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#so HERE WE ARE <3
trustiskingandqueen · 2 months
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olu is just so beautiful <3
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thursdatt · 4 months
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nibbly wants a sacrifice and wiggly wants his wrath... what are you waiting for, give it to them! :D
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flaine · 11 months
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TIMESTAMP ROULETTE ✩ 1.13 | Sectionals
“Look, all we have going for us is that we believe in ourselves and what we’re singing about. If we can show the judges that... we might have a shot at this thing.”
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https-hunter · 2 months
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impvrities · 4 days
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・。    [  jeong  jaehyun    .    cis  man  .    he/him  ]  -  HARLAN  “HARLEY”  BYUN  was    blasting    MORNING  BLUE BY  GIANT  ROOKS    on    the    sidewalk    in    austin  today  .    according    to    other    atx    residents    ,  the    TWENTY-FIVE    year    old      ILLUSTRATOR  +  FREELANCE  GRAPHIC  DESIGNER    has  been    given    a    reputation    of    being  -  JUDGMENTAL  ,    but  also      +  ERUDITE  .    [  SCATTERED  BLOTCHES  OF  INK  FOUND  DRIED  ACROSS  HIS  HANDS  AT  ANY  GIVEN  TIME,  THE  LINGERING  SCENT  OF  WARM  VANILLA  AND  LYCHEE,  &  THE  LIGHTENING  OF  COFFEE  WITH  ONE  TOO  MANY  CREAMERS  ADDED  ]
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FULL  NAME:  harlan  byun
NICKNAMES:  harley
BIRTHDAY:  september  5th,  1998
BIRTHPLACE:  anchorage,  alaska
STAR  SIGN:  virgo
SEXUALITY:  bisexual  /  biromantic
HEIGHT:  5’11”
EYE  COLOR:  dark  brown
HAIR  COLOR:  black
BUILD:  lean  muscular
OCCUPATION: illustrator / freelance graphic designer
SPOKEN  LANGUAGES:  english,  korean,  &  russian
HOBBIES:  drawing,  reading,  collecting  special  editions  of  his  favorite  books,  playing  the  drums  &  knitting
BIO
his  parents  love  story  is  described  as  an  uneventful  one  by  his  mother  but  his  father  claims  the  contrary  since  he  was  the  one  who  ended  up  with  a  boiling  hot  cappuccino  spilled  across  his  dress  shirt
a  supposed  meet  cute  if  one  considers  having  to  take  the  man  they  spilled  their  coffee  on  to  the  nearby  emergency  room  to  make  sure  it  didn’t  leave  any  long  lasting  burns
his  mom  was  an  environmental  protections  specialist  who  valued  taking  care  of  the  ocean  and  the  vast  beauty  of  alaska’s  nature,  while  his  father  was  the  assistant  district  attorney  in  anchorage
harley  was  born  four  years  into  their  marriage,  the  middle  child  between  his  older  brother  and  his  younger  sister.  his  father,  lover  of  taking  trips  driving  his  harley  davidson  across  the  alaska-canada  highway  for  scenic  views,  played  the  long  game  by  planting  the  seed  of  the  name  harlan  as  an  option,  claiming  a  deep  appreciation  of  novelist  harlan  ellison,  but  really  wanting  to  have  a  kid  named  after  his  harley  motorcycle
to  this  day,  harley  is  well  aware  of  his  namesake  after  riding  behind  his  father  on  one  of  his  weekend  trips,  and  he  thinks  his  mom  has  caught  on  with  his  nickname  always  having  been  harley  and  never  called  harlan  (  only  when  he’s  in  trouble  )
his  family  was  an  eclectic  bunch,  a  mixture  of  hippie  like  attitudes  from  his  mother  and  the  odd  combo  of  his  by-the-books  father  who  could  flip  a  switch  to  the  spontaneous  man  he  became  once  he  left  work.  his  parents  encouraged  harley  and  his  siblings  to  find  their  passion  in  life  like  they  had  and  it  took  some  time  for  harley  to  realize  that  his  love  for  drawing  could  be  that
harley  in  school  was  known  as  the  class  clown  with  an  uncanny  ability  to  filter  in  and  out  of  friend  groups  with  an  ease.  to  harley,  there  wasn’t  anything  blocking  a  possible  friendship  or  connection  of  you  found  common  ground  in  a  conversation.  he  had  his  eye  on  rhode  island  school  of  design  for  college  and  what  better  way  then  rubbing  elbows  with  the  best  students  in  each  subject  to  make  up  a  study  group  and  have  their  fairy  dust  of  knowledge  sprinkle  down  on  him
for  someone  with  a  reputation  for  cracking  jokes  and  easy  going  nature,  harley  inherited  his  father’s  ability  to  flip  between  unserious  to  full  attention  at  the  drop  of  a  hat.  he  knows  how  to  have  fun  while  recognizing  when  a  situation  calls  for  something  more  serious
while  he  wasn’t  valedictorian  of  his  class,  he  did  manage  to  win  prom  king  and  secure  a  spot  at  his  dream  school  in  rhode  island  to  study  illustration.  college  passed  by  the  same  as  high  school,  semesters  blurring  by  in  a  mixture  of  parties  and  buckling  down  to  sharpen  his  craft
fast  forward  to  age  23  and  harley  finds  himself  in  austin,  texas  after  an  offer  from  a  small  publishing  company  to  take  him  on  as  a  children’s  book  illustrator  for  books  they  contract.  it  pays  good  enough  for  harley  to  support  himself  and  he’s  become  best  friends  with  the  middle  aged  woman  who’s  his  supervisor  so  it’s  a  win  win
while  in  college  harley  learned  how  to  use  adobe  suites  and  after  a  school  project  of  recreating  a  book  cover  for  a  famous  book,  harley  realized  how  fun  he  found  the  experience.  since  then  he’s  been  growing  his  portfolio  and  has  been  freelancing  his  skills  to  self-publishing  authors  and  publishing  houses  alike  to  help  create  book  covers  and  jackets.
he’s  been  in  austin  for  two  years  now  and  is  finally  feeling  like  he’s  comfortable  with  where  he  is  in  life  and  is  even  considering  maybe  later  on  moving  to  seattle  or  new  york  is  he’s  able  to  secure  a  full  time  position  as  a  book  cover  designer  at  one  of  the  major  publishing  houses
rn  harley  is  just  vibing  !!  here  to  have  fun  and  create  stories  for  him  to  yap  to  his  work  bestie  about  by  the  coffee  machine.  loves  to  go  to  estate  sales  and  buy  cool  (  useless  )  bits  and  bobs  for  his  apartment  and  collecting  special  editions  of  his  fave  books  so  you  may  catch  him  hunched  over  his  laptop  trying  to  outbid  some  other  loser  for  a  first  edition  book
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sxturdaysun · 9 months
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[slides this to you across the table] have i told you about the og love of my life, my favorite gamer boy, my husband, Matt Death Note?
( template . picrew . all art by @strawberrisoulmate <3 )
bonus notes:
implied post-canon
matt isn't a hacker in the sense that he actively has a job; he only does it when mello asks him to.
similarly, mello will occasionally ask my insert to proofread the novels and other such documents he's written. he pays her for this as well, but only because he won't accept her refusal. she doesn't count that as "a job."
technically, wammy's still pays us for being smart orphans lmao
LOOK AT OUR DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
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neacle · 2 years
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Mystery man, woman phantom
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Is what I am seeing real?
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I’ll be your Enigma
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flodaya · 11 months
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enough about the slutty shirt, all i can focus on is her legs and the slit of her dress going all the way up
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partiallypearl · 2 years
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“Daughter of Apollo or not, I think I could be useful on this quest. C’mon, gimme a chance?” 
“You aren’t gonna stop asking until I say yes huh?” 
“Yup!” 
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happyheidi · 8 months
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𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺-𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇 | 𝖨𝖦: 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺_𝖺𝗋𝗍
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sadmages · 8 months
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In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet
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sapsolace · 3 months
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obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]
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slipperyskell · 2 months
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POV: ur an enemy and it’s Astarion’s turn in combat
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inkskinned · 5 months
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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.
the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.
friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.
if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!
what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!
people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.
you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.
your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.
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thewizardhole · 3 months
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my tavs and their romantic partners
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myrkulitescourge · 5 months
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the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
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just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
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