“Why is it that the happiest of moments usher in sudden fear?”
I DONT FUCKING KNOW KIM SEOKJIN MAAAYBE, YOU KNOW JUST MAYBE, IT IS CAUSE BIGHIT THINKS IT IS OK TO JUST FUCKING DROP ANOTHER HIGHLIGHT, WITH SO MANY FUCKING FEELS WHEN I AM ACTUALLY IN MOOD TO STUDY AND GET MY LIFE TOGETHER!!!!
BUT TBH THIS LINE GOT ME ALRIGHT. I JUST CANT HELP BUT THINK THIS HITS ME REAL BAD. BECAUSE THIS REALLY DOES HAPPEN, ONCE YOU ARE HAPPY AND THEN SUDDENLY YOU GET THE NEWS THAT YOUR LOVED ONE JUST DIED. I DONT LIKE IT. THE RUSH, THE FEAR, THE DENIAL.
I GOT GOOSEBUMPS AT TAE’S HYYH FLASHBACK, JK THINKING OF YOONGS AND THAT FUCKING SWEATER GIVING BIRTH TO KIM SEOKJIN.
HE LOOKED AT THOSE FLOWERS HE BURNED AND WENT FOR THE WHITE SHIRT HE WAS WEARING THAT TIME. ALRIGHT SEOKJIN WE GET IT YOU NEED TO REMIND US OF THAT ERA. WE ALL DO.
RM WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TRYNA SHOW BBY? THAT YOU ARE MORE DADDY THAN BEFORE? OK.
JIMIN. JIMIN-AH. I FEEL YOUR SIDELINE LOVE. WHO IS HOPING NEXT REEL WILL BE JIMIN DATING THAT GIRL.
TBH I HAVE STRONG FEELING, THIS IS ALL AFTER EVERYTHING ENDS AND THEY ARE JUST LIVING THERE OWN LIFE AND THEY ALL MISS EACH OTHER AND THIS IS LIKE PREQUEL OF THEIR MV WHERE THEY REUNITE.
OR I AM JUST GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF.
BUT HOSEOK’S THO. WHY SO UNCLEAR.
I CANNOT DO THIS ALRIGHT!
I WATCHED THE VIDEO 3 HOURS LATE EVEN WHEN I GOT THE NOTIFICATION BECAUSE I HAD SOOOO MANY HW AND I AM DYING.
AND FUCCCCKKKKK I NEED TO RAGE RN.
sirius gave remus a bouquet of flowers for his birthday and made him pancakes for breakfast. they kissed after and spent the day talking about how old they’re getting and deciding what colours to redecorate their walls with
This means Draco could get married to Harry and still be a Respectable Pureblood™
Imagine Harry being forced into Pureblood Society™ and having to behave
Draco: “it’s alright bby just shut up and don’t do anything”
“and by don’t do anything I mean literally do nothing at all I’m begging you”
Lucius Malfoy teaching Harry a posh accent and basic manners
Slamming his head against a wall in exasperation
Narcissa buying Harry some flamboyant dress robes and abandoning another attempt at flattening his hair
“Doesn’t this ever lie flat??”
Harry Potter in high collared dress robes
Time gave him a countless amount of minutes and seconds to think, to grieve, to harbor bitter sentiments and swallow down his own pride. Three of the four were not accustomed to someone like himself. Tsukiyama was a man born into wealth and a society built on self-reliance; he did not ask for help when it was desperately needed nor did he take well to sleeping in beds that were not his own. His hands smoothed across the top of sheets, gripping and twisting into the material like a lifeline, an attachment to the present world intended to keep him grounded. His feet were never fully planted on the earth though. Floating somewhere between narcissism and unmeasurable grandiose, he soared above the rest until figurative wings were plucked, tearing him down from the skies.
He hated this, this life. More often than not, he hated himself, but as much as Kaneki Ken as stolen from him, indirectly or directly (Did it matter at this point?), Tsukiyama couldn’t bring himself to hate him. His self-loathing only weighed heavier on his chest when he paused to think about it.
Somewhere downstairs he could hear Kirishima and Yomo busying around the café, probably to prepare for the morning rush. It was a Monday, after all. People heading off to work sealed a part of their early day to indulge in a cup of coffee, not an adequate breakfast for humans he was told, but at this point in time, he couldn’t bring himself to care about a stranger’s well-being. Those outside of his small circle were not deserving of a passing glance. It wasn’t within his personality to be closed off from social settings, the last few years had revoked that quality of himself. He missed it.