jiyong and his precious laugh (●´□`)♡


happy jiyong for nylon japan♡

okay but can we discuss?? i’m crying over the idea of r and h taking tango and whiskey and the other tadpoles under their wing.

like, please give me tango and holster dueting rent and hamilton too loudly and in public. give me whiskey helping ransom study by making snarky mnemonic devices. give me the four of them marathoning lord of the rings (one of the few non-hockey things they all agree on). 

just, ransom and holster are such good captains. they care so much. bless them. 


February 8th, 1991; the day an angel was born~

You, who’s smile constantly shines. You, who is like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. You, who is like a precious gem. You, who has an endless amount of love for his Inspirit girlfriends. I want you to always be happy. Today is your day, so please make the best of it! Keep being the star that shines the brightest. You’ve grown up well and I’m so proud of you! Nam Woohyun, happy birthday. I love you with all my heart ♥

Inspired by this post about Adam Birkholtz being the dorky boyfriend he absolutely is. 

Okay but like even before they start dating he carries that picture with him everywhere because Justin is still the most important person in his life. He shows family members at Chanukah and his older sisters pull him aside and give him the kind of unsubtle “you love him!!!” lecture that older siblings are genetically programmed to give, and it hits him. He shows everyone he knows that picture because he loves Justin. Because maybe if he shows enough people, someone will see it and feel what he feels when he looks at it: pure joy. Awe at the incredible man that boy became. Someone will see that picture and understand just how lucky Adam is to have Justin in his life. And just like that, he realizes his sisters are right. He’s in love with Ransom.

When he gets back to campus, he dashes up the stairs of the Haus to the attic. Justin is already there, unpacking sweaters and humming along to Nina Simone. He looks up when Holster throws the door open, panting.


“Justin, I… you know that picture of you I keep in my wallet, the one of baby you with the adorable cheeks and the purple sweater? Well, I was at my autn Judy’s for Chanukah and I was showing it to my sisters…” He can feel himself babbling and Justin looks hopelessly confused and a little fond and shit, this is not how this was supposed to happen.

“I love you. Not like I love you, bro… well, I do, but that’s not the point. Like, you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and when we’re apart I can’t stop thinking about you and how you’re doing and whether you’re stressed and I just want to hold your hand and curl up and explain Harry Potter to you. I’m in love with you, Justin. I’m sorry if this makes things weird between us but I just realized and I couldn’t keep this a secret from you because you’re my best friend and…” He looks up from his shoes,forcing himself to look at Justin and finds his roommate beaming at him, the maroon sweater he was folding crumpled and forgotten next to him.

Justin crosses the room and places his hand on Adam’s cheek like he’s afraid he’ll break. Adam feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out. He stares at Justin, cataloging the dark sweep of his eyelashes and the way the light hits his jaw. When their lips finally touch, it’s like everything locks into place. It’s not the most amazing kiss ever, their noses bump and they start laughing too hard to keep kissing, but it’s perfect and simple and undeniably them. 

Took you long enough, Holtzy,” Justin murmurs later, running his fingers through Adam’s hair as they lie on the bottom bunk. 

“Yeah, but it was worth the wait.”