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captainchaosartworks · 3 days

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Augmented Hearts #6: Bleu

Guarach ladies don't typically expect to be asked out, or even what that entails, but Bleu is willing to learn. 🕷️🥤💙

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#augmented hearts #bleu #spider girl #jazz solo cup #diner #blue hair #four arms #hoodie #oc #visual novel #dating sim #mockup #low-resolution

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theurbanhippieswe · 6 months

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WOOL AND WOOL.

For the first time this season I wear my wool coat from Italian Fortela.

The hoodie is also in wool. By Swedish brand A New Sweden.

Messenger bag from Bleu de Chauffe. Shoes by Lennertson Shoes.

Photo: Sara at @brillorasant

@fortela

@anewsweden

@bleudechauffe

@lennertsonshoes

#forteladhop

#anewsweden

#lennertsonshoes

#bleudechauffe

#styleinmalmo #menswear #fashion #heritagestyle #pinterest #instagram #vintage #agingwithstyle #theurbanhippieswe #ruggedstyle #dailyruggedstyle

#ruggedguy #vintagestyle #fashionblogger #styleblogger

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neteyamsoare · 1 year

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ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ about me.

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ — hello!! welcome to my blog, i go by sia, here's a little introduction.

BIO. she / her pronouns. twenty one. my star signs are scorpio sun, virgo rising, and virgo moon. & my personality type is infp-t.

SHOWS & MOVIES. avatar & avatar: the way of water, marvel movies, tangled, encanto, frozen, aquamarine, think like a man, your name, the chronicles of narnia; the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe, steven universe, monster high (the old ones), barbie movies, bratz movies, atla, gossip girl, the big bang theory, mike & molly, amphibia, the owl house, gravity falls, the middle, regular show, infinity train, wandavision, the falcon and the winter soldier, loki, degrassi, friends, she-ra, ouran high school host club, arrow, the flash, winx club (the original), always open to suggestions and recs !!

BOOKS. since you've been gone, criminal, the secret to dating your best friend's sister, diary of a bad boy, boss man bridegroom, wait with me, the hate u give, the outsiders, diary of a wimpy kid series, dork diaries, etc.

LOVES. blue, red, green, black, listening to music, binging tv shows, watching romance/comedy/fantasy movies, iced matcha latte, reading, writing, video games.

HATES. rude people, horror movies, getting a tv show spoiled (unless its me spoiling myself), atla live action, winx club & monster high reboots.

MUSIC. chris brown, nicki minaj, jack harlow, j.i the prince of n.y, beyonce, tyga, a boogie wit da hoodie, jada kingdom, alkaline, doja cat, sza, bleu, lil baby, etc.

HOBBIES. reading, writing, drawing & playing video games.

GAMES. sims 2 & 4, la noire, horizon zero dawn, god of war, among us, disney dreamlight valley, t3 arena, stardew valley, avatar frontiers of pandora.

#✩ ₊˚👩🏾‍💻੭ — about me

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live-laugh-loverpool · 1 year

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Text Conversation XXIV: World Cup Group Chat 5

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @lfc-fanfiction, @rist-mlts

Virg: Well, there goes Argentina

EgyptianKing: to where?

Dejan: To the semis 🙃

Ali: VIRGIL I’M SORRY

Virg: For what?

Ali: I JINXED IT

Virg: You believe in that?

Ali: I said “beat Argentina” and Netherlands lost. It’s official 😭 I’m bad luck

Hendo: ALISSON RAMSES BECKER

Hendo: What would the boss say if he saw you beating on yourself like that?

SarcasticMilner: That it was well-deserved

Ali: For once Milly, you’re right

Hendo: ALI NO

Hendo: You’re lucky I’m in England camp Milly, or I’ll give you a proper kick up the—

Harvito: Hello

Virg: HARVEY

Virg: I’M COMING BACK HOME

Ali: I’m already on a flight to Dubai

Dejan: Where did that week long BREAK go, Alisson?

Ali: I miss the other guys ☹️

Ali: And the boss 🥺

SarcasticMilner: Honestly Dejan, did you even need to ask?

Dejan: You have a point, Milly

SarcasticMilner: We’re looking for three points vs. Lyon

Dejan: Better not play the women’s team, their captain could assassinate our attack single-handed

Ibou: ALLEZ LES BLEUS

Hendo: NO

Hendo: JUST NO

Ibou: You’ll deprive an innocent child of his dream? 🥺

Hendo: We have TWO innocent children here on England: Trent and Jude

SarcasticMilner: Trent’s only half innocent. I told you Robbo’s a bad influence

Robbo Hoodie: I heard that 😐

SarcasticMilner: Robbo! 🤐

Harvito: Take that advice for yourself, man

Fabi: How's Lucho?

Harvito: Not good

Harvito: Me and Fabio have tried everything to cheer him up, but to no avail 💔 He’s heartbroken

Ibou: Curses

Virg: You’re right, curses. But I’m not going to say them

Ali: I’ve heard you swear

Virg: NOW LISTEN HERE, YOU GOALKEEPER WITH EXCELLENT FACIAL HAIR—

Ali: 🥺

Virg: It’s okay, you’re good

Virg: Just not entirely innocent

Hendo: The boss begs to differ you, Virgil

Ali: That’s why I’m going back to where I’m loved and cared for

Taki: Wish I could say the same about my team

Ali: We care for you here 🥰

Taki: WHERE’S THAT REFEREE

Taki: I’LL HAVE MAYA CUT HIM DOWN WITH A SAMURAI SWORD

SarcasticMilner: Can I join Maya? I like him already

Taki: No, you’ll contaminate him

SarcasticMilner: NOW LISTEN HERE, YOU—

Hendo: 👀 I’m WATCHING you, James Milner

EgyptianKing: Have you forgotten I’m here? 🇪🇬👑

SarcasticMilner: Yes 😒 And I wish you’d remained quiet so I could continue to forget

Ali: I’m coming in tomorrow morning

SarcasticMilner: I’ll send a memo to the boss to pick up his child 😒

Hendo: Here’s a more constructive question: when are you coming back, Fabi?

Fabi: In a couple of days. I need a vacation 🏖

Virg: I’m coming back immediately. You all better have FOX Sports turned off, because I’m not watching the rest of the World Cup

Ibou: What about for me and Hendo and Trent?

Virg: Still not watching

Dejan: You’re just bitter because ONE centerback actually got to the semis

Dejan: Which centerback? Why, the one you sold

Virg: YOU FILTHY ANIMAL

Dejan: That came rather fast 😎😎😎💅💅💅

SarcasticMilner: He’s just bitter, Ibou

Ali: How are the kids doing? I miss them 🧒🧒👶👶💮🔥💎🔔🐦☃️

Ibou: Let me guess. 💮 is Florrie because her first name is Flora, 🔥 is Kairo because it sounds like pyro-, 💎 is Henrietta because you call her “little gem”, 🔔 is Grace because she loves music and sound, 🐦 is Ellie because she keeps pestering Ludger, and ☃️ is Tristan because he’s obsessed with Olaf

EgyptianKing: OH GOD NO

EgyptianKing: If I see Frozen one more time I’m DEAD

SarcasticMilner: Welcome to my world

Robbo Hoodie: LET IT GO LET IT GO CAN’T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE

Virg: JUST NO

Harvito: Gracie said another new word yesterday

Ali: Oh! 🤗 She did?

Hendo: What did she say?

Harvito: She stood on her fat little legs, ran up to the boss, and called him Opa

EgyptianKing: AWWW🥰

Harvito: You were there, Mo!

EgyptianKing: Yeah, but it’s still cute

Ali: WHY did I miss that 😭😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Baby Grace

SarcasticMilner: Guess it’s official, huh? The boss is officially a grandpa

Hendo: I thought we concluded that since we adopted Florrie

Harvito: And Tristan wouldn’t stop crying until we read him his snowman book for the thirtieth time

Ali: The wonders of childhood

Dejan: Ali, just adopt them already

SarcasticMilner: Are we surprised? 😒

(Everybody has deserted the chat.)

(SARCASTICMILNER has ended the chat.)

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wuzp0ppin · 2 years

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#music #soundcloud #ugh i love this songgg

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deviiancetv · 1 year

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Skyscraper // Oneshot

Synopsis: A young twentysomething coming home after a long days work. Relaxing and unwinding from the hectic-ness of adulthood.

Word Count: 1,046

Genre: Adulthood, Loneliness, Alcohol, Melancholy

Created by: @deviiancetv

✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

“Honey, I’m homeee!!!” I say as I pull the key out of my front door look, walking into my skyrise loft apartment, alone.

Well, not technically alone. I have my Chartreux fur baby, Bleu, who’s tucked into a loaf, sitting on the ledge upstairs where my bed is. He gets up and prances down the stairs to greet me, as I take my shoes off, and sit them to the side by the front door.

I give Bleu a little scratch on his back, he curls his tail around my leg. Most cats don’t show affection in noticeable ways, but for as long as I’ve had Bleu, he’s always been playful and sweet with me. He’s my child, even though I didn’t give birth to him. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever possibly have kids of mine someday. The way this world is, and how the people of my generation are, it’s probably best I remain celibate, and never give my body to anyone who will not treasure or pacify it the way I do.

I walk upstairs and strip down to nothing but my underwear and tank top. I put on my favorite oversized crème colored hoodie, and slide my feet into my black Nike slides. I put my work clothes into the laundry hamper — probably won’t see them again for another week. I flop down on my bed to check my phone, swiping and scrolling from app to app. Having a phone is not that interesting when you think about it. Just a small electronic that we’re so codependent on, constantly searching for validation on social platforms, looking at so many discussions and debates happening, when in the grand scheme of things… they don’t even matter. Of course, as an artist myself I’d like to have my work adored and praised. Sadly, we live in a world that tosses its artists down the drain. We’re just merely sacks of blood and bones contained with creative ideas, only to be used for our intellect and discarded as soon as we aren’t needed anymore.

Even the thoughts of adulting grow tiresome, waking every day to live in a society that lives to work. Working in a land called ‘Dead Endia’, full of minimum wage positions, and I have barely found the time to create art or work on my passions. I oftentimes wonder, “Will I ever begin to live my dream life…?”

And now, after having such a nihilistic thought about how I view my place in the world of my passion — I think it’s time for a drink.

I plug my phone up to charge its 47% battery and open my music app to my favorite playlist for vibey relaxing music. The genre that gets me into the mood to unwind, is Japanese Jazz. The mellow vibrancies of harmonies of bass, saxophone, and light twinkles of a picturesque vision of smoking a cigarette on the balcony of a rainy cityscape… that’s how I would describe Japanese jazz. I plug in and connect my speakers to my phone, turn the volume up to 85%, and begin two-stepping my way off my balcony, and down my staircase. Snapping my fingers with a little twirl, I dance into my kitchen and open my fridge. My bottle of 2019 Gary Farrell Pinot Noir sits on the side door of my fridge, gazing at it with enticing lust, I grab it and fetch a wine glass from my cabinet.

I quickly rinse and dry my glass, I grab my bottle and twist the top off. Pouring half a glass full of wine, I sit the bottle down and close it back up. I pick up my glass, getting a whiff of the essence of my inner joy. I wouldn’t call myself an alcoholic, but just having a few glasses of wine every now and again isn’t all bad right? Besides, I think at this point in my life, this is the antidote to my sadness. With my glass firmly gripped in my hand, I walk to my light switch, turn off the lights in my kitchen, and walk over to my side door where my balcony is. As soon as I twist the doorknob, *BOOM* the sound of thunder radiates in the distance, and a streak of lightning illuminates the forecast, and like clockwork, the down pouring of rain begins. I decide not to step out into the impending storm, and just sit in my window seat, leg crossed over the other, I take a sip of my wine and smile I’m the most serene feeling I could feel.

Bleu scampers over to come to sit with me by the window, staring out into the distance as I enjoy the synchronized tubes of my music meeting the rain, enchanting my ears to an almost meditative state. Closing my eyes briefly, I imagine myself being on top of the tallest skyscraper possible, the skyscraper of one’s dreams. This building flashing an LED light shows all of my art being put op in full display for all to love and remember. And as my eyes are closed, I begin to feel something odd... Not to fly or fall, but for once, I want to feel an exhilarating feeling, feelings I had never felt before. Happiness, fearlessness, determination, with a twist of timidity. In my past, people doubted my successes in the past, and my future is filled with many uncertainties. But knowing that somewhere, someplace, my artistry could get me, where I can be viewed as someone of importance, inspiration, and success. I would be the tallest skyscraper in my imagination.

And with that, I open my eyes and turn my head over to pet Bleu who was sitting right beside me watching as the rain trickled down. As I am staring out of the window, imagining a life of success that I’ve always wanted. I swivel my wine around in the glass, staring into it as if it was a black hole from the deepest corners of space. I take another sip, tapping the glass with my middle finger, laying back ever so comfortably on my window seat. I say aloud to myself in the privacy of my corners.

“So, this is what true happiness feels like”

Fin.

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chowyunnafat · 2 years

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Le Grand Bleu (Part 3)

le grand bleu (part 3) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

If you asked Jannine how she got through the rest of the day; she was still figuring it out herself.

The first two classes were lecture (she’d sat in the very back, leaned back, and eyes closed), and the third class was a lab she’d already done because she’d taken the time to redesign her dress-form the afternoon before. Instead of sticking with its typical white, she opted to incorporate a bit of cotton and tie-dye (but not too much).

Taking a sip of water (she’d been alternating between water and honey tea), and laying down on her bed, her thoughts went back to BamBam. She could only sigh and turn to face the wall.

At least he’d given her a hangover remedy; she hadn’t known a remedy at all before she searched online.

She twisted loose strands of her hair around her finger, angry at its representation of naivety and ostracize-linage.

The blue still hadn’t washed out of her hair. But Jannine had learned how to wear it to the best of her ability.

Ever since the party, life on campus was a 5 at best. She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t sad either. She just held onto the letters that lead her down this path.

“Kunpimook,” She muttered. “Where are you?”

Of course, there wasn’t a response for her then. Just the silence that seemed to inhabit the dorm room.

The grip on her purpose was slipping the further she concluded that this university life just wasn’t for her. As much as she’d like to think she was big and bad and unstoppable.

Perhaps, she wasn’t.

As any good Leo (her zodiac sign), she was a great actor.

Before she could Google the best ways to drop out of a college you just got accepted into, she received a notification on her phone.

PunPun: Some guys are asking about you.

Jannine: Srsly? Who?

PunPun: BamBam and these two other guys 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jannine: Definitely keep me uninformed then. I don’t want to hear anything regarding that jerk and his friends!

PunPun: Okay. Then I definitely won’t tell you how they bribed like half the “first floor” girls to come into your room in the middle of the night and cut your hair off.

Jannine: What?! 🤬

PunPun: You don’t have a roommate. So, it makes their job easier.

Jannine: Can I stay wit u?

PunPun: I don’t live on campus. I live with my parents. I just sometimes crash at my cousin’s dorm room.

Jannine: Who’s your cousin?

PunPun: Umm…May?

Jannine: Instead of lying. Just tell me to get a life. I’ll figure this out by myself. Bye. 😡

Sticking her cell phone in her pocket, she rushed to the door. But already she could hear voices out in the hallway asking for the “new girl in D59.”

Throwing on a hoody, Jannine took her book bag and threw in a couple more essentials. She then slung the bag over her shoulder and attempted to climb out of her window.

“Crap. That seems like a long way down,” She whispered. Before she could hesitate any longer, the footsteps grew louder. And she stepped her foot onto the small balcony. There was very little room, but so far she hadn’t slipped or fallen. Straddling the rails, she put her hand on top of the railing as she placed her foot further down on the next level closest to the ground.

“Where’d she go?” She could hear the small mob of girls ask. “I thought the room was D59.”

Perspiration dripped from her forehead as she gripped her book bag.

Jannine didn’t dare look down. If so, she wouldn’t have had the guts to do what she did—

“Shit!” She cursed. “Shit shitty shit!”

She knew her ankle’s lifespan was just reduced by 5 years. In the future, when she was sitting in a rocker sipping on prune juice; she would be complaining about an arthritic ankle.

But she limped like a champ.

“There she is!”

Jannine stopped and turned around. At the door and on the balconies stood apparent BamBam admirers.

“There she is!” They pointed at her, and gave her the stank eye.

Jannine ran like a champ as she heard the stampede of girls behind her. She ran so fast she couldn’t recover enough to grab her other Fila shoe.

Almost out of breath, with her ankle still throbbing, she dipped into the school’s lobby. Fearing they’d see her through the windows she ran into the nearby bathroom and locked it from behind. She rested her back against the door and closed her eyes; her breathing still heavy.

When she opened her eyes and regained her breath, she turned around and came face to face with Milli and her gang.

If Jannine had known this is where she would end up, she would’ve gladly let the stupid fan girls have her for lunch. Because this was beyond ridiculous.

“I think this makes a good venue for a fight,” Milli said with a smirk and arms crossed. “Doesn’t it?”

Jannine had been dragged to one of the offices. And now she was literally cornered.

Jannine rolled her eyes. “Why?”

Milli smirked. “Why what?”

“Why go through all this trouble?” Jannine asked. “To fight me?”

Milli and her followers laughed. Until Milli held up her hand and told them to “shut up!”.

“Simple,” She stated. “You are on my territory.”

Jannine laughed. Belly and all.

Apparently, Milli didn’t find it funny at all. She made a trill with her lips.

“Girls,” Milli said in a demanding tone. “Give me the scissors!”

Jannine’s eyes widened. “I thought you wanted to fight me?!”

Milli smiled devilishly. “No. This is much more fun.” She took the scissors from a follower, and pointed them at Jannine. “Not only will you have horrible blue hair. But a kitchen-drawer-scissors haircut to boot.”

Jannine looked for an exit, but one of Milli’s followers blocked her path. She backed away slowly and bumped into another follower. “Luh.”

Milli began to walk towards her. “When you first stepped foot here you just looked like fresh meat.”

“What did I ever do to you?” Jannine asked, swatting away a followers hand, when they attempted to hold her down. “I did nothing to you.”

The bully laughed, and shook the scissors in her hand; the handle swung back and forth.

“Does there always have to be a reason?”

Jannine could say no more. It would all be for naught anyway. After all, there was only two people on this camp that regarded her highly, or at least didn’t want to eat her for lunch. Yet, 98 percent of the campus population wanted her dead.

Maybe Kunpimook wasn’t here. Maybe he was long gone, and she was betting on a losing dog.

Defeated, Jannine didn’t struggle anymore. She closed her eyes, prepared to have her hair whacked off, when Milli’s followers suddenly let go of her, and Milli took off in a run. Jannine’s eyes opened, and she looked all around her. “Huh?”

“You musta done something to really tick her off,” A voice said.

Campus Prince, BamBam, stepped forward with his rich boy swag. He donned a light sweater, white slacks, and a pair of sneakers. His grin was smug, and his hands were in his pockets. Was he wearing a Rolex?

“Xi ngo?!”

“Don’t think I did this because I don’t dislike you anymore,” BamBam specified with a bit of snark. “I just don’t want to be left to clean the mess hall by myself.”

Jannine’s smile turned into a frown. “Well, thanks to your angry fan girls I can’t go back to my dorm and sleep.”

BamBam raised a brow. “You’re blaming me for why you got booted out from your dorm?”

She pointed down at her red swollen ankle. “I’m blaming you for this too.”

He rolled his eyes at her injury. He then grabbed her hand.

“Luh, luh!” She protested. “I wasn’t being that ser—“

He stopped walking, and her mouth bumped into his collarbone.

“You don’t want to fail gym class, right?” He asked in annoyance.

“Gym class?”

He laughed.

“Yeah. Gym class.”

Jannine’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t pick that as an elective.”

“It’s mandatory for all first years.”

Jannine sighed, but said, “No. I don’t want to fail stupid gym class then.”

BamBam nodded with a smug facial expression. “Then come with me. You need to have your ankle looked at.”

He then picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. “C’mon. We’ll see what a friend of mine can do to help your ankle heal.”

Jannine opened her mouth to protest, but it wasn’t lost on her that BamBam picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a typical Tuesday.

So, she stayed quiet for awhile, wondering if the foreign teacher with the stick would pop out of the bushes. Yet, that never happened. “What are you here for?” BamBam asked. “Language?”

“No,” Jannine replied. “Fashion. Costume design.”

“Really?”

“Yeah?” She said back. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I’m not that surprised,” BamBam replied with. “I just didn’t think it was something you’d be so sure of.”

“So, you think I came here to fuck off?”

“No. Wait, did you?”

She hit him on the back, and he winced in result. “No, khun.”

He laughed a little. “Well, I guess that just makes one of us.”

Before she could respond to his comment, a guy came from the school’s med bay, opened the door to the building and walked out quickly; alert and curious.

Jannine perked up, speechless. Despite wearing glasses, the doctor-in-training wore them well. They framed his face nicely, complementing his comma hairdo, along with his lips and kind eyes. So entranced, she failed to process what BamBam was indicating for her to do.

“Do you want me to throw you on the ground?!”

Jannine snapped out of her crushing, and frowned at BamBam’s words. “Mai?”

“Bam, don’t be like that,” The young doctor said. “You seem to act like this towards the cute ones.”

Handsome Doctor-in-Training thought she was cute?

BamBam laughed sarcastically and replied with, “Nah. Her hair’s blue!”

The Handsome Doctor laughed with a knowing glint in his eye. “I find it attractive. It makes her stand out. Like a blue rose in a bouquet of red ones.”

BamBam’s hold on her tightened, but Jannine failed to notice, and gave the handsome friend an even brighter grin.

“Jinyoung,” BamBam groaned. “Are you done for the night, or can you actually help her?”

Jinyoung apologized to Jannine. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like you weren’t there, but my Thai is really bad.”

Jannine shook her head in disagreement. “No. It’s actually really good. But if you prefer speaking in English, that’s fine too.”

The young doctor smiled. “Kob khun.”

•••

“It’s not a severe sprain,” Jinyoung said as he examined her ankle. “But you’ll need to ice mornings and nights. During the day, just move it in a circular movement, and don’t overcompensate by limping. Try walking as naturally as possible.”

Jannine nodded. “Ne.”

Jinyoung lifted his head up in surprise. “Omo?”

Jannine laughed. “That’s probably the only Korean word I know.”

Jinyoung laughed too, patting her calf good naturedly, until they heard a loud and obnoxious fake laugh from yours truly.

“Is something the matter Bam?” Jinyoung asked with a raised brow, his smile holding a bit of a challenge. “Do you need a drink of water? Cough drops?”

BamBam took a hand out of his pocket, and looked at the Rolex watch on his wrist. “It’s getting late. You know who patrols at night. Your father.”

Jinyoung’s face was one of annoyance. “You know I’m not related to that ass— I mean, person. Because he and I only share a namesake out of coincidence. And I’ll write you two a pass.” He stood up from the stool, giving Jannine an apologetic look.

Jannine nodded. “Thank you Jinyoung.”

As the doctor exited the room, Jannine smiled and sighed. He reminds me of a Disney prince, She thought to herself.

“He has a girlfriend back home.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “And you’re telling me this…?”

BamBam shrugged. “To let you know he’s off limits.”

Jannine rolled her eyes again. “Whatever. I’m going back to my dorm.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“No you aren’t.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” She snapped. “I’m going now.”

BamBam guffawed dramatically, with his hands in his pockets. “Okay. But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She picked up a medicine utensil nearby, and threw it his way. He missed the pointy object barely, and he didn’t look impressed. “Are you kidding me?!”

Jannine smirked. “What?! It was on accident?” She crossed her arms under her chest.

He took some hand sanitizer in a spray bottle and pointed it towards her.

Jannine’s smirk went away.

But just as his finger pressed on the trigger, Jinyoung walked back in. “BamBam,” He scolded. “Stop playing around. I swear you still act like a kid. Gimme.”

As BamBam handed his friend back the container of sanitizer, Jannine gave him a mischievous smile as she wiped the disinfectant off her shirt using her hand, Jinyoung’s back turned to Jannine.

BamBam glared briefly, but didn’t say anything. He’d get payback, but Jannine would definitely be on the look out.

Yet, as Jinyoung gave her a wipe and a glass of water and was getting ready to walk out, he told both of his peers, “I’m sure you both can see your way out.”

But BamBam spoke. “Wait. Jinyoung, can she stay here until the morning? All the girls in her dorm hate her.”

Jannine’s eyes widened briefly, but she hung her head down; she was a tad embarrassed. Yet, Jinyoung replied with airily, “Sure. I don’t mind. Um. Let me find some spare clothes.” As Jinyoung went to do just that, Jannine still stared down at her lap embarrassedly. Yet, she muttered under her breath, “Thank you.”

BamBam wasn’t going to make it easy for her. She should have known that. “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I didn’t hear you.”

Jannine mumbled her thanks again.

“Jannine,” He said too brightly. “How am I supposed to hear you if you keep your head down? Sheesh.”

“Thank you, okay?” She said with annoyance. Due to the annoyance, she unintentionally projected her voice a bit better. “Gosh. Happy?”

BamBam gave her a small smile that made her double back.

Even though he’d given her a big, fake, and sarcastic grin a couple minutes ago, she didn’t notice how much of a difference it would be when he gave her a smile that softened his features as his eyes had a bit of a twinkle in them almost.

Before she could even think to remember it, the moment was gone when Jinyoung entered back into the room to give her some spare pajamas.

“This is a leftover of the old gym outfits ten years ago,” He said. “So, they might seem a little outdated.”

Jannine took her eyes off BamBam and looked at his friend. “No. Not at all. Thank you Jinyoung.”

He smiled with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the very back studying; pulling an all-nighter.” He turned and looked at his friend with a knowing look. “And you need to go back to the dorms. Teacher Park will catch you and report you to the headmaster.”

BamBam tch-ed. “You can’t do all-nighters here,” He said matter-of-factly. “What if Park decides to do his rounds here?”

Jinyoung sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “BamBam if you wanted to spend a night here as well, all you had to do was ask.”

Instead of confirming Jinyoung’s words, he said, “Admit it, you only pull all nighters because of Sister So-min.”

Jannine saw a bit of red make it’s way onto Jinyoung’s face. But he simply said to BamBam, “Stop deflecting. You know where to get the spare clothes.” He gave Jannine a bow and exited with BamBam falling behind him.

She shook her head at BamBam’s antics.

She then took out her phone and saw a message from Lisa:

Hey. Are you okay? One of my roommates said you jumped from the balcony. 😢

Jannine replied:

I’m okay. I’m actually staying at the school medic bay tonight.

Lisa:

Really? Why? Are you really okay?

Jannine:

I sprained my ankle. No biggie.

Lisa:

I’m glad you’re okay besides your ankle. See ya in the morning.

Jannine:

Khob Kun.

•••

As Jannine settled into one of the beds, BamBam came back in donning the Hnung Uni’s early 2010s gym uniform AKA “pajamas substitute”.

She turned to face the wall, simply telling herself that this would never be happening again (a one time occurrence) and he’d still act like a jerk the next day.

Yet, she did go ahead and ask a question that’d been bugging her for the last couple hours.

“Why’d you tell all the girls in the dorm to haze me in the middle of the night?”

“What are you talking about?”

She laughed as though she were calling him out on his bullshit. “You told all the girls in the dorm to come into my room in the middle of the night and cut my hair off.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about, khun.”

Jannine turned around to face him. “Whatever. I suppose you felt guilty. That’s why you’re being half-way decent.”

He sat on the bed on the other side of the room. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me. I don’t even know your dorm room number.”

She let out a huff. “I can’t think of it being anyone else but you and your friends.”

BamBam laughed as though, this time, he were calling her bullshit. “I’m sorry to say it, but I don’t think a lot of people like you here.”

Jannine could feel the onset of tears, her face warm. But she put on an air of indifference. “So what? I deserve to be here like everyone else,” She replied with false-confidence. “And I haven’t even been here a full week and you can determine my social rank already?”

Surprisingly BamBam appeared to not have a ready response. As he settled into the bed, he looked up at the ceiling.

“…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Mai?”

“For the first day when I cut in front of you in the cafeteria.”

“Why are you apologizing now?”

“Because you’re right, I was being mean.”

“…”

“I won’t call you ‘Xi Ngo’ anymore.”

“What? You called me that?”

“Hey! You said it yourself that you were being mean.”

“Okay okay.”

“…”

“I’m sorry for putting that food on the back of your head.”

“Sorry for pushing you to the ground.”

“…”

“Thank you for helping me.”

“Helping you?”

“Yeah. Milli and her gang would’ve beat me up and…And thank you for asking Jinyoung if I could stay here for the night.”

“…”

Jannine then realized he was just looking at her. Staring, but not saying a word.

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked, her face getting warm. “Is there a boogie hanging from my nose?”

Instead of replying to her questions, BamBam gave her a ghost of a smile and said, “You are really an anomaly Ploychompoo.”

“Ploy chomp oo?”

BamBam shrugged, and then turned on his other side. “Everyone here has nicknames. I gave you one.”

Jannine raised a brow. But why did he give her the nickname? Either way, she didn’t want the nickname.

Yet, she knew that he would call her that despite her protest.

And if it kept him civil, she’d let him.

Meanwhile, Jinyoung peeked into the room and saw that both of his peers had managed to fall asleep. He smiled knowingly due to fact that BamBam’s eyes changed when he spoke to Jannine. It was unlike any face he’d seen on his friend. When he brought her in, holding her like he was on a manga rom com cover, his demeanor was at ease.

Jinyoung wasn’t going to share that with the other guys, but it was definitely something he was going to keep track of.

“Jin young?”

He turned around and saw that it was his sunbaenim who stood behind him. She gave him a smile. “What are you doing?”

He blushed madly, not sure if he’d flub his words. But he tried to talk anyway. “Um. Th- there were two peers who are, um, staying in the patient room. They’re both, um, recovering fro—“

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I trust you,” She said gently. “But you should go and get some sleep too.”

“No. I need to get–“

She moved closer to him, their faces small inches apart. “Go and get some sleep.” She touched his face, touching the bags underneath his eyes. “You work too hard for your own good.”

“It’s oka–“

“No,” She said firmly. “I’ll be sure your friends are okay. You. Sleep. Now.”

“Sunbaenim–“

So-min trailed her hand down to the back of his neck. “Now.”

He didn’t say a word or protest any longer. He nodded and she removed her hands.

“Good.”

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lboogie1906 · 25 days

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Jeremy Biddle (born April 4, 1994) known professionally as Yung Bleu or Bleu is a rapper and singer. He is known for his 2020 single “You’re Mines Still”, which peaked at #18 on the Billboard Hot 100 after it was remixed by Canadian rapper Drake.

He was born and raised in Mobile. He started making music in 2013, releasing a string of mixtapes that had his name circulate throughout the Southern scene, and signed a deal with Columbia Records through Bad Azz Music Syndicate.

In 2017, he came back on the scene with the singles “Miss It” and “Ice on My Baby” from the mixtape Investments 4, which featured a guest appearance from YoungBoy Never Broke Again. In 2018, he released a remix for “Miss It” and for “Ice on My Baby”.

In 2020, he released the mixtape Inv 5 and the EP Bleu Vandross, which were his last releases under Columbia Records and Bad Azz Music. He signed a deal with Empire Distribution and a management deal with Dream Chasers Records. He released the EP Love Scars: The 5 Stages of Emotions, which included the single “You’re Mines Still”. A remix for “You’re Mines Still” was released through OVO Sound (2020). The remix peaked at #18 on the Billboard Hot 100, which helped Love Scars: The 5 Stages of Emotions to enter the Billboard 200 chart.

In 2021, he released the singles “Thieves in Atlanta”, “Baddest”, and “Way More Close (Stuck in a Box)”. All three songs appeared on his debut album Moon Boy. The album features guest appearances from Drake, Gunna, Big Sean, Kehlani, Chris Brown, 2 Chainz, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Moneybagg Yo, H.E.R., and Kodak Black.

On September 16, 2022, he released “Love in the Way”, the lead single from his second studio album Tantra (2022). The album includes guest appearances by Fivio Foreign, Lucky Daye, Ty Dolla $ign, Ne-Yo, Zayn, Kelly Rowland, and Lil Wayne. He released Love Scars II, a sequel to his 2020 EP, with guest appearances by Ty Dolla $ign, Tink, and Chris Brown. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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cxsmiclore · 2 months

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ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ — about me.

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ — hello!! welcome to my blog, i go by ren or reni, here's a little introduction.

BIO. she / her pronouns. twenty one. my star signs are scorpio sun, virgo rising, and virgo moon. & my personality type is infp-t.

SHOWS & MOVIES. avatar & avatar: the way of water, marvel movies, tangled, encanto, frozen, aquamarine, outer banks, think like a man, your name, the chronicles of narnia; the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe, steven universe, monster high (the old ones), barbie movies, bratz movies, atla, gossip girl, the big bang theory, mike & molly, amphibia, the owl house, gravity falls, the middle, regular show, infinity train, wandavision, the falcon and the winter soldier, loki, degrassi, friends, she-ra, ouran high school host club, arrow, the flash, winx club (the original), always open to suggestions and recs !!

BOOKS. since you've been gone, criminal, the secret to dating your best friend's sister, diary of a bad boy, wait with me, the hate u give, the outsiders, diary of a wimpy kid series, dork diaries, etc.

LOVES. blue, red, green, black, listening to music, binging tv shows, watching romance/comedy/fantasy movies, iced matcha latte, reading, writing, video games.

HATES. rude peope, horror movies, getting a tv show spoiled (unless its me spoiling myself), winx club & monster high reboots.

MUSIC. chris brown, nicki minaj, jack harlow, beyonce, tyga, a boogie wit da hoodie, doja cat, sza, bleu, lil baby, etc.

HOBBIES. reading, writing, drawing & playing video games.

GAMES. sims 2 & 4, la noire, horizon zero dawn, god of war, among us, disney dreamlight valley, t3 arena, stardew valley, avatar frontiers of pandora.

#ꪶ creator ꫂ

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nikkidkat · 6 months

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Check out our new Unisex hoodie, baroque style.

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paguimo · 1 year

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Notre hoodie est le compagnon parfait pour affronter les journées fraîches tout en restant stylé. Fabriqué à partir de coton doux de haute qualité, il offre un confort optimal tout au long de la journée. Avec son design minimaliste et épuré, ce hoodie se marie facilement avec toutes les tenues et peut être porté dans de nombreuses occasions.

Le hoodie est doté d'une capuche doublée pour vous protéger des intempéries, ainsi que de poches pratiques pour ranger vos petits objets personnels. Les poignets et l'ourlet sont également côtelés pour un ajustement parfait.

Nous avons choisi une palette de couleurs modernes pour ce hoodie, allant du classique noir et blanc au gris chiné et au bleu marine. Nous avons également ajouté notre logo imprimé sur la poitrine, pour une touche de branding.

En somme, notre hoodie est un must-have pour tout fan de streetwear à la recherche d'un vêtement confortable et tendance.

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theurbanhippieswe · 1 year

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LAYERS LAYERS.

The woolen coat by Fortela is warm but not that warm. Also wearing two other garments in wool. A sweater by Formal Friday (not visible here) and a hoodie by A New Sweden.

Corduroy jacket from Drake’s. Bag Bleu de Chauffe and shoes by Crocket & Jones. Haircut by The Barber.

Photo: Sara at @brillorasant

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makotoscoffee · 1 year

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about me

tagged by @rae-arts777 <3<3

Nickname: Ingeborg doesn't have any nicknames but y'all (obvi) know my nickname is Ing online for convenience

Sign: Libra

Last google search: d'ac french

Song stuck in head: Supermodel by RuPaul (you better WERK werk it girl🕺🏻)

Sleep: idk what this one means lol but I slept okay and I never wake up in the night. I sleep on my stomach or side, with my hand under the pillow

Dream job: filmmaker yessirrr

Wearing: jammy pants (b&w plaid) and a white Dracula hoodie from h&m

Fav song: San Luis Obispo by Scissor Sisters / Brand New Lover by Dead or Alive / [insert Mylène song]

Fav instrument: keyboard and electric guitar

Fav author: it feels weird to say Dave Holmes when he's only written one book, but it's my favorite book...

Aesthetic: I don't subscribe to labels but here are some viiibes

inside of you are two faggots.... I wish

Fav color: bleu comme ma Sira, et rouge comme ma colombe❤️

Fav animal sound: LOL idk

Last song: Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie

Last series: RuPaul's Drag Race / Succession

Random fact: when you're watching a 3D movies (which, they were being experimented with since the dawn of cinema, but weren't a commercial "thing" until the 50s) you're basically watching the movie with sunglasses on. If you watch a movie that was made with the intention of being shown in 3D you'll notice the colors are very bright and washed out to compensate for this

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sucaliaric · 1 year

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Detroit by Night 26 January - Journal Entry by Clive

At Elysium, the coterie split to handle their own separate business; I remained at a table and focused on my efforts to teach my famulus bee swarm to understand the alphabet and read. Efforts have been slow and I have not had much success so far, but it could prove to be extremely valuable if one day if I am successful. After a while, I notice that Hannah is motioning for the coterie to join her, so I guide my bees back into hiding, collect my things, and join the coterie to see what awaits us next. Hannah notes that a human journalist that she was looking into in Salem immediately before the SI hit has a blog posting indicating an in depth knowledge of what happened in Club Bleu. The blog posting, on review, seems to be right at the edge of a masquerade breach... Amer, a former coterie mate of hers, had found it and brought it to her attention before bringing it to their sire, Suruthi. Ortegas reviews the site and is able to narrow down where the posts come from; we are able to use that information to identify what apartment the blogger is working out of. We ride together to the apartment as a coterie, and I send my mind into my famulus to scout...

This experience is unlike any I have ever experienced before! Occupying thousands of eyes, wings, and minds portrays a dazzling array of information that is nearly impossible to keep track of! I am fortunate that the swarm instinct is intact, and the act of flight with so many distinct parts operates on that instinct or I fear I would be lost. I guide the swarm instinct-mind towards where I want to be while I struggle to understand and interpret all of the information available to me. We land on the window of the right apartment, and our prey is sitting and watching TV. She notices us and walks to the window, tapping to see if we will move on - we have what we need, so we slide down off of the window and hop back towards the car where our body is. We release the swarm and go back to our body, allowing the swarm to sneak back beneath our hoodie. It takes but moments to re-orient back into the body and mind of a single creature. The experience of being the swarm was exhilarating, and I hope to study it further going forward. I pass on the information that I found; the coterie is split on our path forward. Tarsalo seems to feel strongly that the only path forward is to kill the blogger, while Rocco refuses to be a part of a plan to outright murder a potentially innocent victim. We discuss and ultimately agree that, if it becomes needed I will embrace the blogger and bring her to the sewers to educate her on her new life. Only Suruthi's permission to open the embrace makes this even an option...

#VtM #DbN

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skillstopallmedia · 1 year

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Bleu Jeans Bleu kicked off its new tour on Friday evening at Club Soda Top Kitty. More united than ever, the group played in an explosive atmosphere and put a smile on the face of everyone present, from the very full floor to the back of the balcony. Posted at 10:57 a.m. The last time Bleu Jeans Bleu played at Club Soda was in the fall of 2019, in the midst of a wave hoodie. “Sometimes during…

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headofmars · 1 year

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Third appointment with Marte's OCs! It's time for My Candy Love MC <3 . . . Name: Mélina Page. AKA: Miel (by everyone), Melinda (by Lysander), Atomic Blonde (by Castiel). Pronouns: She/They/He.

General information Birthday: 21 May. Sun sign: Gemini. Blood type: A.

Likes: bright colors, reading gothic romance, streetwear. Dislikes: rainy days, someone touching her glasses, sleeping alone.

Appearance Hair color: Blonde. Eye color: Bleu de France. Height: 1.73 m.

Description: Tall and lanky as a streetlight, pale as a sheet. Her hair is really long and usually tied in a ponytail. She has glasses, a lot of ear piercings and a choker. You can see her wearing a hoodie and jeans one day and little floral dresses the other, but be sure she will always have the same consumed platform boots. Her left arm is full of tattoos.

Personality:Mélina enjoys company and searching for the bright side of things. Optimistic and willing to be helpful to other people to the limit of nosiness, facing delusion can make her really gloomy and mournful. Her mood swings are intense and the word boredom doesn’t exist in her vocabulary.

Story: Mélina always has had difficulties defining a sense of self and their idealistic nature made this problem harder. They has spent their teenage years seeking romance as an escape and neglecting their own needs and dreams. They left University one year from the end and they is unemployed. Gender&Sexuality: She describes herself as «loudly and proudly non binary, pansexual and polyamorous». She is really interested in anarchy relationship theory.

Relationships: Armin: they get along and chat about common interests, but they don't share a very deep bond. Castiel: her first crush and her first kiss, Castiel is Mél’s partner in crime. Hyun: they were friends with benefits at University, but lost touch. Kentin: after the Moondance episode Mélina tends to avoid him. Lysander: her actual partner. They have been in love since high school but their relationship has always been kinda tense for distance, different aspirations and ways of thinking. Nathaniel: muddy waters. They are intimate friends, share sexual innuendos, act jealous, but when it's time for a serious talk Nathaniel always finds an excuse to avoid it and Mél always pardons him. Priya: Mél’s bi awakening and a crush she has never confessed. Rayan: her ex-fiancée; their story seemed like a modern fairytale. She left him at the altar.

Trivia: > She is thinking about going vegan. > One of her regrets is having had a hook-up with Dakota. > Needles kick shit out of her. The painting is The Little Foot Page, by Eleonore Fortescue Brickdale, 1905.