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Hey guys, I know I don’t post much in this blog anymore and I am not exactly sure who will see this but I’m posting this because today is the Philippine Presidential Elections and, just like what other people here are already saying, we’re fighting for our lives right now.

We are fighting against the return of dictatorship in the country. We are fighting against the continuation of corruption and injustice. We are fighting for a better future. We are fighting, so that we may finally know peace.

Today, multiple issues regarding the elections have come up. Vote-Counting Machines (VCMs) “malfunctioning”, SD cards missing, people getting PAID for voting for the dictator’s son and his party, and more. Even the commission in charge of ENSURING FAIR ELECTIONS is failing to fully understand the grasp said issues, wasting people’s time and votes.

If you do find this post and read it, all I ask is that you share the news about the Philippines. Anything about today (May 9, 2022), about Halalan 2022/PH Elections 2022, about BBM and the Marcos Family, about Leni Robredo, Kiko Pangilinan, Chel Diokno and the rest of Robredo’s senatorial slate (+ Neri Colmenares),

and if this inspires you to learn everything else, then please do.

We are asking for your help, not in votes, but in sharing what is happening here to the rest of the world. Whatever happens, whatever the results are, we want the whole world to see what is going on. (But thank you to the foreign news outlets who have been speaking on this).

All the Filipinos are asking for is a fair government, where lives are recognized and uplifted. We cannot be kept in the dark again, we have had enough.

And if we need to meet in EDSA once again, then so be it.

will be missing linoragi :<< but heeracha sounds rlly good tho

linoragi → heeracha

pls rb to let others know !! <3

Jay and Heeseung

I don't know, just take it

Red Velvet  'Feel My Rhythm’ - calmato - SEULGI

formula of love ― yang jungwon.

― synopsis: chemistry with miss kim was known to be the worst class to every student at your school - but you don’t quite mind it, because of your deskmate yang jungwon (that you might have had just a tiny crush on). but one day, jungwon is missing from his seat - and he never returns for the rest of the school year. the next time you see his face is when a picture of him pops up on your twitter feed, and you learn that he’s now… an idol?  ― genre: classmates to lovers, smau + some written chapters, crack, fluff, mutual pining ― pairing: idol! jungwon x fem! reader ― warnings: swearing, reader is dense as hell lol, ignore timestamps ― taglist: closed ― status: complete! ― author’s note: idea came to me when i was stressing over my chem exam 😆😆😆 i love it here!!!

PROFILES: one / two

ONE ― yang jungwon from chem??? TWO ― gertrude and robert <3 THREE ― colour coded notes FOUR ― down horrendous FIVE ― jungwon destroys ramyeon (not clickbait) SIX ― rain sunbaenim SEVEN ― jealousy is a disease EIGHT ― ferrari and a mansion NINE ― i have a black belt TEN ― banging my head on the wall ELEVEN ― im gonna ask TWELVE ― dense as hell THIRTEEN ― smoldering thru the tears FOURTEEN ― cat cafe FIFTEEN ― beastie????? SIXTEEN ― slaybak SEVENTEEN ― ayo hitman bang introduces EIGHTEEN ― jaehyun??? NINETEEN ― fake! photoshopped!! TWENTY ― my gee eff

I cant believe im a kpop blog

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

pls reblog if you love your idols for more than their body

this is for science

a reminder for some of you <3 u should rb this even if u arent bi !!

IM BRINGING THIS BACK ON EVERYONE'S DASH 🤩🤩😭

yeonjun has a message for you guys

when yeonjun meets a parrot

video call with yeonjun 📞 — (4/∞)

hello guys!! recently i found about these two sites that might be helpful for gfx makers (and gifmakers too if i am being honest) so i decided to share:

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the second one is fontbrief! where you can find different fonts by customizing your search for what type of font you would like to use for a certain project and it will then give you a list of fonts that can fit the description of what you are looking for! you might end up not wanting to use any of the fonts but i feel like you might give you ideas of what to look for and make searching for fonts a lot easier! heads up that you have to subscribe to their newsletter to be able to use their site but it is free site in the end !!

FIRST CHAPTER AND I ALREADY LOVE IT <333

𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱;

01 #.. arranged date gone wrong

[🗒] NOTE. like the impatient bean i am i couldn't wait till november like just one more day so here it is. idk what's gonna happen next though. its my first ever smau so please bare with me if it's boring or something.

MASTERLIST 🎫 NEXT

synopsis. you always get what you want, spoiled with the loves of your three brothers who are known to have a sister complex; it comes with much surprise therefore when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he's going to date you he has to pass through yeonbin first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since he's been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

[sister complex. a state of strong attachment and obsession to sisters, always having them as their first priority]

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Chaotic Wonderland Concept Photos ONE :: YEONJUN

notes: [✓= completed ; ▶️ = ongoing ; ⏸= on hold ; ? = i really don’t know]

✓ let’s play pretend by @igyus

▶️ love is (not) easy by @enhaflwr

▶️ starstruck by @starry-paris

▶️ paying the price by @enhyupn

▶️ bad hair day by @iyeonjuni

▶️ trees in fall by @lunarlxve

[ another love ]

word count: 2.5k

pairing: soobin x reader, yeonjun x reader

warnings: y’all prepared to cry? mentions of death, and the five stages of grief. I cried while writing this, and I don’t normally cry.

First Stage: Denial and Isolation

Out of everything he'd thought to witness, watching as she knelt over his grave and sobbed hurt him the most. With the sun refusing to come out from behind the thick cloud cover, he watched as her black dress soaked in the muddy water. He begged her to stand up, wanting to reach out and comfort her.

But what could he do? He held no warmth, no breath of life. He was a ghost, destined to die while she lived on. And he wouldn't want it any other way.

She stayed there for hours, no one daring to move the mourning girl. Good. He would do anything he could to them if they had tried.

He knelt beside her, desperate to feel any form of warmth, of comfort from her. He couldn't. He felt his throat tighten. Why couldn't he have stayed? He couldn't remember how he died and wouldn't know until they set up his headstone.

It was terrifying to him. He couldn't remember his name, only her's, which will stay upon his lips until the end of time, when he fades into nothing more than a shadow. The thought filled him with dread.

he ignored his feelings when she sniffled and started muttering to herself. At first, he thought she was reciting some prayer. until his name passed through her lips: Soobin. More memories ran through him: Them smiling on the red and white picnic blanket in the park just a few miles down the street, them dancing in their living room of the apartment that was a bit overpriced.

If he could have cried, he would have.

"Soobin." Her voice croaked, thick with emotion. I'm right here! He tried to yell, but his voice, even to him, was muffled and watery. He watched as fresh tears rushed down her cheeks, and a heartbreaking sob tore out of her chest. The rain had picked up, soaking her through the black dress.

He wanted nothing more than to bring her back to the apartment and wrap her in a warm embrace: something he couldn't do anymore. Someone called her name, causing him to turn towards her mother, who stumbled through the wet grass, holding a black umbrella over her head.

She ignored her, fists pressed against her eyes. "Soobin, come back." Her voice cracked, and thunder started to rumble overhead.

I want to. Soobin laid his hand on the back of her head, but she didn't look at him. Neither of them could feel it.

Her mother stopped beside her, holding the umbrella above her head. She didn't even look up. "Go away." She said, voice cracking due to the prolonged sobbing. "Baby, you'll catch your death—" "I don't care. Just go away." She said softly, breathing in slowly to keep from sobbing.

Her mother pursed her lips before setting the umbrella in the crook between her neck and shoulder. "Come inside whenever you're ready, okay?"

If she heard her, she didn't give any sign. Her mother stood up and walked back towards the building almost hidden by the rain.

Please go inside, I don't want you sick. Soobin said. It wasn't technically said, for he does not have a voice. She sniffled again and refused to move until a few hours later, when the rain had stopped and humidity had set in, clinging to her hair, making it frizz up. He always loved the way her hair would curl slightly at the barest hint of humidity. He reached out to touch her, forgetting that he would not feel it. He pulled his hand away, disappointed.

Second Stage: Anger

A few weeks had passed since the funeral, and Soobin refused to leave the apartment. She had lied in their once shared bed, wearing one of his shirts and hugged his pillow tightly, sobbing into it nightly. Eventually, her denial turned into anger.

A deep rooted anger that exploded when her mother merely suggested that she pack up all of Soobin's items to donate. "Don't you dare tell me to get rid of his stuff! He's still here! He won't leave me!  He'll...he'll..." she dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her waist and sobbed. A gut wrenching sob that tore through her body. "Mom I hate him! I hate this! I want him back, why did he leave me?" She screamed out and tugged at her hair.

Soobin wished he could wrap her in a hug and hold her until it was all better. Until the memory of his death no longer haunted her sleep.

You have to move on, my love. You do not want to waist your life crying over my wasted life. Soobin said, but was met with more sobs. Her mother wrapped her only daughter into a hug and rocked her back and forth, rubbing her back.

For a few months, days looked like this; bursts of anger that turn into unforgiving sobs that hurt not only her chest, but his as well.

One night, her mother wasn't there and she went into a fit of rage, throwing the dishes and yanking his shirts from the hangers. Once she was finished, she hugged the handful of shirt in her hands and sobbed, wishing it were Soobin.

Soobin, once more,  wished it were him she was holding, instead of his clothes. He knelt in front of her, resting a hand against her ankle, yet still, neither of them felt it. Soobin sighed, a haunting low howl from his lungs. She looked up at him, teary eyed. Soobin stared right back, knowing she was only looking at the wall directly behind him.

He liked to think she was looking at him, even for a split second. It made him hurt less.

Third Stage: Bargaining

Her mother refused to leave her alone as of late. Her daughter barely left the house, barely called, barely did much of anything. She still cried herself to sleep, hugging his pillow that she would douse in his cologne.

This only made her sob harder. Her mother tried to hide his cologne, which made her go into a rage and snap at her mother until she gave it back.

Although she wasn't religious, she had picked up praying. To whomever she prayed to was lost on Soobin. He had heard only pieces of some of the prayers, begging to let them see one another, even for one last time. For a proper goodbye.

Soobin knew that no goodbye would make his untimely departure hurt any less. Before long, tears would roll down her cheeks and she would drop her head to the mattress. "It's unfair," she'd sob. "Why did he have to go?"

Soobin once more rested both hands on her shoulders. This time, though, he felt a little bit of warmth from living flesh, and she jumped, reaching up and resting her hands on her shoulders, on top of Soobin's hands.

"He's here?" Her voice croaked, lower lip wobbling as she sobbed, reaching her hand up to cup over her mouth. "He's here." I've always been here. Soobin said, smiling to himself. He knelt beside her, and pressed his lips against her cheek. She sobbed, shoulders shaking.

"Soobin," she whispered. "I miss you. I want you back here with me."

I would love nothing more than that. Soobin wrapped his arms around her once more.

Fourth Stage: Depression

The worst part for Soobin was to watch as she slowly slipped back into her old habits: pushing people away, locking herself up. Only dealing with the burden of his death by herself.

She refused to answer anything: phone calls, texts, even the knocking on her door. She couldn't move, feeing as if her body had been weighted down with cinderblocks. She felt like she was drowning, with no way do get up. She knew that Soobin wouldn't want her to do this, but she couldn't help it.

As she laid on the unmade bed, hugging Soobin's tear stained pillow to her chest, Soobin laid beside her, looking at her broken eyes. The eye bags that were once almost unnoticeable were now dark purple, marring the expanse of supple skin. He reached out a hand and ran it over the side of her face. She didn't even react.

My love, it's time to accept that I'm gone. Please move on, I want you happy. Soobin moved closer to her, resting his forehead against hers. She rolled over, bringing his pillow with her. She laid like that for a few more hours before forcing herself to get up to take a shower. The water had been scalding, which slightly warmed Soobin, but she didn't seem to notice, or care. She slowly washed her body and scrubbed the shampoo into her hair before washing it out. She stayed in until the water ran cold.

A knock echoed through the apartment, causing Soobin and her to jump. Instead of ignoring it, though, she went to look through the peep hole. She must have known the person because she pulled open the door and his closest friend, Yeonjun stood at the door. A pout was on his lips and he wrapped his arms around her. "I just got in, I heard you weren't opening up to anyone."

Soobin smiled to himself before moving to stand beside the armchair in the living room.

Take care of her Yeonjun, until I can once more.

Fifth Stage: Acceptance

Yeonjun came around more and more, which made Soobin happy. Her smile slowly returned after a few months — which had been about a year and a half since his death. Yeonjun would wrap her into his embrace every time he would enter the apartment, he would help her clean it up, and just let her cry into his chest whenever she needed to.

Even Soobin could tell that, through these long few months, Yeonjun had caught feelings for her. The thought made his chest ache but what could he do? He was dead. He couldn't make himself wish for her to stay latched onto him for eternity. He wasn't cruel.

One night, Yeonjun came over, dressed in a black dress shirt and some black dress pants.

"Who're you having a date with?" She'd asked, opening the door and offering a smile. Soobin couldn't help but smile along with her. She was finally smiling, a sight he would never get tired of seeing.

"I was hoping it would be you." Yeonjun asked, rubbing the back of his neck. She blinked, and almost seemed to be going back into her shell.

Do it, you shouldn't waste your life on me. Soobin said from behind her, looking at his friend. He watched as she nodded slowly. "I think it's time." She whispered, looking down at her feet. "Let me get dressed." She looked back up and smiled at him. And Soobin knew that she was slowly starting to heal, to forget him. He would have thought she forgot his face if it weren't for the fact that she still looks at their photographs every night. Soobin followed her into the room, where she sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up their framed photo. Soobin and her were smiling widely, teeth bared to the world.

She smiled sadly, rubbing her thumb across his face. "I still miss you, my flower prince." She laughed sadly at his nickname.

He sat beside her and gripped the hand holding the frame. I miss you too, my flower queen.

She wiped at the tears rolling down her cheeks and set the frame back onto the nightstand. She pushed herself up and walked to the closet, pulling out his favorite dark blue dress.

Make new memories with it. Soobin told her, leaving the room.

Sixth Stage: The Ending

Soobin hadn't been back to the apartment since their first date, it hurt too much. Her and Soobin's memories had become too much, he couldn't bare to stay. So, he went back to his grave, leaning on his headstone that he refused to read.

Days and nights blurred into one as Soobin waited. He didn't know why he was waiting for her to come back to his grave, which was now a lush patch of soft green grass. Soobin huffed, sitting down at the head of his grave. It had been over two years since he'd last seen her, he wondered if her and Yeonjun were alright and happy.

The thought alone made him smile. That's all he wished for, was for her to be happy.

His heart twisted, and he looked down at his hands, the ones that held her face when he pressed his lips to hers, the hands that intertwined with hers when they walked anywhere, at the hands that wrapped around her waist when she hugged him like she would never see him again. He sighed, dropping them.

Then he heard it, the tinkle of laughter, and a answering laugh of happiness. Soobin looked up and saw her hair shining in the sun. Her hand was intertwined with Yeonjun's. He had dyed his hair back to black, and Soobin smiled. She was finally happy, a smile bright and real spread across her face. Flowers were gripped in her hand as she slowed to a stop in front of the grave. She dropped to her knees, now eye level with Soobin. He smiled at her.

"Hey, Soobin." She said, voice becoming soft. She leaned forward and placed the flowers beside his knee. He looked down, wanting to reach for her once more.

"Hope you're okay." She continued, swallowing thickly. Yeonjun walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I miss you." A tear slid down her cheek and Soobin instinctively reached forward to wipe it. He couldn't feel her warmth anymore. He leaned back, dropping his hand.  "I just want you to know that I'm happy again. I couldn't have done it without Yeonjun, though."

Soobin smiled. And I thank him deeply for it. Her smile dropped from her face and Yeonjun kneeled down behind her. "I miss you so much. I wish you didn't have to go." Her voice cracked and she turned her face into Yeonjun's neck, trying to hide her tears. Yeonjun rubbed her back lovingly.

"I miss him so much, Junnie." She whimpered. "I know. I'm sure he misses you too." I miss her everyday. Soobin responded softly. He stood up, watching as she did the same. She didn't bother to wipe her tears away as she stared down at the headstone, a sad sort of adoration in her eyes. "I'll always love you. You have a special place in my heart."

Be happy, that's all I ask of you. Soobin said, resting a hand on her cheek one last time. She smiled softly as she turned away, Yeonjun's arm wrapped around her waist.

Although a sharp pain ripped through his phantom heart, Soobin felt at peace. Maybe it was because she finally found happiness since his death or maybe it was because she had finally found a reason to live again. He wished that he would be there to watch her grow old, he wished that he would have been the one to grow old with her. Without looking back at their retreating shadows, Soobin turned and faced his headstone once more.

Crush prompt drabbles // TXT

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Genre: Fluff, I think

Author's note: Unedited for now

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”

“Man, I just can’t stand him, and his aunt is so persistent, trying to make him court me and all. She makes me uncomfortable too because of her bony hands...” You rambled, expressing your frustrations towards your situation.

One of your close family friends held an event and invited both sides of their family, alongside yours, and it appears that one of the boys from their extended family took an interest in you. However, while you really did try and give him a chance, he was just a little bit narcissistic and your interests didn’t align, so you (kindly) rejected him.

Despite firmly expressing your disapproving answer to his advances, he didn’t seem to think anything of it, like the dense brickhead he is. Nothing gets through his brain, not even an unidentified flying projectile...Not that you thought about sending a projectile through his head or anything,

Except for that one time...

which is exactly why you decided to take your friend’s brother as a temporary date to the next event your family friend hosted, in hopes that the brick-boy would get off your back. You knew your friend’s brother decently, but not to a point where the two of you were close - which was perfect.

That way you wouldn’t have to deal with any awkwardness that came after the spectacle if anything embarrassing happened, because you didn’t talk to him a lot or see him often. You wouldn’t have to recall the memory ever again if it all goes to shit.

Honestly, the plan was immaculate, really - the end result sounded like bliss to you.

The issue is that bliss doesn’t exist in this world. Your efforts were miserably wasted as it didn’t appear that you sold the idea that you and this other guy were a ‘thing’. Hence why you were here, sitting on a park bench, ranting to your best friend Yeonjun. You knew you could let off some steam with Yeonjun, especially since unfortunately, it appears you couldn’t willingly stop recalling the memory of the event, and you’d likely explode if you don’t express you frustrations.

Yeonjun was always reliable. Even though he can be moody and a handful at times, you were grateful that you had someone you could place all your trust in. Honestly, you’ve known him so long, that by this point, your brain’s automatic response when in his presence is to calm down and relax. He just helps you clear your head. Bonus points for clarity if the dork keeps his pretty mouth shut. (Even though you love it when he tells you all sorts of things or gets overly passionate about how he was apparently the rightful winner of a ping-pong game, but you’d never admit that out loud.)

You glanced over towards him in curiosity, him being a bit too quiet in the conversation compared to normal. He was staring mindlessly at the little milk bottle that he held between his hands.

“Yeonjun?”

“I just don’t get why you didn’t ask me.” He spoke, letting a sigh out before turning his head towards you, sour expression on his face.

“I know you’re busy half the time and I didn’t want to bother you when you were preparing for your showcase…”

[A/N: Well that was a lie.]

You uttered out, hoping he wouldn’t see through your poor attempt at a cover story. You’d be devastated if he were to find out that the real reason you didn’t ask him was that you were scared it may spark some feelings you’ve been burying deep down in the depths of your gut for a while now, simply hoping it will completely go away eventually, instead of laying there dormant, potentially able to erupt, while you mindfully ignore it.

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.” He scoffed, looking at the ground in front of him. He took an angry sip from his milk bottle - which looked oddly cute in contrast to his tense aura. You opened your mouth to speak but he spoke before you could,

“I mean, I know you better than anyone else and how many times have I given up sleep or time to be with you when you needed me even if it was something stupid? I do that willingly and happily all the time. I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t have time for you or something! Then on top of that, you go with Scott? Really?” He remarked in an icy tone.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but why are you so upset, and what’s wrong with Scott?” You retorted a little irritated at his small outburst.

What did Scott do to you? Jeez, sorry for caring about your time (and saving my ass from falling for you…), I guess.

Yeonjun stood up hurriedly, throwing his milk bottle at the bench where he was just sitting. He pursed his lips and gave you a look, while he placed his hands on his hips. If you weren’t in shock over his sudden outburst, you probably would’ve clowned him for his stance, but instead you looked at the milk-bottle with wide eyes and glanced towards him.

“Tf did that milk bottle do to you?” You babbled only for Yeonjun to role his eyes at you, before walking towards your oblivious self, “It provides a beautiful taste for you and then you just-” He squished your cheeks and guided your face to look up towards his own - which was pretty up close and personal compared to normal. “Yeonjun wha-”

“I like you.”

Huh? Wha-

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/n,”

You would’ve assumed this was just some sort of prank but his eyes were serious and you could tell by the way he let his grip loosen against your cheeks, to now just have his hands gently cradeling your face, that he really didn’t want you to think he’s not being serious about his confession.

You nervously bit your lip while you pondered on what to say.

“And, if my intuition is right, I’m pretty sure my feelings aren’t one sided.”

He let his seriousness die down and revealed a smirk, as he saw you avoid his eye contact. You let out an awkward cough, and moved your head around to act nonchalant.

“I um, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think your intuition failed you this time Jun.” You deadpanned, before returning your eyes to him.

He let out a chuckle, “Wow, I didn’t know you could do comedy Y/n, when did you pick that up?” He said tilting his head to the side like a puppy and you wanted to scream because he looked so cute, but after his little outburst, you had to make him pay for that before you admit your shared feelings.

Game face: On.

You frowned and placed a hand atop one of his that was still resting against your face. You held it and moved it off your cheek disheartenedly, as you gulped. You looked towards the hand before looking at his face. You wanted to laugh at the way his eyebrows furrowed as if they wanted to connect to each other.

I am a fantastic actor, holy shit.

You chuckled internally before releasing your lethal strike.

“Yeonjun, I’m being serious…” You uttered out softly, as his eyes went wide in disbelief. His life flashed before his eyes as you said that. It looked as if he was processing your words slowly. His mouth was agape.

“Wait…’ he glanced at your hand that was holding his, “Are you being serious right now?” He mumbled just above a whisper. You stared at him for a moment, keeping him on his toes, before letting out a smile, shaking your head.

His whole body seemed to deflate at realising you were just messing with him. He took a step back to process your little prank.

“This is ridiculous! I had a near heart attack there!” He accused, looking at you like you’ve betrayed him in war. He took a look at you, pointing his finger towards you. “You- You idiot. I take it back, I don’t like you, you meanie.” He scolded. You shook your head as if you were ready to disown him for his dramatic-ass. You stood up walking over to his, now, crossed-arm figure. You stood in front of him looking him in the eye. He averted his eyes letting a ‘tch’ sound leave his mouth. You poked his chest, smiling at him. He looked at you in disgust as you poked him.

“You sure you want to take it back?”

His face softened at your question, before he remembered he was supposed to stay angry. He internally cursed at your stupid cute face. He turned his head letting out a sigh, before looking back at you. You just waited, smiling, unbothered, now too giddy over processing the fact that he likes you.

He opened his arms and reached towards you pulling you into his chest.

“You’re so annoying…” He mumbled. You chuckled and pulled your head away, causing him to look at your face expectantly.

“Well apparently, you like that.” You smiled, and Yeonjun returned the smile, after an eye roll.

This is how it’s always been with you two. Sincere, playful, bickering all the time. You couldn’t be happier knowing that he liked you.

txt yeonjun ♡ boyfriend tarot reading

anon says Hi! Can you do TXT Yeonjun as a boyfriend please?

the star says hello! sure!

WHAT ARCHETYPE DOES HE FULFILL IN A RELATIONSHIP?

ace of cups, knight of wands rx, 8 of cups rx

super super good about expressing his emotions. honestly, sort of a dream in terms of what you'd want? very romantic, very affections, probably likes a lot of skinship, likes to exchange complements and do the whole "good morning baby did you sleep well" text messages thing. he'd also be very loyal and determined to make the relationship work once he's in it. in terms of negatives, he might be a bit passive, in the sense that he lets his s/o take decisions (not a bad thing for everyone though). instead of going on carnival dates and laughing and having fun, his idea of a perfect date would probably be something really quiet and romantic, where you can exchange furtive glances, stolen kisses and quiet "i love you"s.

WHAT IS HE LIKE IN A RELATIONSHIP?

8 of wands, temperance, the chariot rx

just... very clear-headed, very peaceful, very "noble", if that makes sense. he'd constantly be in a good mood, really open to talk, really understanding, really appreciative. when i say "good mood", i don't mean an emotional high, but rather a well-controlled medium. his vibes would just be really good! he'd probably love to tease and have a bit of banter going on. alternatively, he could also have a lot of concerns in a relationship but not rlly let it show. in general, he'd be pretty passive, he'd let his partner make the shots. his role in the relationship would be the peaceful, generous, good-vibes one.

WHAT WILL HE DO FOR HIS PARTNER?

6 of wands rx, knight of swords, the hermit rx

he'd show out lol! although it's been pretty clear so far that he'd really like a personal, intimate relationship, he'd really be willing to go big for his partner, even if it's not something he really wants himself. he'd be willing to go out, socialise, have fun. however, he'd still let his partner take the lead, preferring to be their hypeman instead! he'd also be really good about taking the side of his partner, so he'd be great at arguing for you or asking for a refund in your stead.

WHAT DOES HE HAVE TROUBLE WITH?

4 of swords rx, 2 of wands rx, 6 of wands

becoming the centre of attention. it seems like he sees a relationship as something where his partner shines and he gets to support them, so to have to be the one in the limelight of the relationship would stress him out. he'd just really really really like to be the passive one and to not take the shots, so when it's eventually time for him to do so, he balks and feels like he can't make decisions. he also really hates being stressed/disturbed in a relationship, he hates petty arguments or drama or toxicity.

just yeonjun's libra moon really shining through! i developed a crush on him during the duration of this reading lmao

[this reading was completed october 7, 2021, with scorpio on the ascendant. the tarot of the one thousand and one nights was used for assistance.]

- the star 🐚

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