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Once you’ve found the right leather jacket you don’t need to worry about the rest of your clothes. Just go all black. Once people see the soft glisten of your leather they’ll be like magnets. You can draw in the ones you want and intimidate everyone else into staying well away.
(Doesn’t hurt if the jacket you can afford is a designer Saint Laurent biker with the softest lamb leather for only $4,000)
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Something I haven't seen anyone comment on is the title "Straight Jacket Fitting"
The correct term is "straitjacket" from Latin strictus meaning "drawn tight."
I know people misspell it as "straightjacket" but Josh looooves to play with words so it's definitely intentional.
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OK important question: who's going to design us a dracula daily dust jacket?
#dracula daily#dracula book#book club#book annotations#dracula bram stoker#tumblr book club#Book dust jacket#dust jacket#fanart
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helping bring back greasy hair dirt bags but in a gay way one sleepless night at a time
#be honest if you saw me on the subway would you fall in love with me?#no?#well how about when you see ive got a hardback book in the enormous interior pocket of my jacket#and its an annotated copy of gideon the ninth#personal#generalteiaorgana
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Tagged by @permanentreverie, @courageisneverforgotten, and @just-a-cup-of-anxietea (thank you lovelies <33333)
hardcover or paperback // bookstore or library // bookmark or receipt // stand alone or series // nonfiction or fiction // thriller or fantasy // under 300 pages or over 300 pages // children's or ya // friends to lovers or enemies to lovers // read in bed or read on the couch // read at night or read in the morning // keep pristine or markup // cracked spine or dog ear
Open tags :)
#hear me out i want hardcover because i like using the book jacket as a bookmark but if i want to annotate it NEEDS to be a paperback#also not that i crack the spines of my books on purpose but i like it when they do that on their own just#because they've been read so many times#it's been loved so much that it shows it in the spine#also i just really really reallyyyyyyyy don't like dog ear-ing pages so i couldn't pick that#anyway thanks for the tag!!#mutuals#lindsay tag#jess tag#baking buddy tag
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Hop hop 🐇 strutting around Jay's apartment in nothing but panties and his leather jacket that's still warm from his body 🐇 hop hop
-doe 🐾
JASON TODD shirtless and in gray sweatpants and a thin silver chain around his neck, manspreading in his seat as he annotates on some blueprints. The Bat left quite an impression on him, including his knack for being thorough. The cap of his sharpie sits between his teeth, the soft squeaking of the marker scribbling on parchment filling the room. Even though you got laid this morning, you should be good, but instead you’re especially needy. He’d gotten back a little bit ago from picking up those blueprints, and the leather bike jacket he wore on his motorcycle ride had been thrown on the bed haphazardly. Crawling out in just your undies, you were chilly, so you put the jacket on. It sat on your shoulders like a curtain. Heavy, and huge, and stiff. Still warm from his body heat, it provided enough protection to pad out to see him.
It takes him a second to notice you, and when he does, that famous grin stretches onto his lips. Hopelessly attractive with defined dimples and smile lines that could kill, crookedly smiling at you with that cap in between his pearly white teeth. “What’re you doin’ over there, baby? C’mere.” He snips the cap from his mouth between his fingers like a cigarette, and you obediently come to his beckoning hand and inviting lap. You sit on his thigh, and the rigid material of the jacket stands up on its own. He snickers at you. “Whose jacket is that, babycakes?”
Timidly, you concede, “My Jay’s…”
It amuses him further, giving you a soft look with a flash of his raised brows. “Yeah? S’your Jay’s?” he mimics your melodic response in a twinge of a mocking tone out of endearment. “It’s, uh, little big for you, huh? Your Jay a big guy?” He wasn’t gonna let this go, and you fidget with your hands, looking up at him with those glossy doe-eyes. While he talks, a single finger moves aside the leather to get a peek at your bare chest.
“Huge.” you tell him with stars in your eyes, gesturing size with your hands, and it makes him laugh again, particularly inclined to adore you with a kiss on your cheek.
#1k#2k#indy shoots the shit#thanks for the msg!!#moot: donnie#ch: jason#indy: drabbles#jason todd drabble#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd fic#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd#arkham knight#red hood#red hood fluff#red hood x reader#red hood x you#red hood x y/n#red hood imagine#red hood fic#red hood fanfiction#jason todd imagine
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Sofia Coppola
Archive
Paperback with embossed jacket
21.6 x 28cm, 488 pages
“Archive is the first book by Sofia Coppola, covering the entirety of her singular and influential career in film. Constructed from Coppola’s personal collection of photographs and ephemera, including early development work, reference collages, influences, annotated scripts, and unseen behind-the-scenes documentation, it offers a detailed account of all eight of her films to date. Mapping a course from The Virgin Suicides (1999), through Lost in Translation (2003) and Marie Antoinette (2006), to The Beguiled (2017) and her upcoming feature Priscilla (fall 2023), exploring Priscilla Presley’s early years at Graceland, this luxurious volume reflects on one of the defining and most unmistakable cinematic oeuvres of the twenty-first century.”
Available to pre-order
#sofia coppola#archive#mack books#the virgin suicides#lost in translation#marie antoinette#the beguiled#priscilla#kirsten dunst#emma watson#paris hilton#jason schwartzman#joseph logan#youree henley#andrew durham#the bling ring#somewhere
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[Start ID: 10 photos of a bound book of the I am in Eskew transcripts. Photos 1 through 4 show the casing with and without a dust jacket. The dust jacket is marbled silver and white with the title written on it in black ink, and the casing is black leather with vertical insets of the same silver and white paper, grey book cloth, and red book cloth. Photos 5 through 10 show the inside: the red and black marbled endpapers, the silver and white decoration paper, the title page with an illustration of a bird turning into a city, a translucent vellum page before Chapter Zero: Initiation, the beginning of Chapter 15: Crossroads which displays the red binding, and a closeup of a page from episode 20: Cruelty. /End ID]
I have always had plans to, once I finished the titlecard art pieces, print them with their corresponding transcripts for myself. Then I decided that I wanted to add the lineart pieces. Then I realized that the transcripts were not fully accurate, so I went through and transcribed corrections to match the audio. Then I decided that I wanted to go back and redo a couple of the titlecard pieces, etc, etc. This printed version ended up not including any art-- I don’t have access to a printer which can handle that--but I wanted a physical copy which I could annotate. As a result, this thing is huge. It’s easily twice the size of any book I’ve bound before, and the cut edges are a bit wonky, but I’m still really happy with it.
#i am in eskew#my art#bookbinding#Part of the reason I prioritized this now even though I am so close to being done with the titlecards#Is because I am moving at the end of the month#and I won't have access to most of my art supplies for a couple of months at the very least#Also because. New city. New region. All alone travelling thousands of miles and living in a new part of the world.#Perfect time to read Eskew#I did do a proof of concept bind of Correspondence with my art in it a couple of months ago.#But I like this much better
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a/n: save me, preppy!bf danheng. save me, please, preppy!bf danheng. im so normal about him its not funny anymore. i need him. i badly need him in my life rn its actually criminal how hes not beside me reading our silly little books together. also consider this my little belated valentines gift <3
bf!danheng who smells of old books, coffee and vanilla flowers.
bf!danheng who writes you little handwritten notes and slips them into the pockets of your coat or jacket.
bf!danheng whose favorite authors are edgar allan poe, albert camus and fyodor dostoevsky.
bf!danheng who’s such a gentle lover, every word of praise that comes from his lips is nothing but sincere and sickeningly enamored.
“you look beautiful. you are beautiful.”
bf!danheng who’s an honor student and tutors you at the library after class hours.
bf!danheng who lets you borrow his sweaters and crewnecks, sometimes even letting you keep them with the reason being ‘they look better on you’.
bf!danheng who casually hands you an annotated book out of nowhere.
“i finished the book. you were talking about it a week ago.”
bf!danheng who recites to you the most romantic poems as you both lay on the grass, under the starry night.
“she walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
and all that’s best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her eyes;
thus mellowed to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies.”
bf!danheng who reads his book beside you on the couch, arm around your shoulders and head leaning to yours.
bf!danheng who always remembers little details about you, whether you mentioned it in passing or he overheard you telling it to your friends.
bf!danheng who notices everything about you.
“you fiddle with your ring when you’re bored.”
bf!danheng who falls in love with you more and more when you randomly blurt out a quote in the hushed nights you two spend together.
“it is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
“that’s shakespeare. you’ve always loved that quote.” he looks over at you, a fond expression gracing his pretty face.
bf!danheng who greets you with a kiss to your temple everytime without fail.
bf!danheng whose heart jumps a little bit faster when you push his glasses up his nose with a pointed finger and your nose scrunched up cutely at him.
bf!danheng who kisses you passionately and slow, taking his time ‘cause he feels like it’s only a matter of time before something inevitably pull you away cruelly from his hold.
bf!danheng who blinks slowly, blush rushing to his ears, when you smile at him and promise him you’ll be with him for evermore.
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#tim writes.#hsr danheng#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr fluff#honkai star rail danheng#danheng x reader#danheng fluff#danheng#dan heng#imbibitor lunae#dan heng x you#dan heng x reader#dan heng fluff#hsr dan heng#danheng x you#honkai x reader#honkai star rail fluff
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Their love languages
Fluff drabbles of the Slytherin boys love languages x reader
Love languages are how one expresses their affection/love towards their romantic (or also platonic) partner. There’s physical touch, words of affirmation, gifting things, acts of service and quality time. This is my imagination of what each of the Slytherin boys would have as theirs :) (of course everyone can practice several but these are just what I imagine are their strong suits)
Mattheo Riddle:
Definitely physical touch, it makes him feel especially connected to you
Likes to cuddle when falling asleep and definitely won’t let go
Back hugs >>> you can recognize the way he tightly hugs you immediately at this point
When you’re out in public you can count on him always either holding your hand or having his arm around your waist, it shows that you are together and that he loves having you close to him
Tom Riddle:
Loves spending quality time with you because when it’s just you two he feels like he can be completely himself and have deep talks
He likes to plan small things that both of you would enjoy
Reads together with you by the fireplace and loves to exchange books, occasionally annotates his books for you to read afterwards (isn’t he just so dreamy besides the part of him being a psychopath )
Takes you to antique stores in hogsmead to show you his favorite things, he could spend hours with you wandering hidden or lost places knowing you’d both have the best time
Theodore Nott:
Is always down to do anything you wish, Theo’s is therefore acts of service <3
You being cold is not something that’ll ever fly under his radar, he will give you his jacket anytime, without you asking for it
Although he isn’t that good himself in class, he will always try to help you with things you couldn’t do on time
Surprisingly a good cook, makes you authentic pasta dishes or just food you crave to make you happy- dinner dates are therefore also amazing
Blaise Zabini:
Not only is he a good friend (actually that’s kinda canon, like I think he’s pretty good to Malfoy) but also a great boyfriend who will reassure you all the time, so his is words of affirmation
Always knows how to comfort you when you’re feeling down
Anytime you look good, he will hype you up and make you feel like the queen you are
He is you’re biggest supporter always, and you can count on him believing in you which is such a important factor in a relationship
A guy that can actually talk about emotions without feeling “too feminine”
Enzo Berkshire:
In a world of boys he’s a gentleman, aka acts of service
Will do anything to make your life easier, as he thinks you shouldn’t have to worry about stressful daily chores nor just the basic things
Carries your bag and books, opens all doors obviously, gives you his jacket
When he’s in your dorm, he likes to clean and make it look nice for you- even buys you new decor sometimes to make it nicer
Say you’re in insufferable heels? Man will go down, take them off for you and carry you :)
Draco Malfoy:
He screams gift giving, showering you with all the lavish things he can possibly give you, just to make you feel happy
Of course you like him beyond his money, but with it comes luxury too and who doesn’t like that
Sometimes he just gives you small things during the week like jewelry or flowers, but he goes all out on big gifts when it’s a special day
Random headcanon: he gave you a freaking cat for your birthday because you’ve always found them cute, and you two then took care of it together
He’s great at making personal gifts too, like creating or having something made to remember a certain pleasant memory you both share
#slytherin boys react#slytherin#harry potter#fanfic#oneshot#drabble#cute#love language#draco malfoy#fluff#tom marvolo riddle#tom riddle#mattheo riddle#theodore nott#enzo berkshire#blaise zabini#slytherin boys#slytherin boys x reader
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This guy is wearing AllSaints’s Jasper biker jacket. Once of the best leather bikers AllSaints every made. The padded banding on the arms and shoulders broadens a guy out, makes him take up more space. Soft goats leather casually stretches over his muscles as he takes another drag.
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I h3ad cannon athat all the batfam members have had/are still in their emo/goth phases.
Example:
Bruce dressed as a bat and punches criminals at night (I also head cannon that he listens to the rolling stones and MCR)
Anyways thoughts?
Also what were the other batfam members emo/goth phases like?
Dick: He was hella neurotic in his late Robin/early Nightwing days. That plus his mullet and guitar tells me he probably tried to live out of a used van he bought for $700 after a fight with Bruce only to come home a week later when someone knocked on his window.
Jason: He's the theater/classic lit goth. When he was younger he would read by the glow of a candelabra even though the lights work perfectly fine. Post-resurrection, he graduates to the biker anarchist who has no problem launching a molotov at a CEO's mansion.
Tim: He's from the 90s. He's sitting in that Y2K grunge-emo-punk gray area where his playlist is a mix of the Clash, Nirvana, and Green Day. He's coloring his hair with Kool-Aid, playing with makeup, ripping his own clothes, and talking about new songs on AOL.
Damian: He's aiming for dark academia, but that's hard to pull off if you know what American schools look like. He annotates the margins of his books with notes he thinks are insightful but are actually just basic observations. Also he listens to Imagine Dragons.
Duke: This kid isn't emo or goth, he is a punk through and through. Sassing the cops? Jumping off a bridge? Leading a ragtag vigilante team? If he wanted to, I bet he can pull off a leather jacket with some homemade spikes while blasting Bad Brains and Death.
Cullen: Canonically, he watches anime and Supernatural, and I've made a lot of Tumblr references with him. He's definitely your quintessential 2010s emo nerd—Black Parade, fandoms, the whole shabang. He also definitely followed Dan and Phil.
Stephanie: She strikes me as the early 2000s pop-punker—think MySpace and Avril Lavigne. She probably had a Not Like Other Girls phase that she quickly grew out of. I can see her cutting posters out of magazines and sneaking her MP3 under an oversized hoodie.
Cassandra: She canonically listens to Killswitch Engage, so I like to imagine what she was like as a baby metalhead. Maybe she thrifted a Pantera shirt and chopped her hair with safety scissors. And at concerts she's absolutely up front when the wall of death happens.
Barbara: I think she dabbled in a little bit of everything without ever outwardly expressing it. Her playlist is all over the board, from softer rock to screamo. She also experimented with makeup a little, like black lipstick, and is more involved in the activism side of things.
Harper: She's definitely industrial punk with a huge emphasis on the DIY aspect of the subculture. She strings soda tabs into chains, turns old screws into boot spikes, and even learned to give herself tattoos. She also absolutely has a drawer full of patch pants.
Carrie: She's a TikTok e-girl, leaning into the pinks and purples along with black and white. She turns fishnet leggings into gloves and has a bunch of animal ear headbands. She also listens to Melanie Martinez and Tame Impala regardless of if they count as alternative.
Kate: Queer people play a huge role in the punk scene and vice versa. I can absolutely see Kate jamming out to an early Pansy Division track or searching places like Bandcamp to support smaller indie artists. Also she has a jacket that says "Nazi punks fuck off."
Alfred: Before punk and its subgenres, Alfred was canonically a delinquent and in that day, delinquency meant gelled-up hair and moving like Elvis. The hair didn't work out for him, but he was able to catch one of the first shows Buddy Holly played in London.
Selina: Alt cultures are based on not having much and working with what you got. Selina would use the five-finger discount at big-box stores and save her money to support small businesses. She also went around listening to free local rock shows on Fridays.
Bruce: He listened to the Rolling Stones before, but his first real intro to the scene was a handmade zine he found on the floor at school. From there, he explored more underground artists and took up journaling as a way to vent his feelings. And then: Batman.
#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#cullen row#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#barbara gordon#harper row#carrie kelley#kate kane#alfred pennyworth#selina kyle#bruce wayne#batman#batfamily#batfam#batboys#batbros#batkids#batsiblings#batman family#dc comics#headcanon#ask#anonymous
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some Dean brain rot: (written on my phone because my laptop is dead, and ion want to charge it rn)
Dean is the type of boyfriend, that when you smack his ass playfully, you better start running—
Sure he’s gonna catch you, throw you over his shoulder if possible, and return the favor as your squealing/begging him to put you down.
Dean is the type of guy to just leech onto you when you sleep in the same bed.
Like a koala bear, hes attached, and you won’t be able to escape until morning.
Dean the type of guy that when you mention once that bikers are hot, he’s got a whole date planned.
I’m talking about backpacking as he drives y’all, (I’m thinking like those cheesy scenes in movies where the couple watches the sunset and then makes out) to the place he found, press his lips to yours as the sun disappears on the horizon.
And if it’s a private, hidden area….👀
Dean’s the type of guy to notice the small things that get you hot and bothered, and boy, does he abuse them.
He’s the type of guy to track your cycle, ensuring that he has everything stocked up for you when hell week rolls around.
The type of guy to give you his jacket if you decide to pass the fuck out in the back of Baby.
Or maybe he has one of your favorite blankets tucked away just in case.
The type of guy to read and annotate your favorite book as a gift. Don’t worry, he bought a separate copy from your well-worn one. Oh, and don’t tell Sam.
Sam definitely found out and teased him for weeks.
The kind of guy to put his jewelry on you. His ring? Yep that’s on your finger when he’s out on a hunt. A bracelet? You were just chilling when he slipped that on.
Speaking of jewelry, he went out of his way to get a necklace with your initial on it, and wears it nearly everywhere.
And then maybe, he might’ve gone out and found a delicate chain with a lovely ‘D’ pendant hanging from it for you.
oh yeah, after seeing you where it, especially if it’s like a casual, lean over something and it just dangles? He’s dragging you off to somewhere private.
Imagine him tagging along with you so you can get the anti-possession tattoo…and then just kinda disappearing…
He has your name on his collarbone now.
You probably yelled at him for it, telling him how stupid it was to get a name tattooed. He doesn’t care, and you learn to warm up to it.
Absolutely puts Sam first. No doubt. But you should have known that.
However, if the three of you hunt together, and it comes between Sam and you? It’s still Sam.
But he’s pulling out every trick in the book to get you back.
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my home | joshua hong
pairing: joshua (svt) x gn!reader
notes: tooth-aching fluff, swearing, established relationship, pet names, a drop of angst, platonic!svt x reader, and a clingy joshua hong.
words count: 1.4k
summary: the members can always rely on joshua whenever they feel down and tired. thankfully, joshua has you in his life to fall back on.
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"hi joshy, you okay?" you called from the other line. you had the phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder as you tried to sort out the papers that you still need to annotate.
you received a text from joshua asking if you were awake while you were trying to write your research paper. knowing that he probably just finished rehearsals, you’ve decided to call your boyfriend instead.
“what happened to baby?” joshua asked from the other line.
“what do you mean?” you asked, confused.
“i’m just joshy now to you?” you could feel the pout forming in his lips, making you roll your eyes and laugh at how childish your boyfriend is being.
“i fucking hate you,” you laughed as you took a hold of your phone, choosing to leave the papers for next morning.
“first it was joshy, now you hate me?” joshua whined jokingly “are you trying to break up with me?”
“did you just get back from practice?” you asked, choosing to drop whatever this banter you’ve managed to create.
“yeah,” joshua hummed softly. “they made us stay for an extra hour than they usually do, since the comeback date is almost in sight.”
“have you eaten yet?” you asked, already on your way to the kitchen to pack left over kimchi stew that your mom made while she was in your apartment earlier. maybe your mom knew you were going to give some to the boys— either way, you’re still thankful.
“no, but i’ll probably just sleep it off.” he mumbled from the other line. “‘m too tired to cook.”
“ya!” you yelled from the other line. “i’m already on my way to bring you food. just stay put!” the persistence in your tone was evident.
you were rushing to put everything in a tote bag so you can be on your way. you didn’t even bother to change out from your pyjamas and decided to just throw on a jacket instead.
“it’s already late, angel.” joshua laughed at how insistent you were. he knew early on that there’s no way of stopping you. “and what about your paper?”
“i’ll drive, don’t worry! i’ll be there in 15.” you said, already on your way to your car. “besides, i’m not in the mood to write it anymore, i’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
“angel, you have to be careful, okay?” you heard joshua say. “you’re not actually the best driver.” he was joking. kinda.
“at night,” you added but all you heard was an unconvinced hum from your boyfriend. “shuji!” you gasped.
“okay, drive carefully, angel! can’t use your phone while driving!” joshua stated, urging you to end the call before you can even respond.
you’ve learned to be careful around joshua—seeing that dating someone with a huge following will never be easy. so at times when he would need a pick me up, you’re willing to drop everything for him. much like what he does for you.
but you’ve learned to live with it, cope with it, and accept it. because you could never ask for someone better than your joshuji.
you sent a quick text to joshua, saying you’ve arrived. as soon as you reached his floor, he was already waiting in the hall for you— arms spread out, waiting for you to tackle him into a hug.
and you do. you’ll always give him the biggest hug— even if you’re carrying a heavy tote bag with a large container of stew. “i’ve missed you, shuji.” you sighed as your buried your face on the crook of his neck.
“where’s yn? i was promised food.” seungcheol peers into the hallway, popping out of nowhere. he saw the fairly large bag that you’re carrying and saw the stew inside. “kimchi jjigae! this is perfect!”
“you brat,” you squinted your eyes at him. “that’s for my boyfriend!”
“yn, there’s enough to feed more than 10 people here!” seungcheol groaned. “your boyfriend doesn’t even eat that much!”
“i packed that much because i knew if i only packed a small serving, joshua would still let the members have it even though he’s hungry.” you pointed out, giving joshua a side eye.
“it’s nice to know that you think of us when it comes to packing food,” cheol sarcastically said.
“okay, that’s enough,” joshua laughed. “let’s go inside, i’ll text the other members if they’re up for food.”
the dorm became lively again. the rest of the members came with glee in their eyes, even though they’re visibly tired. they welcomed you with warm hugs and overwhelming gratitude. it was times like these that you were grateful how far your friendship with them has taken you.
the members were gathered in the table, each having their own conversations. joshua was just watching them with a smile on his face, quietly observing them.
“okay, baby, you have to eat.” you said as you served him a bowl of stew a small portion of rice.
“you didn’t have to do any of this angel,” joshua said softly, looking up at you with kind eyes. he felt bad that you had to ditch writing your paper but he knew there was no way of stopping you from getting what you want.
“i know,” you said, caressing joshua’s face. “but i wanted to.” joshua looked up at you with a loving smile, leaning back as you stood behind his chair.
“i wish joshua gave me that look,” hoshi pouts before stuffing his mouth full of stew, making the group laugh.
joshua was still resting his head on your torso, eyes closed and definitely not eating.
“joshua hong, i practically ran over 2 red lights so i can bring you food. you have to eat.” you scolded him.
joshua groaned, not even bothering to do so. instead, he grabbed both your arms and wrapped them around him.
“ynnie, 2 red lights?” dk asked as if you’ve grown two heads “wah, i’m still surprised how you got your license.” dk joked making you stick your tongue out at him.
“hey, at least i’m not as bad as soonyoung!” you said in defence, pouting.
“yah! i’m not a bad driver!” hoshi argued.
“soonie, i saw how hard jihoon was holding on to the grab handles the one time i asked you to drive my car.”
joshua laughed at your counter argument, making you direct your attention back at him. “yah! do you want me to feed you, hong jisoo? i told you to eat and quit skipping your meals.”
“ooh, they’re mad now.” dino commented quietly “they called hyung by his korean name.” the group snickered, making you throw daggers at them.
“i don’t need to eat, angel,” joshua coos “just having you here by my side is enough to fill my appetite.”
joshua’s cheesy comment made the entire group groan in disgust, including you. he, on the other hand, found it hilarious. joshua knew how much they hate it when he spews out corny shit like that.
“i think i just lost my appetite,” seungkwan mumbled, dropping his utensils. a mutter of agreements passed around the table, urging them to clear the table faster.
in just a matter of a few minutes, you and joshua were left alone in the kitchen as the rest of the members gathered in the living room to give you two some space.
“i thought they’d never leave,” joshua sighed in content as he urged you to sit beside him, pulling your chair closer to him. “i missed you, angel.”
“did you have to make a cheesy comment like that?”
“if i didn’t, they will never leave us alone.” joshua pouts at your incredulous look. he knew you hated cheesy comments even before you two started dating. “the members love you a lot and i don’t have the energy to compete for your attention.”
joshua’s childish yet understandable comment makes you laugh. “joshua hong, when did you get so clingy?”
“why do you keep calling me by my full name?” joshua whined. “did i do something i wasn’t aware of? am i not worthy of being your baby?”
“no,” you laughed “but it’s adorable that you’re that serious over a pet name.”
“angel, we’ve been dating for over a year now. you know how serious i can be over things like these.” joshua pouts, making you pinch his cheeks.
“you’re cute,” you giggled.
“i know,” joshua gave you a toothy smile.
“now eat,” you deadpanned.
BONUS: the adventures of you and shuji
just had to write this lil brain rot because i miss joshua 😪
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My aesthetic
hating school but loving to learn
messy and smudged cursive written in black ink
almost illegible notes
room full of house plants
candles everywhere because ew electric lights
scattered papers all over the floor and desk
owning a bookshelf but half of the books are in piles on the floor
obsessed with David Bowie, Queen and any other rock stars from the 70s
studying with music but the genre of music changes every 10 songs
drinking way too much tea and coffee
sleep?
shelves if trinkets collected from walks (rocks, crystals, bones, dried flowers)
annotating classics with words like "LMAO" and "that's rough buddy"
rereading dead poets society, the secret history and the picture of Dorian Gray a million times
obsessed with astronomy
researching topics and conspiracy theories at 3am
scrolling through TikTok and Pintrest instead or studying
Reading horror books (Lovecraft and Poe)
Only wearing Doc martens and converse cuz they're the only shoes i own
mixing grunge (flannels, ripped jeans, band tees, fishnets) with fancy clothes (grandpa sweaters, collard shirts, dress pants, blazers)
leather jackets covered in pins (bonus points if they're handmade)
loving cryptids and all things supernatural
crimes, sci-fi or horror movies playing in the background while studying
notes covered in doodles
hair constantly being messily pulled back
way too much jewellery
heavy eye makeup (bonus points if slept without taking off)
loving the rain/ dancing in the rain
Mars bars and mint aeros
book pages beside band posters on walls
obsessed with eyes ( but can't make eye contact)
spending cold days at art galleries, museums, and libraries
playing punk rock on guitar and classical music on piano
having the same hairstyle for 3 years
ink and paint covered hands
in love with the moon
talking to the moon and stars
freaking out about failing a test and then getting 100%
Greek Mythology
"Achilles was a bottom"
sleeping with 10 blankets
crying about dead historic figures in the middle of the night
using halloween decorations as everyday decorations
POMEGRANTE
justice for pluto
protesting women's and lgbtq rights
ranting about the issues of misogyny in ancient greece
coffee stained paper
finding random things in pockets
singing songs in different languages but not knowing what the lyrics mean
chipped nail polish
A bowl of used matches
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Everything, Everywhere
Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader
Warnings:
Summary: his lover is laying there, laying under 6 feet under the grass. Gone to the world. The love of his life: gone. Yet, he stills comes every week, to smile at her, and tell her that one day he’ll join her, but he promised her to live to the fullest… so he will.
He sits there, in front of the stone. It’s a pretty stone, with flowers painted on it, because his mother tried to make the stone pretty by painting on it.
He smiles at her, cutting the ends off the flowers he bought for her, making sure to cut them at a 45 degree angle so they last longer. It’s a bouquet of spring flowers, because the season is changing and he is going to the U.S. for a couple months, he wants the flowers to look right of the time.
He places the flowers out, making them look nice. He’s always known that the fact he never got over her was considered weird, but how could he: she was perfect and now she’s gone.
“How are ya doing, love?… I hope your well, I’m well. My life is going well… it’s weird, not having you around to fight of the groupies.”
He laughs warmly, smiling with that twinkle in his eyes, taking a memory of her arguing with a groupie because the girl was getting too close to him.
___
“Honey, why were you being like that?”
His lover grumbles from the side of him as they walk home form the pub, her arms crossed and his jacket over her shoulders.
“She was too fuckin close! She was too close. I didn’t like it.”
He sighs, moving closer, arm draped over her shoulders, pressing his lips too her forehead.
“Y/n, I’m not going to leave ya for some lass in the pub…”
She grumbles again, but she becomes a little less tense with his words.
___
“You were a funny gal… you really made me happy…”
The light in his eyes is lots at the need to use past tense when talking about her… she’s gone.
He can’t admit it, he doesn’t want to: why would he want to. He loves her, he can’t stop his love for her, but she’s not coming back. SHE IS NOT COMING BACK. He can’t say it out loud…
“I’m going on tour soon, I’m going to (your home city)… I’m gonna see your parents, celebrate your birthday with them… I’m so thankful that they let you stay in Ireland with me… I’m so thankful…”
He smiles back at the stone, her name cared into it with a curvy font. ‘Loving Daughter, Sister, Friend and Wife’. They weren’t even married, they never got the chance to get married, but her parents surprised him by putting wife on it: he cried when he read it. He wept and wept.
He still weeps.
He fiddles with the flower on her grave, trying to distract himself from the pain.
“Ermmm… I’ve got another album coming out… and I read that book you got me for my birthday, why didn’t you tell me you annotated it? I cried when I read your handwritten…”
He laughs warmly, running his hand through his hair.
“Your handwriting is so messy… and what possessed you to write in that awful purple pen?”
___
“Christ! Why are ya writin’ like that?”
She giggles, poking the pen into his arm, drawing on his arm and hurting him at the same time.
“Oi, I like this pen, it’s a nice colour.”
“It’s also blinding.”
He grumbles standing behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, kissing the back of her head and nuzzling into her hair.
“Come on, ya couldn’t have just written in black or blue?”
That sets her off, now she’s talking his ear off about how much she hates blue pen, his heart just melts as she talks with her hands.
___
He laughs that full belly laugh, the laugh that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and makes his smile wide, gorgeous.
“God! You were so fuckin funny! Good God… you were extraordinary…”
His thoughts break through, usually he would think about his own music when he was at her grave, Work Song is a constant in his mind… but he did that song with Noah Kahan recently, all he can think about is Everything, Everywhere… the title alone makes his breath shoulder, she was everything, she is everywhere.
“We cried, ‘oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh’
Everything, everywhere
I wanna love you ‘till we’re food for the worms to eat
‘Till our fingers decompose
Keep my hand in yours…”
The lyrics are soft on his lips.
He’s sang to her before, dead or alive. He felt like she was listening, he knew she wasn’t. He never believed in ghosts or the afterlife, it’s a warming concept, but is it true? He doubts it is. But he finds warmth in knowing that the plot next to his lover is bought and waiting for him.
It’s sad… he bought it the same day he bought hers.
He knows he’s still young, he knows he could find another, he could find many more… but the sheer idea of having another woman the way he had her makes him sick. It feels like cheating.
“Ya know, I made a song…. I make loads of songs, you know that… I made one about us… well, I’m telling the people it’s about characters in Dante’s Inferno…… it’s about how I would do it again… I would love you again even with the knowledge of what’s to come…”
“It’s a nice thought… well not nice, but ya know what I mean… I love the idea of meeting you again… even if it’s in hell.”
He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Christ… what I would do to have you here or be there with you?”
He sighs, looking at the time on his phone… he’s gotta go. He doesn’t want too.
“I’m sorry, honey… I’ve gotta go… I’m sorry… I’ll visit when I can… I’ll be back I promise.”
His words are too soothe a nonexistent being, the being is gone, yet he still acts like he’s talking to his living lover.
He blows her a kiss, and leaving her grave behind. His heartbreaking yet again at having to leave. Wishing he could lie in the ground with her forever…
Im sorry. Im so, so sorry.
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