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Left-handed
September, 1971
“Can I borrow your Charms notes, Rem?” Rem? Remus Lupin had only known Sirius Black for a few weeks, but he could already tell he was not one for boundaries—and quite insistent when he wanted something, which is why he was unsurprised when Black accio’d the parchments straight from Remus’ trunk before hearing the answer.
“What kind of handwriting is this? Were you raised by hippogriffs?”
Remus could feel his cheeks get hot. This is normally the moment he’d spit out something harsh about Sirius’ mum, or maybe even throw a punch—that’s how Remus dealt with the local boys back in Wales—but Lyall had warned him to stay out of trouble. “Don’t give Dumbledore a reason to send you home. Your lucky to be going at all,” he’d said with a tight grip on Remus’ shoulder just before the 11-year-old stepped on the train.
“Oi! Don’t be such a prat, posh boy,” James Potter cut in with an elbow to Sirius’ ribs. The black-haired boys were practically attached at the hip but James has been calling Sirius out on his pureblood bollocks since he asked Remus if he was a mudblood on their first night after spotting the copy of Don Quixote on his bed. “Not everyone had private tutors to rap their knuckles if they don’t write in perfect cursive.”
“But you did, young master Sleekeasy,” Sirius shot back with his trademark smirk, but Remus could tell the boy was embarrassed by the way his face flushed white. Since being sorted in Gryffindor, Sirius had been doing his best to do the opposite of anything he felt was too Black, from keeping his tie undone to purposely slouching at the breakfast table whenever he caught himself sitting too straight—not that Remus was paying too close attention, of course.
This unwarranted attack on James’ character sparked a wrestling match right there on Sirius’ bed, Remus’ notes unfortunately crumpled and torn in the crossfire.
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Remus had completely forgotten about the insult to his penmanship until a few days later in History of Magic. He’d been sat next to Sirius for weeks with no trouble, but it seemed the other boy was trying to get a rise out of him by knocking their elbows together every few minutes. Remus’ parchment was strewn with blobs of ink from Sirius’ antics and Remus was having trouble reading what had just been jotted down. Frankly, this is just another reason Remus thought he should be allowed to to use biros like a normal person. Fucking wizard ponces.
The fifth time Sirius’ elbow knocked into his, Remus had enough.
“Cut it out, Black,” he snapped under his breath, turning to face the black-haired boy. Except, Sirius wasn’t sporting a cheeky grin or even looking at Remus at all. Instead, he seemed completely focussed on his own notes and only glanced up at Remus’ harsh tone.
“Oh, sorry Lupin,” Sirius muttered before returning to his parchment. That’s when Remus noticed Sirius was writing with his left hand and his notes were even less legible than his own—even with Sirius writing each shaky letter with painstaking care.
“Have you always been left-handed?” Remus asked, confused. Sirius grimaced.
“I’m ambidextrous,” he said shortly. It was clearly a lie and Remus suddenly remembered James’ comments about private tutors and Sirius’ mission to disappoint his parents.
Remus rolled his eyes. Posh boys are so weird.
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February, 1976
Remus was attempting to follow Professor Binn’s mumbled ramblings, but he was still recovering from the weekend’s full and his eyes were drooping. Suddenly, a piece of folded parchment hit the back of his head. It only took a quick glance at the squiggly “Moony” (which looked a bit more like “MoOmy”) scrawled on one fold for Remus to know who it was from.
Sirius had largely reverted back to his normal, flowery script in second year when he and James began trading off taking notes for Remus when he was stuck in the hospital wing. Sirius even became proud of his penmanship when it was decided that Mr. Padfoot would be responsible for any written word on their secret map of the castle.
But when it came to notes that could be snapped up by a teacher in the middle of class, Sirius figured it would be better for his privacy (and reputation) if only the marauders could make heads or tails of his writing.
“Skiv off potions for a cheeky fag by the greenhouses? Check the box for yes or no,” the note seemed to read. Remus rolled his eyes. He and Sirius had been skipping lessons and other responsibilities for more than a smoke since Sirius kissed Remus at the end of a quidditch party in October but they were trying to be covert about it. James was known to intercept post, the nosy git.
Remus quickly checked “yes” and returned the note back to sender.
I need what happened next and in between for my sake OMGGGG 😱😱😱
"my dad didn't strut". get real.
The guy literally walked like he own the damn castle but okay Harry 😂😂
Worse than dying
‘What would be worse than dying?’ Asked Peter, as he stares into the dark night, the nearly full moon glowing on his pale skin, as the four of them were lying on the roof of the Astronomy Tower. Sirius shrugged his shoulder, reaching a hand to make a star, his star, fit into it. ‘Dunno…’ he said after a moment, turning his head to his left, his nose touching Remus’s. ‘A lifetime in Azkaban?’ he suggested. ’You’re locked up in a four-wall cell no bigger than a bathroom, I’d go crazy! I mean … crazier than I already am. He said smirking.
‘Being the last one alive when everyone you knew, everyone you love are dead,’ said Remus after a long silence, his hand reaching to take Sirius’s, slowly kissing him on the tip of his nose.
‘Being betrayed by a close friend.’ Said James, making Sirius straighten up a bit on his elbows to look at him over Remus. ‘You stand there, looking at your faith knowing that one of your best friends had sold you for his own account, that is worse than dying.’ He said, frowning at the sky. ‘And after that, the others would tear each other apart, not knowing what truly happened’ James took off his glasses, his hazel eyes staring into the dark as he got up, looking down at his three friends, putting back his glasses onto his nose. ‘I’d rather die than betray my friends.’ He said in a fierce tone.
‘Don’t worry mate,’ said Sirius, still smirking as he stood up too, putting his hand on James’s shoulder.
’We’ll stick together, we’ll have each other’s back, always. Continued Peter who was also up, turning to look at Remus who was getting up too.
‘No matter what, we’ll be there for each other.’ He finally said with a smile, looking deep into their eyes.
‘Until the very end,’ Add James, taking Peter and Remus par their shoulders as Sirius’s barking-like laugher echo into the night.
Remus - coming to pay James, Sirius and Peter’s bails to get them out of prison
Sirius being himself and with all his issues
Remus : you’re a nightmare dressed like a day dream
Rebuild all that you’ve broken
Word count : 1520 It’s right after the prank Siirus pulled on Snape, and Remus is heart broken.
Warning: having your heart break. Song: Throne (Bring me the Horizon)
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Remember the moment you left me alone and – Broke every promise you ever made – I was an ocean, lost in the open – Nothin’ could take the pain away.
Funerals were more joyful than the atmosphere choking every one of them in the Hospital Wing that morning. Remus was in bed, merely awake but the lump in his throat was only confirming what he already knew. He could have hurt someone last night or worst, kill someone if James hadn’t intervened and dragged him out of the Shrieking Shack’s passageway.
His fingers were still oddly curled on themselves, and the pain was still burning him. But this time it wasn’t the transformation pain, it was the kind of pain that was invisible but still left a bleeding open wound. He knew that the wound would heal into an ugly scar that no matter how much time would pass it will never get to heal properly.
—Moon’ I – But Remus’s glare discouraged Sirius from going on with what he wished to say, and Remus wasn’t keen on letting him try to make some excuses from himself. He was the reason that the wound would never heal because nothing was worse than a betrayal.
—How could you, Black? Asked Remus with a cracking voice and Sirius would have had him yell or throw things at him, besides then calling him by his last name. Still, he took the blow, knowing he had deserved it. Knowing, now that the dust had settled, and the rage was gone that what he had done was unforgivable.
People whose favorite ship is James and Lily Potter are the blandest people to ever exist. If they were a spice, they'd be flour. If they were a drink, they'd be water. You can literally see your average James and Lily in any high school hallway, IKEA, supermarket. I'm sorry to be the one to inform you, but you have no taste.
Sirius Black...
SIRIUS BLACK PUTS GLITTER IN HIS INK POTS AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME I'M WRONG.
Imagine Minnie marks the OWLs and sees Sirius's done in glitter and then just sighs.
Sticky glitters, the ones that just NEVER comes off if you have it on your fingers, staining other students’ copy as well in glitter 😂