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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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mango, m | jjk | 1

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: A love story between bad boy Jeon Jungkook and a strange girl with mango eating obsession.

warnings: rated M (18+) - please be warned this story will eventually touch on parental abuse and suicide; suggestive words/actions; mentions of nightmares plaguing the reader; non-idol!AU - university!AU; badboy!Jungkook x sociallyawkward!reader, ft bestfriend!Hoseok and friendly!Namjoon

yes it’s MAMA 2020 JK, it do really be like that

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You felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Did you do the Chemistry homework?”

You chewed the piece of dried mango in your mouth slowly. You knew that smooth voice. It was hard not to know it. Everyone at this university knew that voice, for better or for worse. You put down the book you were reading for your seminar class – Neuromancer, by William Gibson, translated into Korean. You turned your head, only a bit. Not facing him.

“I’m not about to let you cheat right in front of the professor, Jeon Jungkook.”

You heard rustling, rearrangement, and the seat next to you was suddenly filled with leather and denim, black hair with too much gel in it, and cheekbones higher than your GPA, which was quite high, both weighted and unweighted.

“Come on,” he whined in his deep voice that was not meant for whining. “You always sit in the front now. Move a couple rows back so I can copy.”

You reached into your messenger bag and pulled out another piece of dried mango. Placed the orange fruit in between your teeth and held it there, moving it from side to side. Jungkook was watching your mouth with his dark chocolate eyes. You sucked it into your lips and chewed.

“Why do you think I always sit in the front row, hm?”

You lifted your book again and continued reading, Chemistry homework right in front of you on the lecture hall’s narrow table. You didn’t bother to look up again until the teacher called for attention. Jungkook was no longer sitting next to you.

You had your eyes closed, leaning back against the wall, Samsung buds tucked safely in your ears, violins serenading you. Chemistry was going to start soon, but you had gotten here far too early. You wanted to read more of Neuromancer, but the class discussion was going to be on chapters one to three and you were already on chapter ten.

It was a bad habit, but you had many of them.

You felt movement next to you. Opened your eyes.

“You look different today,” Jeon Jungkook remarked. Smirking, with his black hair slicked back, different leather jacket, weird silver-coated pants. Holding his backpack by one strap, far too deflated for it to be containing much. Your messenger bag was smaller, but full of papers shoved into folders.

You tilted your head and reached into your bag. Pulled out another piece of dried mango, sticking it in between your teeth. Turned it around with your tongue, coating it with the sugary outside.

You were wearing a high-necked black dress, long-sleeved with a short skirt. Velvet, patterned tights with thorned roses and black boots with a ten-centimeter platform.

You sank your teeth into the softened mango and sucked it into your lips.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

You closed your eyes and didn’t open them until you heard the professor opening the lecture hall with his keys.

The outfit you wore last Chemistry lecture was an oversized purple sweatshirt and short black skirt, with opaque purple tights and black sneakers.

You were standing in the school store, picking up three packs of dried mango.

You brought them to the counter, to the student cashier. She rang you up and handed them back to you. You walked out, shoving them into your bag. Catching the eye of a certain someone.

“You shouldn’t eat so much sugar,” Kim Namjoon teased, nudging you with his arm.

Your eyes shifted to him and you slowly opened a bag. Shoved one in your mouth.

“They’re not that high in sugar,” you replied. “Read the nutrition facts.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Added sugar. Fruit is still sugar.”

“Mother Nature wouldn’t try to kill me.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows. “Um, viruses? Bacteria? Other human beings?”

“Viruses and bacteria are objective. They do not have desires or motivations,” you replied calmly, chewing. “Human beings are an abomination.”

“Still natural.”

“Then ‘artificial’ would have no meaning.”

“Artificial is defined as made by human beings.”

“Human beings are made by other human beings.” You stopped at a door, the seminar class. “The line is blurred.” You opened the door and entered, seeing the ten other students as you sat down in the middle, pulling out Neuromancer. Namjoon sat down next to you, pulling out his dog-eared book, wrinkled from being dropped in puddles. It was a stark contrast to your pristine copy.

“Did you finish reading?”

“Yeah,” you said simply as the lecture began.

Today, you wore pants.

Baggy, black, thick denim jeans with an oversized black sweater. A thick black belt, tight around your waist. No graphics. Hair down, too messy to have been brushed. You turned in your Chemistry homework at the front of the class and went to the far right. Sat down next to the wall where you knew the seat next to you was broken.

Last night was plagued with nightmares. You hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. You missed the first bus and, instead of your usual habit of being early, you ended up being on time today. In your book, on time meant late.

Nothing was going right today.

You watched the professor collect the homework.

You looked away, pulling out another book. Prey, by Michael Crichton. It was taking you a while to read this one. You had to look up words. English wasn’t your first language and the book was heavy with scientific terms. You cursed your lack of knowledge. It felt like you were losing some of the meaning by not knowing English well enough.

“I had to look for you today.”

Your nails curled into the softcover of the book.

Jeon Jungkook slid into the seat below you, grinning. Too much slicked black hair, leather creaking as he settled. Eyes dark like a starless sky.

You reached into your messenger bag. The plastic rustled as you felt around. Only two pieces left. Sigh, of course. You pulled one out. Placed it in your teeth. Spun it with your tongue. Jungkook watched, looking up at you. You snapped your teeth into it.

The piece sticking out of your lips fell.

Jungkook’s right hand shot out and caught it before it touched the ground. Ink black tattoos winked at you. Small ones, one of a smiley face with x’s for eyes, one of a heart, another of a king’s crown. One by one, his long fingers curled open, revealing the small piece of dried mango.

You chewed, eyes flickering to his face.

Jungkook smirked and pulled his hand back. He inspected the fruit, the curved part where your teeth had sliced into. Then he popped it into his mouth, eyes shifting to you.

But you were already reading your book, nose deep and ignoring him.

“Just let me try.”

You frowned, but held out your hands.

Jung Hoseok, your childhood best friend, inspected your nails. He had a row of tools in front of him. You were in his shabby little apartment. He didn’t attend university. He was a street dancer, sometimes a backup dancer for idol groups. He choreographed for a few lesser-known idols too. You knew Hoseok was going to get his big break soon.

You two rarely saw each other anymore.

He asked last week if he could practice painting your nails. He had odd hobbies like that. Hoseok liked fashion too. He was wearing colorful beaded bracelets, vintage white t-shirt, and loose gray sweatpants. Pink headband and a green hair tie holding up his bangs like a sprout.

The only reason Hoseok was your best friend was because you didn’t have any other friends, thus making him the best by default.

He began to file your long nails.

“Do you have a preferred shape?”

You blinked at him. “I don’t care.”

Hoseok smiled. “I think pointed nails would look good on you.”

“Okay.”

You were still wearing your baggy black jeans. Hoseok’s honey brown eyes went from your nails to your legs.

“Are you okay?”

You gave him a blank look.

Hoseok put down the glass nail file. “I’m sorry I haven’t been a good friend.”

You shook your head slowly. “You’re busy. I think all your hard work will be noticed soon. You’re blowing up on Instagram.”

Hoseok’s eyes went wide. “You made an Instagram?”

“Only to follow you. I haven’t posted anything.”

He gave you a grateful smile. The tiny dimples on the sides of his lips appeared. “Thanks.”

You nodded. The sides of your mouth moved up robotically. Hoseok nudged you, picking up the glass nail file again.

“Don’t pretend smile. I can tell.”

“Sorry.”

Minutes passed. Hoseok blew the filed keratin away gently and wiped your nails with some acetone. He held out the colors. All bright. You picked the violet and he grinned.

“You can talk to me.”

“It’s always the same shit, Hoseok.”

He frowned, painting cautiously. The harsh scent of nail polish filled your nose.

“Even if it is,” Hoseok murmured, trying not to disturb his careful work. “Talking about it will help you vent.”

“Catharsis is scientifically proven to be completely useless and sometimes amplifies the condition.”

Hoseok gave you a displeased look.

“Sorry.”

He sighed at your apology. He had told you many times before to stop apologizing for nothing. You just did automatically. Trained from repeated years of trying not to be a nuisance. Trying not to be there when you were obviously there. Hoseok tapped the purple against his palm, trying to prevent it from getting goopy.

“You can stay here,” Hoseok remarked. “I said you could.”

You shook your head. “You can barely pay your own electricity bill. And you’ll never get laid if you live with a ghost.”

Hoseok laughed. He had a fun laugh, a great one that was real and genuine. “You can joke around.”

You smiled.

Hoseok could always make you smile at least once.

Today it was a tight black leather skirt with a baggy white dress shirt. Black tights with a pinstripe design, silver and black ankle boots. Black turtleneck under the white shirt. And your purple fingernails with yellow smiley face nail stickers, done by Jung Hoseok himself.

You had thought about wearing your baggy jeans again, but seeing your painted nails made you change your mind for some reason.

You sat in the front row of the Chemistry lecture hall. Pulled out Prey by Michael Crichton once again, phone handy to look up translations. You had ten minutes.

The creak of leather squeaked next to you. Instantly, your left hand slid down.

You left long fingers encase yours suddenly, stopping you from reaching into your messenger bag. Your teeth sank into your lower lip. The strong fingers held you tight, stroking your knuckles. Slight calluses, filed and well-kept nails.

“I like your nail polish.”

You ripped your hand out of Jeon Jungkook’s grasp. Shoved it into your bag and pulled out a piece of dried mango.

Didn’t look at him.

Just put it in your mouth and chewed, staring straight ahead.

“You look cute today.”

Chewed.

“Did you–”

You stabbed your finger to the desk, taking your book from it. Didn’t say anything.

He copied your homework.

“You alright?”

Namjoon stood up as the seminar class ended.

“You were quiet today. Usually, you have a lot to say.”

You placed your papers in your folder mechanically and looked up at him. “Was I?”

Namjoon nodded. “Kind of missed having your devil’s advocate point of view.”

Your head lowered. You stared at your left hand for a second. Remembering the feeling of Jeon Jungkook’s hand clutching yours.

“Have a lot on my mind.”

There were no packs of dried mango on the shelf.

None.

You went to the cashier. Asked when they would restock.

“Some guy bought all of them.” The cashier frowned. “I’m sorry. I know you’re the only one who buys them. I’ll reorder and keep extras behind the counter from now on.”

You stepped out of the school store. You only had a few pieces left. You took your phone out of your pocket and checked the nearest grocery store. It was only a few bus stops away. You began to walk out of the student common area, calling the number. Asking if they had dried mango in stock. They did. Could you keep three bags behind the counter? They could. You said you would be over right away.

Black leather right in front of your face.

You walked around it.

It followed you.

You stopped and hung up. Slowly raised your head.

Jeon Jungkook stared at you. He was holding a bag from the school store. It was filled to the brim with packs of cellophane-wrapped dried mango. His black hair was slicked back, eyebrow raised. Eyes so dark that they reminded you of a bottomless pit. No smirk this time. Serious, his dark brows furrowed.

You gave him a black stare. Then you tried to move around him.

He grabbed your upper arm tightly, shoving the bag into your chest. You recoiled, but he grabbed your other arm and clamped it over the plastic. You pushed it back at him and he planted his hand down on your forearm, firmly.

You felt a little tick in your face as a muscle tensed. You did not look at him.

“Call them back,” Jungkook stated. “Tell them you don’t need it anymore.”

Your eyes shifted back and forth.

“I don’t need your charity.”

“Do it.”

His hand was immobile on your forearm, fingers burying in the loose white fabric of your dress shirt. Your other hand held your phone. You awkwardly redialed the number and brought it to your ear. Told the pleasant lady that you found some dried mango, but thank you for holding it. She said it was no problem and told you to have a great day.

Jungkook let you go.

You ran away, clutching the bag.

When you arrived to your own shabby apartment, you dumped the packs dried mango all over your bed, a rainstorm of crinkled plastic. You were panting from running. Heart beating so fast you thought you were dying.

You lived in the poor part of the city. The apartments were like coffins, one room, tiny kitchenette with one stovetop, one sink. A tiny bathroom with a shower. No living room, just your twin bed in the center. You lived alone, because your mother worked overseas to pay for you to go to university.

The other parent could never come looking for you anymore.

You stared at the packs of dried mango. Why had he done that? You didn’t understand.

You didn’t understand Jeon Jungkook.

The landlord came by, knocking on the door. You backed away from the pile of mango and opened the front door, seeing the old man’s face.

He smiled at you. Thanked you for paying for in advance. You nodded mutely. He looked past you, at the bed covered in dried mango. Asked you how you were doing, if you were okay. You nodded again, not replying.

The old man smiled at you, somewhat sadly. Pity in his eyes. But you couldn’t speak to him. You couldn’t reply. You didn’t have a pack of mango with you, so you were voiceless.

He told you that if you ever needed anything to let him know.

You nodded, silent.

The old man bowed and let you be.

You closed the door, locked it. Back flat against it, breathless. Winded from nothing. Your eyes flickered to the bed. Something came over you. You stalked over to it. Then you shoved the plastic bags of dried mango away, off your bed, throwing them everywhere. Watching them fall, one by one, tumbling, tumbling, thundering plastic all around you.

You panted hard, staring at your hands. At the purple nail polish, chipping a little.

You wondered when the nightmares would finally go away.

You sat in the front row in the Chemistry lecture.

Red skirt, oversized grey sweater. Opaque black tights. Black sneakers.

Staring straight ahead. Chewing on a piece of dried mango.

Trying to hold on.

You hadn’t slept at all last night. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was apathy. In the morning, you had thought about wearing baggy pants again. But those purple nails winked at you, only a few smiley faces clinging on. Hoseok would have told you to wear something nice, if you called him then.

So, you wore a skirt and waited for lecture to start, chewing.

You reached into your bag, fishing for another piece. It wasn’t there. The plastic pack of dried mango was gone.

You jerked your head abruptly. It was being held out to you, from the tattooed right hand of Jeon Jungkook. He stared at you. Dark eyes so intense it felt like hellfire. Hair slicked back with too much gel. Leather jacket over a black shirt.

He did not speak this time.

You tried to take the bag, but he held it tightly. Pried open the opening a little wider, tipping it to you.

You reached in. Grabbed a piece.

Jungkook watched you. In between the teeth. Turning it with your tongue, licking off the sugar. Sucking it in, making it disappear into the pink canal.

He lowered the packet, putting it back in your messenger bag. Took out your book, handing it to you.

He did not speak.

Your hand grasped the softcover copy of Prey. Jungkook kept staring at you. Your eyes went to the book. To the words on the page. Away from Jeon Jungkook and his piercing eyes.

“Did you get compliments on your nails?”

“One.”

Hoseok smiled cheerfully as he gently took off the purple nail polish. It still stank of acetone though. “Oh? Did it feel nice?”

“I don’t know.”

Hoseok tilted his head, frowning. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Your eyes shifted. “I don’t know because I don’t know if it was a genuine compliment or a ruse.”

“Ruse for what?” Hoseok quipped, planting the cotton ball on your nail and holding it down.

You thought of that slicked black hair and those corrupting black eyes.

“Hoseok.”

“Mhm?”

“Why did you suddenly have an interest in painting nails?”

Hoseok paused. His honey brown eyes flashed up to you. Then he looked back down at your hands.

“Because it is a frivolous thing.”

You blinked at him. He wiped your nails clean. He tapped the bottle of base coat, along with a top coat and the same bright colors.

“It is something purely for fun and vanity. It has no real meaning and is only good for self-care.”

“Did you rehearse this?”

He held up the bottle of base coat and frowned at you, closing his eyes and trying to remember the rest of his speech.

“It is something you won’t do for yourself, so I want to do it for you.” His brown orbs found yours. There was something conflicted in those eyes. “I want to spend time with you. I want you to know this. I want you to remember you have a friend when you look at your hands.”

Your lips parted.

“I can’t be there and hold you when you wake up from the nightmares.”

You looked down, down at your lap of your red skirt and grey oversized sweater.

“I know I cannot make them stop. I know I cannot change what has happened to you or make it better.”

Hoseok held your hands tightly, even though you weren’t looking at him. Held you, voice apologetic and hurting for you, feeling for you when you tried so desperately to feel nothing at all.

“But I want you to remember, every time you look at your hands. You have a friend.”

“I like your nail polish.”

Your nails were neon pink and green, with small flower stickers. Hoseok said the top coat should keep the stickers on better this time. He was learning. He said YouTube helped.

You reached into your bag, but a piece of dried mango appeared next to your lips. Your eyes traveled up that those well-kept nails and the tan hand with the tiny tattoos, up the leather sleeve, to the slicked-back black hair and angular jaw of Jeon Jungkook. His pink lips had a tiny mole under them. Those dark chocolate eyes stared at you.

“Eat it.”

Your hand reached for it, but he shook his head once.

“Eat it,” he repeated.

You leaned forward, the fabric of your purple sweatshirt bunching. Caught the dried fruit with your teeth, pulled back. Turned it in your mouth. Sucked it in and chewed.

Jungkook seemed satisfied. His eyes went down to your black leather skirt and black pinstriped tights. Black and silver ankle boots. Eyes back up, stopping at your thighs. Then he looked up at you.

And for once you weren’t nose deep in Prey.

You were staring at him.

“Give me your phone.”

You unlocked your phone and handed it to him.

Jungkook found the messenger app and typed in a new message. You watched him. He typed your name into the text bubble and sent it to a number. Then he handed your phone back to you.

You took it.

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic

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saturn-mp4 · 4 years

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The Aesthetic Tag

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

#aesthetic #my aesthetic #why is my aesthetic literally Jack Kline?!

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hiddenclawsof · 4 years

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aesthetic tag game

tagged by @yutopiada (one of my fav ptg writers out there still notices me to this day im emo--)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

@yunwoo, @wookikun , @hojinhoe (hi no pressure in doing this but if you want to do this you are welcome to do so ((: )

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yungidreamer · 4 years

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Aesthetic tag game

tagged by @seoultraveller

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

i’m tagging @uncommoncold @twancingyunhoe @luthenia and whoever else wants to do it. if you like this, i think you should just totally jump in and do it!! (NO OBLIGATION TO DO THIS!)

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kitkatwinchester · 4 years

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Aesthetic Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @jelly-pies and @letscatchyoulater! I know you guys tagged me a while ago, but it took me a bit to come up with my own aesthetics lol. It was super fun though!!

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

I’m tagging @baloobird, @jen27ny, @crowleyellestair, @howdoistopthetrain, @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover, @ironfamjam, @jolinarjackson, @irondad-not-ironsad, @joyful-soul-collector, @justme--emily, and @annieshurley.

#tag game #aesthetics #enjoy! <3

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phdead · 4 years

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The Aesthetic Tag

Thank you @booknerdphd for the tag!

I tag @vampireculture, @studying-engineering, @phd-students-diamond, @evenrose, @cafe-study, @dearmirah, @sleepanon, @gliagirlphd, @gallaxygay

#tagged #this was really cool!#i wanna see if ppl have a similar aesthetic to me

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cantseemtohide · 4 years

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Simmer - ‘Get to Know’

Thank you @burnedparadisesimblr and @myverycoolnickname for the tag 😊 I cut out a lot of questions that I can’t be arsed to answer so if you want the full list you can see it here 👍

Your name: Sam

Languages you speak: English, did a bit of Spanish at school but probably not even to just about muddling through on holiday standard. Your play style: I just play the game how it is.

Your favorite age state: I don’t have a favourite although because I usually play with premade sims that probably tends towards young adults more often. Toddlers maybe have the most purely fun gameplay. The way the game is so narrowly focused on young adults is a bit annoying although I’m sure it makes commercial sense (and the cc that gets made follows that pattern so it’s even more obviously the case). Your favorite season: I like them all and think they did a really good job with the Seasons pack but if I had to pick I’d say Autumn is my favourite. It looks gorgeous in some of the worlds and I like the rain. But overall I just like how the seasons shape and give direction to my gameplay, there’s not enough of that in the game.

Your favorite career: I suppose I’d pick the acting career but I’m not too interested in any of them tbh. I’ve never completed a career in the game.

Your favorite aspiration: not really bothered about aspirations, sometimes I cheat to give sims the reward traits from them for character reasons but otherwise I pretty much completely ignore them. Your favorite EP, SP or GP: City Living is the best expansion pack, it has the best world and the best gameplay. The CAS stuff is good, the build stuff is great and it just feels more lively than anything else in the game. StrangerVille or Dine Out are my favourite game packs. I was really surprised how much I liked StrangerVille as I didn’t think I would, and I just love restaurant lots so Dine Out has to be up there. As for stuff packs, Vintage Glamour is great and so is Movie Hangout.

Your favorite skill: Singing is actually quite fun to level up but they’re mostly kind of a dull chore and I pretty much ignore them. Don’t think I’ve ever maxed a skill for an adult sim. The size of your mods folder: Nowt in there

Your favorite sim (picture if possible): The Bheedas are my favourite definitely, couldn’t pick one of them.

Which Sims games you have played (including mobile games): Only TS4

Best part of simblr: It’s nice sharing a hobby and getting to know other simmers 👍 Worst part of simblr: Probably the worst part of simblr is really more to do with tumblr which is how much of a source of anxiety it seems to be for a lot of people, and that’s something deliberately provoked by the structure of the site and is fundamental to its business model. Forums were much better in that way, more of a level playing field, and I don’t remember any forum I ever used having anything like the levels of anxiety that are a permanent fixture here. What other games you play: I’m not too much into video/pc games but I do have a Nintendo Switch which I play a bit. Luigi’s Mansion is the best on that.

I’ll tag @dragonflydaydreamer @simsfvr @dynastiasims @weicyn @thereesespiece @biffybobs @flethro @seraphicsimblr @alittledaylight @opheliavilla @intoxicatedsims @mdianasims

As always feel free to ignore if you’ve already done this or prefer not to!

#non sims #tag thing #simmer get to know

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booknerdphd · 4 years

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The Aesthetic Tag

Thanks @psychedaboutstudying for the tag! Sorry for the delay, I’ve been drowning in my summer paper, but it’s finally put together so I’m going back to all my @’s!

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

[Just took her outline to add to!]

I tag @cancerbiophd, @phdead and whoever else wants to do this! It’s fun and I’m interested in your aesthetics. (Also I hope I did this right XD)

#aesthetic tags #tagged

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schleiereule94 · 4 years

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The Aesthetic Tag

Tagged by @evenrose, thanks, taht was fun! :)

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

Tagging @sapphirecastles, @speculative-imaginaries and @biomedstudyblr14

#mylife #personal #tags #aestheitcs

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seoultraveller · 4 years

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aesthetic tag game

tagged by @kodabodaa a very very long time ago

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

i’m tagging @atthispointwhoevencares @closer-stars @yeocult @yungidreamer @daybreakx @atiny-ahgase @chrryhwa @seongghwaa and whoever else wants to do it. if you like this, i think you should just totally jump in and do it!! (NO OBLIGATION TO DO THIS!)

#those are my aesthetics #what are yours?

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wookikun · 4 years

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aesthetic tag game

tagged by @hiddenclawsof (who wrote the very first WooKi I've read and well I'm facing some unpleasant moments but u still remembers me and that heals me a lot)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

I'm not gonna tag anyone cuz I'm unfamiliar here but still I want to do this si without tagging I just do it :(((((

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milkybonya · 4 years

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aesthetic tag game

tagged by my dear @thelilyshope <3 <3 (taking a break from studying to do this!)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

@tomoonine, @jfc-max, @hiddenclawsof, @yuthoe i tag youuu ! (but there is no obligation to do this :”) )

#no fics just kicks

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clios-purls · 7 years

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I was tagged by @biscuit-drivels thank you so much!! five things you’ll find in my bag 1. A bag of tissues because I am a serial sneezer. Everyone asks if I’ve got a cold but I usually don’t - its just how my nose is! Also tissues always come in handy.

2. A notebook. So I can write things down. Its currently got reading lists and poetry fragments and an entire novel that my mum and I plotted out on the train once using the station names for characters.

3. My diary/planner thing because I have the worst memory in the world and even with it I keep forgetting to do important things.

4. Paper and school folders that are bursting they’re so full of notes. I’m looking forward to the distant day when I don’t have to carry so much around and break my back all the time.

5. Sometimes, my latest knitting project, to keep my hands busy at a lunch time.

five things I’ve always wanted to do in life 1. Fall in love.

2. Fly a plane. Like a stunt plane. A strange thing for a girl who’s still a bit scared of heights to say, but something about gliding and soaring through the sky would be so freeing.

3. Be a re-enactor. Technically this shouldn’t count because I have been doing Medieval re-enactment for the past few years but my true love is early 20th century (and early 19th and late 19th and mid 20th) and one day I really hope to get the chance to be an elegant Edwardian lady in a grand old house for a weekend.

4. Travel. I used to dream of being an adventurer when I was a child - I think I’d watched too much Indiana Jones! These days its less of a dream but I still want to go exploring across Europe and see Morocco and Eygpt and Istanbul and more.

5. Go to university. Having grown up on tales of my parents’ adventures, it was always my goal and as of next (school) year (I’ll start in September), soon to be achieved.

five things I’m currently into 1. knitting. I’ve started my second pair of socks (ever) and its taken my ages to find a pattern that will fit but I love sitting there in the evenings with my family and a drama on tv, knitting quietly.

2. The Halcyon, itv. Its your regular period drama, its got love, intrigue, revenge plots, angst you name it. I love it.

3. Also in the vein of period dramas I literally just started watching ‘A Place To Call Home’ which is an Australian period drama and again, I adore it.

4. Vintage clothing. Circle skirts in particular. There’s just something so classy about a swishy skirt.

5. Every minute I don’t have to study. Which sadly is not right now. Oh well I’m going to finish this first.

five things on my to-do list 1. Survive prelims.

2. Get into the Uni of my dreams. I’ve got offers from other places but the one I want, not yet. I’m keeping all my fingers crossed.

3. Make my prom dress. I need to hurry up with that one but finding appropriate material at affordable prices is ridiculously impossible, especially given the fact that there is barely one habadashers near me that sells dressmaking fabric.

4. Learn to drive.

5. Be happy?

five things people may not know about me 1. My favourite colour is blue? I keep fiddling with my blog theme so its not that obvious anymore.

2. I wear glasses and I’m effectively as blind as a bat without them.

3. I’ve been wearing glasses since I was about 4 years old.

4. I was worn in Texas, although I’m British through and through. (Now living in Scotland)

5. I’m currently attempting to teach myself how to edit film (okay its with iMovie which is so easy and straight forward its a miracle) to put together a short film my friends and I made for my 1920s themed Birthday party last year.

i tag @stanzi-manzi @leoenjolras @loveofromance @dracogoestopigfarts7 @ultravhiolence

#me #this was really fun thank you!

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rainycollectortheoristposts-blog · 6 years

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Every Gentleman Should Possess a Pocket Blade

It used to be that a pocket knife was a necessary item a man taken with your pet. You had your bank account, your keys, and your reliable pocket cutlery. The History of the Pocket Blade First Millennium Romans come up with first flip pocket knife. They made for easy carrying for soldiers as well as other explorers on the journeys along with conquests. However, as the use of sheathed cutlery became very popular, the use of wallet knives chop down somewhat straight into disfavor. By the overdue 16th Century, pocket kitchen knives began to gain back popularity. These folks were especially well-known in the American colonies. Through farmers in order to lawyers, adult men from all areas of life started to bring them. The supreme portable device, the wallet knife would be a useful assist in various responsibilities, including eating on the go. Bank account knives have already been an essential tool for soldiers throughout American history. The big apple and New Hampshire required their militias to carry pocket knives in the American Trend. Even George Washington toted 1 around as he led his / her troops. The U.Azines. Navy commenced issuing pants pocket knives in order to sailors through the Civil Battle. During World war 2, the bank account knife ended up being standard gripe for American GIs. Guys have been carrying pocket knives for centuries. However with increased safety at the international airport and other complexes, knives have been disappearing through men’s pockets. Nevertheless these minimal obstacles are certainly not sufficient need to give up transporting a cutlery completely. Best fixed blade EDC Knife carrying of your pocket chef's knife is a macho tradition that should be continued. Exactly why a Man Should Carry a Pocket Knife Present have you been in a situation where you’ve thought to yourself, “Damn, the knife would be really handy now!” Here are a couple instances when any pocket knife can come in useful or just make simple things in life more enjoyable: • Opening a box. • Cutting string, tags, along with string. • Slicing an apple company. I love ingesting an apple company that I’ve lower with my pocket cutlery, slice by slice. You really feel like a undesirable ass doing it. You hold the particular apple within your non-dominant hand make a portion with the knife using your prominent hand. As soon as you make the cut, pinch this between your usb and blade blade. Deliver the blade to your mouth and deposit the apple mackintosh slice. • Beginning a letter. Certain, you could use the finger, nevertheless using a chef's knife is just far more manly. • Gun. Not the most efficient, but it’s an improvement on nothing. • Camping. Exactly how else would you like to sharpen the stage that a stick in preparation pertaining to stabbing your feed? And by victim I mean hot dog. • You never know when you’re going to have to MacGyver your way out of an emergency. Be prepared. • You need something to clench in your teeth whenever swinging from the rope. What type of pocket cutlery should you find? Picking out a knife is a individual thing. It’s such as picking out a pocket book. It all depends upon personal taste. Men have the bond using tools. Decide on something that comfortable to wear in your palm, and that you’ll be proud of and want to take with you. There are a few common designs of pocket cutlery: the connector knife, the pen cutlery, and the multi-purpose cutlery. We’ll discuss the options and great things about each one, so that you can help you choose what kind of chef's knife you should get. Jack knife. A new jack cutlery has a easy hinge on one side, and may convey more than one sharp edge. The jack knife will be popular among seekers, fishermen, and also campers. Dog pen knife. Any pen chef's knife is lightweight at both ends of the take care of, and usually provides two or three rotor blades at each finish. The compose knife had been originally made to cut or sharpen dog pen quills for producing. The pencil knife is great if you want multiple type of blade. It’s also smaller than average lightweight as well as won’t be noticeable from the pocket associated with dress clothing. Multi-purpose knife. These are probably the most well-known pocketknives. The Europe Army cutlery and the Renovator are probably the most well known of the multi-purpose cutlery. Boy Look knives will also be multi-purpose knives. In addition to the knife sharp edge, multi-purpose knives have can openers, scissers, leather punchers, forceps, or even tools. These can be useful on hiking trips. Nonetheless, if just about all you’re looking for is really a sharp edge, the extra features will probably frustrate you. You can find variations of these knife patterns that you should consider as well. Allow me to share few to take into account: Lock knife knife. The specific blade describes it all. Whenever you open the blade fully on this sort of knife, your blade curly hair in place. Final the sharp edge requires you to definitely release your blade simply by pressing recorded on a lever located nearby the back from the knife manage to disengage the particular hook in the notch in which keeps your blade in place. A fasten blade is useful for more robust use. An illustration of this a secure blade chef's knife is the Dollar knife. Get joint chef's knife. On a slide joint blade, the knife doesn’t lock, but is held set up by a springtime device that permits the blade to collapse only if some pressure is applied. Most pencil knives or multi-purpose knives use the slip mutual blade. For the reason that blade is less stable, it should simply be used for light jobs. Scrubbing folder blade. This is another way of a non-locking edge. Friction directory knives use friction relating to the blade along with the scales to support the sharp edge in place when opened. One-handed opening up. Newer kitchen knives have a attribute that allows pertaining to one-handed opening. On the top of the blade, there is a opening that enables you to place the sleep pad of your thumb in. Just press upward and Pow, you got an open knife. This selection makes using a pocket cutlery much easier, specially when you have both hands full. Where to Get a Wallet Knife The top pocket knifes to have are the ones which has a sense of background. I tote around a pants pocket knife in which my father presented to me. It’s nevertheless in fantastic shape, with regular sharpening cuts like new. It’s something real that jogs my memory of my father. One day I hope to pass that down to my son. Consequently ask the dad when he has a vintage pocket chef's knife that he can give to you. I’m positive he’ll be happy to move it coupled. If you can’t obtain a hand by using an old bank account knife, or even the one your current dad as well as grandpa provided you is not really usable, pick yourself up a new one. You will find pocket cutlery at any kind of outdoor store. Better yet, look for a knife keep in town so you have got a wider selection to choose from.

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tattly · 7 years

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Tattly Talk: Q&A with Materials for the Arts’ Harriet Taub

In May of 2016, Materials for the Arts (MFTA) became the newest Tattly Does Good not-for-profit partner. The organization, based in Queens, is New York’s premiere reuse center. Its 35,000-square-foot warehouse is a materials haven for educators in the New York City, particularly for public school teachers. CD jewel cases, normally an after-thought and a relic of the recent digital past, now have use as mini canvases for collages and dioramas. When the Metropolitan Museum of Art digitized its archives, thousands of 35-millimeter slides were given to MFTA, which in turn commissioned five artists to create works.

Executive Director Harriet Taub and her team took Tattly through the space recently. During the visit, the warehouse was also occupied by school groups of young children, whose trip culminated in an art class on site. There is so much to know about MFTA, so Tattly’s Yng-Ru Chen asked Harriet a few questions about this truly unique organization.

Yng-Ru Chen: Harriet, tell us about Materials for the Arts and why it's so unique in terms of it being a city organization that works with the departments of cultural affairs and sanitation and education.

Harriet Taub: I am so glad you asked that! Materials for the Arts occupies a unique space in City government. It is supported by the Departments of Cultural Affairs, Sanitation and Education as it serves all of their missions. By collecting unneeded, excess materials and giving them away for free to nonprofits and public schools and providing training and classes on how to use these non-traditional arts materials, MFTA hits all the right spots: supporting arts and culture; promoting sustainable practices and environmental sustainability, and creating access for organizations large and small. Besides these three government entities, MFTA also works with dozens of other City agencies to provide them with free materials for their programming or infrastructure. We probably have more .nyc.gov email addresses in our data base than any other City agency (except maybe Payroll Administration!). In addition, in 2002, we started our own nonprofit – Friends of Materials for the Arts. Catchy name right? We raise money through Friends in order to supplement the menu of things we can provide and that the City money will not cover. That includes all of our educational programming, our Artist in Residence and Gallery program and our extra transportation initiative which helps us hire additional trucks to pick up materials.

The 35,000-square-foot warehouse in Long Island City, Queens.

YRC: The breadth of your reach is incredible. How many teachers does the organization serve every year? How many students?

HT: Last year, MFTA reached over 17,879 students and served 3,874 teachers and school staff members through workshops, courses and on-site residencies.

New York City school students work with MFTA’s materials to create original artworks. Photo courtesy MFTA.

YRC: And on the flip side, you have the businesses who donate the supplies. Can you give a couple of examples of the types of companies that provide the materials?

HT: We seem to occupy a niche as the go-to people when someone wants to donate almost anything. That said, we work within a network of similar organizations such as Big Reuse, which accepts building materials; The Salvation Army, Goodwill, and Housing Works which take in clothing and bedroom furniture. We often make referrals to these organizations when a donor’s items would be better placed with them. Since New York City is a fashion and design capital of the world, we take lots of fabric and trim from fashion houses, home furnishing businesses and event planners. The film and TV production industries also donate props and set pieces, paint and costumes. And regular people like you or me when they are moving, cleaning out and purging often donate the most interesting items. Photo collections, vintage patterns and buttons. Our regular donors include Marc Jacobs, Estée Lauder, and McKinsey. Besides giving items away through our warehouse operation, we have an online service for our members where we can place one small item – a laptop for example or a refrigerator or a piano. It works like Craigslist and we move tons of materials that way.

Spools of thread are organized by color in the warehouse.

YRC: What was the most unusual or surprising donation in your experience thus far?

HT: That is hard to answer as everyday there are amazing donations. Once a midtown Manhattan hotel was renovating and they donated all of their lobby palm trees! Google once donated 100 Razor Scooters and I had this idea that they might be an amazing addition for a dance piece. We sent out an e-mail to all of our dance organizations and they were soon in the hands (and feet) of dancers and choreographers across New York City.

The fashion industry is one of MFTA’s largest donors of materials.

YRC: Are there certain types of materials that you'd like more of in terms of donations? Maybe Tattly can help get the word out!

HT: Well the things our members use are pretty varied but generally everyone wants paper – large and small. They also want vibrant fabrics, trims, ribbons, buttons and beads and great technology – laptops, iPads. Household items for real use or as props and musical instruments are also in demand. Rolling office chairs and stacking chairs are also hot ticket items when we can get them.

A mural made from plastic and bottle caps by kindergarten students at PS 197. Photo courtesy MFTA.

YRC: We loved seeing some of the examples of projects made by school students using items normally headed for the trash. What is your favorite example of reuse for art? It can be at MTFA or by any artist you admire.

HT: I personally love when people take a material and transform it into something completely different, like when paper looks like steel or when metal bends like fabric. One of my favorite artists is El Antsui, a Ghanaian artist who transforms wine labels and metal soda tops into large breathtaking wall hangings. He has pieces at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Museum of Art and Design. I also love the masks that are made from repurposed file folders. They show the flexibility and ingenuity of materials that can be found all around you and repurposed into new and dynamic projects.

Bunke by Lotta Jansdotter is a Tattly design sold to benefit MFTA.

YRC: As the executive director, what is your biggest challenge in running MFTA?

HT: Money is always a challenge and I say that in the best possible way. Even with support from our City partners and our nonprofit, there are always needs that go unmet. Our work in schools has proven to be so successful but there are costs to providing two teaching artists and the schools are not always in a position to pay the full amount so we often raise funds through grants or through private dollars to support this work. The other challenge is staffing. People come and people go. Our salaries often can’t compete with the private sector so we lose quality people as they move on. However that also offers opportunity for new, energetic staff members to come on board. In the end that is just life in the work world.

YRC: Many teachers will want to know more about MFTA. How do they get access to the programs and materials?

HT: Most schools are already MFTA recipients. Teachers should speak to their principals about being added to the school's list of authorized representatives. For any questions about the school’s account, teachers can email [email protected]

YRC: Thank you so much, Harriet! We are so happy to have MFTA as a partner here at Tattly.

Bunke, a design by artist Lotta Jansdotter, is sold by Tattly to benefit Materials for the Arts. 80% of the purchase price of this Tattly is donated to help MFTA achieve its mission.

All photographs, unless otherwise specified, by Natasha Janardan for Tattly.

#tattly does good #Materials for the Arts #Harriet Taub #Tattly Talk

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