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glowstickia · 4 years

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10 Questions

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Tagging: @allislaughter @luke-fone-fabre @saintdeanthomas @tea-and-tarot-with-allie@kineticallyanywhere @panconkiwi @diredigression AND YOU! If you’re reading this and you really wanna do it TAG YOU’RE IT!

Rules: Answer these questions, then create 10 new ones and tag 10 people.

1. If you could have any kind of art, what would you get?

um...I love watercolor? Its chaotic and the way the paint naturally gradulates on the paper and it reminds me a lot of uh this really wonderful program I run at work when we can have volunteers. Its called OMA or Opening Minds through Art and volunteers are paired with elders who have dementia. It lets the artists have a chance to be creative (cause in nursing homes, everything is scheduled. meds this time, meals this time. etc) and like have a choice in to paint what they wanna paint.

I have some pieces from previous art shows on my walls at home. It’s all abstract, but there are stories behind each of them. They mean a lot to me, because I know the residents who painted them and some of them I was even there for when they painted them. AND WELL I also get to play around the paints too :D Its really fun and sometimes I enjoy the heck out of the results like:

This is one I painted earlier this year as an example for the artists. I love coming up with titles haha. This one I called “Drag Racing After Midnight” just cause of the streaks of color and I was listening to ‘Quarter Past Midnight’ by Bastille a lot the night before I had painted this.

Ngl I have no idea if I answered this properly lol But like, this program means a lot to me and I miss it dearly, so I’d love to have OMA art again...

2. What’s your favorite MET gala outfit?

Um...I have no idea??? I don’t pay attention to it...but maybe the Joan D’Arc one. Because yea.

3. If you never had to worry about rules or practicality/upkeep, what kind of hair would you have?

oh gosh uh big curls with an ombre of teal and purple because dyed hair is so damn pretty.... I love curls. They’re so cute~ Istg if my hair didn’t weight so much....lots of hair too like dang. Looks good.

4. Who’d you have a celebrity crush on as a preteen? (If you’re aro/ace or didn’t have one - what band were you obsessed with?)

...I honest to god do not know celebrities and didn’t have any crushes but uuuuh was a fan of Britany Spears, N*SYNC, & Backstreet Boys when I was a preteen hahaha because dats right I’m a 90′s child.

5. Did you ever follow an embarrassing fad/trend?

No? It’s only embarrassing if you let it be. It’s okay to enjoy things that are trending. And...honestly I don’t uh pay attention to fads or trends to even register they are fads or trends.........

Wait, Homestuck would count as this wouldn’t it? EH. Ain’t embarrassed. The music slapped and I got good good friends out of it. :3

6. Favorite musical? (If you hate musicals you are free to rant about how terrible they are here)

GOSH UUUUH Wicked is one of my all time faves. Elphaba and Galinda were roommates oh my god were they roommates. What is this Feeling? LOATHING (enemies to friends to best friends to enemies??? to lovers yes)

Also Matilda. The movie was my jam growing up and is one of my comfort movies. Saw the musical with my long time bestie last year (she and I had seen Wicked several times together) and let me tell you Revolting Children slaps.

7. First social media you remember using? (Could be forums, BBS, whatever)

neopets

8. Most nostalgic piece of media?

.....Inkheart by Cornelia Funke aaaaand Danny Phantom lol OH OH and Matilda because love dat movie yo

9. Favorite outdoor activity?

Reading in a hammock haha okay okay Tubing! :D Haven’t done that in years and I’m sure my back and shoulders would hate me if I ever did it again lol Just flying over the water and then being whipped off cause my uncle whenever he drives the boat just does sharp turns and WOOSH wipe out tube flipped ya done son.

10. Do you have a guilty pleasure?

.........................................yes

My Own Questions:

What are you listening to (song, book, podcast, etc)?

What brings you joy?

Current piece of media you started to consume since quarantine started?

Favorite fanfic trope?

If you could decorate your room/house/etc whatever way you wanted without worrying about how much it’d cost, what would you get?

Would you like an egg in these trying times?

What are you looking forward to?

Favorite thing to snack on?

A walk in the woods, Swim in the ocean, or Spelunking in a cave?

If you had to give a power point presentation you can rant/talk about for hours what would it be?

#as told by glow #asking glow #i had this saved in my drafts and had forgotten all about it until now LOLOLOLOL #whats up yall

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rkmason · 5 years

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2017 SEPTEMBER 6, MAKE A WISH ROME ┄ ·˚

it’s sad to think that this would be the first time in three years that she wouldn’t be spending his birthday with him. the first time in a number of years that she wouldn’t get to see his face ripple from surprise to happiness in a matter of seconds. a small wonder jihyun likes to add to her own very detailed list of things she adored about rome – whether he knows about said list has yet to be disclosed ( though, she was sure he did know a few of her favorite things about him ). this year comes a little too fast, too much happens within the span of days leading up to his birthday that plans that have been made from the month prior are stalled – they’re crossed off her list of things to do and instead changed to fit the time.

gone were the silly costumes and the small, intimate gathering. she’s back to square one and left with nothing but her gifts and an unwritten note before her eyes. she hates to think he’ll be without her this year, so she tries her hardest to make up for it. details are back into place, a new plan in motion as she hurries within the span of a week to get everything in order ( on top of packing her bags and not feeling overly emotional ). she prepares the notes in order; polaroids scattered at the bottom of the box on top of the jacket she has nestled at the bottom. each layer holds a piece of her heart, among the many others she knows rome cares for. if jihyun couldn’t be with him on his birthday, she hopes that a small piece of everyone could make up for it.

she hides the box in the very same place, the most frequented place in her apartment – the coat closet at the end of the hall. a trail of pink sticky notes lead him quick; hung several days too early. the most remarkable is the red one placed at the surface of the box’s cap.

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL YOUR BIRTHDAY ❤ absolutely no peeking !

she has no way of knowing if he’s seen it before his birthday ( a text or so could spoil the surprise ) but she leaves it be, the fate of his gift is in his hands. whether he opens it early or not is if he so wishes – jihyun wouldn’t be there to stop him.

once opened: the box is covered like every other gift he receives from jihyun. a mess of confetti and tissue paper, of crumpled old seoul newspapers and crazy fashion pages. all of which cover up a perfectly wrapped box; sky blue wrapping paper with crisp edges and a red ribbon to lock it in tight. unwrapped lies a black cassette tape with scotch glued to the front. hangang 한강 scrawled in black expo marker casts a name to an otherwise unknown device. beneath the wrapped cassette tape lies another mess of white.

below the second crumpled mess that was white tissue paper and ripped up newspaper was a black letterman jacket; leather on the sleeves, wool lapels and gold accents. on the right side of the lapel, written in white calligraphy was his special moniker B.YU. jihyun knew the saying by heart, how could she not – it was one of the first things she remembered him saying when she first met him. his own special mantra, one that screamed individuality more than anything. another thing added to her list. the back was the prime jewel; written in white ink were names, signatures actually, of all his k-illustrate buddies, of seik and dabin, of his siblings, of yixing, yien, ariel, bobby and her own. ( she was going to get hyemin and jaewon to sign it but she couldn’t only do so much ) and to top it off, along the shoulders were his family’s signatures; a feat that literally did need the week intermission before his birthday, their signatures were the cherry on the cake. and if jihyun couldn’t be with him this year, the least she could do was get his family to somewhat be there. they’d be there with him, at least – hypothetically.

and last, but certainly not least, were the photographs – something that had literally taken ages. what were supposed to be hung from the ceiling of a rented bar were the polaroids that jihyun had spent almost all summer collecting. from june to the very last second of august. each and every polaroid showcased every member she knew loved rome almost as much as she did. of all the people she had garnered signatures from, their faces shine bright in colored print. from those who held the jacket gifted in their hands, to just the people themselves, all smiles and notes written on each white plane. small greetings of birthday cheers and wishes for the birthday boy are scrawled in black ink. a tale jihyun knows will probably take rome ages to get through; especially when it comes to the polaroids of his parents and siblings. she knows it’s not enough but she hopes it makes up for her absence. her own frozen in time in her very own polaroid; the black letterman caved around her thin frame, her face all smiles for the camera, already knowing rome would be the one looking at the image.

her message reads:

happy birthday, love ! oh my god, you’re getting so old. i can’t believe you’re already 22 ! who knew you would survive this long here in seoul ~ ! hah, kidding ~ of course you’d survive. you’re wolverome, you can get through everything you put your mind through ! especially this year, you’ve been through so much and i’m so proud of everything you’ve overcome. i’m especially happy to be by your side, seeing you through everything. your ups and downs ( even though you’re literally the worst and never tell me when you’re hurt, istg if you break your arm again i’m going to break your ears ), and just being with you makes me happy because you’ve just been there and i’ve always needed someone to keep me sane, to remind me that i’m so much more than what i think of myself. that’s why i’m in love with you and continue to love you because you never forget to help me remind myself of who i am. i also love who i’ve become since i’ve been with you, and i’ll never forget it. god, this is so cheesy. i’m running out of space and you better not bug me about any of this later but –

i love you, you goofy sap ❤

it’s all written in english, squiggly writing – nearly scrawled up and down, front and back; all the way from margin to margin until there’s no room left to write.

and the very least is when the ‘hangang’ cassette tape, as it’s so labeled, is placed in the record player he had bought for her on her birthday two years ago. when play is pressed, it begins like any other song. the small change in tone is one jihyun is unfamiliar with when it comes to recording songs, it’s her first korean song she’s been able to record among the many she has written. it’s the first she’s given, ever. the fact that it’s for rome makes it all the more special, especially when he was on her mind the whole two years it took her to write it. of course she had help composing the beat, but the words, themselves, worked out for the best.

they’re from the heart, every which way. truly, madly, deeply the song sparks memories from years ago, even before seoul. of blue seas and a new city to be explored. of a young boy and girl just meeting and blurring the lines of friendship before the first kiss that never came.

( until almost six years later )

it’s a small piece of her heart, a little more of her soul further placed in his hands – this time her voice comes along for the ride. what little she could do is nestled in this box, her heart, her smile – her voice was his to have. her love was already his, anyways.

He’d been through it before. Hell, he could say he’s used to it. Days and even nights in the apartment without her. This is different. It feels empty without her and he used to feel her presence in the place when she wasn’t there. Now as she prepares to move, he feels pieces of himself fall out of place within the four walls. It wasn’t about the fact that she was achieving her dreams. He wanted that for her, he’d do anything to make sure she gets everything she wants, but it was that he felt like he was losing a piece of their history. They’d gone through so much in this apartment alone. His heart had been beaten and brought back to life with such small hands. He’d found sadness and the greatest joy he knows right here. Besides, Domo was starting to accept him more and more these days. Can’t dislike the hand that feeds you and takes you on walks, right?

Leaving the apartment was leaving a piece of his head behind too, hoping she’ll come back to reclaim it and that’s the real reason he’s saddened over it. Because he wishes she could stay in his arms forever but she belongs on a stage. He’s known that from the moment he’s met her and he pushes a sigh away as he opens the door, Domo running in before him once the leash is off. When Domo crosses in front of him with a flash of pink, Rome panics. Fuck, what is this dog eating now? Since moving to Seoul, he’d never searched “can dogs eat _____” so much in his life. Chasing Domo takes a few years off his life and he questions his stamina as he plops down on the couch, smoothing out the paper against his thigh and staring at it confused. “How’d you get this, bud?”

He’s ignored, to which Rome isn’t surprised, as the dog wanders back towards the source and he puzzledly realizes there’s more. Post-its form a line towards a familiar place and he can’t help chuckling under his breath as he opens the closet door, wonders if it’s their own hidden treasure trove because he can’t picture receiving anything he wouldn’t love in this closet. What was once a secret hiding spot for a gift she didn’t think she was ready to give him is clearly painted out for him this time around. It reminds him of how he wanted to make every memory better, stronger, the way he feels around her. The reason he wanted to go back to the beach from that night is probably the same reason she wanted to do this again because they deserve happier stories, because embracing their past and moving on to the future is what he does best when he has her. He can take on the whole world as long as he has her on his side.

The next few days feel like pure torture and after being asked if he already opened it when he sent her a snapchat of his discovery, he told himself he had to have the will to wait. Rome can’t say patience isn’t a strong point of his when he waited so long to be with her. A few days to wait for whatever she’s prepared to capture his heart all over again isn’t too bad. His patience dwindles the closer to his birthday it gets and if it wasn’t for his friends taking him out, he would’ve opened it right at midnight, would’ve opened it during the phone call he makes to her just to hear her voice. He had no idea that he could’ve opened the gift to hear her voice again too.

He can’t see her but she still takes his breath away like it’s her special skill and Rome has half a mind to tell her to list it the way she told him to list his shoulders years ago. It’s still a skill he proudly shows off. The sheer amount of time it would’ve taken to do this baffles him and he’s speechless, glad he opened it in private except for the curious eyes of Domo as he moves around the apartment. Restless legs taking him to the couch to the kitchen counter and back again as he holds onto the jacket for dear life, polaroids in his hands. What magic does she have to make him feel so weak, so hopelessly in love with her? He’s been holding back tears since he caught sight of his family’s familiar handwriting and he finally understands why Chris has been such an asshole sending him smirking emojis without a single word because he’s the last to understand just how much she loves him too.

Years ago, he thought this was it, that he’d pine for her the way he did since that summer, since the kiss he waited months for, since he first heard that intoxicating siren song. Years ago, he thought he’d drift out at sea forever, now he knows she’s always gonna lead him home. He held back the tears the whole time until he read her letter, until he can read the words and swears he hears the i love you as he does.

Years ago, they’d made a promise. Spend each other’s birthdays together and he isn’t with her right now, but this feels close. His heart swells and hell yeah this is pretty close. He hasn’t even gotten to the tape when he’s reminded of it by Domo nudging it with his nose. Listening to it brings him back to sand in his toes, the sun in his eyes, and his heart in someone else’s hands. She brings him home again and he wishes he could do that for her too, he wishes she was home. When his phone lights up, when a certain ringtone plays, he thinks he’s a fool again. Distance is nothing with a love like this.

#rkcheri #byuday2017 #[better late than never?]#[wanted this done for the headcanon to come]#submission

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