Happy Pride

Voices

Sujin texted you on Friday afternoon. Your phone buzzed on the table catching people’s attention in the silent library. The guy at the table on the opposite side of the aisle looked annoyed with his eyes furrowed. You picked up your phone with a burning face.

"Hey, you wanna go out tonight? :)"

chapter one 'baby it's pouring' | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven |

song recomendation for this chapter:

The sound of rain, sometimes it's pleasing but sometimes it could be.. very annoying. Just like now, you walked out of school holding onto the books that didn't fit in your bag. Carefully, you pressed them onto your body hoping they wouldn't get wet.

You looked around, gulping while sliding on the hood from your jacket. The jacket you were wearing wasn't the thickest or warmest one you had, making you shiver when a little breeze touched your skin. The skirt you were wearing wasn't helping either.

As your legs were trembling you took a step off the stairs. Your head wasn't protected with the small roof anymore, you became drenched by the second you took that one step. You held your books more tightly, now softly jogging towards the gates.

Around you there were your classmates stepping inside their parents car, mom's and dad's apologizing because they were a bit late, but here you were getting your socks and shoes soaked in the tiny puddles on the hard pavement.

You kept running and running, until you saw the bus stop. You looked around once again stopping in your tracks. All the waiting stop seats were taken, meaning that you would have to wait standing in the rain.

You tilted your head up, looking at the time your bus would arrive only to have your eyes widened. You missed it, meaning that you would have to wait even longer. Your head dropped, but when you felt the back of your head becoming insanely cold you noticed that your hood was fully drenched. Quickly you took it off and stroked your hair.

Your hair got greeted by the cold rain, if there were a mirror somewhere you would probably look like you just got out of the shower. But before you could open your bag and grab your mirror you didn't feel any drops of rain hitting you anymore. It was like a warm barrier got build around you, once you looked up you saw a clear umbrella protecting you. You thought it might've been an elder person keeping a teen dry from the rain, just like last time.

Slowly, you looked to your left but before you wanted to thank the person you froze. A young teen boy, hair just reaching his shoulders as he looked at you with a poker face. Once your eyes met a soft smile appeared on his face, his eyes immediately squinting by the curl of his pink lips.

You swear it got 10x warmer, your heart was beating even faster as well. And when you finally picked the confidence you opened your mouth to thank the boy you closed it again. Your confidence just went down the drain.

The boy let out a small chuckle and your heart melted, they way his lips curled up even more and his eyes squinted in the shape of a rainbow just made you speechless, he then looked at you again. "I'd appreciate a thank you" he smiled, nodding his head once.

His voice was.. unique? not to deep nor too high, just.. perfect. Even the way he chuckled sounded like music to your ears and now that he's talking, it's like an album. What good did you do to meet him?

"thank you.." you mumbled, quickly looking away since the long eye contact made you feel like fainting. but when you looked away you accidentally flipped your drenched hair in his face. You quickly looked back and your jaw dropped.

His eyes were closed, wet drops of water on his glass like skin. He looked so pretty right now, but appreciating his beauty right now wouldn't be the best. "oh my- sorry-" you spoke, grabbing a handerchief and patting his face dry.

Just when you were busy focusing on every single detail on his face he opened his eyes, you slowly looking up at him. You just noticed how sparkly and dreamy his eyes were. You froze again, the handerchief pausing onto his temple.

"hey." he almost whispered, you coming back to your senses and removing the cloth from his skin. "sorry-" you spoke again, sliding the item into your pocket again. "it's okay" you heard him chuckle again.

And right then a strong breeze hit your skin, a different bus arrived and people were walking and running around. The cold air made you tremble again, your legs shaking and making you slowly lose your balance with each second that passed.

"you're freezing" you heard the voice once again, you slowly turned your head. Now looking at the boy who was taking off his padded jacket. He smiled at you while placing it on your shoulders. You were surprised by how warm the coat was judging by the weather. "let's sit down" he looked at the bench behind you, which was now empty because all the people went inside the bus that was now leaving.

You softly nodded once, following the boy under the umbrella. You both sat down next to each other under the roof, the boy now putting his umbrella away and looking around him.

"what bus are you going on..?" you mumbled, looking at the boy when he looked back at you with the first word you said. He smiled again, slowly shaking his head. "none, I usually walk home"

You furrowed your eyebrows. "then.. why are you here?" you turned your whole body to face him. "I saw you, and I felt bad" he answered, turning his body too, to face you. You were both facing each other as if you had all the time in the world, but the truth was; your bus was arriving in a minute.

You froze once again, handsome and caring? how much more perfect could he be? but you then just realized. By how much of a gentleman he was he was probably taken, with those looks he could get anyone he wanted. You turned your body again looking ahead of you when gulping.

"how old are you?" he asked, still looking at you when he tilted his head to one side. You didn't look back at him, fidgeting with your fingers. "I'm eighteen" you finally answered after two seconds.

The boy slowly nodded his head, now looking at the bus that was arriving. "you?" you quickly asked before you would have to go, you looked at the boy again, him running fingers through his silky hair. "nineteen" he looked back at you.

You nodded before standing up, he stood up too. When you walked towards the bus he held onto your wrist softly, making you turn your head. "hm-?" you hummed, looking at the boy who was looking at you. "don't catch a cold" he smiled while letting go of you. He looked like he wanted to say something else but he just shoved it away. You nodded once again leaving out a small breathy "thank you" before walking away.

stray kids are getting a lot of hate now so i decided to make this little thread to show you guys that they're literal angels and don't deserve to be treated like that

#1 they always produce and writes music to help others to go through hard times

they're aware of mental issues and other global issues for example they wrote songs about insomnia, depression and anxiety. there's too many songs that bring up these kind of topics but i will give you a few examples:

#2 chan goes live once a week so we don’t feel alone and so that we have someone to talk to & just relate to

channie's room became a safe space for a lot of fans

#3 not only chan goes live to help stays but the others do too

- hyunjin once asked for stays problems to see if he could give us advice and help us. he even read out a stays concern in english and tried his best to reply in english

- jisung went live to help stays fall asleep by reading a story

- changbin and jisung taught stays how to rap during one of their vlives

- minho goes live to teach fans their choreographies

#4 they support lgbt

- they attended new york pride in 2018 after kcon and met some fans there

- felix and changbin wore nike shoes that were designed to celebrate pride month

- felix talked about his ideal type and included a girl and boy type

*cough* someone's whipped for changbin *cough*

- hyunjin talked about the song "1-800-273-8255" and said that he cried while watching the mv (the mv is about about lgbt and suicide)

#5 they respect everyone no matter what race or skin color

- chan showed us that he's educated on the n word (3racha - p.a.c.e)

- he even said on his recent vlive that no matter your age, race or skin color stray kids concert is a safe place for everyone

#6 they open their hearts to us and show us that they're humans too and even kpop idols sometimes feel lonely just like everyone else

changbin in his solo track "streelight" talked about going through problems without being able to tell someone and encouraged people to trust others and open up. he used the streetlight as a metaphor for how someone may look bright in the darkness but are actually sad and alone.

he even included 'the blue project' in his mv. the blue project is to help raise awareness on mental health, helping to encourage people to open up. the blue plaint was inspired by jayden whyte who painted a tree blue on his parents' farm as a joke. he took his life in november 2018. after his death the blue tree took on a new purpose: “spread the paint and spread the message that it’s OK to not be OK.”

#7 they donate to charities regularly

minho buys his jewelry from korean brand wing bling. the percentage of every purchase is donated to wwf. he helped polar bears and supported snow leopard conservation through that small gesture

he also supports a child living in africa through unicef but the child doesn’t know that he’s an idol. but he said that if the opportunity comes one day he would like to invite that child to watch him perform (arena homme interview with minho&hyunjin - april 2020)

#8 chan once said that he wants to get tattoos but he isn’t because he won’t be able to donate blood regularly

okay but imagine chan in tattoos. we wouldn't survive that 😳

#9 they ended gender stereotypes by wearing unique outfits

they wore crop tops many times and jeongin once said that pink is for boys

#10 they made a series where they give advices to viewers on various topics (honey-tips)

jisung talked about depression (ep.4)

“You don't know what happiness is if there's only light so depression needs at least once in order to know how to recover. The deeper the depression is, the stronger the light will be. The light is definitely there."

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the list is already so long so i will finish it here. i hope this little thread will help you realize that all those hate comments aren't true. they're literal angels and no one deserve hate.

please reblog so more people can see it

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[update] just to make it clear. by haters i did not mean black stays. i meant all those people who used that situation to spread hate on the boys and send them death threats. i believe that educating them is the right solution, not spreading hate :cc

i even saw people bringing back that 'daddy thing' and getting mad at chan, thinking that he's telling underage fans to call him that when first of all he didn't mean to turn it into sexual matter and secondly underage stays shouldn't even know that's a sexual thing 🤡

they really don't deserve that

This, this is why I love them with all of my heart 🥺

Bruh imagine he just walks into JYP and he points to his shirt and he's just like "Read it and weep"

Channie + Headbands !

stray kids wallpaper/lockscreen/moodboard

pls do not steal and give credit

In many cultures, ethnic groups, and nations around the world, hair is considered a source of power and prestige. African people brought these traditions and beliefs to the Americas and passed them down through the generations.

In my mother’s family (Black Americans from rural South Carolina) the women don’t cut their hair off unless absolutely necessary (i.e damage or routine trimming). Long hair is considered a symbol of beauty and power; my mother often told me that our hair holds our strength and power. Though my mother’s family has been American born for several generations, it is fascinating to see the beliefs and traditions of our African ancestors passed down. We are emotionally and spiritually attached to our hair, cutting it only with the knowledge that we are starting completely clean and removing stagnant energy.

Couple this with the forced removal and covering of our hair from the times of slavery and onward, and you can see why so many Black women and men alike take such pride and care in their natural hair and love to adorn our heads with wigs, weaves, braids, twists, accessories, and sharp designs.

Hair is not just hair in African diaspora cultures, and this is why the appropriation and stigma surrounding our hair is so harmful.

Concept is thot.. skz keeps winning

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