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The Story of Minglan
Super hopeful we're now getting to the part where we finally get rid of Manniang 🙄 I am tired of her nonsense. She isn't even smart and her schemes are so vulgar and basic.
Tingye, please listen to Nanny!
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Mmm... doubt that, but OK.
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LOL, she seems unhappy at the prospect of doing manual labour for a living 🤣🤣
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OH FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF 🤬🤬
This is rich, coming from a man who has never once made a decision in his life without consulting his dick first 🙄
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LMAOOOOOOO, he couldn't sneak if his life depended on it 🤣🤣
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Aww, Minglan, cutie, reaching out to make up with Gu Tingye 😢
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Oh? 👀
Why not? They couldn't swing it after all?
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I find it fascinating that all these high-born women were still expected to cook.
I can't imagine a European duchess or queen cooking anything ever unless it was a special hobby or something. When I think back on other harems in c-dramas I've seen, all the consorts/wives cooked. For example, in Nirvana in Fire we see Consort Jing being especially good at it.
Even in 2ha, Taxian-jun, who was a whole emperor at the time and had countless servants to prepare his food, insisted that Chu Wanning cook for him, even though he was terrible at it. He personally taught him to make that rice porridge and he ate it no matter what slop Chu Wannning ended up concocting. Of course, cooking and eating is Mo Ran's love language, so it made sense that he insisted on Chu Wanning doing this for him, because he desperately needed to feel loved by him, but it still seems like cooking was the norm rather than an exception among all high-level wives.
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SHE WAS SELLING HIS MOTHER'S STUFF?
LMAO, oh, Manniang, you are so done! 🤣🤣
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Honestly, Manniang is so embarrasing.
There she was, thinking she was fit to play on the big chessboard with the likes of Madam Qin and the rest of the nobles, but she got caught out like a rat by Nanny Chang through some elementary-level trickery. Truly pathetic.
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How is he penniless when he has farmlands and shops in his possession?
Also, how is it even possible for some rando to sell land registered to another person without their consent?
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Wait, who's alive?
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How does anyone ever fall for this bullshit?
Why should he be the one to kill your treacherous ass and then carry you around on his conscience?
Fuck off and go die on your own terms, if you're so eager.
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LMAO, classic DARVO.
Just boot her out already! I swear, men will stick their dicks into anything that comes attached to a pretty face.
She's not even a competent liar, Tingye! Please find some self-respect.
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I mean, good, I am beyond sick and tired of her whiny, fake baby voice, but I'm worried she'll try to harm the kids.
Storywise, it makes sense, because we can't have competition for Minglan's legitimate offspring 🙄
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With a mother like you, who needs enemies?
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God, if she whines, "Erlaaaaaaaaang," once more in that slimy soft voice, I will break something, it grates on my nerves so badly.
I went down an ASMR rabbit hole sometime back and there were these women using this fake baby voice to narrate their shitty videos. It unnerved me so much. I can't even pinpoint the reason, it's just that all the alarm bells I have in my brain start blaring when I hear it.
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LOL, of course she does.
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01. perfect
↳ SYNOPSIS: in a life where you and oikawa are just college students, he reflects on his regrets and does something about it.
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Oikawa Tooru has regrets.
Sometimes he wishes he let that kid play with him in first grade, because maybe then he’d have another friend besides relying on Iwaizumi all the time. Sometimes he regrets not letting his older sister play volleyball with him when he was so lonely at the park, desperately trying to prove himself at age 9. He definitely regrets eating that cat food when he was 6 but damn that shit actually tasted okay.
But right now, all of his regrets seemed to dissipate into the air as he speeds down an empty road with you in the passenger’s seat.
The windows are rolled all the way down and your suspiciously Nicki Minaj-centered playlist blasts from his old, beaten up hand-me-down car speakers. He doesn’t feel anything except exhilaration, the way his brown curls he spent so long perfectly coiffing getting mussed up in the wind and the streetlights blurring beside him on both sides of the street. Oikawa’s fingers tap against the leather of his steering wheel, not with the beat of the song but out of habit, really, and you sing along from next to him.
Your voice is not one that would land you a spot on America’s Got Talent, especially not tonight. There’s little cracks when you hit certain notes, and sometimes you’ll lilt offkey, but Oikawa loves the sound of your voice. He finds himself humming along lowly with you.
“Sing louder, Tooru,” You nudge at his shoulder before leaning your head on the seatbelt strap that crosses your body. “I wanna hear you sing.”
“I know I’m talented, but now’s not the time.” His lips curl subconsciously just at the sound of you talking to him. “You can have the spotlight. I’ll take one for the team.”
“You make it sound like you’re soooo much better, huh?” The sparkle in your eyes betrays the playful bite behind your words and you poke at his shoulder lazily again.
The feeling of your fingers against his bare arm, right below the sleeve of his shirt, is almost enough to drive Oikawa crazy. He wants to touch you, to hold your hand in his, to hug you from behind and cup your face as he kisses you.
He wants to be more than friends.
The steering wheel is warm under his hands as Oikawa halts to a stop in a Dairy Queen parking lot. “Yeah, I know I am.” His response to your question is late but it still makes you grin, and that’s all that matters to him right now. “Get out, stupid, I’m paying.”
“You are?” He likes how bright and full of life you are when you jump out of the car, bounce in your step and excitement shining through your voice. “I owe you milk tea.”
“I’m holding you to that.” Oikawa pushes you from behind and you squeak in mock shock before narrowing your eyes at him.
“Race you there!”
“No fair, you got a head start!”
Oh, how it feels to be 19 and in love for Oikawa Tooru.
The Dairy Queen employees turn your Blizzards upside down and he won’t shut up about it to you, always flipping it the way they did just to prove to you that gravity is a construct and aliens are real, to which you crinkle your nose and jab his side in futile attempts to tickle him: nah, it’s because the ice cream as thick as fuck.
(You always add, thicker than you, at the end of such remarks and he makes some remark about your boobs in retaliation. The banter is refreshing.)
After your ice cream trip, Oikawa takes you to places you never had the chance to during the day. He takes you to the movies, and the two of you couldn’t remember a single scene because of how busy you were making comments on the acting and throwing popcorn at each other. He takes you to the park, where the two of you talk for hours even after your ice cream has long been finished and where you sit on the swings, making it a competition of who can swing higher.
He dreads the time where he has to take you home.
“Thanks for the night, Tooru,” You tell him as you get in the car, with Oikawa already drumming rhythms on the edge of the steering wheel. “I dunno what I’d do without you.”
“Yeah, well, I have to figure out a way to sneak you back home. It’s 3 AM.”
Your eyes flit noticeably from outside your window to his eyes. “Hey… we could just, like, I dunno. Get a hotel.”
“You? A hotel?” Oikawa doesn’t stop himself from laughing. “Your parents are gonna kill you.”
“What are they gonna do?” You lean back in your seat and turn on the radio, fiddling with the knobs like it’s a tic. “I’m 19. I’ll just say it was a school thing.”
“On a Saturday night?”
“Mhm. Fraternity party or whatever.”
“Are you even in a sorority?”
“Nah, but they’ll believe it if it’s vaguely related to school.” You grab his arm and Oikawa almost flinches by the sudden touch. He keeps his eyes on the road but somehow he can still see your pleading face from next to him.
“Just this once, Tooru? I’ll pay, too. I have cash on me.”
Maybe it’s because of how soft your voice is when you beg for this, like this is the only chance of freedom you’ll ever get, but Oikawa doesn’t even think it through. His brain is jacked up on the adrenaline and he grins. “Bet. So which hotel are we hitting?”
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It occurs to Oikawa that the hotel room had one bed. It occurs to him a little too late.
When you get out of the shower, it’s 4:36 AM and you confess you’re tired. Your hair is damp and even in the cheap hotel lights, you look stunning to him. Before you can even say anything, Oikawa straightens up and ushers you to the bed.
“I kinda forgot to ask for two beds, sorry. Umm, yeah, you can take the bed, spare me a blanket and I’ll take the floor-”
“Tooru.” He blinks as you pinch at his cheek, and holy shit you’re getting close. “Come on, we can share. We’ve known each other since we were, like, six.” You smile at him and Oikawa’s breath catches in his throat. “It’s no big deal, right?”
Oikawa remembers one of his regrets, one he wouldn’t tell anyone. He regrets not asking you out. And it’s hard for him not to, with your face so close to him with you sitting on the bed and him leaning down to face-level with you and-
The gap between you and him closes, and it feels scarily natural. It’s cliché once he thinks about it, but the way your lips press against his and your noses seem to fit side by side like puzzle pieces (he never wants to make that analogy again, honestly) intoxicates him. His hands cup at your face like in his late night fantasies, and your arms wrap around the back of his neck, and when he finally pulls away, your eyes blink open and you laugh.
“Stop laughing!” Oikawa protests, and are his cheeks supposed to be burning right now?
Your laugh is soft and breathy as you pull him to the bed with you, and he’s aware he made a disgustingly loud oof sound as the air leaves his lungs. “Why not?”
“‘Cause I wanted to do that for a long time, you know! How’s it supposed to be romantic when you keep making fun of me~?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t wanna do it too!” You turn away from him and he sees the tip of your ears turn pink, and he laughs too. “It was nice though.
“We should do it more often.”
“Eww, you have cooties. Wack ass hoe.”
“Is this what it’s like to have a real girlfriend?” Oikawa’s fingers thread in your hair, and he likes the feeling of it.
You crinkle your nose. “You’re saying you never had a real girlfriend before?”
He hesitates before pinching at your cheeks out of nervous habit. “Is it bad if I say I was waiting for you?”
“You’re a dork,” you tell him and curl closer to him. “Well, at least now you don’t mind sharing the bed, right?”
Oikawa’s only regret now is not kissing you earlier.
#the story of my life#tsoml#oikawa tooru#tooru oikawa#tooru oikawa x reader#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyu#haikyu!!#haikyuu
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liesl von trapp
#the sound of music live (2013)#the sound of music#the sound of music live#my gifs#ariane rinehart#liesl von trapp#im in my tsoml feels tonight#these are pretty bad but i love her
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The Story of My Life excerpts
So I’ve been diligently typing away at this new story for the last week and I’m actually really happy with the progress I’ve made. The only downside is that while I type away, I’m not in game decorating and taking pictures. So to make me feel better about that (and because I want to share a tiny bit of the progress I’ve made) I thought I’d post some excerpts from the second, third, and fourth chapters.
I already shared a decent sized one from chapter one in the story annoncement found here.
All other excerpts found under the cut:
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The eyes told you a story, even if the fragments revealed didn’t quite fit together or tell a cohesive tale, and it was up to the observer to decide if they wanted to spend the time to figure it out or move on. Personally, I’d learned long ago that it was usually worth the effort to dig a little deeper.
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It was when we got into Trev’s office that I started to feel like the tables had turned. I was looking at a metal sculpture when I got the feeling that I was being watched. Curiosity almost got the better of me, but I resisted the urge to turn around and see if I was right. I figured if he wanted to look, I’d let him have a chance. Maybe it would help sway him one way or another.
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It wasn’t the most homey, but the bathroom just down the hall from Jimmy’s office was the closest place where I could lock the door and have some privacy. Of course the only seating choice was the toilet so I opted to stand and tried to steady myself by gripping the sink as I tried to make sense out of the jumbled mess that was tumbling around in my head.
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The color made his steely eyes even more piercing, reminding me of the first time I saw them. How they’d focused completely on me, making my heart kick into overdrive and almost causing me to become a bumbling idiot and embarrass myself. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling, being so tongue tied that you can’t carry on a conversation with someone, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want to experience it again.
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He conveniently stood head and shoulders above most which made it easy to pick him out of the crowd. That, and there was usually several men gathered around him taking turns reenacting a pass or a play. It was humorous to watch the first couple of times, but as the same scene kept replaying, I wondered if he ever got sick of listening to people giving him a play by play of his career.
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I still very much believed that it was wise to let him set the pace, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t flirt and let him know where I stood, and after seeing his reaction, I was glad that I did. His eyes stayed glued on mine and a small smile pulled at his lips while a shade of pink rushed up his neck and face. It eventually made him look away for a second and I determined then that one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen was Ryan Andrews blushing.
#the story of my life#tsoml - chapter excerpts#ryan andrews#stan yeger#ts3 story#story in progress#upcoming ts3 story
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It's a MASTERPIECE and DEFINITELY worth waiting for the next chapters! :)
Hello lovely anon! Somehow I missed this??? I don’t know when it was sent, but I assume this is when I asking for messages about TSOML, in which case: THANK YOU. You are so kind. I am so lucky to have amazing, enthusiastic readers like you!!
Btw, the draft of the next chapter is currently up to 9000 words because I’m ridiculous. Hopefully it’ll be done in a week or so.
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the story of my life
me: I wanna long hair :“)
also me: OH GOD SHORT HAIR IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER
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The Story of Minglan
I have to study. It's so late and I am so tired. I must pass these fucking exams and I know nothing. But I must also know. WHAT. HAPPENED. WITH. THE. PIRATES. 😭😭
Just a few minutes. Please.
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I wanted to yell "PRIORITIES!!" at her when she grasped this doll as she was drowning, but.
I remembered that I too have dolls I would totally jump into the river for. However, mine are too delicate and there would probably be no saving them if they got soaked.
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GU TINGYE??
LMAO, of course 🤣🤣 He's been saving the Sheng siblings from pirates from the moment they met!
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Ugh, cutie baby 🤗
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LMAO, what is up with that beard??
I am not a fan.
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WAIT, WHY DOESN'T SHE RECOGNIZE HIM?
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LOL, what is this nonsense?
It's literally been days since they last saw each other, a few weeks at best.
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What a joke, smh. I hate it when writers pretend we are imbeciles and think that they can get away with nonsensical rubbish like this.
The beard is ugly, BUT COME ON! You saw this man literally days ago, he still looks the same and sounds the same. Why was this necessary? This is honestly insulting.
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I'm still fascinated that Sheng Hong put an old woman, a fifteen-year-old and a bunch of useless maids on a boat and just let them sail across half of China, bandits be damned!
Why were there no men, no guards?
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I also want to know.
Other than fanservicy coincidence, of course.
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Seriously?? 🙄🙄
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Eh... from everything I've seen so far, I am not convinced that she is not better off being the daughter of a water pirate 🤔
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MTE.
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Minglan and Tingye, minding their own business:
IRL footage of me:
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LMAO, I love Shitou 🤣🤣
MTE, where did this come from?
I mean, an army is a great place to build a career if you have no other choices but you have to survive it first! How will it do your illegitimate daughter any good if you were to die?
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Aww, happy old people make my heart melt 🤗
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Yeah, because two dead maids are nothing to think about. It's not like they were actual people or anything 🙄
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Why do all the girls have the same last syllable? Hualan, Molan, Rulan, Minglan, Shulan, Pinglan, etc. But the boys share the first syllable. At first, I thought it was a gender thing, but the Yu sisters, Yanran and Yanhong, also share the first syllable. Also, I thought it was customary in ancient China to give all kids from the same generation a name that started with the same first syllable?
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LMAO, are the grannies back to matchmaking?
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Wait, is this the guy he saved in the forest?
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Ooooh, imperial relatives, you say??
Imperial relatives that Gu Tingye saved and are now his friends that owe him a debt of gratitude? 🤔🤔
My plot senses are tingling!
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Oh my god. Bandits? Again?? 😑
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Are you kidding me?
I am not a fan of this Pinglan. She seems like a reckless idiot, in addition to being a boundary-stomping, attention-seeking know-it-all.
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OK, I am not keeping up.
I don't know anything about Chinese history. Are these characters based on actual real people?
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LMAO, the blank expressions on everyone's faces 🤣🤣
Sometimes, parents can be so embarrassing.
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↳ SYNOPSIS: in every lifetime, you are destined to be a part of oikawa tooru’s.
↳ PARTS:
one: perfect
two: one thing
three: what makes you beautiful
four: best song ever
five: no control
six: live while we’re young
seven: kiss you
eight: gotta be you
nine: little black dress
ten: night changes
eleven: save you
twelve: you & i
thirteen: 18
fourteen: little things
fourteen 1/2: tell me a lie
fifteen: the story of my life
#the story of my life#tsoml#oikawa tooru x reader#tooru oikawa x reader#tooru oikawa#oikawa tooru#oikawa x reader#haikyuu oikawa#haikyuu x reader#haikyu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#hq#haikyuu#haikyu#hq scenarios
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Semoga siaplah, kalau tak... Kita tak submit yaaa... 😅
Nantikan blog ini dengan harapan dapat menarik seketul markah
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Nope I need TSOML as haylor in a parallel universe or (later but won’t put that or #cancelled)
(its okay i wont let them cancel you) and god same (but also i would cry)
Omg wait i just had the thought that what if they did a vogue cover together where they recreated the photos 🥺
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Meanwhile in the capital, our Male Lead is being very competent and looking for fugitives who will be cornered at an inn in the city. He is also scowling, because when you are the male lead in this genre, that is what you do. Little does he know that eventually he will fall madly in love with our plucky female lead, who will be placed close to him due to a series of contrivances and coincidences.
#britty watches sword and brocade#I sound like I’m tagging on it but I’m not I swear#that’s just how these stories go#tsoml also did this and to this day I consider it the best cdrama I’ve ever watched
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I’m writing the next chapter of TSOML and part of it is yet another newspaper article. I hope people don’t get too bored of that format, but it’s so fun to write.
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