and placing it down, his eyes inquisitively trailed on Taehyung now.

“What was it like?” you ask eagerly, bouncing in your seat as Jungkook stares at Taehyung, impatiently waiting for his answer as well.

“Well,” Taehyung starts, his voice hushed as if he is divulging an important secret. And in a way, he is. “Miss Kang was helping me add numbers together and then the new fourth grade teacher, Mister Jung walked into the classroom on accident. I think he got lost, but when Miss Kang saw him, her tattoo started getting all shiny! She showed it to us before and it was a boring black, but I saw it start to shine! It was like glitter!”

“What happened next?” you ask, eyes round in anticipation, as Taehyung slowly takes another large bite of his cookie.

“I touched her tattoo and told her it was glowing! And we stared at it until it turned all gold!” Taehyung says enthusiastically, crumbs spraying everywhere. “And Mister Jung’s tattoo was gold, too, and he asked Miss Kang out for… oh, what’s that drink grown-ups always have? The one that your mom says makes you short?”

“Coffee!” you supply, and Taehyung nods at you fervently, “Yeah, that one!”

“Coffee is gross,” Jungkook quietly says, scrunching his nose. “He should get her milk.”

“Yeah,” you agree, frowning a little now. “Or apple juice. I hope my soulmate likes apple juice.”

“I like apple juice!” Taehyung exclaims, grinning at you, a smudge of crumbs and melted chocolate on his cheek. You smile back at him happily. Jungkook observes the two of you quietly, eyes flitting back and forth between you and Taehyung.

Apple juice is good. But he still likes milk better.

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AGE SIX.

In a make-believe world fueled by your mind and Jungkook’s, you become superheroes, race car drivers, astronauts, dragons and knights—because you refuse to sit in the treehouse like some prissy princess. It’s much more fun to pretend to be a dragon and chase Jungkook the knight with your fire breathing skills, conjured up with bits of orange and yellow construction paper and a sprinkle of imagination.

You are in the midst of another game of pretend when Taehyung stops by, waving around one of those twenty-four pack of markers that every kid on the block envies. “_______! Kookie! Want to try out the new markers I got?”

Game now forgotten, you and Jungkook hurriedly stumble over to Taehyung, following him back to his house where he haphazardly spread the markers across the kitchen table. The three of you settle down with sheets of paper and markers of your favorite colors, happily scribbling across the blank canvases. Engrossed in your art, none of you hear the front door open, and Taehyung’s older brother and his friend entered into the kitchen.

“Jinnie! Was basketball fun? Are you on the team?” Taehyung bounces in his seat, his attention focused fully on his brother. Seokjin grins as he opens the refrigerator door for some milk. Yoongi stands next to him quietly, but a proud smile adorns his face.

“Yeah, I made it onto Yoongi’s team! We have a game in two weeks, and coach said I can play shooting guard!” Seokjin exclaims, beaming, and an identical smile is found on Taehyung’s face. “Maybe mom can take _______ and Kookie, too, if they want to watch?”

“Yes! I wanna watch the game, too!” You nod fervently, and Jungkook echoes your agreement.

“Let’s make a banner for their team!” Taehyung suggests, and the three of you busy yourselves with making a brightly multicolored sign that might even put actual rainbows to shame.

Yoongi quietly observes how Taehyung carefully passes markers between him and you as Jungkook silently and slowly works on his corner of the banner. Seokjin and Yoongi slip away from the kitchen wordlessly, leaving you three alone.

“You think they’re soulmates?” Yoongi asks, nudging his friend as they make their way up to Seokjin’s room.

“Who? Tae and _______? Or _______ and Kookie?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Either one.”

“Maybe. Who knows?”

“If they are, it’s gonna suck for one of them.”

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AGE SEVEN.

“This is Jiminnie! He’s in my class, and he just moved here.”

Taehyung introduces you and Jungkook to his new friend, a chubby cheeked boy with nicely combed black hair. Jungkook hides behind you, peeking out and carefully scrutinizing the newcomer. Jimin shyly waves at the two of you, and you do the same cheerfully.

“We’re gonna go ride our bikes to the park. See you later!” Taehyung pulls Jimin away with him, leaving you and Jungkook standing in your front yard. You stare at them riding off wistfully. Their bikes don’t have training wheels anymore. Maybe you can ask your mom to take those off later. You are a big girl now, too, right? Maybe Taehyung will let you play with him and Jimin if you can ride your bike without training wheels, too.

“I’m gonna take the training wheels off my bike,” you announce, and Jungkook frowns, furrowing his eyebrows.

“That’s dangerous! You can’t do that.”

 “But Tae doesn’t have training wheels,” you points out before Jungkook tugs at your sleeve.

“Because he’s a big kid and he and Jimin are playing big kid games. Let’s play Mario Kart. We don’t have to take turns because Tae isn’t here.”

You follow after him to his house, sulking. “Does this mean he’s not gonna play with us anymore?”

Jungkook scrunches up his nose. “I don’t know. But we’ll have fun! C’mon, let’s play before you have to go home for dinner.”

“Okay…” You trail behind him, looking over your shoulder once more in the direction of the park.

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AGE EIGHT.

You stand at the base of the tallest tree in your neighborhood, craning your neck to see the highest branches above your head, as Lisa and Rosé huddle together nearby. Lisa had climbed up a few of the branches earlier before quickly clambering down. Yugyeom and Jaehyun are already sitting on some of the branches, calling for Jungkook to climb up with them.

“C’mon, Jungkook! Race you to the top! Winner gets a whole carton of chocolate ice cream!” says Jaehyun. In a flash, Jungkook nimbly makes his way up the tree, rapidly reaching the other two boys.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you too want the ice cream, but the thought of climbing up all those branches makes you shudder. Your stomach wins over your mind however, and you start the ascent mere seconds later.

“Be careful, _______!”  Rosé cries out, but you rise even higher than the three boys, who watch you in awe. Finally, you are perched precariously on the top branch, grinning down widely, as the other two girls now cheer for you.

“_______ gets the ice cream.” Jungkook shrugs, sliding down from his seat and beginning his descent. Jaehyun and Yugyeom mumble in agreement as they start to get down as well. The smile on your face that might as well be the spitting image of the Cheshire cat’s now dims when you see how far you really are from the ground. Hastily, you wrap your arms around the trunk of the tree, clutching on for dear life.

“C’mon, _______, let’s go get ice cream,” says Yugyeom as all five of your friends waited at the bottom, looking up at you.

“I can’t! I don’t think I can get down.” Your bottom lip quivers slightly, but you keep the tears at bay.

“Should we get an adult?” Lisa pipes up.

“No! We’re gonna get in trouble for climbing.” Others chime in agreement, and you almost regret climbing up here, but the prospect of getting ice cream still shines in your mind. You tighten your grip around the tree, clinging to it.

“What’re you doing?” A familiar voice is heard, and soon, Taehyung stands under the tree with Jimin in tow.

“_______’s stuck!” exclaims Lisa as the others point up to where you sat, trembling. Taehyung and Jimin both look up at the same time, eyes widening when they see your tiny figure at the top. You try to give them a brave smile and a wave, but you quickly put your arm around the trunk again. In a flash, Taehyung clambers up to where you were.

“I’m gonna climb down first, but you follow after me, okay? I’ll show you where to put your foot to get down,” he instructs you, and you nod. He stretches down, finding his footing, and settles on a lower branch. You try to mimic him, foot dangling down, and you tremble slightly.

“Almost there!” he cheers, and you find the right footing before carefully moving down and sitting next to him. He beams at you, and you smile back at him, relieved. The two of you follow the same pattern until you finally reach the ground to your utmost relief.

The two of you split the ice cream.

After all, he reached the top, too.

And you don’t mind, of course.

It’s Tae after all.

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AGE NINE.

You and Jungkook are sprawled outside on your front porch, a pile of board games stacked haphazardly next to you. The game of “Sorry!” spread out in front of you barely piques your interest as you keep glancing out towards the yard. Jungkook grows tired of reminding you to roll the dice every time it was your turn, huffing loudly in annoyance.

“What are you looking at?”

You whip your head back towards the game, automatically reaching for the dice. “Nothing.”

He scoffs, “It’s my turn. Pay attention, dummy.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Then why didn’t you go already, dummy?”

“It’s no fun when you’re not paying attention,” he complains before throwing the dice and eyeing the large red construction paper next to you. “Stop looking for Tae.”

Your face immediately feels warm before you screech out, “I’m not!”

“Hi, _______!” Taehyung’s voice rings out and you quickly turn to see him standing at the edge of the front lawn. Hurriedly, you scramble up and pick up the crimson paper beside you. Rushing down the front steps, you skid to a stop in front of the surprised boy and thrust the valentine into his hand.

“This is for you!” you manage to stammer out, digging the toe of your shoe into the dirt anxiously, as you clasp your hands together behind your back. He grins widely, eyes forming miniature moon crescents and sparkling as they always do like the stars in the night sky. He gazes at the brightly decorated card with delight, and perhaps, your little heart speeds up a tiny bit.

“Thank you!” He digs around his pocket before pulling out a purple wrapped lollipop. “I got this for you, too. It’s grape flavored!”

Nine-year-old you nearly swoons, and that was the moment when you knew you wanted Taehyung to be your valentine every year after that.

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AGE TEN.

“Hey.”

Jungkook pokes your shoulder harshly. Both your parents had finally agreed to let you both have a sleepover in his treehouse, so the two of you lay side by side in sleeping bags, surrounded by an abundance of snacks and several stuffed animals.

You roll over to face him, poking him back with just as much force. “What?”

“Do you…” he hesitates before continuing, “Do you believe in love?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately, hugging your pillow to your chest.

“But… you know Jin and his girlfriend?” he asks, and you hum in acknowledgment. “What happens if they find out they’re not soulmates? But they love each other?”

You stop fiddling with the zipper on your sleeping bag. “Well… if they love each other, then why wouldn’t they stay together?”

“But they’re not soulmates.”

“Does it matter? They’re in love.”

Jungkook sits up, wide eyed. “Wouldn’t you love your soulmate? When you meet them, you fall in love.”

“But do you stop loving your girlfriend then if she’s not your soulmate?”

“Well… a soulmate bond is stronger than that,” he says confidently.

“Huh,” you mull over his words before a sly grin spreads across your face. “Does this have to do with the new girl in our class? Is little Kookie in love? Does he want her to be his soulmate?”

“Shut up!” His face turns red before he throws his pillow at you. Laughing, you toss it back at him, hitting him square in the chest. He falls back onto his sleeping bag, glaring at you.

“I feel bad for whoever’s gonna be your soulmate.”

“Right back at you, Kook.”

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AGE ELEVEN.

At age of eleven, you experience your first heartbreak. It’s funny how a boy can break your heart when he never knew he held it to begin with. You didn’t even realize that’s what heartbreak is until that moment. All you knew is that you didn’t want to see him holding her hand anymore.

“Hey, _______! Jungkook!”

You and Jungkook stop in your tracks and turned to see Taehyung waving excitedly at the two of you. Your eyes immediately drop to where his hand is being tightly interlocked with a very pretty girl’s. When he halts in front of you, you can feel Jungkook nudging your arm subtly.

“H-hey, Tae,” you manage to mumble out.

“I just wanted you to meet my girlfriend!” he says proudly, and the girl smiles at you shyly, introducing herself. The two of them continue speaking to you and Jungkook, but you can’t for the life of you pay attention. She is simply too pretty, too nice, too perfect, and you want to throw up.

“I-I need to go—stomachache.” You dash up the block and up the walkway to your house, fumbling with the keys before letting yourself in. Jungkook is startled, only staring at your retreating figure, before turning to face the surprised couple. “I’m gonna go check on her. Nice to meet you.”

“I hope she’s okay,” Taehyung says, concerned, and Jungkook almost found himself glaring at the older boy. “Yeah, me too.”

Jungkook quickly departs, letting himself into your house. He makes a beeline to your room where you are curled up in the center of your bed. Clearing his throat, he awkwardly stands in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, uh, I can beat him for you?”

You let out a strangled laugh, sitting upright. “No, it’s okay. Just… pretty dumb of me to have a stupid crush on him all this time, huh? What was I thinking?”

Jungkook shuffles over and sits on the edge of your bed. “You’re not dumb. Taehyung’s the dumb one. And if you ever tell anyone I said this, I will eat all of your Hot Cheetos stash, but… he doesn’t deserve you anyway. My best friend deserves someone who isn’t dumb.”

You smile gratefully at him. “Thanks, Kook.”

“Anytime.”

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AGE TWELVE.

“So you… broke up with him?”

“Yeah.”

You sit cross legged on your bed, idly twirling your pen in hand, as you continue to work on your science homework. Jungkook stares at you, mouth agape and math worksheets abandoned. You and Minghao agreed the two of you were better off as friends, and that was that.

“But why?”

“I just…” you shrug, tossing the pen onto the comforter and leaning back onto the palm of your hands. “I didn’t like him that way. I thought I did, but when I was with him, I don’t know, it felt like hanging out with a friend. What about you and Eunbi?”

“Oh. We broke up a week ago,” he mutters, fiddling with the edge of the sweater sleeve.

“What? I thought you liked her! You liked her since last year!”

“She didn’t feel like my soulmate.”

“Soulmate?” you repeat incredulously. “We literally just got our first boyfriend and girlfriends, and you’re already thinking of soulmates?”

“Well, you broke up with your first boyfriend, too,” he fires back.

“Yeah, because I didn’t like him that way,” you explain slowly, “But you just broke up with her because you didn’t think she was your soulmate? How can you even tell who your soulmate is?”

“I’ll know!” he exclaims defensively before smirking and leaning forward, “Just like how you know Taehyung is your soulmate.”

Your face flushes, and you scowl at him. “He is not my soulmate.”

“But you want him to be,” he teases you, and you throw a discarded crumpled paper at him. He easily dodges you much to your disdain. “Well, you didn’t deny it.”

Your voice is quiet when you finally answer him.

“He doesn’t like me like that.”

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AGE THIRTEEN.

At the age of thirteen, you discover red tattoos. No one had told you anything about them before, and you didn’t even know they existed until Yoongi showed up at Jin and Taehyung’s house with one. While Jin was ecstatic about the discovery of his own tattoo and his girlfriend’s turning a pretty shade of matching gold a few months earlier, the same could not be said for his friend.

When Jin quickly pushes Yoongi past everyone with prying eyes and up to his room, you hear faint mumblings from the smaller teenager about not wanting to go home just yet. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook had begun to shout happy birthday, which quickly dies down when the two older boys brush past them, ignoring the drooping birthday banner entirely. You are the only one to see the new glaring tattoo on Yoongi’s wrist. You recognize the name as belonging to a very kind upperclassman who had graduated from your middle school a couple years ago. But what you don’t understand was the color of the tattoo.

It is crimson.

When you go home that day, you ask your parents during dinner why a tattoo would be scarlet. Your parents exchange indiscernible looks before your mom quietly answers your question.

“Your tattoo turns red when you meet your soulmate... but their soulmate isn’t you.”

At only thirteen years old, you learn that the soulmate system isn’t fair.

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AGE FOURTEEN.

After encouraging Jungkook to try out for football and finding out he made the team, you no longer had a walking buddy to go home with. When Taehyung found out about this, he had taken it upon himself to designate himself as your new walking buddy. And every day, without fail, he greeted you at your locker, and the two of you started the journey back home.

You were halfway to your houses when Taehyung halted in his tracks, dropping his backpack on the ground and unzipping it before rummaging through its contents. You patiently wait for him a few steps ahead, gazing at the pretty flowers blooming alongside the road.

You hear him close his backpack and make his way towards you once more. “Hey, can you hold this for me real quick?”

You outstretch your hand, paying no mind to whatever it is, when he nimbly slides his fingers through yours and squeezes your hand gently. His hand is large and warm, enveloping yours completely in a way that makes you feel safe instantly. Eyes widening, you stare down at your intertwined hands, mouth agape.

“I—we’re holding hands,” you manage to stammer out, and he smiles at you, albeit nervously.

“Is that okay? Sorry, I should have asked first and—”

“No, it’s okay, I like yo—I mean, I like it.”

There’s an ear splitting grin across his face now as his eyes sparkle like the stars. “Were you about to say you like me?”

“W-well, I—”

Stammering, you start to back away, but Taehyung tugs you towards him. Your face can rival a tomato at this point, but all you can focus on is how close his face is to yours. You can count nearly every single one of his long dark lashes framing his pretty eyes, and you so badly want to kiss the little mole on the tip of his nose. He gently places a kiss to your cheek, and your heart nearly implodes.

“I like you, too.”

You don’t think it’s possible to feel any happier than you did that day.

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AGE FIFTEEN.

Jungkook lounges around on your bed as you pace back and forth in front of him in your heels. Taehyung is taking you to junior prom, and you had spent months, searching for the perfect dress, and even had Jisoo and Joy come and do your makeup and hair.

“Calm down. You look fine.” Jungkook says, looking up from his phone.

“What if I trip and fall down the stairs? What if I spill food? Oh god, what if I step on his foot during the dance?”

“_______, listen to me.” Jungkook stands up in front of you. “I’m one hundred percent sure that if you trip and fall, Taehyung will help you up. If you drop your food, he’d get you a new plate. If you step on his foot, he’ll still love you.”

“We, uh, we’ve never really said the L-word yet,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“_______, he’s whipped,” your best friend deadpans. “Trust me, he’s in love with you.”

When Taehyung knocks on the door to pick you up, your father sets him with a steely look before letting him in. He waits anxiously for you with your corsage in his hands. And when you descend down the steps, he is absolutely enamored. He nearly drops the flowers and stumbles over his words as he tells you that you look beautiful. He shakily slides the corsage onto your wrist, and your mother refuses to let the two of you go without taking a dozen or so pictures.

He drives the two of you to the dance, hand clutching yours the entire time. The two of you loudly sing along to every love song on the radio, and he presses your hand to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss, at every red light.

When the two of you are at the dance, he pulls you closer for every slow song. At some point, you pass by Jimin, and he winks at you before whisking off his date. The paper decorations and crinkling stars spin around gently overhead as the blue lights are dimmed, and Taehyung softly sings along to the ballad to you. You rest your head on his shoulder, swaying along to his voice.

“Sunshine,” he murmurs, and you raise your head to look up at him. His hair is ruffled, and there’s the softest expression on his face as his eyes shine. He leans down and captures your mouth against his. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, a hazy smile playing on his lips.

“I love you.”

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AGE SIXTEEN.

Taehyung knocks on your window at 11:55 p.m. and you carefully open it, scared of waking up your parents. He crawls in before pulling you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into the cozy sweater he is wearing.

“Five more minutes until your birthday,” you murmur, and he squeezes you to his chest even tighter. You can hear his heart thudding so quickly, and you imagine yours is the same.

“I wish time would stop. I want it so badly to be your name,” he whispers, and your heart almost stops. “If it’s not yours…”

He can’t bring himself finish the sentence, and you tilt your face towards him to kiss him gently. When you pull away, he laughs softly, leaning down and giving you one more kiss.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to ever stop loving you even if it’s not your name, sunshine. Your laughter, your smile, your very being, I don’t know if I can live without you.”

When midnight comes, you and Taehyung stare at the black ink now permanently found on his wrist: your name in pretty cursive. He embraces you, laughing breathlessly, as he can’t tear his eyes away from the new marks on his skin. He tenderly traces his finger across your cheek before cupping your chin and leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. His eyes hold all the stars in them as he stares into yours with the loveliest gaze.

“It’s you. It’s always been you. You’re my first and last.”

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AGE SEVENTEEN.

It is the day before Jungkook’s birthday, and you know he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. He texts you nonstop the moment he wakes up, asking you if you think the new pretty transfer student could be his soulmate or maybe the girl who sits three seats behind him in AP Physics. Or perhaps, his soulmate lives on a different continent and in that case, how is he supposed to meet her then? You reassure him about all his worries, and he continues to message you about the various scenarios he’s conjured up in his mind about how they will meet and how he’ll ask her out.

Your phone buzzes nonstop up until midnight.

And then it’s radio silence.

He leaves your text message unanswered when you ask him who she is. You are left wondering the entire night. Perhaps, it’s someone he doesn’t like. Maybe she already has a soulmate. What if he didn’t get a tattoo?

He continues to evade you at school and everywhere else. His friends prove to be no help, and when his mother can only offer you an apologetic smile when you visit his house for the nth time this month, you finally give up.

Losing your best friend hurts more than you can ever imagine.

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AGE EIGHTEEN.

Today is the day.

Today was not just any Friday or your regular school day. It was The Day. You had woken up earlier than usual, giddier than usual, as you went through your morning routine and set off for school. Classes felt as if they went in slow motion; you were more preoccupied with watching the hands of the clock tick tock around and around in circles until it reached 3 p.m. Your friends all gave you shouts of encouragement, and you waved at them before rushing home.

You tried to concentrate on your homework and managed to do the bare minimum needed. Dinner was a rushed affair, and your parents exchanged knowing looks.

After all, today was the last day without a tattoo.

When midnight appears, you will finally have the name of your soulmate written upon your skin.

You are pacing back and forth in your room, impatiently waiting for the last few hours to trickle by, when the doorbell is heard throughout the house. You hear your father opening the door before the sound of footsteps are pattering up the stairs.

“How have you been, sunshine?”

Eyes widening and heart nearly stopping in your chest, you immediately turn your attention to the figure leaning against the doorway. Taehyung widely smiles back at you, and you immediately rush into his embrace, burying your face in the space between his neck and shoulder.

“I’ve missed you!” you manage to mumble out despite pressing your face into his shirt, inhaling as you are hit with the familiar faint scent of strawberries, pine, and home. His laugh vibrates through his chest, and he presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you, too. I tried to take the earliest train after my last class to come here, but I’m a little late, sorry. But I made it! Oh, and here! I got you these.”

He presents to you a lovely bouquet of sunflowers, lavenders, and baby’s breath. “The flower shop lady helped me pick them out, and I even learned the meanings of each one.”

“They’re gorgeous,” you breathe out, carefully taking them into your hands. “Thank you so much, Tae.”

He grins sheepishly. “Anything for you.”

When the two of you finish getting a vase and arranging the flowers to stand on your desk, you and Taehyung are curled up together on your bed. You lean your head on his shoulder, still admiring the flowers.

“What do they each mean?”

“The sunflowers are for loyalty and happiness,” he starts, taking your hand into his gently. “The lavenders are for devotion.” He then intertwines his fingers and yours tightly. “And the little white flowers are for long lasting love.” He carefully tugs your hand up, placing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

He flips your hand over to reveal the blank canvas on your wrist. Carefully, he traces his name on the empty expanse of your wrist with a soft smile making its way across his lips. “Are you excited?”

“Yes.” You reach out to grab his other hand and lovingly trace the familiar letters etched on his wrist. “I still can’t believe you have my name.”

You line your arm up next to his. “And in a few moments, I’ll finally have yours.”

He nuzzles his nose in your hair before you lean up and place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. He laughs, giddy at the mere thought, before excitedly giving you a proper kiss.

A fleeting feeling of warmth spreads across your wrist, and the two of you finally part, dizzily smiling at each other, before gazing at your new tattoo. Suddenly, it feels like someone has dumped an entire bucket of ice water on you. Your blood runs cold, your heart stops, and the mismatched colors start to blur as the tears begin to cluster.

Rather than matching gold on your wrists, the taunting colors of ebony and crimson glare back at you.Your name, now in red, is branded harshly on Taehyung’s skin.

And there, permanently stamped on your own wrist, are unapologetically bolded letters in black.

Jeon Jungkook.

You blink away the tears, staring at the name in horror. Immediately, you begin scrubbing away at your wrist, shades of red blooming on your skin, as you try to scratch the name off. Taehyung covers your wrist with his hand, grabbing your hands with his other.

“Please stop,” he says softly, “you’re hurting yourself.”

“No! I don’t—I don’t understand!” Your voice cracks before it rises in volume. “This isn’t right! This is a mistake! This is wrong! They gave me the wrong name!”

The sound of rushing footsteps is unheard over your cries, but your parents soon crowd into the room. “W-what’s going on?”

Hysterical, you wave your wrist wildly in their direction before clawing at the black script in despair. “This is the wrong name! This isn’t Tae’s name! Why isn’t it Tae’s name?”

You collapse on your bed, tears pouring freely down your cheeks, as your parents finally see the tattoos of red and black adorning his and your wrists. Taehyung gently gathers you in his arms, and your hands desperately clutch onto the front of his shirt as you bury your face into his chest. Numb, you can barely register the feeling of wetness on the crown of your head as he embraces you tightly and cries with you.

At the age of eighteen, you experience heartbreak for a second time.

At only eighteen years old, you learn that the soulmate system is cruel.

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Your birthday is not a celebration, but rather, a farewell.

Saturday is dreary with gray clouds hanging overhead. Stray pieces of newspaper are scattered by the wind, flapping around aimlessly. Save for a few other people far from earshot, you and Taehyung are alone on the train platform in the early morning.

“Sunshine...” he begins before swallowing hard. “_______, I don’t think we should be together anymore.”

You freeze, staring at the train tracks in front of you. They run parallel, stretching on for miles, never touching.

“_______?”

“You don’t mean that,” you say at last, voice barely above a whisper.

“We don’t belong together,” he says quietly. He reaches out for your hand before stopping himself, retracting his hand slowly. “You don’t belong with me.”

You grab his hand and hold on tightly. “Stop saying that. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“_______... I’m not your soulmate.” His voice breaks, and he finally turns to you, cupping your chin gently with his hand. His gaze is soft, but resolute. “Your soulmate isn’t me. I can’t make you as happy as your soulmate can. You were made for me, but I wasn’t made for you.”

“Tae...”

He leans down, and his lips touch yours tenderly, before he pulls away. His eyes still glimmer like all the stars. Stars always shine the brightest before they extinguish. He smiles wistfully, caressing your cheek softly, before hugging you tightly. “Thank you for making me so happy. Even if it’s not with me, I want you to find happiness, too. I want you to have the love you deserve.

Thank you for loving me. You’re my first and last.”

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Taehyung doesn’t return any of your calls. You simply receive radio silence from him from there on out. And you tried reaching him on nearly every single mode of social media possible. His parents offered no help either, merely polite answers and avoidance of mentioning their son. Jin is sympathetic, but you hit a wall with him as well.

Your friends had said nothing since two Sundays ago during your birthday party. They had made no mention of your new ink after they noticed it covered by several large bracelets and hair ties. The only acknowledgment from them were well wishes of happy birthday and thoughtfully chosen presents. They comfort you, exchanging words of condolence and sharing tubs of your favorite ice cream, when you finally told them about the red tattoo, but left out the name of your soulmate.

At school, you remain quiet, barely participating in conversations. Rosé looks at you worriedly as you push back and forth the vegetables on your lunch tray absentmindedly.

“_______, are you feeling okay?” She gently pries, and you smile tiredly at her.

“I’m fine, really, I—” you cut yourself off, spotting a familiar figure disappearing out the cafeteria door. “Hold on.”

You jump out of your seat, leaving your friends bewildered, as you rush towards the same entrance, pushing your way out into the hallway.

“Jungkook!”

Your voice rings out, bouncing against the walls, and the boy stops temporarily before speeding up. You run down the hallway now, hand reaching out until your fingers wrap around his arm. He finally turns to look at you for the first time in months, and when his eyes meet yours, the tingling feeling of warmth begins to make its way across your wrist.

You rapidly shove up the sleeve of your sweater, now staring at the glowing, glittering letters of gold stretched across your skin. You only faintly register the gasp from Jungkook when he recognizes his own name before he exposes his own wrist, your name emblazoned in the identical color.

“You... you’re my soulmate,” he whispers, gazing at the shimmering names, almost entrances. He reaches out to touch his name, but you jerk your arm away, covering it up with your sweater once more.

“This isn’t—this isn’t right,” you start to back away and turn away. “It’s supposed to be red.”

“Red? You wanted a red tattoo?” Jungkook grabs your hand and stares at you incredulously.

“God, Jungkook, you ruined everything!” You yank away your hand and start to storm off down the hallway, but Jungkook refuses to let you get the last word, calling out from behind you.

“Are you kidding me? I ruined everything? I didn’t choose to be your soulmate!”

You whirl around on your heel, fiercely looking him in the eye. “No, Jungkook. Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you tell me you had my name instead of avoiding me like the plague? What the hell is wrong with you? You refused to talk to me at all and now you just expect me to accept this?”

“Because I thought my tattoo would be red!” he explodes, “Because I’ve been waiting for my soulmate my whole life, and then I saw it was you. I thought you and Tae are soulmates, so mine would be red. Why would you want a red tattoo?”

“Because this is a mistake!” you burst out. “It’s supposed to be Tae! I thought if this turned red, that meant the whole thing would be a mistake, that it’d be okay that Tae’s tattoo is red because both of ours would be the same color!”

“The universe doesn’t make mistakes!”

 “Then what is this?” You bare your wrist at him, the sparkling letters making him wince. “We’re not even in love!”

“A lot of soulmates didn’t know each other and weren’t in love when they got their tattoos!”

“Well, we’ve known each other forever! We didn’t fall in love!”

He falls silent, and the two of you just stand there. And for the first time in a long time, you really take a look at him. He looks scared and small, shoulders hunched. You know this isn’t fair for either one of you. You know how long he’s waited for his soulmate. You can’t imagine what he went through alone when he received his tattoo.

Finally, you turn and leave.

He doesn’t stop you.

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You avoid Jungkook after that. It becomes an unspoken rule between the two of you to stay clear of one another. Your last message to Taehyung about your changed tattoo two months ago was left unanswered. As much as it pains you to sound like any other angst filled teenager, your friends and parents don’t understand you. They don’t understand why you refuse to acknowledge your soulmate. High school relationships aren’t meant to last, your mother says, your soulmate is the one made for you. You wonder if she would be relaying the same sentiments about short-lived juvenile relationships if your tattoo spelled out Taehyung’s name.

“How is he?” you ask, lingering near the CD racks and trailing your fingers across the spines of them. Yoongi remains a few steps ahead of you, sorting through the box of discs in his hand to place the correct one on the shelves. After graduating college, he had taken on a second job at the music store downtown in exchange for working in the backroom music studio at night for free.

“He’s… better. His latest art piece is nominated for an art show.”

“Oh, that’s amazing!” You reach over to pick up a few CDs from the box and arrange them on the shelves. “I’m really happy for him—”

“_______.”

“—and if he gets into the art show, maybe I can go and see it!”

“_______.” You stop short as Yoongi calls out to you a second time. “What?”

“This isn’t good for you.”

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” You reach out to grab another CD to shelf, but Yoongi drops the carton on the floor. “Listen to me, _______. You need to move on. This isn’t what Taehyung would want.”

You drop your hands to your side, shoulders sagging. “How would you know that?”

“Because I have a red tattoo, too.”

His quiet confession shakes you to the core. While you had caught a glimpse of it five years ago, he had never mentioned anything about his tattoo to anyone after that day. Everybody else had merely assumed he will meet his soulmate sometime in the future, and you sometimes wonder if what you remembered was a figment of your imagination. But he lays out the bare truth right here and there.

“You—I—what?”

“We were school friends. She never knew I had her name though. She had her tattoo first. I saw her fall in love with her soulmate. I saw her tattoo turn gold when he came to school with her name the day after his birthday. I saw when her name turned gold for him. I wondered why mine turned red instead.” He stops suddenly before glancing over at you. “Do you know what’s the most fucked up part about a red tattoo? You get to feel your soulmate’s most intense emotions.”

Your mouth feels dry, and you want to reach out towards him but for some reason, you can’t.

“I felt it when she cried over her father’s death. I felt it when she found out she got accepted into med school.” He swallows hard. “I felt it when he proposed to her, and she said yes.”

“Yoongi…”

“But you know what?” he continues, eyes turning fierce as he finally fixates on you. “Feeling her become happy… that was my peace. My soulmate was the happiest she’s ever been when she’s with him.”

You are silent, and Yoongi reaches down to pick up the discarded box. He resumes stacking various CDs and records on the walls and shelves.

“That’s how I know.”

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You had sat down on the bleachers, gazing out across the football field in front of you. Practice had still gone on for another fifteen minutes, but you knew Jungkook spotted you the moment you stepped near the grass. When he walks off the field, you are waiting for him by the entrance.

“What is it?” He is guarded, and you don’t blame him.

“I just…” You start, but trail off, and his eyes soften. He notices the defeated look in your eyes, but your eyes don’t waver when you stare into his, asking gently, “Do you really think we can really fall in love?”

He falters, his hand coming up to wrap around his wrist and gently touching the golden script. He looks down and traces the letters of your name.

“Of course. We’re soulmates.”

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When you announce to your parents that you and Jungkook have begun dating, you can’t help but loathe the way your mother’s eyes light up and how easily your father accepts him into the family. Your friends chatter on excitedly about prom and how the two of you will easily win King and Queen. Jungkook is the star quarterback after all, and your high school is a living cliché, so you don’t doubt that he would get the crown. Everyone accepts you and him together as a pair.

All because of a tattoo.

As you take down the pictures of you and Taehyung and the small mementos in your room—all the things that documented your relationship and remind you of him—you can’t bring yourself to throw them away. So you tuck them into a shoebox and push it into the corner of the tallest shelf in your closet.

However, the vase of dried sunflowers, lavenders, and baby’s breath remains on your desk.

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How do you dress when you’re going out on a date with your best friend? Well, former best friend, but still. Rummaging through your dresser drawers and closet, you try on various outfits before finally opting for a pair of jean shorts and your favorite shirt for a bit of luck. You put on a pair of comfortable shoes before slipping out the door and sitting on the front porch steps, waiting for Jungkook. Your friends have all sent their well wishes and good luck’s to you in the group chat, and you reply to them in the meantime.

“Hey, _______.” Jungkook awkwardly stands in front of you, hands shoved into his jeans pockets. “I was thinking we could go to the arcade?”

“Alright.” You give him a half smile as you stand up, and the two of you begin the walk alongside each other to your destination. You walk in silence, but you feel comfortable, a slight hazy feeling coming into play. There’s something that draws you to him that wasn’t there before, and it slightly unnerves you with how at ease you are just within mere minutes of your date.

Jungkook must have felt the same way because a few seconds later, his hand gently brushes against yours once or twice, before he bravely slips his hand into yours. And they fit perfectly together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

As if your hand was meant to be held by his.

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A month into your newfound relationship, you find new flowers on your desk.

When you finally reach home after finishing your afterschool club activities, you find Jungkook sitting on your bed, waiting for you like old times. He smiles proudly, greeting you happily, and you are slightly confused until you notice the fresh flowers. Blooming daffodils, daisies, peonies, and roses burst forth in bright colors.

“I thought it’d be a nice surprise if I replaced your flowers… they were all dried and… _______, are you okay? Why are you crying?”

To your surprise, you belatedly realize there are tears slipping down your cheeks, and before you can wipe them away, he stands in front of you, tending brushing them away. The way his fingers gently graze on the apples of your cheeks leave a trail of sparks on your skin, and you can’t bring yourself to push him away. His face is inches from you, and you know he finally registers this fact when his eyes flicker down to your lips, and he swallows nervously. Hesitantly, he slowly leans in, and his lips meld against yours perfectly.

It’s your first kiss with him, and it’s perfect.

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AGE NINETEEN.

Jungkook makes it onto the football team at the university you both decide to attend, and you go to every single home game, sitting in the bleachers alongside your friends and wearing his jersey number. When his team scores the winning touchdown and the game is over, he runs over to you, clambering up the bleachers to meet you, adrenaline still rushing through his veins, as he pulls you in for a kiss with a breathless “I love you” slipped in between.

“My lucky charm,” he affectionately calls you as the two of you celebrate together with the team and their significant others at a nearby diner.

“Kook, it’s all you,” you say, giggling before stealing several fries from his plate. Grabbing an onion ring from your dish in retaliation, he shakes his head. “Nah, it’s because you’re there cheering me on.”

“And you’re here.” He taps his wrist where your name still glimmers like the very first day. “You’re with me on the field, too. My lucky charm.”

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AGE TWENTY.

It’s winter break, and with your parents gone for the weekend, Jungkook sleeps soundly next to you. You stare at your phone, watching as the clock ticks down each second from 11:59 p.m. until it hits midnight. Your thumb hovers over ‘send’ button as the simple text message of three words stares back at you.

Happy Birthday, Taehyung.

Jungkook rolls over, wrapping his arm around your waist before pulling you closer to him. He nuzzles his face in your hair before drowsily murmuring, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Kook. Go to sleep,” you whisper, and he curls himself around you even more, nodding off. You take one last look at the message before deleting it and setting your phone on the nightstand next to you.

That night, your dreams are visited by a boy with stars in his eyes and sunflowers tucked in his hair.

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AGE TWENTY-ONE.

The two of you sit across from each other in the café, partaking in another one of your join study sessions. You help him with math, and he helps you with science. It’s a great trade off, save for the fact that Jungkook tries his utmost best to distract you from your work at all times.

“Hey, _______. Give me your hand.”

“Why, so you can give me your hand to hold?” You say absentmindedly as you flip to another page of the chemistry textbook in front of you. Jungkook chuckles, reaching out and taking your hand himself. “No, but if you wanted me to hold your hand, you could’ve just asked.”

“No, I—” You stop yourself as nostalgia from a past familiar memory hits you like a tidal wave. A similar conversation with a different boy replays itself in your mind, and that familiar pang in your heart resurfaces. “Never mind, what is it?”

Jungkook gazes at you with an unreadable expression before brightening up and sliding on a folded paper ring onto your right ring finger. He raises his own hand and wriggles his fingers around to show you a matching one. “Look, I made us couple items. Custom, one of a kind soulmate items!”

You hide a smile. “Is that what you’ve been doing instead of studying?”

“I’m trying to be cute here, and you ruined it,” he whines, frowning, and you laugh before reaching out and squeezing his hand, familiar tingles spreading down from your fingertips, your heart speeding up just a fraction. You feel so, so happy—the happiest you have ever been.

“Thank you, Kook.”

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AGE TWENTY-TWO.

The opened envelope produces a creamy white invitation that announces the matrimonial union between Jin and his girlfriend. You stare at it, the RSVP portion laying out in front of you, pen held loosely in your hand. Your mother insisted that you go, while slipping in a thinly veiled hint about how you can learn from it when the time comes for you to plan a perhaps near future wedding.

“Jin’s getting married? We’re going, right?” Jungkook comes up behind you, and you nearly jump out of your skin, the pen clattering onto the counter. Chuckling, he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You curse the butterflies that still erupt in your stomach every time.

“Y-yeah, I guess we are.” You watch as Jungkook picks up the pen and checks all the boxes before tucking it back into the return envelope. “C’mon, let’s go send this out. Lisa’s been giving me the stink eye ever since I came into your apartment.”

“She’s still mad at you for eating that last slice of cake she was saving last week.”

“I said I was sorry!”

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You knew he would be there, but nothing could have prepared you for seeing him again for the first time in so long.

Taehyung stands as best man for his brother, looking as beautiful as ever. It’s been four years, yet he looks the same as he used to, perhaps a little softer around the edges. Your eyes are focused on him throughout the entire ceremony, absorbing in his presence. His hands are clasped in front of him, and you wonder if they are still as soft and warm as they were on the very first day he held your hand. His lips are pulled into a genuine smile, one that you haven’t seen in ages and very dearly miss, as he laughs at the amusing parts of his brother’s written vows. His eyes gleam brighter than ever, like all the stars are captured within them, and your heart aches as you wish, just once, he would glance over in your direction.

When the ceremony is over, Jungkook takes your hand as you walk over to the reception. The two of you drop off your gift before making your way over to the artfully decorated tables, searching for your name cards. As you weave around the tables scanning the place cards, you bump into someone, teetering slightly in your heels, and they quickly grab your arm, steadying you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You laugh a little sheepishly before looking up. Familiar eyes—ones teeming with all the stars and unspoken words—gaze back at you, and suddenly, you forget how to breathe as the air is knocked out of your lungs. Suddenly, you feel like you are fourteen again, a silly teenage schoolgirl stuck on a crush. You are suddenly hyperaware of how his hand gently grasps your elbow still, and how much you miss his warmth when he lets you go.

“It’s okay, sunshine.” His quiet baritone voice is heard before he gives you a soft smile and walks off.

Jungkook squeezes your hand, and startled, you look over at him, still dazed. He purses his lips slightly before saying, “I think our table is over there.”

“Okay.” You follow after him, and the rest of the night passes by quietly.

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We need to talk.

After complete silence from his end for the past few days, the simple text message from your boyfriend filled you with dread, and when you walked through the door of his apartment, the tension was already palpable. You sit down at the kitchen table with an untouched mug of green tea with a teaspoon of honey prepared beforehand for you. He is leaning against the counter, a similar mug placed next to him.

“You’re still in love with him.”

His voice cracks the silence, and you wince as the accusation hangs in the air.

“We barely spoke to each other.”

“God, _______, you didn’t even need to! Literally everyone in the room could tell.” He paces around back and forth. “It was obvious that he still loves you. It was obvious that you still love him!”

You stay silent, angry and sad tears beginning to mingle, and you harshly blink them away. He looks at you, frustrated, as his hand wraps around the mug in front of him tightly. “It took us months, years to get our relationship to where it is now, and he undoes it all in seconds! I don’t understand it! I don’t even know if you love me.”

His voice wavers near the end, and your heart wrenches. You start to speak up, but he shakes his head, forlorn, as he asks quietly, “If the situation was reverse… if I was the one with the red tattoo, would you fight for me, too?”

Your heart clenches in your chest, and you turn away, unable to meet his gaze.

“I see.”

“Kook,” you plead with him softly, “It’s not like that…”

“Then enlighten me please. What’s it really like?”

“You just—you want me to stay with you because of the tattoo, and then, you expect me to stay with you if you didn’t have the tattoo? I don’t understand what you want!” You stand up from the table, the chair making the most horrific screech across the tiled surface.

“I want you to choose me!” Jungkook bursts out, roughly wiping away a stray angry tear. “We both had your name on our wrists, mine was the gold one, yet you still chose him! You always chose him. Even now, you choose him.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I?” he laughs bitterly, “I’m your soulmate after all. Even if you don’t want me to be, I am. I know you better than anyone else.”

Silence falls like a heavy weight, and neither of you makes a move. The two of you sit there on opposite ends of the table like opposing sides of a chessboard, until you finally crack.

“Jungkook, do you even love me?”

“Of course I love you!” Jungkook raises his voice, frustratingly carding his hand through his hair before his voice softens, “I love you.”

“But why?” you whisper, “Why would you love me?”

“Why?” he repeats incredulously. “Because you’re my soulmate.”

“But, Kook, that’s the thing,” you say softly as you finally look him in the eye. “You love me because I’m your soulmate.

But would you have fallen in love with me if I wasn’t?”

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Jungkook finds himself wandering the streets for several hours afterwards, stuffing his hands into his pockets, as he replays your words over and over in his mind. What did you mean by that? He loves you for you because well, you are his soulmate. The universe chose you for him and him for you. The word ‘soulmate’ and you are synonymous. Aren’t they?

When Jungkook looks around, he realizes that his feet had taken him to the front of a very familiar bar. Stepping inside, he is welcomed by Namjoon with a wave and shuffles over to take a seat in front of the dimpled bartender.

“How have you been?” his friend greets him, already pouring out the usual drink order.

“Confused,” he answers honestly. “Joon, what do you think about soulmates?”

Namjoon sets the drink down in front of him. “It’s an interesting system. We’re taught that there is someone out there who’s perfect for you, yet it’s never specified in what way. We all assume it is a romantic bond, but who’s to say it’s not platonic?”

“So you’re saying best friends can be soulmates?”

“Soulmates are about a connection between two people,” he explains, “A soulmate is someone who understands you on the deepest level. Your minds have this unexplainable connection strengthened by mutual respect, understanding, and love. It’s someone who can understand your mind and heart and accepts you for who you are. Whether that is platonic or romantic, I believe it can vary.”

“So then _______ and I were made for each other,” mumbles Jungkook, tracing the rim of his glass absentmindedly. “The universe doesn’t make mistakes.”

“Tell me, Jungkook. What do you think of those with red tattoos?”

“Well, they’re mista—” he cuts himself short, jaw going slack.

“But the universe doesn’t make mistakes,” Namjoon hums as he wipes down the counter.

“They’re meant to be alone then.”

“Then why are they given a tattoo to begin with?”

He falls silent, staring at the amber liquid in front of him. Is it possible to have multiple soulmates? Only one name shows up on your wrist though. Not two. Just one. His.

“But it’s my name on her wrist.”

“Do you love her, Jungkook?”

“Of course I do,” he says, his hands curling into the small fists, “She’s my soulmate.”

“Does she love you?”

“Yes.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because…” He unfurls his hands, small crescent shaped indents now littering his palms. You do love him. But not because of some soulmate tattoo. And he knows that—

“… Because she stayed. Because she loves me enough to stay.”

For all these years, he finally realizes, you did choose him. You chose to stay with him. You chose to be with him.

“But I know she loves him more,” he murmurs. “And I know he loves her, too. He’s been in love with her from the beginning. And that’s what I don’t understand. He had her, and he let her go.”

“Taehyung loves her enough to let her go,” Namjoon muses, tapping his fingers on the scratched wooden surface. He looks at Jungkook, gazing at him with such intensity that the boy, for some reason, cannot look away.

“Do you?”

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When you return to your apartment after your last class the next day, Lisa greets you before gesturing towards the envelope on the counter.

“He left that for you.”

She disappears into her room soon after, and you gingerly pick it up. Opening the envelope, you tip the contents out and find a folded note resting in the palm of your hand. Unfolding the lined paper, you instantly recognize the messy scrawls of handwriting.

Thank you for loving me.

Taped to the bottom is a familiar, well-worn paper ring.

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“Tae!”

You bang on his door loudly. Several minutes pass, but you remain persistent, knocking on the door in rapid succession, until the sound of rushing feet is heard, and the door swings open. Taehyung stands before you, a look of shock quickly morphing into one of concern and confusion.

“What are you doing here? How do you know I’m here?”

“Yoongi finally told me.”

“Sunshine… you shouldn’t be here.” He looks tired, sad, as he retreats back into his apartment, beginning to close the door. “You should go back home. To Jungkook.”

“We broke up.”

His eyes widen. “What? Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The words tumble out of your mouth as you listen to your heart for the first time, rather than your mind, soulmate system be damned. Your heart pounds faster than ever in your chest, blood rushing through your veins, as you stare at the man in front of you.

Taehyung inhales sharply. “Sunshine, you belong with your soulmate, not me.”

“No. No, I don’t belong with someone because of some ink on my wrist. I belong with someone because I choose to be with them. Because I choose to want them. Because I choose to love them.”

You take a step forward, and Taehyung watches you with soft eyes as you gently touch his face, your bodies now millimeters away from each other. There are no sparks, no electricity igniting beneath your fingertips, but you feel a comforting warmth that curls around your heart and makes it bloom.

“I love you, Tae,” you repeat softly, “I’ve always loved you. You’re my first and last.”

So you close the distance and press your lips against his.

You choose the boy with the starry eyes.

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EPILOGUE.

Rays of morning sunlight peek through the gossamer curtains hanging on the windows, creating light patterns upon the duvet. With his arm draped around your waist and his other one resting beneath your head, you are held gently in your husband’s embrace. Still chasing the last remnants of sleep, you drowsily rub your eyes. Tilting your head upwards, the corners of your lips tip upwards into a soft smile at the sight that meets your eyes.

The light hits his face in all the right angles, shining the softest of glows that illuminates his sun kissed skin. It filters through his long, dark eyelashes, casting shadows onto his cheeks. Small puffs of breath escape between his lips with a quiet snore. His hair falls close to his eyes, and you carefully brush the strands away.

“Mama! Daddy!”

A bundle of energy launches herself at the two of you with a squeal. An audible oomph is heard from next to you as you let out a laugh, pulling into your arms the little girl whose eyes mirror her father’s and smile identical to the one on your face.

“Hello, my little munchkin.” She greets you back happily, rubbing her nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss before sloppily placing a kiss on your cheek. You return the gesture, a kiss gently pressed on both of her rosy cheeks, as she giggles before rolling over to her father.

He groans when one of her flying elbows land in his stomach, but he quickly scoops her up, pulling her into his chest. She wriggles out of his embrace in seconds, but her interest is immediately caught onto a tattoo inked upon her father's wrist that's identical to the one on your own skin, and you already know the next words on the tip of her tongue. It is her favorite question to ask every morning after all.

"What do the flowers mean?" she asks, admiring the art etched permanently upon forgotten, faded letters of red and gold. She clutches her father's hand in one hand and your hand in her other, comparing the two tattoos as seriously as any four-year-old can, and you answer her question softly, smiling over at him, as he gazes at you with the same star struck look in his eyes all those years ago.

"They're called lavenders. They stand for devotion."

But they also stand for so much more. And your daughter will learn this when she’s a little older, whether she chooses to follow the tattoo on her wrist or the one on her heart and whether they are one and the same for her.

“The lavenders stand for how much your daddy and I love each other.”

They stand for shared childhood memories that you hold close to your heart. They stand for late night arguments and loud disagreements that end with good night apologies. They stand for hands that do not perfectly fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, but still hold onto each other as tightly as possible. They stand for lips that were not made for each other, but still find each other every morning and every night and all the times in between. They stand for the ups and downs you two had to work for to get to where you are now. They stand for your love for each other. Your first and last.

The journey to finding your love was not easy. It was not like the love story of soulmates. It was not simply a change of color to gold. You had to work for your love by learning to understand each other and enduring hardships together. Your love was not built upon the universe's red strings of fate, but instead, upon trust, loyalty, care, and ultimately, devotion. While your love may not be as intense and solid as a soulmate bond, it runs deeper, stronger, more genuine.

Love is not simply a feeling. Love is a choice. It is choosing to work through the difficulties and hardships instead of taking the easier path and walking away. It is choosing to stay. It is choosing each other yesterday, today, tomorrow, and for the rest of your lives.

It may not be as serendipitous and magnificent as walking on cloud nine hand in hand with the one who was named on your wrist, but you don’t care one bit. It doesn’t matter to you. It doesn’t matter at all because he carved out a piece of heaven just for you.

Because Kim Taehyung takes you to cloud ten.

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Ava: time is getting away from us Ava: summer holiday standard Ava: it lowkey has not been organized so god knows now, I wouldn't be mad if it didn't but I wouldn't not go, I guess Grace: depends how they take your homewrecker status Ava: Yep, cheers 👍 Grace: people are shady Ava: Sure Ava: but my actual friend friends will know what's up Ava: everyone else chats about us anyway Grace: true Grace: shoutout to the fam for that one Ava: at least this one is something I actually did so Ava: oh well Grace: anyone who has a clue about his ex will know it's not even you Grace: like sorry hun you killed that 💍 yourself Ava: I'm not too fussed, it's my last year 💁 Grace: #priorities Ava: Exactly Grace: still so triggered by the idea of going back though thanks Grace: school is the WORST Ava: tell me about it Ava: won't miss that place Ava: Chelsea in general moreso but it isn't like I'll be a million miles away Grace: unlike me always a ✈ away Ava: Do you reckon you'll stay in Dublin? Grace: I guess Grace: where else would I go? Ava: You aren't going to make like Billie and Nancy and bounce then? Grace: being a or sleeping with models isn't very likely for me, babes Ava: Models are usually weird looking anyways Ava: oops accidental shade at your sister 🙊 Ava: don't tell Grace: thanks? I think Grace: shade her all you want, I'm about it Ava: How many times have you seen her kid? Grace: Like none Grace: we might get christmas but Ava: this family is messy Ava: watch me get lectured like it ain't Grace: preach Grace: maybe I shouldn't stay here Ava: you could stay or go wherever Ava: everywhere needs beauticians Grace: not Chelsea though, I'd run into your boyfriend's wife Grace: obvs can't escape anyone there Ava: 😂 truly Ava: I don't wanna be far away from the fam Ava: cracked as they are Ava: but that's just me Ava: I guess it isn't automatically selfish to move yourself halfway 'cross the globe hmm Grace: same though, I even miss Junie & like ?? why Grace: never saw him when we lived in the same house Ava: yeah Ava: that whole situation still fucks me off I Ava: idk Ava: I know it's not the kid's fault but I can barely even look at pictures of her Grace: Ri never should've done it Grace: like he didn't need a kid that bad Grace: obvs he didn't actually need one at all but nobody NEEDS one Ava: If they'd been together any amount of time Ava: Junior wasn't 20 fucking years old Ava: it was really stupid Ava: Buster said but oh well Grace: Demi is so Grace: I can't Ava: This family can't seem to help but add more fucked up people into its sphere Ava: like Ro hadn't just brought Drew back, AGAIN Grace: Getting pregnant by accident is one thing, like it's stupid but okay Grace: they planned that Ava: This family has way too many baby hangups dating back to nan Ava: can't blame her for all of this but break the cycle, someone, damn Grace: literally had my contraception on 🔒 since I was 13 thank you Ava: 'Accident' is some bullshit 9/10 times tbh Ava: you knew it was a matter of time, even if you don't know you knew it Grace: @ my mum & dad so hard Ava: and mine, they say the twins were an accident but they probably would've broke up if they hadn't have had them at that time so Grace: mhmmm Ava: ugh Ava: I'm just heated knowing how hard I'm gonna have to defend this Ava: like I've got myself pregnant Grace: don't even joke, she trapped that poor boy so hard like Ava: seriously, he probably never wants kids again Ava: not that I've asked because it's been like a month or so and I'm not psychotic, thanks Grace: do you? not now obvs Ava: I don't know Ava: like, don't tell my mother but I don't actually meticulously plan every aspect of my life Ava: if I ended up at a place and time in my life where it felt right, I could see it Ava: but if I ended up living a different life where they wouldn't fit, I wouldn't and I wouldn't be 💔 about that Grace: 😂🤐 Ava: Do you? Grace: girl, I'm too freaked out to let a boy date me, I don't think it's gonna happen Ava: you won't be 16 forever Ava: and if Ro can manage it Ava: your mum and Drew are probably the only people to see her vaguely undressed in her life Grace: idk sometimes it's all I want & sometimes it's the WORST thing I could think of Ava: I get that Ava: I don't think its a thing you can overthink, 'cos it's not usually right or wrong Ava: so people just do it and have to deal, better or worse Grace: Yeah Grace: maybe I'll get like that with dating Grace: or you know, get so lonely that I won't care that people always leave Ava: 😔 Ava: You'll get there, whether there is living your best life with or without Ava: I'm defs getting left after this fiasco so I'll come 😭 to you in a few no doubt Ava: we're walking Frank rn, so gonna enjoy this whilst it lasts 👌🥰 Grace: UM no! He LOVES you remember, you'll come at me with your 😍 more like Ava: 🤞🤞 Grace: 🙏💜

[waverlypointrpg]

BRYSON CHELSEA is a THIRTY year old SURVIVOR of the 5th Street Diner shooting; he looks a lot like OLIVER SYKES and is AVAILABLE.

Outcast, punk, degenerate — Bryson’s made a habit of collecting the jabs that get thrown at him, taking the punches as they came head on. The bullies of his childhood always said the same things, anyway. Mother’s would hold their children just a little bit tighter when they’d pass him, but they’d all be shocked to know that Bryson only lives up to his reputation when it’s necessary. An artist and an old soul, he’d spend his free time in his bedroom with his headphones in, strumming on a guitar to his favorite songs or drawing in his sketchbook. It was no surprise to his parents when he decided he wanted to lease an office space for a tattoo shop. The boy was talented beyond measure with his hands, and spent much of his childhood drawing on himself with ballpoint pens. It was truly the only thing the boy was ever passionate about. 

Growing up in Waverly, all he ever wanted was to leave. Surely something was better out there for him. All he needed was enough cash to fend for himself. Sure, his parents could have helped but what satisfaction would that bring him? It was the dream he wanted, and he wanted to make it come true on his own accord. 

The tattoo shop was a success the moment its opening was announced. Soon, his days were booked to capacity, to the point that his appointments were scheduled months in advance. The same kids who’d picked on him in high school were the ones begging him to pencil them into his appointments and praising his work. Still, there were no acts of vengeance or feelings of resentment towards them; Bryson had always believed in acts of kindness, and accepted that there were people in the world who just couldn’t grasp him for all that he was. That was why he planned on leaving, anyway. 

With the rise of social media came the rise of Bryson’s following, with an Instagram account created to promote his tattoos gaining thousands of followers in only several months, some of which being artists he’d already admired. Though he had yet to gather enough money to make the move to Los Angeles, Bryson’s work had gained a big enough following to be featured as guest artists at the shops of his favorite tattooers across the country. Surely, it was only a matter of time before his dream would become reality. 

On the evening of July 7th, Bryson agreed to meet HAVEN HARTLEY for dinner at the 5th Street Diner. It surely wasn’t unusual to meet her at the 5th Street Diner. It was their favorite place to meet, and the only grilled cheese and tomato soup Haven trusted. Bryson arrived precisely at 8pm, their usual meeting time. And just like every other time, Haven was running late.

HAVEN: BABEEEE i promise i’m on my way, i left work a lil late bc of who i am as a person lmao. 10 minutes!

BRYSON: Lol. Take your time, love. I’ll order for you so it’s fresh on the table when you get here.

HAVEN: ILY U DA BEST, THANK YOUUU BBYCAKES. ♡♡♡♡

The waitress came by the table and immediately upon laying her eyes on him, she knew his order to the T. It was the same wait time each time; like Haven said, ten minutes. He rose from the table, nodding at the waitress to keep an eye on the table as he headed outside to smoke a cigarette while he waited for Haven to arrive. As he finished off the last drag of his cigarette, a familiar voice filled his ears. 

“Bryson James Chelsea, what did I tell you about smoking?” Haven mockingly exclaimed, a bright smile on her face. She reached her arms up around his neck to hug him and he chuckled as they embraced.

“And what have I told you about punctuality, Haven Nicole Hartley?” he joked, gently pushing her on the shoulder.

Just as Haven was about to answer, a blue truck came to a screeching halt in front of the diner. A masked man jumped out quickly, a firearm in his hands. With quick thinking, Bryson threw his arms around Haven and ran as fast as he could towards his car, practically carrying her with each stride as the sound of gunfire echoed through the air. 

If Bryson ever needed another reason to want to leave Waverly, the 5th Street Diner shooting was surely the catalyst to his departure. Fueled by adrenaline, he drove himself and a hysterical Haven to the lookout point that overlooked the city. He pulled Haven out of the car and held her as she cried, his arms winding around her shaking body as she held onto him as if he were the only thing she needed. They stayed like that awhile, not saying a word, but letting the moment ride until they had both calmed. Since that night, Bryson seemed to be in vigilante mode, as the gunman had yet to be found. He was grateful that he and Haven hadn’t been inside the diner, but he mourned with his town for those that they had lost. Though the night terrors had stopped, he still found himself shuddering every time he drove down the now mostly abandoned 5th street and took to taking the backway to his shop if he could avoid it. While he still plans to leave Waverly as soon as he is able, he’d be wrought with the guilt of leaving Haven on her own.

CONNECTIONS —

HAVEN HARTLEY — Despite being Waverly’s most unlikely pairing, Bryson and Haven just worked. They complimented each other well; her sunshine to his moonlight, like two sides of the same coin. On the surface, there’s not much that connects them. Seeing them together, on the other hand, was a thing of magic. They talked about their hopes and dreams and encouraged each other’s passions, supported and protected each other vehemently. Everything about her was all-things intricate and beautiful, and the spirit she embodied gave him hope for a better future. He’d never been one for relationships, having only dealt with the typical friends with benefits ordeal or casual dating, but Haven managed to break every wall he’d barricaded himself with, and allowed him to flourish in all that he was. Within a year, Bryson fell deeply in love with whom he called the light of his life. Now, with his plans to leave Waverly becoming more and more at reach, he plans to ask her to make the move with him.

[roy-kent]

Hi! I’m Chelsea, could I have a playlist too ☺️💕

Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie - Joanna Newsom

Honey - Kehlani

Empty Galleries - Kid Astray

Let’s Get Lost - Carly Rae Jepsen

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Easy Way - For The Foxes

A-Punk - Vampire Weekend

ily guys, but no more names!

[festivehanlon-blog]

500+ Follow Forever Binch

I just hit 500?? How?

Honestly I’m so grateful y’all like my low quality shitposts so in celebration I’m linking all my mutuals blogs and telling you why you should definitely follow them because they are the funniest and most talented people on this planet!! At the bottom there will also be a face reveal so you can see the grinch who only posts about ‘To Psycos In Love’

(members of the Bennywise gc will be bolded)

@meezui  Holy heck this blog is a M E M E ! Fantastic! Showstopping!! Spectacular!!

@you-suck-bowers Definitely one of the best blogs of all time, Bowers gang content, can always rely on their content to be 10/10

@birdbabestan Lyssa!! Funny and lovely and one of my favourite people in the universe!! My? Actual? Child? Do yourself a huuge favour and follow her n o w 

@beepbeeprichie Such a pretty blog!! Loads of moodboards, memes and amazing headcanons!!

@richiedenbroughs  Can you believe that amazing, incredible and beautiful are synonymous with Sarah?? Neither could I until I met this amazing person with one of the best gotdamned blogs! If you want go000od fanfic this is where to go

@staanuris Lmao if you’re in the ‘IT’ fandom you’re following this blog. Actual royalty, I am a humbled peasant and I feel like crying tears of joy whenever they reblog or like one of my posts. (Also responsible for 99% of the memes in this fandom)

@hauntedkaspbrak Y’all want hockey???? Y’all want fuckin quality memes???? This is where you get them kids

@polaroidreddie Headcanon R O Y A  L T Y  I tell you. I don’t know how it’s done?? Probably witchcraft tbh, but this blog is one which with no hesitation is one of the first and best blogs to follow on this site

@k-aspbrak So many Losers Club memes!!! A blessing!!! S T A N U R I S  CONTENT!!!!!

@richiietozierr AMBER!!!! FUNNY!! AMAZING!!! TALENTED AT LITERALLY EVERYTHING?!?!? DON’T NOW HOW SHE DOES IT!??!? TEACH ME YOUR WAYS!??!

@toshitophchan Toshi !!! When I see your content on my dash it always brightens my day!!!! Can always count on for a m a z i n g stuff!!!! Also so nice and supportive!!!!! One of my favourite people on Earth?? More likely than you think

@httpsalien Livi!!!!! Oml, one of the funniest and coolest people I know!!! I always feel so blessed that I can call you my friend!!! One of the best freaking blogs to exist and so nice and talented!?!?! Ily so much!!!!

@kingdenbrough If you wanna follow a blog you can count on to post regularly this is the one!!!! 10/10 content!!! Your Mike Hanlon posts give me a reason tfor living t b h 

@exceededexpectations my tuMBLR CRUSH!! When you like or reblog anything of mine I actually s c r e a m!!! So nice and amazing!!! I   A D O R E all your content!!!!! On my handwritten list of mutuals, this blog is underlined 5 times

@edsrich Can you fucking believe they’re following a peasant like me?? Has written one of the m o s t   i c o n i c fanfictions on this site and is a blessing to all. Idc what you summoned to give you all that talent but like’ if there’s a ritual or anything hmu

@brightlykaspbrak Gorgeous inside and out!!! SO beautiful with words!!! One of the blogs I’d definitely recommend straight off the bat. INCREDIBLE content ‘nuff said!!!!!

@irl-richie-tozier Such a rad blog!!!! If you want your daily dose of Stranger Things content as well as IT then this is the blog to follow!!!!

@eddiessecondfannypack So nice!!! When I had literally no followers they would still talk to me even though they had the beEeEeEeEest hecking content. Whenever any of your posts come up on my feed or you like/ reblog any of my posts i’m so happy!!!!!

@etherealstanley How can one have such a beautiful blog with amazing movie and cast GIFS as well as memes on another fricking level??? Idk how it’s done but you achieve all of these things !?!?

@kaspbraket Their fics are some of the best things to exist!! So much talent!!! And so nice as well!??!? Whenever you pop up on my feed my day gets so much better!!!!

@golden-orchid iF YOU WANNA SEE G0O0O0O D CONTENT ABOUT THE IT CAST THIS IS THE PLACE TO GO!!! ALSO SUCH A BEAUTIFUL BLOG?? IDK HOW YOU DO IT?!??

@bettyripsomsshoe oml M E M E S and amazing fanart rb’s  are the first things I think of about this blog, I feel like I’ve been following you forever and tbh you deserve all the followers in the world!!!

@oceanssurface You got GIFS! You got memes! You got 10/10 cast content! There was a cat GIF at one point which made me wanna cry bc it was so amazing! This blog has it all!!!

@trashboii-tozier All your content brightens my day!!! Such a large variety of memes it’s ridiculous!!! Definitely one of my favourite blogs!!!

@richietozzzier MEMES!!! FANART!!!! DOGS!!! I LOVE THIS BLOG SO MUCH!!!

@gazebos-are-bullshit Makes the prettiest gotdamn moodboards! Am blessed with your way of words as well!?!!? All around one of the prettiest and most original blogs!!

@wonderfully-wondering-alone SO NICE AND LOVELY!!! YOUR BLOG IS SO PRETTY AS WELL!!! 10/10 GIFS!! SO AESTHETICALLY PLEASING I CAN’T BELIEVE!!!

@spookerlymarsh Fucking  i c o n i c, your Beverie content is so good it’s not even in this plane of existence!?!? One of the funniest people on this godforsaken site and so nice as well??? Lmao you’re literally that person I want to be best friends with but am so intimidated by how cool you are!?!?! One of the first blogs I started following and I’ve loved a l l of your content!! 

@eddieweezyweezerkaspbrak I!M!P!O!R!T!A!N!T I only follow IT blogs really but I love to stay up-to-date on social justice issues so THANKYOU for having amazing fandom related content as well as really important global stuff too!!!!!

@reddie-for-death Tbh one of my favourite blogs ever!! I feel like we’re stuck in a cycle of mutual support and reblogs and whenever you come up on my feed or activity log aI always start smiling!!!! 

@takeurgazebos FOLLOW!THIS!LOCAL!ASTHMATIC!WHITE!BINCH! SUCH A PRETTY BLOG!!! AND MEMES!?!?!? ACTUAL G O D

@richietczicr 10/10 content!! Fantastic! Amazing! Showstopping! Spectacular!! WhenI see your icon on my feed I know it’d gonna be some go00o0o0d stuff

@eggboyben LITERALLY HAS IT ALL?? GIFS? YOU BETCHA, MOODBOARDS? DEFINITELY! MEMES? YOU GOT IT, HOE! Amazing variety!!!!!

@richietoziersglasses YOUR REPOSTS GIVE ME LIFE,, YOU HAVE SUCH AN AMAZING COLLECTION OF CONTENT ON YOUR BLOG I CAN’T BELIEVE!?!??!

@richiee-bitchyy R A D!!!! Amazing content!!!!!! One of my friends!!!! I wanna be you when I grow up tbh!!!

@incorrect-losers-club MEME GOD KIDS, IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY EXCEPT AMAZING FRICJHGNG CONTENT OML

@wyattghouleff oml my current mood is constantly? crushing? on? you? and? your? blog? One of the first people I followed and I am honestly so humbled that you follow me!??!? Thankyou so much ily!!

@wolfhardly YOU WANT SOCIAL JUSTICE + IT CAST ?? THIS IS THE RIGHT PLACE TO GET IT Y’ALL 

@kingkaspbrak So freaking nice?????? A lovely person with a lovely blog and honestly deserves the world!!

@alexxlea3 Lmao my one IRL friend off this website, super rad pennywise content!! Just in general really awesome!!!!!

@ri-chietozier CHELSEA!! Probably the coolest person in the chat tbh, majorly crushing on your blog, it’s? so? good? Ily!!!

@january-emb3rs Gilli!!!!! The Q U E E N of Benverly and Ben Hanscoms no.1 stan! One of the nicest people I know and I’m so blessed to be able to call you a friend!!!!

@denbruhh MY MOTHER !??!?!? ONE OF THE COOLEST PEOPLE EVER!! THE REASON BENNYWISE EXISTS!!!!! WHAT AN ICON CAN YOU BELIEVE 

@askyaboyrichie The cutest and funniest drawings!!!! I love your blog so much and when you followed me I actually screamed!!!! Whenever I’m bored I just stalk your blog tbh

@eddieconfettii You had a ‘Total Eclipse Of The Heart’ meme, meaning you automatically qualify as one of m favourite blogs of all time, your amazing content boosts that even higher, sorry i don’t make the rules

@wyttolff If I’m feeling down and I wanna cheer up all I have to do is look at your blog!!! Definitely on of the best blogs involving the it cast!!!!! You brighten my day!!!

@patrick-hockstutter  Y O U R  P E N N Y W I S E  M E M E S   A R E  I C O N I C

@punkwolfhard Reddie content!!!! Memes!!!! Wyatt!!!!! Anti-Fack!!!!! These are some of my favourite things and your blog has them all!!!!

So those are all my mutuals!!!! You all make me so happy and noah fence but I consider all of you as my friends 

So here is my face (sorry in advance lmao)

[leonbastralle]

Welcome To My Blog Where Replies Are Never On Time

also tumblr is still eating them wtf what did i ever do to you

samantha8982 replied to your post “Schedule Opinions?”

I’m down hehe

melien replied to your post “Schedule Opinions?”

Annie sweetie I'm telling you every time POST WHATEVER YOU WANT and if it's Flame it's even better

amixofpixels replied to your post “Schedule Opinions?”

There is no such thing as too much Flame.

pixeldemographics replied to your post “Schedule Opinions?”

No flame is too much flame bruuuuhh

monets-pixels replied to your post “Schedule Opinions?” 

No such thing as too much Flame

limericksims replied to your post “Schedule Opinions?”

there's never too much flame!

well I’m glad you guys think that way because I sure do too!

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “gLADE YOUR FACE IS OFFICIALLY BANNED”

Um, no it's not.

um yES IT IS FOR OUR SAFETY AND WELLBEING PLEASE LET ME BRING BACK THIS GEN 4 MEME

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “gLADE YOUR FACE IS OFFICIALLY BANNED”

My love 😍😍😍

told you she’d be back!

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset

impressive

she missed

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

Girls night!

if I learned one thing from playing ts4 it’s that you can never have too many group activities.

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “S: hAVE YOU DRUNK ENOUGH WATER YET OPAL??? I ONLY SAW YOU TAKE ONE...”

STAY HYDRATED

U TOO YES

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “G: “I believe this one is yours. Well played.” S: I raised you well,...”

Sjjsksjssjsjsks they are so cute i cry

i know bby i know ill send u some tissues

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “G: Hi dad! Can I join you? S: Sure! It’s good to have you back. G:...”

When you lowkey call your dad old

exactly XD

limericksims replied to your post “romeo-and-simulet: F: AAAAAA YOUR BOYFRIEND YE…I mean, I don’t...”

they are so cute 😍

I know ;_; I miss this a whole lot tbh...but everything for The Boys #2

nernershuman replied to your post “so um…hi! I’ve gotten quite a lot of support lately (also from people...”

You showed my favorite Beatle, so I love you even more.

:oooo I SCORED

amixofpixels replied to your post “so um…hi! I’ve gotten quite a lot of support lately (also from people...”

I love you, too!

I know ;)

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “G: True. You need something special. Something truly special…wait....”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GLADE IS CHANNELING SOM SHIA HERE I LOV

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset  “she looks like she’s either wielding magic or doing an especially...”

pls let glade play as giorgio tsoukalos in a play

pls take gimp away from me these are terrible but i have no regrets

also tbh, i think ill do that? connie still hasnt written that script glade wanted...

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

My beautiful girls who I love

;_________; i love them so much together I wish this could be the entirety of gen 6

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “G: True. You need something special. Something truly special…wait....”

Do it Connie you have nothing to lose 

apart from her dignity, yes

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “G: Oh man…Connie, I love you and you’re the most awesome sister but…I...”

poor Connie, but really it's your own fault

tRU (and really, she knows that)

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

THERE SHE IS THATS MY GIRL

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “C: Glade…remember when you told me not to mess things up? G: I don’t...”

YES THE RETURN OF MY PROBLEM CHILD

I KNOW I MISSED HER SO MUCH TOO

thatsimslove replied to your photoset “S: *whispers* Shit, what are we supposed to do? T: *whispers* You’re...”

Why did Shine not have faith in Connie and Charlotte??

it’s a semi joke, because Shine and Trellis had a bet...he just had his fatherly doubts actually, nothing bad, he doesn’t even know Charlotte.

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “S: *whispers* Shit, what are we supposed to do? T: *whispers* You’re...”

T_T

they’re gr8 parents I love them

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Well you don’t seem to mind at all if I get hurt, because...”

BABES NO

CONNIE YES

monets-pixels replied to your photoset

Oh, Connie...

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Good morning, sunshine ♥”

Shes so pretty???

I know right ;_; I can’t wait to have her face round permanently! A little spoiler: I finally finished all the Shine/Trellis stuff so you know what’ll happen next!!

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Conifer: Crap.”

Poor Connie

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Conifer: Crap.”

CRAP IS RIGHT

bouquet-of-scissors replied to your photoset “T: Welcome hooome! C: Hey guys… S: Connie? What’s wrong? C: You can...”

Oh Hun.... ;-;

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Well you don’t seem to mind at all if I get hurt, because...”

Oh no 😱

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Conifer: Crap.”

This is just a vision of sadness! ;_____;

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Well you don’t seem to mind at all if I get hurt, because...”

Conifer's poor little face! ;____;

I’m sorry guys I hope it’ll be worth it...

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Well you don’t seem to mind at all if I get hurt, because...”

I feel like you should channel Charlotte whenever you are feeling sad, that is some very wise advice

there is a reason why I relate to Connie a lot XD

melien replied to your photoset “Conifer: Crap.”

Connie u dumbass

I know XD

buckleysims replied to your photoset “¦pretty self-explanatory, I guess.”

♥♥♥ Love this. XD

thank you! it was long overdue man...

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “¦pretty self-explanatory, I guess.”

Azure's face is the best thing. She's so done. XD

nah, I’d know if she was done because she’s me XD she’s just having very intense feelings

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “¦pretty self-explanatory, I guess.”

I LOV

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “¦pretty self-explanatory, I guess.”

bEEEEEEESSSST

tHANK U BBY

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Well you don’t seem to mind at all if I get hurt, because...”

IM CRYING FUCC FUCC FUCC CHARLOTTE IS BEING SO DANG GOOD BUT IM ALSO CrYING

itS TRUE SHES THE BEST I LOV HER SO MUCH

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Charlotte: Just…why did you invite me here if you had no intentions of...”

Ur an evil mistress but ily anyway

thank you i guess? xD

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset

i was really confused for a sec because it almost looks like those pictures line up into one xD

oh dear it does o.o

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “Charlotte: So this was awesome, I had a blast! Thank you for taking me...”

u GOT ME HANGING HERE IM CRYING

IM SORRY IN RETROSPECT

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset

Gotta smell fresh for ya girl

TUMBLR HID THIS ONE FROM ME AND I’M CRYING CHLOE PLS

pixeldemographics replied to your post “CATIIPLIES”

8) TALK ABT THE FICUS REVELATION I COMMAND U TO

oops...i still didnt...but heres a spoiler: remember when i talked abt his last sexual encounter having been at uni...u kno what that means...it was a revelation to him as well

i cant believe im turning his neck into a meme its not like he can ever compete with back shoulders or fingers (heres a new version of head shoulders knees and toes: nECK SHOULDERS FINGERS AND BACK)

pixeldemographics replied to your post “CATIIPLIES”

7) tRUE TRUE TRUE I LOV THESE NEMESIS LOV STORIES

id die for each of them tbh

pixeldemographics replied to your post “CATIIPLIES”

6) rADS COMING THERES NO STOPPING HER

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BUT I NEED TO GET TO GEN 8

pixeldemographics replied to your post “CATIIPLIES”

5) its FUN u mention that bc in bloodborne u fight the wet nurse in the nightmare of mensis so u can kill mergo and end the nightmare

man thats hardcore but then again what isnt in this game

pixeldemographics replied to your post “CATIIPLIES”

4) u dont need to pay me i lov having someone who appreciates my weird music taste

WEIRD??? EXCUSE U PLS

pixeldemographics replied to your post “CATIIPLIES”

3) no bad decisions here only LOVE

r u sure tho

pixeldemographics replied to your post “CATIIPLIES”

2) now i saw thanks for the head s up but i think A FIRM BROOMSTICCING IS IN ORDER

ok i gotcha should i bring the mop too

pixeldemographics replied to your post “CATIIPLIES”

1) hOW DARE I???? U AND UR CUTE STUFF IS WHAT MAKES ME FORGET LANGUAGE

(just kidding dont stop i lov it)

cant stop wont stoppp

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “?: Thanks, man. Thanks. *forcefully pats back* F: Um…you’re welcome? I...”

yOUR APPEARANCE WAS A TRUE MIRACLE IM CRYING

THIS IS AUR WHAT DID U EXPECT

amixofpixels replied to your post “FINALLY A Flood Of Replies”

Chelsea facts are the best kind of facts, as I am an enigma. ;)

man I sure feel special now!

[prettylilparker]

tag game!!

i was tagged by @arachnid-kid (ily isabel!!)

RULES: ANSWER 28 QUESTIONS AND TAG (AT LEAST) 20 BLOGS YOU WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

nicknames: soph, fia, fifi, bubba (lol only my dad calls me that)

gender: female

star sign: aries

height: 5′2 (ik i’m a smol bean)

time: 9:56 pm

birthday: april 4th

favorite bands: lany, prettymuch, the 1975(i just started listening to them and wow if u have any song suggestions hmu), and my throwback 1D

favorite solo artists: halsey, khalid, chelsea cutler, billie eilish, jessie reyez, sam smith, ed sheeran, lorde, baynk, lauv, and so many more i’m just blanking lol

song stuck in my head: supermarket flowers by ed sheeran and wannabe by the spice girls (such a weird duo i know)

last movie i watched: that romantic christmas movie netflix added (i give it 3 out of 5 stars it was ehhhh)

last show i watched: shameless

when did i create my blog: november 2017 (wow i didn’t even realize it hasn't even been a whole month yet what the heck)

last thing i googled: probably translating english to spanish bc i was just doing spanish hw

do i have any other blogs: lmao yeah i had a teen wolf fanfic blog over the summer just in time for the finale but i don’t go on it anymore

do i get asks: not v often but i wish i did!! (even if ur on anon come talk to me)

why i chose my url: pretty little liars is one of my all time fav shows and i just liked how prettylilparker sounded :)

following: 75 amazing ppl who deserve the entire world

followers: 152 ANGELS JUST WOW (i honestly cannot believe that in a matter of a month i’d have this many :,) i love every single one of u  p.s. hop in my messages or ask box anytime bc i’d love to talk to every single one of you about literally anything)

average hours of sleep: 10 on weekends (god bless) 7 to 8 on weekdays

lucky number: eight

instruments: i’ve been trying to teach myself piano and guitar lately (it’s v hard bc i love my long nails but it’s impossible to play guitar w long nails)


what am i wearing: oml a trash bag ahaha jk some nike shorts and one of my bros oversized t shirts

dream job: oh fuck i have so many, okay 1) i’ve always wanted to be an actress since 2nd grade i’ve been in plays (i was scout in to kill a mockingbird lmao those pics of me w short hair r scary) 2) i love writing songs so i kind of wanna produce some of my own music when i’m older 3) i’d also love to direct a film or be a producer for one 4) yeah basically anything in the entertainment industry bc i just wanna make a difference by creating stuff ya feel?? (donald glover is such an icon for me bc he’s doing both so y can’t i??)

dream trip: i’m basically half vietnamese and my grandparents always go back to vietnam every once and a while and i’d really love to go w them to see that side of my culture bc i’m so white-washed (or anywhere in asia or europe bc that’s dope)

favorite food: i really like cherry tomatoes (ik i’m weird) and raspberries

nationality: american

favorite song right now: fuck that’s hard... probably figures by jessie reyez tho (it’s old but such a good song plus i’m trying to learn how to play it on guitar currently ;)

I tag (if u don't wanna then just ignore <3): @tohollandback @purelyparker @stormyparker @ohparkers @heartbreakerholland @spideyparkerfilms @dreamyholland @tomhollandxreader @tomsh0lland @tom-holla @honeynutholland @parkersbabe @snetersnarker @five-foot-two-joanne @screamholland @heavenlytom @httpsamholland @parkerbenpeter @cuteparkers @cutehollands and anyone else who wants to do it feel free to just say i tagged u :))))

[stillsolo]

i took my time with this one because i wanted it to be special.  i've had so much fun since joining sw rp.  i cant explain how much the community means to me, all the people i've befriended and come to know--dang, i can't believe it's been a YEAR!  That's 365 days!!

While i haven't been here for all of it, I still think it's an insane milestone for someone who isn't very responsible with their muses.  By far, han is a muse i've had most connection with, ever.  so far, i've written him for two years and i plan to go for as long you all will want me here lol!!

                                     THANK YOU FOR 800+ FOLLOWERS!

as you all know, i tend to really waffle on about people i love on this site so i’ll just get to the tagging, then add some mentions at the bottom.  so many people have left and there are more who’ve been on hiatus for months now.  I might be forgetting a few, but please remember i follow you for a reason!  you’re all amazing!

Immediate sw family: ( a - z ) Some of you have been around since the very beginning and I just can’t believe that. ;w;  If someone asks me for characters to follow ... i point to you guys!

@adxesperascit / @askywxlker / @baldharpyventress / @beautifulkindbutsad / @bellassan / @bencannolikenobi / @crdered / @darksidewalker / @enneads / @forcescnsitive / @forcetwiins / @ichorcrowncd / @ifeelitagain  / @jaigvision / @mynameisanakin / @notthistime / @ofcloudcities / @ofdagobah / @pantarheii / @rcguecne / @snxps / @stillwciting / @tachiisms / @tatooinelight / @techniiciian / @thesassycircus / @thesonofsolo / @vilibertatis / @vipxrofshili / @weaponsdirector / @whosscruffylookiing / @yourxworshipfulness / @snipisms  

@amidalc / @blindedspectre / @disciipled / @krxtaa / @lstjedi / @skywvlked / @speculae / @xwingacepilot

other fandoms:

@bcywonder ( who am i kidding ,.,,. i follow charley around like a lost puppy.  ALL her blogs are amazing! ) / @creatureprotector / @horrorempathy / @nobleconsort / @obscure-euphoria / @summernamed / @tennoreckoning / @teshindax / @vakh

lil spotlights:

@teshindax - Chelsea, ive talked to you almost every day since we've met.  admittedly, i have a very hard time keeping up with social contact.  there were times wouldn't reply for days, but you totally overlooked my shitty habits and spammed the shit out of me until i responded.  believe it or not, i love that you do that.  i appreciate our friendship so much.  you've killed me with laughter, shot me in the feels with WF.  i remember thinking how insane it was that you followed han back; how nervous i was and how out of place i felt with han, but you went with it and inspired my muse time and again.  ( then there's our crossover that’s aged me 50 yrs omfg ).  i can't tell you how nice it is to have someone to talk/play WF with!  thank you, chelsea!  ily nerdface!

@ichorcrowncd - weirdly enough, we didn't talk much before, but now we do!  Even if it’s on occasion, our conversations kill me lskdjfkls we have the same kind of humor that continues to tickle my sides long after the conversation’s over.  i hope we get to do more stuff together, avery!  even if we don’t, you coming to body slam the discord chat at any given moment is already a possible highlight to my day ;w;  HUGS YOU

@summernamed - this is probably weird as hell to you -- LOL.  but thank you so, so much for helping me with photoshop things.  it may not seem like a big deal to you, but the way you just kinda...screenshot everything and explained the steps so thoroughly and i hadn’t even asked you for that kind of help ... man, you are just so wonderful.  ive struggled with learning how to edit things because i always have questions and im extremely slow with catching on.  however, with the few things you’ve taught me, i feel as though i’ve made a huge jump in progress.  thank you, thank youuu <3

               THANK YOU, EVERYONE!   \owo/

[chanxyeollie]

do i need to even say who i was tagged by ofc u know it was @stan-the-best-stan-monsta-x my fave thx boi

THE LAST …

1. drink: pepsi

2. phone call: my coworker/close friend lol because my manager apparently did not recall my texts lmfao

3. text message: rofl it was to my friend abt jikook’s cover 😂

4. song you listened to: actually yeah it was also jikook’s cover of we don’t talk anymore

5. time you cried: i teared up yesterday watching p101 tbh,,, i won’t lie

HAVE YOU EVER …

6. dated someone twice: not even once 😎

7. been cheated on: see above lol

8. kissed someone and regretted it: ?? no

9. lost someone special: .......no...... *knock on wood*

10. been depressed: i mean i once cried on my floor for five hours in a row but,,, after i was fine so i’ll say no

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no!!! :D

LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS (12, 13, 14):

black

pink

mint green OR like a nice muted gray i guess

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU …

15. made new friends: @stan-the-best-stan-monsta-x lookin at u bud

16. fallen out of love: umm,, like with a band. but like otherwise no

17. laughed until you cried: yes. always at like 4am. until i couldn’t breathe. also probably bc i run around when i laugh?? like what

18. found out someone was talking about you: no? o wait yes someone at work smh

19. met someone who changed you: ,,,,,,no

20. found out who your true friends are: unfortunately i did it the hard way but ya

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: haha

GENERAL STUFF

22. how many of your facebook tumblr friends do you know in real life: :( none of u because im poor

23. do you have any pets: three cats~~~

24. do you want to change your name: (réka u are correct) um yeah bc shocker secret:::::: aluri is not my birth name gasp

25. what did you do for your last birthday: no one said happy birthday to me so one of my only friends who did took me out for lunch rip thank u friend

26. what time did you wake up: 9:30? 10?

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: i was...on tumblr...reading? lookin thru a tag? on youtube? idk to be honest

28. name something you cannot wait for: fuckin, a day where i don’t wanna die instead of go to work lololol

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: at 11 before she went to work. she listened to a murder podcast with me lol

30. what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i wasn’t a socially anxious person i feel like i would cruise thru life if i wasn’t so D: all the time

31. what are you listening to right now: minisode 16 on the my favorite murder podcast. if you like true crime and cats, check it out.

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes but not since high school. OH FUCK WAIT A GUY NAMED THOMAS (same thing) CREEPILY ASKED FOR MY NUMBER LAST YEAR GSHDDFGHGADFK

33. something that is getting on your nerves: my skIN CAN U PLEASE CALM DOWN I WATER U I NOURISH U WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT

34. most visited website: tumblr/yt/mweor

35. elementary school: ?? do i need to say the name i mean im not going to but i went to three anyway, one in england, two in canada

36. high school: catholic af we had mass and everything

37. college: yeah im enrolled in uni rn i hate it

38. hair color: dark brown

39. long or short hair: like,,,, titty length lmfao idk

40. do you have a crush on someone: yes his name is chanyeol

41. what do you like about yourself: my eyebrows are straight fire they’re the perfect shape and it was the only thing i was blessed with

42. piercings: earrings

43. blood type: no idea. my parents don’t even know.

44. nickname: n o

45. relationship status: single cat lady

46. zodiac sign: capricorn, allegedly very hard working

47. pronouns: she/her

48. favorite tv show: my favourite show ended but it was how i met your mother

49. tattoos: none

50. righty or lefty: a smudgy lefty im afraid

FIRST …

51. surgery: i had a piece of my mouth/gums snipped off but like it took 2 seconds so it doesn’t really count

52. piercing: ears i was a smol bab my mom didn’t give a heck

53. best friend: her name was chelsea that’s all i remember.

54. sport: .....hip hop classes lmfao *looks at 2 left feet* what was i thinking

55. vacation: fuck i have no memories idk

56. pair of sneakers: white sketchers lol

right now …

57. eating: air

58. drinking: pepsi

59. i’m about to: get ready for work :(((((

60. listening to: still minisode 16

61. waiting for: my next paycheck //shakes fist six more days

62. do you want kids: yeah i mean my kids will be true memes i can’t pass up that opportunity

63. do you want to get married: yeah but then again what am i saying ive never experienced romance what do i know

64: what career do you want: something in entertainment, realistically tho nothing like wtf i have no idea

WHICH IS BETTER …

65. hugs or kisses: i have only experienced one

66. lips or eyes: eyez eyez eyez

67. shorter or taller: taller? i mean what truly IS short and tall u know

68. older or younger: always been into older men :/ and actually,, older friends my younger friends are special rare exceptions ily

70. nice arms or nice stomach: well i feel like im not gonna know unless someone strips in front of me so like either or whatever

71. sensitive or loud: well it depends if u’re only always sensitive or loud i would struggle to get along with u 

72. hook up or relationship: relationship?

73. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker,, i can be the only hesitant one here or everything would be ‘oh,,,r u sure,,, is this okay....are we okaY????’

HAVE YOU EVER …

74. kissed a stranger: nO

75. drank hard liquor: No!

76. lost glasses/lenses: like for a short period of time

77. turned someone down: dgsdgfafvdf yes

78. had sex on the first date: nooooooo

79. broken someone’s heart: no unless someone was secretly pining after me

80. had your heart broken: yeah but after crying for five hours i was literally fine dfgsfdjg

81. been arrested: nO but like,,,, i have had two seperate run ins with the police and it was very very awkward

82. cried when someone died: ...on tv

83. fallen for a friend: yeah and fucking yeah it was not a good time

DO YOU BELIEVE IN …

84. yourself: like in what context. do i believe in myself making a killer grilled cheese? yes. do i believe i can get all A’s in school? NO

85. miracles: coincidence but not miracles

86. love at first sight: mmm no

87. santa claus: if i say yeah do i still get presents

88. kiss on the first date: ?? well like its not something to believe/not believe in like it isnt a mythical creature lol

89. angels: if there are where is mine :/

OTHER …

90. current best friends name: aluri. did i just name myself? yeah. you bet.

91. eye color: hazel/green with some orange in there.

92. favorite movie: walk of shame!!!! good heckin movie woohoo i finished before work im proud!! anyway whoever read this lmao you’re the real mvp thx. and im not gonna tag anyone because i always tag the same two ppl im so sorry rofl so if anyone wants to do this,,,, like pls do it and tag me so i can learn abt you.

[1997berserk]

all numbers with a 2 in them :^)

TY ILY

2. Favourite lyricsi have a LOT but lately “when it all comes down to a sunrise on the east side will you be there to carry the remains of my wasted youth” has been in my mind.

12. saddest song you knowcigs & saints by twy or the dance version of silver springs by fm20. A song to shut everything outfuck or anything from count your blessings

21. A song that’s a joke between you and your friends every icp song.

22. A song to jam out to at 4amLONELY GIRL BY TA

23. A song that punches you in the gut every single time i was scared and im sorry. hospital for souls. home for fall. only one. actually every yc song now.

24. A song that calms you downsophomore slump. omgimy. 

25. A song that makes you feel alive weightless

26. If you could get any lyrics tattooed, which would you choosei mean i have some already and i plan on getting a lot more. the ones planned that come to mind are “no death can touch the crooked young” and “my friends are a different breed” 

27. What band/artist would you get your children addicted to at an early age mcr. every kid needs to have an mcr phase it’s formative.

28. Can you play any instruments, if so, which bass and guitar, although i’m not good at the latter. been meaning to learn drums.

29. If you could be a member of any band for one show, who would it beymas because im gay, or ptv because im extra gay.

32. What are some song titles that you lovenails for breakfast tacks for snacks. local man ruins everything. tell slater not to wash his dick.

42. A song with no percussionforest fire by ajj

52. A song that makes you want to dance on a table me listening to admit it!!! at 9 in the morning. im only 20% kidding.

62. A song that needs to be played LOUDdisasterology. chelsea smile. slam. everything taa has done.