#( reflection vlog )

[seyoonlgc]

TRAINEE MISSION 014 - VLOG SOLO - DAY 7

"Hello hello, it's your Seyoonie and I am having the time of my life!" He gave the camera a big over the head heart and grinned. "I am happy to see you, let's spend some time together and chat about the cruise so far."

Let's see, where should he even start?

"Oh, I got this Winnie the Pooh headband from Shanghai Disneyland. If you know me, then you know I like bears." His grandmother had them stitched onto a lot of his clothing items ever since childhood, both because he liked it and to distinguish his stuff from his brothers'. Now he was an adult and occasionally felt embarrassed by the fact she still did that, but it came from a place of love and he couldn't really say no, right?

"I still can't believe we just got to go to Disneyland. When they first told me about this cruise, I was shocked because isn't this like, a free trip? Sure, there are workshops, but a lot of these don't even feel like work because they are so amusing. For example, we had a voice acting one that I would definitely like to do more of because it was so much fun." The food's also been really good so far. Seyoon spent a large portion of his days just thinking about what they would be having next. "I've been playing laser tag to exercise. For extra fun, I came up with this whole background story." That was solely for his own entertainment and nobody else's. In fact, he might have weirded out a few fellow trainees when he zoomed past them yelling you aliens will never catch me alive!

"So everybody on my team were humans, okay, and we were like, the final survivors on earth. The other team were the aliens invading us and this is our last stand type of thing." Seyoon called himself Captain Abie and was dramatically sliding down from ledges on his back, shooting backwards while shouting random things in English about freedom. That was actually rather American of him, even though he was born on the other side of the border.

"I am actually really good at laser tag, and since I run so fast people have trouble getting me. However..." And this was truly tragic. "My gun had some sort of issue near the end and didn't work. I was like oh nooo, wait a second, let me figure out what's going on first! But the other person didn't wait at all! He started chasing after me and shooting at me even though I was like STOOOOOOP-" To be fair the other trainee could have 100% not heard him since it was loud in there. "Guess I shouldn't have expected honor from the aliens," Seyoon sighed mournfully. "You would have listened to me, I am sure. You wouldn't be able to shoot me after I said please, right?" He scooted closer to the camera, placed his hands on either sides of his cheeks and gave them a squish, trying to summon his imploring look.

"I really liked the jpop class too." Moving onto another topic. "Even though I don't speak Japanese, I listened to a lot of songs growing up. Music is something you don't need to understand in order to enjoy, I think. It was also just nice spending time with the other trainees." What else, what else. "Oh, I learned the importance of bringing sea sick medicine! I don't have the problem but I brought some for my brother, and ended up giving some to the other trainees too. I am sure the staff has lots, but it's nice to be prepared." He was a little proud of himself for thinking ahead.

"Tomorrow we are going to the Tree Grove and I am really looking forward to it. Guess I should rest early. Let's talk again soon!"

#lgc:traineemission #( reflection vlog ) #trainee mission 014 #he's embarrassing omg

[sunshinetrinket]

tommy says sorry like every time he just looks vaguely toward a stranger

#who is going to tell him its not rude to glance at people #this post is brought to you by the Tom Simons vlogs #mcyt #tommyinnit #trinket reflects

[vahanians]

@262v i need a phd before i can even begin to understand the loonaverse

#basically there are 3 worlds/universes #1 is ours/earth where the 1/3 girls are + yeojin #2nd is the odd eye world where kim lip jinsoul and choerry are + have powers #3rd is eden/heaven (?) where the yyxy girls are #choerry can travel between these worlds by eating her fruit the cherry and they’re trying to bring the girls together #vivi is an android. for some reason. #but in eden yves gowon and chuu left olivia and escaped #theres a theory that yyxy is all one person just a reflection of different aspects bc of the one teaser #also hyunjin and choerry are mirrors-they’re always together in mvs and she even shows up in lcm i believe #but there is a big theory that hyunjin was originally w oec bc her color is yellow and kl and js are the other primary colors whereas #choerry’s color is a mix of blue and red aka purple #supposedly there’s a cycle they’re attempting to break by bringing all the girls together #tbf i dont really understand all of the lore but ive been meaning to research some popular theories #but they’re all on this mobius strip which makes the mirrors theory make more sense cause they’re literally on opposite sides of the strip #oh also i do believe jinsoul was the one to kill vivi bc in the uhhhh butterfly choreo i think it is jinsoul is fucking staring her down its #seriously the most intense look she gives her #plus she appears in the letter to hong kong vlog in the bg which is also incredibly creepy looking

[swueesharts]

Life isn't a paragraph..

-A picture I took of my dorm room before I left for winter vacation.

These past two weeks, I doubted my decision to transfer schools. You see, despite finding my past academic studies poignant and restless, I did find a glimmer of hope in it. I met many people who lent me a hand, teachers who supported me in my endeavours and truly wanted to nurture me to my fullest, and mostly fellow accomplices who also wanted to study for their success. Amid these credentialism hours of this dystopia, I found momentary solace in people around me. I didn't process the fact that I would end up snipping these connections away. The associations are twaddle.

However, fellow life adventurers weren't the only ones I was acquainted with. Through my rejuvenated love for English literature, I realised my acquaintance with English. No wonder, I thought when I perceived this fact. It was imminent that I was creative with Vocabulary, weaving words together to create savoury delights. There were also times when I preferred English books over those translated into my national tongue. My undying love for Roald Dahl's stories.

Perhaps, I was too dead set on my path to success. I believed that going to Art school first would land me a satisfactory job in the Animation Industry. While not entirely false, I observed that my priority was not on Art University(not right away, at least). For you see, I wanted to have a job in animation while also pursuing my English hobbies, which would be nigh impossible on the original plan. My conclusive thoughts lent me a path to deviate from my art studies.

I hope to get into Yonsei's UIC(Underwood International College) or Utah University in Incheon's global campus. However, I must remain in my foreign language school to get admitted to those schools with a higher probability. Hopefully, by getting in there, I could work on perfecting my English knacks while I analyse how stories work. Through those four years, I plan to reflect on who I could be, what I want to do, and where to go. After that, I desire to continue my professional art training and get into a prestigious art school to succeed in the art world.

All these hypotheticals aren't without crucial cornerstones. I want you to know that I'll have you rest assured. I compromised with my mother to go through multiple bachelor programs if it's a must for my life. Regarding my art skills, I also intend to continue my art cram school studies and refine my art skills. I'll have to study for dear life and raise my rank in school to at least a two mark. Not to mention, I've been working hard to cultivate my literary passion too. The first book I reviewed and analysed was "The Girl on The Train". A poem quoted on page 7 was what stuck with me the most, for it best described my current situation; Life is no paragraph.

Cotton balls and friends, may this entry help you realise that deviation isn't the termination of your dreams. Relatively, the rejuvenation of your identity is what the other road will be. Take your time to reflect on yourself, and revisit passions you stowed away.

And always, I bid adieu. May my next visit be a welcoming one!

#vlog #english literature #reflection #decisions #comfort #I hope life finds favour to you as well #favor #Yes #I spell that way #Underwood International College #yonsei university #Utah university #Incheon Global Campus

[briefcasejuice]

maybe im going fucking insane or i just need to rewatch the show but the nge fanbase has some of the worst literary comprehension i've ever laid eyes on

#youd think that being a fan of something would make you pursue/push you to better understand that shit fr #no. i guess #for starters the last two episodes aren't what happens literally #it's a character study for shinji after he literally kills the first person that tells him he's loved #i mean yeah other characters are studied but that's the point #the entire show's themes follow human lonliness and how human nature revovles around it #expect we are not alone. we are the person we are because that persm is being reflected from others #yet we still have to die and be alone again #that is the human condition #vlog posting

[electronuke]

There it was. The soundtrack to my life. And, for a few seconds, came harmony. Finally.

#vlog #gaming #retrospective #reflection #positive #max payne #max payne 3 #2022

[ghostieking]

hi, friends! i posted a vlog on my youtube channel the other day talking about self-image and the struggles of being a beginner artist. on it i said i would share these images with you, guys!

for context, i wanted to make something to introduce myself and include a self-portrait. thing is when i started doing this, i realized it didn't look like me, it didn't reflect who i am in any shape or form! during the week after i created it, i felt like shit for not feeling myself, but this exercise was a very important part of what made me take a step back, look into myself to then be like "okay, this is me!"

i'm still sharing it cause it truly believe in the beauty of the process that involves art and self discovery! since then i cut my hair, took some time off the internet, wrote countless pages on my journal, truly stopping - after what felt like eons - to reflect on who i am.

no, i'm def not 100% better yet! far from that, actually... but i wanted to share this feeling with you in case you sometimes feel lost like i did!

i hope to make another piece like this in a close future to truly present who i am to you, but for now, take this version :)

#meet the artist #self reflection #self portrait #youtube #vlog #lifestyle #journal #writing #thoughts #process #art #artists on tumblr #art study #beginner artist #artistsupport #digital art #procreate #portrait #who am i #mental health #ghostieking #life #mind #health #love #self #reflection

[douglas-r32]

WRArtBlog018 - What'sMyProblem

#youtube #empathy #artistry #substance painter #3d modeling #texturing #spiderbot #reflections #society #philosophy #creativity #vlog #digitalart #techart #community #connection

[annesalve1]

The Interesting Perspective on Chasing Waterfalls

When at times to look as if you’ve been chasing waterfalls, how do you manage to change course to not fall?

What is it about chasing waterfalls where even with known dangers, there are those who move under such currents? While rivers and lakes are more peaceful and tranquil, there seems to be endless generations of those pulled toward the energy of waterfalls, perhaps drawn by its power and magnificence. As in many schools, we celebrate Spirit Week to recognize seasonal leadership.   This last time,…

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#annesalve #annesalvewomen.com #perspectives #realtalk #Reflections #vlogs #watefalls

[fellowmedia]

The.Fellow RAVlog - Episode 4: Hold Yourself Back

#The.Fellow #RAVlog #ride along #vlog #life #commentary #creativity #reflection #opinion #walls

[i-naturephotographer]

Going Home by Back Roads

We are all on a Journey * Video produced by Nice-Webb Galleries * Blog A Nice-Webb Galleries Production Be Blessed on your Journey #backroads #backroadstravel #backroadtherapy #goinghome #homesweethome #video #vlog #blog #naturephotography #art #artwork #travelphotography #journey #journalinspiration   The post Going Home by Back Roads appeared first on Nice-Webb Galleries. Going Home by…

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#backroads #encouragement #journey #mindfulness #nature #nature photo blog #nature reflection #naturephotos #peaceful #photographer #Photographer Reflections #photography #video #vlog

[sunshinetrinket]

every time i see elodiegif i remember that she is like the coolest person I've ever seen

#her makeup her clothes her hair her style #she reminds me of the cool older cousin that you're too scared to initiate conversation with #elodiegif #tommyinnit #i'm only tagging this as tommyinnit too because she was in tommy's vlogs and thats what reminded me #trinket reflects

[shotbyshe]

the wanderer | portrait of september | live music, theater, nyc explorations, moon sightings, bonding with friends and self

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I'm trying to be more present and I can't do that if I'm constantly viewing and re-viewing images and 10s of minutes of footage of moments I captured months ago...after a few days I don’t want to look at them anymore. I'm over it. I'm over the me I was last year, last month, last week. She is dead. I want nothing to do with her today LOL.

#youtube #the wanderer #wanderer #september #autumn #video #vlog #nyc #new york #live music #wayne tucker #theater #blood moon #celestial sucker #pay attention #self reflection #kaufman #jazz #lincoln center #queen elizabeth #england #london #dusk #fashion #jamaica #jamaican #jamaican food #caribbean food #peter pan #live theater

[ask-lmanburg]

Ok, i can't fault you for that, i cry too learning math, but my man, get a grip, don't blame it all on math, like damn bro

-paint

I'm not blaming it all on math, you literally made that connection in the first place! Fuck man, I'm just- I'm looking back and I really just do shit without a plan. Absolutely zero thought behind any of it. There is something deeply wrong with me.

#aiming the vlog gun #hes reflecting <3 #its going in every direction possible tbh

[skatewine]

#GoPro #GX7 #Panasonic #Lumiix #YouTube #Reflection #Test #Camera #VLOG #VLOGing

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: I couldn't help myself.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

"So... this is what it looks like today?" You aim your camera at the sky outside your window, "sorry, the screen is kinda in the way."

You let out a nervous chuckle and flip the camera to yourself. You make a silly face. You were never overly fond of your image on the screen but the vlogs help. Like a little diary, mostly for yourself. You and your seven followers on Insta.

You bat your lashes and fix the clip in your hair, "oh, I got this free. Yeah, I bought a new hair oil and they threw this in the bag." You let your thoughts run wild from your tongue. You found a journal too daunting, the blank lines leaving you just as empty. This is easier. "Anyway, I shouldn't have spent the money to begin with."

You give another splintered laugh. The one you let out when you're anxious, or scared, or happy, or even mad.  You bite your lip and catch yourself in your digitized reflection. You stop and turn your camera to your bedroom.

"Today, I'm gonna clean this mess. Me and you guys together."

You scour the room with the lens. Your laundry is piled on the floor and you have a stack of books you need to put on the shelf. It isn't the worst it's been but it's getting cluttered.

"But first, we'll have breakfast, can't start the stream on an empty stomach," you chirp and nearly drop the phone, "oops, uh..." You fix your grip and check the number in the corner. You have one viewer; on a good day, it's three, most days, it's just you talking to the void.

You go into the kitchen, just down the short hall from your bedroom, opening into your living room. You go to the counter and prop up the phone so the camera is on you again. You tap your fingers and hum.

"What should we have for breakfast?" You ask. You don't feel as crazy talking to yourself even if there's really no one watching. "Oo, French toast. Gotta use up the eggs."

You go to the fridge and pull out the eggs and the milk. You bring them back to the counter, shuffling around for a bowl, a whisk, and the cinnamon.

You mix up your ingredients and dip the bread, one piece at a time. You put on a skillet and fry up the slices, presenting a stack of three to the camera. You smile and dust some icing sugar over the top.

“Probably shouldn't have all this sugar for breakfast,” you shrug at the camera, “alright, quick break…” 

You put the stream onto the ‘back soon’ page and take your plate to the small foldout table against the wall. You're not a fan of eating on camera. You finish and rinse up before snatching your phone up again.

You return to your bedroom and put the phone on a middle shelf and flip the stream back to live. Still that one viewer…

“Anyway, I'm back,” you wave at the lens.

You hesitate, looking around as you stand straight and spin. Cleaning, right. Before you can set to work, the phone dings.

A message?

You go back to your phone and squint at the chat bubble floating up.

‘Looked delicious too.’

“It was,” you agree with a grin, “thanks.”

‘Don't mean the toast.’

The next message has you blinking. Your nape burns. They can't mean… you clear your throat and giggle.

“Well, let's get started,” you back up and clap your hands, “you know, I've been so carried away with work. This place is a pigsty.”

You sit on the floor and sort through the clothes. You toss them into the basket as you sit in silence. You stop yourself and glance at the phone.

“How about some tunes?” 

You walk on your knees to your bedside and turn on your bluetooth speaker. You go to your phone and find a playlist before pulling the stream back to full screen. As you do, you hear a noise you've never heard before.

‘BourbonBear has tipped.’ Huh? Really?

“Oh, thanks, er, BourbonBear,” you giggle around the name, “how nice. Maybe one day I can afford a proper camera for this, huh?”

You smile and go back to the dirty clothes. You quickly ball up a pair of panties and shove them in the basket. You carry on until they're all untangled.

You move on and tidy your desk, bending underneath to gather up a few loose pens. You make your way around the bedroom, putting away books, fixing the blankets on the bed, and straightening the little figurines on the shelf above the bed.

You grab the stick vacuum and suck up the dirt and proclaim your task done. It took a lot longer than you thought. It's after eleven. The one viewer is still there.

“Whew, okay, I'm gonna get myself washed up and go to the park. Maybe I'll post that later,” you give a thumbs up next to your head as you talk to the phone, “thank you.”

You end the stream and let out a sigh. Your videos aren't much and you doubt they're very interesting but it's like venting for you. Almost like having an invisible friend. You think you will take some pictures of the flowers to share.

🧸

You take your usual path through the park. The walks help you unwind your worries. You try to come after work at least a couple days during the week and both days on the weekend. You find the mindlessness of the routine to be calming.

The deeper you get into the wooded length of the path, you slow to admire the birds in the branches and the critters crawling in the brush. You take out your phone and snap a few photos of a blue jay before it wings away shyly. You smile and flip the cam, smiling as you take a goofy selfie. You can add that to your post.

The path winds ahead and you follow it in the din, listening to the river just down the incline to your left and the tweeting from the sky. You lift your face and inhale the woodsy scent. The sudden crack of a twig startles you and you spin to face the noise. There's no one there. Sometimes you forget other people are free to just walk on through.

You chuckle at yourself and continue on. The path leads out to a suburban street where you like to look at the houses. They're much more spacious and pretty than your grimy brick apartment building.

You come out from the shade of the trees and wander along the avenue. There's a mailbox painted to look like the house it stands before and a little nook for second hand children's books to be borrowed through the neighbourhood. Sometimes you picture yourself living in one of those houses though you don't think it could ever truly be.

As you crane your head, you sense a shadow in your peripheral. You're walking a bit slow. You sidle to the side to get out of the way of the other pedestrian. When no one passes, you look back. No one.

You must be imagining things. You shrug and plod along. You're already thinking of what kind of tea you'll have when you get in.

🧸

You sit down with your mug of ginger citrus tea and set to editing your post. You add a light filter to the photos as you shuffle through them on your laptop. The process is slow as the computer is nearly five years old now and chuffing on its 4GB drive. You get to the selfie you snapped, a stop.

You lean in to get a better glimpse of the background. It's fuzzy but there's a figure just over your shoulder. How could that be? You looked and there was no one there. That's so strange.

You stare as a chill courses through you. You're thankful you hadn't put your earphones in. You wouldn't have heard whoever it was and they may have even snuck up on you. Or maybe it's just a trick of the light.

You hit ‘post’ and try to shake off the foreboding. It's nothing. You're being silly. Besides, you're home and safe now. Next time, you'll be more alert.

A message pops up. You stare at the dot over the chat bubble. You tap with your thumb and bring up the DMs.

'Stream tonight?' BourbonBear asks.

You tilt your head. You already did some today. You're tired and want to lie down and enjoy your time off. You type back 'sorry, not tonight. tomorrow <3' and another notification vibrates. A comment on your latest post.

'Pretty sweater', also from BourbonBear. You heart their comment and leave a thanks below.

You flip back to the selfie. You can't really see your sweater in the picture, just the scalloped knitting of the collar. Well, you suppose it does look cute. You put your phone down and leave it on your desk. That's enough Insta for today.

🧸

You time your shopping trip for the least busy hour. It's early and the store is almost empty except for employees stacking bread on shelves or wandering listlessly around the deli. You have your phone in the basket of the cart, aimed at you as you roll it along slowly and check your list.

The stream is just as empty. It's only just started but you don't expect too many people to be up at this hour. You stop and grab a loaf of sourdough, checking the date before showing it to the lens and putting it in the cart. You smile and announce the next item.

"Strawberries... you know I was thinking I might get raspberries instead," you say, catching the eye of one of the yawning employees. You must seem like a weirdo. It's why you typically don't film in public.

As you roll around to the fruit, you notice the count change. One viewer. You choose a basket of raspberries and show those. You see a message float up; morning.

You smile and return the greeting softly and place the berries down carefully beside your phone. You need yogurt to go with the berries.

You work down the list, making some substitutes as you tick off each item. You linger in the ice cream section a bit too long and talk yourself out of a gallon of rocky road. You lean on the handle of the cart and smile down at the lens.

"Going to check out," you say, "see you all later."

All? There's still just the one. You end the stream and take your phone out of the basket.

You wheel around to checkout and line up at the only open till. You put your items up as you greet the cashier with a smile. She seems tired as she gives a dull response.

As you put the yogurt on the belt, you sense someone join the queue behind you. You glance over as a large man stands only feet away. He's tall and burly and staring at you. Maybe he heard you talking to your audience, or he would think, yourself. You continue to unload your groceries.

"Never tried those," he comments as you take out a box of strawberry Pocky.

You pause and hold them up, chuckling nervously, as you do.

"Pretty good," you answer, "I eat way too many."

You notice the man doesn't have a basket or a cart. That realisation needles under your skin. Maybe he's just getting lotto or smokes?

"You like sweet stuff."

"Too much," you squeak even though it doesn't sound like a question.

He just stares, not saying a word. You swallow tightly and pull the last few items out of the cart and get behind it to wheel it through the lane. As you do, he looms closely, adding to the sweat gathering on your lower back.

You roll along and wait for the cashier to ring through the rest of your things. She bags them up neatly in two large paper bags. You pay with your card and thank her as you lift the first into your cart. The man behind you moves forward and grabs the second, startling you.

"Got it," he says as he places it with the other, squeezing by you, crowding you.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," you stammer, "oh," you lean on the cart to roll it to the end of the lane as you make space between you and the stranger. "Thanks, er, uh... thanks."

You turn and grab the handle, jittering. He's really weirding you out. Especially as you realise he's walked right by the cashier. He's following you.

"I can help get ‘em in your car," he offers in a drawl.

"Oh, that's alright, I... bus," you cringe as you realise you've said too much.

"I could drive you. I have a truck."

"No thank you," you walk faster, the cart rattling with your pace.

"Why not?"

"I don't know you, erm, sorry--"

"You don't?" He catches up and shoves his phone in your face, your Insta profile glaring back at you, "I paid for the milk, maybe the berries..."

"What?" You stop, just by the door and turn to him. "I don't--"

"You haven't eaten, have you? I'll take you for French toast. That's your favourite."

"Um," you blink at him as your eyes tinge, "I don't..."

"You got me through a hard campaign, just wanna say thank you," he adjusts his cap and you notice the pin on it. He's a veteran. Oh, 'campaign'. 

“Just got back home," he shifts on his feet, a meek gesture for such a large man, "and... your videos helped me remember it. Helped me hold onto it in the sh-- in the stuff."

"I... wow, okay, that's... I'm glad I could do that."

"I really don't mind giving you a ride. Lots of weirdos on the bus," he insists.

"That's nice but--"

"Please," he softens his tone, "been a while since I sat down and had breakfast without worrying about the sky falling."

You shudder and grip the cart tight. You don't know how to say no. You didn't think about who was watching. You always just assumed they were bots. Then you think of the chaching noise and the amount flashing on the screen.

"BourbonBear?" You ask.

"Yeah," he cracks a crooked smile and smooths his hand over his thick beard. "Everyone calls me Syv.”

#dark!captain syverson #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #follow you anywhere #sandcastle #captain syverson #dark captain syverson #captain syverson x reader