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myherowritings · 3 years

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PART 7. WHAT’S BETTER THAN EATING THE RICH? THE RICH EATING YOU OUT

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 4.7k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. the filthiest thing i’ve ever written, fem!reader for this part and shouto uses “princess” an excessive amount of times, sir kink i’m sorry, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (just bc i totally forgot abt condoms ok my bad), too much foreplay?, shouto’s a soft dom i think?, very much so 18+!!! and the title is exactly what it sounds like

A/N. here we are !! the final part !! my first shouto series i didn’t put on hiatus LMAO,, the moment you’ve all been waiting for HFSJKG ;) this was very fun to write i hope it’s not too bad BHFBDSHS i’m so in love with ceo!shouto and this series was my fav to write in a while!! now without further ado pls enjoy some smut with feelings :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

You almost didn’t make it into the elevator to Shouto’s penthouse before you wanted to pounce on him, but to your complete frustration, he was showing such restraint that the only contact he let you make was holding his hand.

For someone who was so eager to kiss you earlier, he was showing a lot of patience now, you thought with a huff.

You tapped your foot against the tile flooring as Shouto took his sweet time unlocking his suite. Even when he entered, instead of taking you straight to the bedroom like you anticipated, he pulled out two glasses and filled them with water.

Handing you one, he asked, “Did you want something to eat?”

“No. ‘M not hungry right now,” you mumbled, trying not to appear too pouty.

Apparently, it didn’t work very well since he stifled an amused chuckle. “How about some water?”

Your eyes narrowed but you begrudgingly accepted the glass. “Hmph.”

“Someone seems a little tired right now, hmm?” he placed his glass down and led you towards his bedroom. “Maybe we should go straight to sleep—”

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. “Shouto,” you whined, drawing out the ‘o’ sounds, your lower lip jutting outwards in a frown.

“Yes, Y/N?” His tone was too innocent for the events he had in mind for the night.

“If you don’t take me to bed and fuck me right now, I’ll…”

“You’ll…?” Shouto teased, but the darkened gaze in his eyes told you his own restraint was wearing thin.

You turned away with a huff. “I’ll be upset!”

“Well, we don’t want that.” He laced his fingers through yours, bringing your hands up to his lips to give them a kiss. You were slightly placated, but that was still nowhere near the amount of contact you desired. “But I think you’d find it more comfortable if we continue this with your dress off first. Come.”

Your stomach clenched at the simple command and you willfully followed behind him into the second door to the right. You hardly had time to admire the design of his room and size of his bed before Shouto moved from his spot next to you to one behind you. He placed one hand on where your waist met your hip and the other on the small of your back, making your spine straighten at the touch.

“Did you need help taking your dress off?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“Yes, please, sir,” was your airy reply.

His breath caught in his throat and his grip on you tightened. When he spoke, his voice was hoarser than normal. “Since you asked so nicely.”

So, he liked when you called him sir? You made a mental note of that with a smirk.

But your cocky expression didn’t last very long when Shouto skillfully unfastened the top few buttons of your dress, softly placing his lips on your now exposed skin and gently planting kisses all the way down your back. He didn’t stop until he reached the curve of your ass, unbuttoning the final button and nipping a kiss right at the base of your spine. You jolted, hugging the fabric of the dress to your chest so you wouldn’t be completely exposed.

“Finished unbuttoning your dress for you, princess,” he said, placing one final kiss on your spine before gently twirling you around to face him. At your flustered gaze, he smiled. “Now what would you like for me to do to you?”

You lifted your chin despite your slight embarrassment at having to voice your desires. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Hm. Have I not been kissing you this whole time?”

“On the lips,” you emphasized, tugging at his tie as you tried to pull him closer to you. You batted your lashes at him. “Could you please kiss me on the lips, sir?”

A small chuckle escaped him, but he was happy to oblige. “You know, you’d be good in business. You certainly know what to say to get what you want, hmm?”

You answered with a smile as he finally—fucking finally, after a whole week of waiting—pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and warm and tasted like strawberries and ice cream, his favorite flavor of the candies the two of you stole from the gala.

Delicious.

Shouto must’ve thought the same thing since, not long after the start of the kiss, he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue, deepening the movements, one hand softly cupping the area where your head met your neck while the other was hot against your exposed lower back. He applied the slightest bit of pressure at the right time—just enough to make you sigh in pleasure.

Your own hands found a way to tangle themselves in Shouto’s hair, completely abandoning their job clutching your dress to your body. Now, you were so tightly pressed up against him, the only thing that could possibly keep the fabric up was his chest against your own. One sudden movement and it might just…

He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth and you jumped, gasping at how good the light stinging sensation felt. You felt your dress slip down your body to expose the swell of your breasts, but before it could fall any further, Shouto gingerly picked you up and laid you down on his bed.

“Oh—” you managed to say as your head landed on a pillow and your back on the plush, silk sheets that covered the mattress.

His left arm rested on the pillow beside your head as he hovered over you. “Have something to say, princess?”

“Y-You may continue,” you sniffed, lifting your chin up. Your heart skipped a beat at the teasing pet name and then another beat when Shouto leaned down to give you a kiss. But instead of landing on your mouth again, he chose to leave an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive part of your neck, gently biting and sucking at the skin.

His feathery light touches tickled you, your nerves working on overdrive and every stroke feeling like it was amplified. You couldn’t help but giggle at his soft nibble and he paused to look at you questioningly.

“Tickles,” you replied, laughing at his confused expression. “But it feels nice.”

Shouto hummed, the vibrations buzzing against your neck. “That’s good to hear.”

Returning to your lips, he kissed you with a smile creeping on his face and you returned it. His forehead rested against yours as you toyed with the fabric on the front of his suit. You unknotted his tie as your lips clashed against each other, the motion no longer soft and gentle but instead more fervent and intense.

Finally getting his tie to come undone, you flung it off the bed and worked to unbutton his shirt collar, not caring if it got wrinkled in the process. Shouto reciprocated the eagerness by sucking the tip of your tongue with his mouth before pulling away from you completely.

A whimper left your lips at the sudden loss of warmth and you couldn’t help but pout, grabbing at his shirt again to pull him back.

“Be a good girl and be patient, okay?” he said, running the tip of his index finger against your jawline.

You huffed. “I’ve been plenty patient. I want you to do something now!”

In other times, you’d probably be embarrassed about how whiny you sounded, but at this moment all you wanted was for Shouto to finally touch you more.

He nipped at your collarbone before looking down at you. “Hm. Are you a princess or a brat?”

“I can be both. I’m very multifaceted,” you said haughtily, sticking your tongue out to let him know you were only joking.

“You are,” he agreed.

It seemed Shouto decided to finally listen to your pleas since his attention swiftly returned to that of your neck, dragging his lips down until he reached the swell of your breast. Over the fabric of your dress that was barely clinging onto you, he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses over your chest, his teeth accidentally grazing against your nipple.

You cried out quietly and he felt encouraged by the sound, this time taking your peak into his mouth with purpose. He formed his mouth into the shape of an ‘o’ and softly sucked your nipple, the tip of his tongue making circles around the bud. His saliva wet the fabric of your dress, leaving you to shiver at the cold against your wet breast when he pulled away from you.

“S-Shouto,” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. “More.”

“More? What exactly do you mean by that?”

“I want you to…” You gestured towards your body.

“To what? Take your dress off and fuck you? Or just continue playing with your breasts?” he asked, listing off suggestions in a low rasp. He kissed below your chest and down your stomach all the way to your navel. “Or maybe you want me to go lower until I reach that pretty pussy of yours.”

You nodded fervidly, not trusting your voice. “A-All of the above?”

He chuckled in amusement but was ready to dutifully continue his work.

“But…” you murmured, running your hands down his half-unbuttoned shirt. “I want to see you too.” You looked down at his crotch area then back at his face, biting your lip nervously. “And I want to make sure you’re also having a good time.”

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he ran his hands down your body, giving you an appreciative look. “I’m having the best time.” He kissed you chastely. “Are you?”

You looked like a mess sprawled out on his bed, dress half hanging onto your chest and the fabric of the skirt only covering one of your legs. You didn’t know for sure the state of your hair and makeup, but you were sure it was thoroughly roughed up as well. “I think it’s quite obvious I am, sir.”

Shouto smirked, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “Good.”

Instead of answering him, you brought your fingers to the lower-half of his shirt, unfastening the final buttons and untucking it from his suit pants. His shirt hung open, exposing his lean yet muscular torso. You ran your hands up and down his chest and abdomen, absentmindedly brushing against his nipples which caused him to shiver. When you reached his collar, you threw the fabric behind his shoulders and he got the message to take his shirt off.

“So pretty,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Your turn.” Slowly, Shouto slid down the silky fabric that was just barely covering your breasts all the way to your navel. He tapped your thigh and said, “Up,” and you immediately obliged, lifting your lower body up so he could remove the dress completely.

Taking his sweet time—much to your frustration—he folded the dress and placed it on a dresser near his bed. When he turned his gaze back to you, you were holding your arms over your chest, feeling bare in nothing but your panties with sheer detailings.

His stare burned holes into you. You felt like his gaze was leaving a trail of fire against your skin. Shouto’s expression looked sensual but soft as he admired you, giving you enough confidence to lay your arms down by your sides instead of over your chest. He zeroed in on your breasts as he gave them a kiss.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and your cheeks burst into flames. Your whole body felt hot as you folded one leg over the other so he couldn’t see the arousal gathering at your thin undergarments.

Noticing the movement, he raised a brow at you and uncrossed your legs with his large but slender hand, his grip firm on your thigh to prevent you from covering yourself like that again. Shouto pressed one of your thighs into the bed with his palm, and your other thigh with the gentle weight of his knee, holding your legs open for him.

The cool air from his room hit your wetness seeping through your underwear and you felt yourself clench around nothing.

You shifted under his weight, desperate for some release. “Shouto, please.”

It seemed he no longer had the restraint to tease you further since he nodded, moving lower down the bed so his face was hovering above your clothed pussy. “May I?”

“Fuck— Yes,” you moaned, core heating up in anticipation.

Shouto landed his lips on your fabric-covered cunt, licking a stripe across your slit. Your growing arousal mixed with his spit through your panties, a lewd noise sounding when he pried the fabric away from your pussy. He slid them off your legs, holding it up to examine the arousal slick on the garments. As if he had no shame, he politely folded it and placed it on top of your dress with a smile.

“T-That’s not what a gentleman would do,” you managed as he returned to his position in bed in front of your now-bare cunt.

“And what is it that a gentleman would do, princess?” he whispered dangerously close to your most intimate parts. “This?”

Without warning, he tenderly kissed the bud between your legs. You moaned, legs attempting to kick out in surprise and pleasure, but they remained immobile since Shouto held them down in place.

“Or perhaps this?” Shouto ran his tongue down your folds and back up to your clit, rubbing small and steady figure eights against the sensitive nub.

“Yes!” you cried out, canting your hips towards his mouth in pleasure. “Oh, god— Yes to all of it. Please… Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He hummed as he continued his ministrations on your pussy, the vibrations shooting right up your core and causing more wetness to seep out onto his face, but he didn’t let that bother him. In fact, it only seemed to encourage him further.

Not removing his mouth from your clit for even a second, Shouto hooked one of your legs over his shoulder while leaving the other flat against the silky sheets of his mattress. He dragged his opened mouth down to your dripping pussy lips and entered into your slit with his tongue. The new position sent ever more waves of euphoria through you and Shouto licked and sucked at your folds.

You lifted your hips higher and he nuzzled his head deeper, his tongue reaching places you had only ever imagined. The lewd noises of Shouto’s mouth smacking against your slick cunt filled the quiet room. As you moaned, your hands threaded themselves into the base of his hair, lightly tugging him even closer than either of you thought possible.

With his hand that wasn’t holding your thigh down, Shouto found his way to your chest, reaching up to palm at your breast all while still sucking your pussy. He flicked your nipple and gently rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger. Your breathing hitched at the mix of sensations, your core tightening and heating up as Shouto continued to eat you out. “Fuck— Oh— Shouto!” you cried, unable to hold back the volume of your voice.

As if he knew what was coming, he removed his hand from your breast and briefly paused, though his face was still resting against your thigh and pussy. “Not yet, princess. Do you think you can hold on for me?”

You whimpered at the thought of postponing your release, but you trusted that he would make up for the wait. “Okay, sir. For you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Shouto continued his attack on your cunt with his lips, this time bringing his hand down to rub lazy circles around your clit. His tongue was deep in you, his nose teasingly bumping against your sensitive bud as his fingers flicked against it harsher. Rougher. He nuzzled his head from side to side to hit places far within you as you whimpered and moaned.

The stimulation of both his fingers and his mouth on your pussy was almost too much to handle as your thighs quivered and your cunt clenched uncontrollably.

“S-Shouto, please I—” Your voice broke off as a moan of pleasure ripped through you.

“You can come now, princess,” he murmured into your folds, the vibrations only pleasuring you even further.

And so you did.

You felt yourself orgasm as Shouto continued to suck at your cunt and brush against your clit, moving slower and more gently as you came down from your high.

When he finally looked up from your pussy, the lower half of his face glistened with your fluids, sending you into another state of desire. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you want more of him.

Shouto smiled as he wiped the fluids of your arousal and ecstacy on his chin with his index finger. Instead of taking it into his mouth, however, he held it in front of your lips. “Look at the mess you made for me, princess. See how good you taste.”

After only a moment’s hesitation, you brought his finger that was coated in your arousal into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking him, giving him an idea of what you would do if that were his cock. You released his finger with a soft ‘pop’ and smiled innocently at him.

“Are you going to fuck me now or should I suck you off first, sir?” you asked, tone of voice all too pleasant.

His bulge strained against the snug fit of his pants and you wanted nothing more than to relieve some of his pressure. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to take my cock into your mouth, but right now I just want to feel you around me. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine with me!” You nodded eagerly, the thought of being filled up with Shouto now taking over your mind completely.

He chuckled at your excitement, though he was feeling the same thing himself. Swiftly, he removed his belt and took off his suit pants. You helped by tugging his black boxer briefs down and watching gently stroking his erect shaft in awe.

Was every part of Shouto pretty? He was just a gift that kept on giving.

Your mouth almost watered in anticipation, biting your lip as he lowered you back against the mattress, your head falling onto the plush pillows. He positioned his member against your slit that was still dripping wet from his spit and your first orgasm.

Shouto rubbed his tip against your already sensitive clit and your slightly parted folds, not yet entering deep enough to satisfy you. He moved his cock back and forth against your pussy as you both watched, the fluids of your arousal and his mixing for further lubrication. Your eyes were fixated on the sight, the thick head of his member disappearing into your sopping pussy lips before coming back out, slowly getting you prepared for his full length.

It was sweet of him to be so patient, but you were on the verge of tears at the frustration you felt. “Please, Shouto! More.”

“What should you call me again, princess?” he drawled, continuing the leisure movements of rubbing his head against your lips. The fluids smeared all over your pussy and dribbled down onto your thighs and his bedsheets. If you weren’t so aroused, you might’ve been a bit embarrassed. But there was no time for that when all you wanted at this very moment was for Shouto to fuck you silly.

“Sir—!” you corrected yourself in a whimper. “Please, sir, I want your fat cock to fill me up.”

He groaned at your words, pulling out of your folds until only the very tip of his dick was touching you and then thrusting forward into your wet depths as you let out a loud cry of pleasure. You felt a stretch inside you as you adjusted to his length, Shouto taking note of how you stiffened and giving you time to get more comfortable.

He began to nibble at your breast, sucking and biting your perk nipples as your arousal built. He nipped you, causing you to gasp in surprise (a very pleasant surprise) before soothing the bite with his tongue. As you arched your back, he swirled the tip of his tongue around your nipple and you hooked your leg around his hips, pushing into his lower back with your calf to signal for more.

“Ready now?”

You nodded fervently.

“Words, princess.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” you managed, voice shaky from your gratification being filled by Shouto. “Use my pussy to make you feel good. Please.”

“You always make me feel good, Y/N,” he said sincerely, removing his mouth from your breast to kiss you on the lips. Your tongues intertwined and you tasted yourself on him. “You’re amazing, you know?”

You smiled into the kiss. “Show me how amazing you think I am with your cock then.”

“Anything for my princess.”

With that, he pounded into you, holding you at the waist to steady your squirming. You hitched your leg higher and higher around his back, canting your hips to let him thrust into you at deeper angles until he hit the spot.

“Oh—! Oh, god,” you mewled in satisfaction, his cock making you feel so good you were certain your eyes almost rolled back into your head. “Fuck, right there, Shouto— Yes!”

At your vocal encouragement, Shouto pushed into you even deeper, his swollen tip rubbing into you at the perfect angle. Your head lolled to the side and your cheek pressed against the soft pillow as you salivated at the intense feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy.

“Mn,” he made a noise, softly tapping your cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Don’t look away.”

You struggled to blink away how dazed you felt, feeling so good it was almost unbearable. Somehow, you managed to turn your head back to face him, trying to hold eye contact. “‘M sorry. You feel so good,” you sighed contentedly. “Like your cock was made for me.”

He held your leg higher and you just about screamed from pleasure. “You feel so good too,” he said, one hand stretching your leg up and the other reaching down to toy with your clit. “Never want this to end.”

With his fingers and thumb rubbing against your clit and his member hitting your g-spot, you were certain your throat was going to grow hoarse by the end of the night from all your screaming. You swore you saw stars.

“Want to,” you panted, thrusting your hips up to match his movements, “do this...with you...every...day.”

“Please.”

When his lips found your breast again to tug at your nipple, you couldn’t help yourself any longer.

“S-Shouto, I— I’m going to come,” you told him, voice pleading. You really hoped he let you come.

He hummed in agreement. “Me too. Come with me, princess.”

You lifted his head from your breasts to meet your mouth, kissing into him as you both felt the sweet release of pleasure coursing through your bodies, all the way from the top of your head to the curl of your toes.

His pace slowed as he carried the two of you through your highs. Shouto removed his finger from its position of making circles onto your clit to let you cool down with him. In a state of euphoria, you kissed him, both of you riding your orgasms until you felt nothing but completely happy and thoroughly satiated.

Still not taking his lips off of yours, he moved from being on top of you to lying beside you. Your eyes fluttered shut even as you kissed, nuzzling into his hot, sticky body and ready to pass out.

“‘M sleepy,” you mumbled onto his lips. You just wanted to stay like this. Forever if you could.

Shouto smoothed down your brow, his thumb moving in gentle strokes. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, princess. Then you can sleep.”

The rational part of you knew it would be best to clean up. But your overwhelming desire was simply to never let go of him. “Wait! I still want you.” Lazily, you murmured, “Let’s do it again.”

“You’re about to fall asleep but you want to have another round?”

You nodded. “I...might fall asleep during it, but yes. Want to do it with you again and again.”

Shouto smiled, shaking his head in amusement. But you pouted. It wasn’t a joke, you meant it. You just wanted to stay by his side.

“We can,” he said and you instantly brightened up, “another day.” You huffed. “When you can stand on your own two feet without falling over.”

Your lower lip jutted out in a frown.

“Don’t look so down, princess.” He kissed the top of your head. “It can be tomorrow or the next day.”

Slowly, you perked up again. “Or the day after that? And the next day after that?”

With a laugh, he nodded. “Anytime you want me. I’m yours.”

“I’ll always want you, Shouto,” you told him sincerely, gazing into his eyes.

His face was colored a light pink, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his lips were swollen and bright red. He looked beautiful. It was a sight you’d never tire of.

“I’ll always want you too, Y/N. More than anything. I...love you.”

And in that moment, there was nothing else in the world you would rather hear. No one else you’d rather be with. You were happy to have Shouto and that was better than all the money in the world.

“I love you too.”

— ✩ —

A few days have passed since the fateful night you exchanged ‘I love you’s with Shouto and now you were back at work.

As usual, you were working the morning shift with some cranky customers, trying your best to make the start of their day go as smoothly as possible. And, as per usual, Shouto walked into the cafe a few minutes after rush hour to spend a part of his morning with you.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?” you said teasingly, giving him a brief kiss over the counter, chaste enough that no one else would notice but you two.

“Morning, princess.” He smiled. “I’ll have a medium flat white, please.”

“Of course. And could I interest you in some of our fresh pastries?” you laughed. “Oddly enough, we have your favorite today.”

He perked up at your words. “Cheese danishes?”

“Yup!”

“I’ll have five boxes of a dozen, please.”

Humming to yourself, you entered his order into the register and told him the price. “Your order will be to your left when it’s completed,” you recited, knowing he’s heard this plenty of times before. After he paid and got ready to walk away from the counter, you playfully called out, “So, no tip this time?”

Shouto smirked, glancing back at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Maybe I can pick you up tonight and give you a tip then.”

“A...tip?” you asked, stifling a giggle behind your hands. “Was that an innuendo?”

“Innuendo—?” A look of realization crossed his face and his cheeks colored.

You grinned to yourself. As confident and well put together Shouto could be (which you very much enjoyed and found incredibly attractive), you also got extreme pleasure in seeing him blush and grow flustered.

“No… I didn’t intend it like that.” He paused, thinking on it. “Well, I guess I did. But I didn’t mean to make a pun of it…”

Your laughter rang out across the whole store, smile spreading bigger and bigger. “You’re cute, Shouto. Thanks for the laugh.”

He looked sheepish but nodded. “Thanks for letting me hear your laugh. It’s radiant.”

“Smooth talker.” You stuck your tongue out.

“Just the truth.”

“Hmm,” you sighed happily, a feeling of contentment and euphoria settling within you. “But about your tip…”

Shouto blushed.

“I’d love to come over tonight,” you told him. “Any excuse to see my lovely boyfriend.”

“You never need an excuse to see me. Because I always want to be with you too.”

The two of you kissed again, unable to help yourselves. Though it was brief and light, it still sent tingles down your spine.

Shouto was sweeter than any cheese danish or chocolate croissant you could ever make, better than any tip you could ever receive, and you couldn’t wait to continue your life with him.

a/n: omg...this is the end ╥﹏╥ thank you to every who read and commented and sent asks and just supported this series in general ! it was very fun to write and i have a toothache from all of shouto’s sweetness and fluff hfjhggg tysm for reading ily !! xx sof

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tsukkisbean · 4 years

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how they cheer your up | headcanons

genre: fluff

characters: iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, terushima yūji, kunimi akira x gn!reader

warnings: none!

a/n: hello if you’re seeing this, that means my scheduled post worked, yay!! hopefully this shows up in the tags otherwise i’ll have to reupload it at a later time (sorry in advance if that’s the case hehe). i’m also trying my hand at writing for other characters so hopefully this does their characters justice??

anyways, i hope everyone is doing well and staying healthy and happy! if you requested something from me, sorry i haven’t gotten to it even though i said i would. i’ll try my best to complete them when i get the chance, thank you for being patient with me 💖 all boys after iwaizumi are under the cut!

iwaizumi hajime

best boy iwaizumi would without a doubt use exercise as a way to cheer you up

but don’t get me wrong, he’s not going to force you to run a marathon or anything like that

i imagine him taking you to one of those entertainment/game parks (not really sure what they’re called ahh) where you guys just hang out all day

when you get there, he’ll immediately take you to the batting cage so you can just channel out all your anger into your swings

once your blood is pumping from the adrenaline he’ll take you to the trampoline area where you guys just bounce around and do flips into the foam pit to burn off all your extra energy

you’ll just be chilling, jumping up and down on one of the trampolines, your back turned to iwaizumi when he straight up scoops you up and tosses you in

he’s cackling and dying of laughter and when he finally offers to help you out you grab his hand and pull him in

when he doesn’t resurface you get nervous, where could he be?

from the corner of your eye you see the foam rumbling slightly but you react too slowly and iwaizumi pops out and tackles you in the biggest hug, peppering kisses all over your face and people are staring as you scream your head off trying to pry him off of you

for dinner, you guys indulge in all the greasy food the park has to offer, and by the end you’re stuffed

to help with digestion you suggest a game of mini golf which iwaizumi gladly agrees to

for someone who played volleyball his aim is absolutely horrifying

he argues that the windmill is IMPOSSIBLE to get a good score on and no one can ever get a hole in one

luck must have been on your side because you get a hole in one right after (and so does the small child behind you guys, but you choose not to tell him that)

you end up destroying him (he lowkey hints that he let you win but we know that’s not the case)

when the park closes, instead of taking you straight home, he’ll take you to a nearby park and the two of you just stroll around enjoying the chill of the night and the stars in the sky

miya osamu

he pulls you onto the couch next to him and the two of you look through baking videos on youtube and osamu being osamu cannot decide because he wants to make them all

eventually you guys settle on a cake recipe by cooking tree (a/n: 10/10 would recommend watching them, their videos are super soothing and aesthetic esp if you enjoy cooking asmr!!)

so at 9pm you guys set off to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you guys are missing

the trip takes much longer than expected because osamu keeps putting in more and more snacks that you guys definitely don’t need

so instead of shopping osamu is trying to grab as many snacks as you can while you trail behind, trying to put them away because your pantry is already way too full

by the time you get home it’s close to 12 and you’re tired but osamu insists that you guys start now

for the most part all goes well, you guys manage to get the batter to look smooth in the cake pan (definitely some playful flour throwing here and there)

the real problem is assembling the cake. at this point you’re wondering why you guys decided on a 3-layered cake that required cutting

teases you for cutting the first layer slanted and so you pass over the cutting to him but his slicing work is just as bad and you just have to bring up the fact that he owns a restaurant but apparently his knife skills suck

you thought cutting the cake would be a problem?? now you guys have to fill the layers and it’s a complete disaster; there’s whipped cream just everywhere and at this point you guys are half filling the cake half throwing it at each other

cake ends up being iced unevenly but that’s the least of your problems

you guys pour the decorative icing on top and instead of running over the sides only slightly, it drips messily down the cake and onto the counter and now you guys have a blob of a cake

you guys spend the rest of the night cleaning up and pass out on the couch and in the morning you guys enjoy a sweet breakfast together <3

terushima yūji

terushima is a free soul and so he believes expressing yourself through art is one of the best ways to feel better

when he sees that you’re down, he’ll immediately whip out all of his salon products and pull you into the bathroom

he takes you by surprise saying that he wants you to whatever you want to his hair - today his hair is your canvas

at first you’re reluctant, but he insists - as a hair stylist it’s all about experimentation with styles and colours and plus he can easily fix whatever you do considering that it is his job after all

so you guys scroll through pinterest together, trying to find some fun hair ideas that you’d be able to pull off on your own (with some instruction from teru of course)

you finally decide on a style and so together start on getting all the hair dye ready

he explains to you the different types of develops and how important they are in the hair colouring process - there are different volumes and will essentially affect how much your hair colour changes

after all the colours are mixed and ready to go, you gingerly grab a piece of hair, constantly checking your phone to make sure you’re doing it exactly like the photo

meanwhile terushima has the softest smile on his face, watching you through the mirror - he thinks you look absolutely adorable with the way your brows are furrowed and your tongue sticks on slightly as you focus

as you run the colour brush along his hair, he’s constantly encouraging you, telling you what a good job you’re doing and how he’s so excited to the end product

while the dye sits in his hair, you sit in his lap

once it’s time to wash out the hair dye, you bring him to the sink and carefully run your hands through his hair, trying your best to give him the best head massage he’s ever had!!!

after toning and a hair treatment, your masterpiece if finally done!! ofc being the boyfriend he is, he takes a million photos and posts them on social media to show how talented his significant other is - like not only is it your first time dying someone’s hair but you managed to pull off RAINBOW hair!! (a/n: think sehun from exo as a reference hehe) he literally will not shut up about you to his clients tomorrow

kunimi akira

kunimi has a rep for being lazy and just overall a really nonchalant kind of person but he’s sharp, so when you’re feeling down he immediately picks up on it even if he doesn’t confront you about it

however i don’t think he’d be as aggressive as the other three and do something huge rather he tries to make you feel better only in smaller ways and it definitely adds up

like in the morning he’ll make you coffee or tea or whatever you want - orange juice, a bakery bun? he’ll make an excuse saying he wanted something from the convenience store anyways and head down. when he comes back with three bags of food and drinks he’ll insist that he just grabbed whatever he saw because he was “too lazy to decide” n b d

throughout the day he’ll be a lot more affectionate than usual, hugging you whenever he gets the chance, maybe even a kiss on your forehead

when you tell him you want to go out on your own for a bit he doesn’t argue - whatever you need to do but when your back is turned he’ll slip you a handwritten note telling you to enjoy your alone time and that he l-word you and it’s even signed off with a teensy teensy heart that you almost don’t notice

when you get back, you’re greeted with the smell of your delicious food mixed with a burning smell and on the kitchen table you see takeout from your favourite restaurants and in the garbage is a black burnt mess - kunimi insists he doesn’t know how it got there even though its quite obvious

you bring the food to the living room and to your surprise there’s a blanket fort set up with pillows spread out all across the floor

when you try to question him, he just shrugs saying that it’s not that hard to throw a blanket over a couple of chairs, even a baby could do it

today he lets you choose the movie even though it’s technically his turn and when you choose a comedy he doesn’t complain about the obnoxiously loud and hot headed lead character

when the movie is over, he quickly cleans up all the trash, making sure you don’t have time to move from your spot

when he comes back, he flops on top of you, holding you close

then he plays the spotify playlist that he made for you; it’s a whole mix of songs - slow, upbeat, instrumentals - anything he thought might help you feel even the tiniest bit better

and so you guys just lay there not speaking, enjoying each other’s presence until you fall asleep

#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #miya osamu #iwaizumi hajime #terushima yuji #kunimi akira #osamu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #terushima x reader #kunimi x reader #clara click clacks

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nct-jungjaehyun · 5 years

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miracles pt.1

[9:51am] doyoung took the bowl out of jaehyun's hand and threw it to the ground, causing the cake batter to splatter all over the floor.

jaehyun simply sighed and walked over to clean up the mess doyoung just made.

doyoung marched over to jaehyun's kneeled body and yanked him up by his collar.

doyoung harshly pushed jaehyun against the wall and shouted in his face, "would you wake up? it's been two years! you have to get over her! why are you locking yourself in this bakery and making stupid cakes? it's your birthday today! you should celebrate,"

doyoung expected jaehyun to forcefully push back, but jaehyun doesn't.

for once, jaehyun did not fight back. it was as if jaehyun was lifeless.

jaehyun pulled doyoung's hands off of him and muttered, "let me be,"

jaehyun carried on with what he was doing, cleaning up and baking. he's been baking for two years now.

doyoung watched his fellow brother sadly. he could not believe his own eyes. doyoung had hoped that he could help jaehyun, that he could make those pretty dimples appear again, but the scene before him just shattered his heart.

jaehyun, on the other hand, did not even care if doyoung was watching him or not. it would be the last thing that bothered him.

jaehyun just focused on his baking. as he mixed the ingredients, the memories of you and him floated back into his mind, like always.

it was well known to everybody that you loved baking. he even brought you to a bakery to make a cake for your birthday. you were ecstatic to make a cake that will fit your own taste buds. it was going well until he began drawing on your face with flour. he said you looked cute with whiskers. you retaliated by cracking an egg on his head.

his heart warmed as he remembered that you had to tippy toe to do that.

at first he was a bit angry, thinking you went too far, but when you laughed, he completely forgot about being mad. he was just happy that you were happy.

the food fight carried on with laughter and yelps of happiness. eggs were cracked everywhere. flour rained all over the room. colored icing colored the walls. it was a mess, but in the end, the two of you still made a cake.

jaehyun held the sides of his face, "oh my god, my cheeks hurt from laughing so much,"

you were no different as you massaged your cheeks.

he inspected the cake placed between the two of you and then playfully crossed his arms, "well, happy birthday, there you go, your cake,"

you laughed in amusement and smelled the cake, "it looks ugly, but it smells pretty nice, though,"

he released his arms and relaxed into his chair, "i am so sorry," he laughed, thinking about the cake-making process.

the two of you did not even follow the cook book. you two just put random amounts of ingredients and mixed.

he continued, "this was probably not the birthday you wanted. this cake probably tastes like something mark would make,"

you looked on the positive side of things, "hey, it looks ugly, but maybe it tastes good,"

jaehyun grinned, "alright, let's give it a taste then,"

he cut a small slice from the cake and then used a spoon to scoop up a small piece. he fed it to you and was prepared for you to spit it out.

but you didn't. instead, your smile only grew brighter as you beamed with excitement.

"it tastes so good!" you exclaimed.

jaehyun couldn't believe it. he went over to your side to take a bite from your plate.

"wow," was all that escaped jaehyun's mouth.

the rest of it was you two fighting over the delicious cake and wanting every last bit of it. him playfully elbowing you away to get to the cake and you shoving the most cake as possible into your mouth.

the cake was miraculous, because it was made spontaneously. to this day, both you and jaehyun never knew what the recipe was for it. remembering what was added into the cake was the last thing on your minds when trying to cover the other person with cake ingredients.

the cake was a miracle. what came next was the opposite, a tragedy.

a few weeks past your birthday, the day that the best cake was made, jaehyun and you were supposed to meet up again at the bakery to make another cake.

jaehyun stared at the ring he placed in front of him while waiting for you. three hours past and there was still no sign of you. he checked his phone multiple times and there were not any messages or calls from you. soon enough his phone was spammed with phone calls. they were all saesangs. annoyed, he figured you probably won't show up as well. just as he was about to leave, he heard footsteps in the hallway. you were here! he hurriedly picked up the ring. he wanted the ring to be a surprise for you. but he was in such a rush to hide the ring that he accidentally dropped it. the ring rolled off from the cute heart shaped box and disappeared. when he looked back up though, he was not met with your pretty face, but with doyoung's.

at first he felt a sense of relief that it was not you. he can find the ring and hide it before you get there.

but doyoung proceeds to tell him that you won't be there. you got in a car accident.

it turned out that while you were on your way, there were saesangs on your tail. you did not want others interrupting your date with jaehyun. you were in the middle of texting jaehyun to cancel the date. you were not watching the road and before you knew it, you crashed against another car.

despite his manager telling him not to, jaehyun still rushed to the hospital with doyoung as fast as he can.

but when he got there, there was nothing he could do to help except wait for the surgery on you to finish. he prayed and prayed that you would be fine. he repeatedly told himself that you will walk out of this hospital safe and sound, you will be in his arms again, he will hear your beautiful laugh again and again, you will be okay again.

the surgery was finally finished but the news were not so great. the doctors said you were in a coma. you may wake up in a week, a month, a year, or even never.

jaehyun could not believe his ears. how could this happen? this just all came out of nowhere.

the doctor comforted jaehyun and then handed him something that you refused to let go of when they rescued you.

it was your phone.

jaehyun opened your phone through the plastic bag. he was faced with the messaging screen. your message was never sent, but he was reading it then.

it read, 'i can't make it :( we'll make my birthday cake next time! i'll be there and we can enjoy our delicious cake together!'

things only got worse. the next few days were more painful than the last. he watched as you laid lifelessly on that hospital bed and there was still nothing he can do. he wished he was in your spot instead. it hurts his heart to see you like this. at the same time, he cannot stop hearing your text message in his head. the last phrase kept repeating in his ears. he can imagine your voice saying that.

'i'll be there and we can enjoy our delicious cake together!'

for the first few weeks, the hospital became his home. he stayed at the hospital more than he did at the dorm or practice room. he stayed right beside you. he wanted to be there the moment that you wake up. because you will wake up. you have to wake up. you have to be okay again.

as he fell asleep beside you one night, he had a dream. he saw that you had woken up and you were happily eating the cake with him. you were laughing with him just like old times. everything was okay. and then he woke up.

it was so real. he thought you had actually woken up. but when he looked up, you were still laying there like how you've always had.

then it hit him. the cake! the cake was a miracle. he has to make the cake.

he will make your cake and you will wake up and enjoy it with him.

that's what he's been doing for two years.

instead of promoting nct, he's been trying to make your cake.

doctors said that tingling your senses may wake you up. the other members tried it all: singing, dancing, acting, cracking your favorite jokes, asmr, mukbang, and even more. but you're still not awake. this only made jaehyun believe even more that the cake will do the trick. if nothing else will, the cake definitely will.

beep beep!

the oven's beeping pulled jaehyun away from his thoughts. he put on his oven mitts and pulled his precious cakes out of the oven.

the other members came at doyoung's call to celebrate jaehyun's birthday but ended up joining doyoung on the couch. they watched as jaehyun taste tested every single cake. it was honestly amusing when they do not know jaehyun's purpose and watch jaehyun either spit out the cake, or gag and then spit out the cake. jaehyun crossed off on his notebook the list of ingredients for each of the cakes that failed to avoid making the same ones in the future.

like how it's been for the past two years, none of the cakes even came similar to the one that he and you made.

jaehyun does not give up though. he makes a new set, write down the ingredients for each cake, and then puts them into the oven. this cycle repeated everyday.

the nct members sighed and turned around to look outside the window instead. they were tired of watching jaehyun try again and again.

"what is he even doing? why is he making cakes?" haechan asked the group.

nobody replied to haechan. haechan himself did not even know why he asked such a dumb question. he knew, they all knew, that the answer to that question is only known by jaehyun and you. you were in a coma. jaehyun is in pretty much in a coma as well since he stopped paying attention to the outside world.

the question is left unanswered.

"hey, where'd he go?" chenle chirped.

"maybe he got a stomachache from all the cakes," mark said.

haechan suddenly jumped up in enthusiasm, "birthday prank! let's mess with his cakes!"

taeil pulled haechan back down, "jaehyun is serious about his cakes, leave him alone,"

doyoung stood up, "haechan is right, he's been ignoring us for these stupid cakes! i'm done with him. let's mess with his cakes!"

doyoung headed over to the kitchen and pulled out the cakes that jaehyun just put into the oven.

haechan and the other members bounced over to join doyoung. they grabbed random ingredients and mixed it in with jaehyun's cakes.

"guys, stop!" taeil warned.

"jaehyun is gonna come back soon," taeyong added.

the members do not care. they wanted the old jaehyun back and maybe this will make jaehyun pay attention to them again.

"he's coming, he's coming," taeyong whispered as he slaps the boy's' backs to let them know.

doyoung quickly put the cakes back into the oven and then joined the rest of the members who already rushed back to the couch.

they waited in anticipation with jaehyun for the oven to beep.

when it finally beeped, not only jaehyun, but all the boys stood up excitedly.

jaehyun, of course, did not notice the boys acting different. all he cared about were the cakes.

jaehyun sighed as he took a bite out of the first cake. he almost choked as he tasted it. he wondered why it was so sour. he did not remember adding so many lemons to the first one.

hushed laughter echoed among the boys' area. each member whispered what they added into each cake. lemons was apparently lucas' doing.

jaehyun tasted the second cake. his eyebrows furrowed together as he wondered why he tasted watermelon in this cake. he admitted, it tasted alright, but it was not the cake he was looking for.

the rest just tasted plain awful and the boys' laughter only grew louder and louder.

jaehyun was still oblivious until he tasted the last cake. he took a bite and tasted it thoroughly. he was stunned and frozen. nct couldn't hold it in anymore and finally bursted out laughing.

jaehyun finally noticed their odd behavior and pretty much put the pieces together: they messed with his cakes.

the members ran over and danced around him as if they just won an award.

when they noticed jaehyun was not smiling a bit, they immediately calmed down and felt bad.

some of them were afraid, mostly doyoung and haechan, who hid behind the tall members, johnny and lucas.

"jaehyun-ah, we're sorry, we just wanted to have a little fun for your birthday," taeyong explained.

"what did you guys do to my cake?" jaehyun asked.

jeno decided to answer when no one else stepped up, "we, uh, kinda added a little bit of everything and mixed it all in?"

jaehyun stepped towards jeno and raised the last cake in his hand to ask, "what did you guys put in the last one?"

they were all confused. jaehyun did not seem mad. he seemed almost like he actually wanted to find out what they put into the cakes, specifically the last one.

"please tell me," jaehyun begged, "i've been wanting to make this cake for two years,"

nct did not hesitate to help him. none of them asked any more questions and all told him what they each added.

although they cannot recall completely, jaemin said he put a lot of sugar, johnny remembering that he cracked a few more eggs, yuta claiming he poured more milk, jungwoo saying he added some chocolate, and haechan saying he put a few strawberries. it was the weirdest list of ingredients but jaehyun still combined the members' addition of ingredients to the previous ingredients he already added and made a new cake.

he took a deep breath before taking a small bite.

this was it!

the rest of nct watched in silence as jaehyun tasted the cake. to jaehyun, it was like he can hear your laughter again as the sweetness dissolved in his mouth. he had to hurry. with a huge smile on his face, he quickly got frosting and decorated the cake. he had to bring it to you so you can wake up.

ding!

just as jaehyun was about to leave with the boys, an ear piercing 'ding' sound stopped him in his tracks.

taeyong picked up the ring that fell from his finger, "hm, i forgot to return the ring to our stylist,"

"is the ring too big?" chenle asked out of curiosity.

jaehyun shouted before taeyong can answer, "the ring!"

"what ring?" everyone asked.

jaehyun put the cake on the counter and ran around frantically, eyes on the floor, looking for the ring he was supposed to give you two years ago.

"guys, help me look for a ring! i lost her ring here!" jaehyun orders.

the boys obliged and helped him look. it was the least they could do.

jaehyun cannot believe that he forgot the ring. he had always meant to find the ring but whenever he got to the bakery, making the cake got the best of his mind and the ring eventually slipped out of his head.

everyone searched. drawers opened and closed. tables and chairs were lifted up at down. plates and bowls were moved left and right. but they still cannot find the ring.

jaehyun was starting to feel anxious. could it be that someone came by, saw the ring, and stole it?

it was one of a kind. he had his and your initials carved on the inside of it.

his eyes glanced over the wall in front of him and that's when he noticed. to the left of the clock displayed a reflection of a rainbow.

it was the ring! the ring reflected off the sun onto the wall creating a rainbow!

according to the angle, the ring should be hidden under the counter. jaehyun immediately ran to the counter and looked under it.

there it was!

"guys, i found it," jaehyun declared.

"then let's go! she's waiting for us!" johnny shouted.

the boys were hollering and pushing jaehyun out of the bakery. they all packed into the cars and taxis and made their way to the hospital.

while sitting in the passenger seat, jaehyun closed his eyes and prayed to himself.

you have to wake up. you promised me you would enjoy this cake with me. i finally made our cake again. you have to keep your promise.

#jung jaehyun #NCT 127 #NCT #nct angst #nct fluff #nct jaehyun #jung yoonoh

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angelcatsiel · 4 years

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I reblogged an ask game thing the other day but no one sent any asks so I just fuckin answered them all because I was bored and I am learning to not give a fuck what anyone thinks of me and it was fun

1. What is your favorite childhood story of yourself?

This is a hard one. I want to think of a funny one but my childhood wasn’t great. My dad has told me that when I was a toddler, before I can remember, he used to play AC/DC and I used to put clothes pegs in my hair for some unknown reason, stand on the sofa and violently headbang.

2. What is the stupidest way you have ever gotten hurt?

When I was about 11, I was swinging on a swing in the garden, and got curious about what would happen if I put my hands right at the very bottom of the chains while I was swinging. The answer was that I fell off backwards and hit my head. I went in to my dad crying, calmed down, and went back on the swing again. I tried to work out what exactly I had done to cause myself to fall off. I remember thinking, I think I held the chains near the bottom like this... and tested the theory, and fell off again, and hit my head again.

This is one of many stupid injuries. Other considerations were the time I climbed up a slide and hit my head on the bar at the top and knocked myself out, or the time I got kicked by a horse in a field and grabbed onto the electric fence to hold myself up.

3. What was the first PG-13 movie you watched?

Literally no idea.

4. What was the first R rated movie you watched?

I think it may have been the first Deadpool? Haven’t seen that many tbh

5. When was the moment you felt most badass?

When I was about 8, I was at the park with my brother, and this much older kid (maybe about 16 or 17, hardly a kid) with an aggressive dog stole my brother’s ice cream money. I marched up to him and demanded he give it back. He let his dog off the lead and it sniffed around my ankles and growled, and he told me it would bite me if I ran. I stood there and stared him down for a good 20 seconds or so before he called back the dog and walked away. I didn’t get the money back.

6. What is a band you can reliably always love?

Marillion. Favourite band, always.

7. What is your favorite form of self expression?

Probably singing even though I’m very bad at it.

8. What is something from your childhood you wish you still had?

My stuffed rabbit Hoppy. I haven’t been able to find him in several years. Can’t think about it too hard or I’ll cry.

9. Where is your favorite place on earth?

The Isle of Wight. My dad used to take me and my brother there for holidays every few years. It’s beautiful and full of memories, the most precious memories being the time we saved up vouchers in the newspaper to go the year after my dad left his abusive wife and ended up homeless. We were so poor but with the vouchers we could just afford to go, and it was the first time I saw my dad happy in a long time.

10. What is the longest friendship you have ever had?

My best friend @van-helsa124 who I have known since literally nursery and I love her so much.

11. Is there anyone is your life you wish you had met sooner than you did?

Maybe my friend Luce who I only met a couple of years ago, but we’ve grown close pretty quick.

12. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yep definitely. Pretty sure I was visited by my gran after she died and I’ve had a few creepy experiences.

13. What is the coldest water you have ever swam in?

No idea tbh, I don’t swim much

14. How old were you when you learned how to swim?

Maybe 8 or 9? I had lessons in primary school.

15. What song do you listen to when you’re sad?

Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift. It’s my cry song.

16. Are you an adrenaline junky?

Yep! Love roller coasters and stuff like that, and would love to do something extreme like jump out of a plane or something.

17. What is a song that takes you back to childhood?

I have a few but the main ones are probably Man on the Moon by REM, and You Were Right by Badly Drawn Boy.

18. What is your favorite word?

Not sure I have one. For some reason the only one coming to mind is a place not too far from where my family live called Biggleswade, and I have to say it every time we drive past because I love saying it. I also love saying tiddies at every opportunity.

19. What is your least favorite word?

Don’t think I have a least favourite either, the usual infamous ones (e.g. moist) don’t really bother me.

20. What scent reminds you of childhood?

Cherryade. I drank some several years ago and the smell before I tasted it transported me immediately back to my childhood and a memory I’d completely forgotten, which was my gran constantly buying me a shit ton of cherryade every time I stayed over her house.

21. Were you sad when you found out clouds weren’t like pillows, or did you never think that?

I don’t think I was sad, I think I was just curious and interested to learn, and I tried to come up with new interesting ways of describing the feeling of clouds in my head, since even as a kid I loved to write.

22. When in life did you laugh the hardest?

A few times come to mind and they all involve @van-helsa124. A lot would make absolutely no sense, no matter how much I tried to explain. They’re now ‘friendship memes’. The only one that might be explainable is the first time we ever got drunk, to celebrate achieving ultimate friendship, after we found out that her mum had believed me and her were in a relationship for a year and a half. We even created our own drink, named the year and a half, which was literally just a mix of vodka, koppaberg, rose wine and cloudy lemonade. Tasted better than it sounds. Got me drunk in about 0.5 seconds. Ended the night hugging her trash can trying not to throw up while she read me a destiel fanfic to take my mind off feeling sick

23. What makes you laugh when you don’t feel like laughing?

Old yogscast videos.

24. Do you come from a big family?

Fairly big, lots of aunts and uncles and cousins.

25. What is your favorite part of yourself?

My positivity and the inner strength that I have, that helps me find happiness and courage even when my mental health is low.

26. What is the worst pain you have ever felt?

Trigeminal neuralgia pain (facial nerve pain). Spent 90% of January this year constantly crying and even screaming in pain. Hospital couldn’t do anything for me. I get occasional flare ups now but nothing that severe, but it’s probably going to come back. Feels like someone trying to rip out my cheekbone and jawbone or like someone is literally drilling into the bones in my face, and that’s the milder part. Every so often that pain is interrupted by stabs of sharper pain like electric shocks which have caused me to collapse to the floor screaming. 0/10 do not recommend

27. Do you swear often?

Not super often out loud but very often in my head.

28. Do you get confused for being older or younger than you are?

People always assume I’m younger than I am. I get asked for ID for everything.

29. What is your favorite way to eat a potato?

Probably roast potatoes, but they’ve gotta be done right. Soft inside, crispy outside, and obviously with herbs and spices.

30. What is the best compliment you have ever received?

Honestly no idea.

31. Describe yourself in 6 words?

Slightly unstable yet somehow happy weirdo

32. What is the worst insult you have ever received?

Can’t think of any major insults either lmao no one talks to me apparently

33. Have you ever taken in any media that changed your life?

The Good Place and Supernatural. With supernatural it wasn’t the actual show so much as the friendships it made me and the confidence and happiness the conventions gave me, at a time when my mental health was at its worst, although the show helped massively too. Idc if it’s cringey, it kept me alive. The Good Place changed my entire worldview and actually made me less afraid of death.

34. Have you ever collected anything?

My model horses! I have at least 10 at this point

35. Strangest thing you have ever broken?

As in bones or objects? Can’t think of any objects and the only time I ever broke a bone was when I broke my toe at like 12:01am on new year’s day when I got up to pour myself another drink and tripped over the table

36. Weirdest food you have ever eaten?

I’m not that adventurous with food so nothing that weird

37. Childhood nickname?

My dad would call me Flo. Not sure why.

38. Most people you have shared a bed with in a non sexual manner?

Two. Shared a bed with my best friend and my other friend Josh, once at a convention, once at Josh’s birthday. Birthday one is a bit blurry as I was drunk but at the convention I got to be in the middle and spooned Josh while my best friend spooned me and it was very cosy

39. What is something that makes you fall asleep?

The Marillion song Angelina, or this one ASMR video that’s supposed to be the sound of being in the Impala with the Winchesters. Laugh all you want, I like it.

40. Did your parents ever accidentally lose or forget you?

No but my teacher did once, can’t remember the context, I think she had to drive me and some other girls somewhere for some club event and when we got back to the school she forgot me in the car because I was so quiet lmao

41. If you were a superhero what would your weakness be?

I would be a terrible superhero and have many weaknesses. Loud noises would immediately put me out of action. Someone makes eye contact with me and I disintegrate immediately

42. What food reminds you of home?

Tuna pasta! With this one specific sauce that my mum used to make it with

43. What is your comfort food?

Probably also that tuna pasta. And chocolate. A shit ton of chocolate.

44. Cold room with lots of blankets or hot room with no blankets?

Cold room with lots of blankets, no question.

45. No shoes without socks or no shoes with socks?

No shoes without socks

46. Do you run hot your cold?

I am presuming this means ‘do you run hot or cold’ and the answer is, usually, both simultaneously. My body has no idea what temperature regulation is. Catch me out for a walk in short sleeves in the snow, sweating profusely while violently shivering bc I’m feeling extremely hot internally but my skin is freezing (and yes, I have actually done this). Do I have some sort of legit medical issue? No one knows, least of all my doctors!

47. Favorite condiment?

Probably ketchup. Though I also love garlic dip. Does that count as a condiment?

48. What utensil do you use the most?

Probably my tongs for turning chicken and stuff

49. When are you most comfortable?

Any time I’m home alone, just doing my own thing

50. If you could be really good at one thing, what would it be?

Singing! I would love to be an amazing singer but sadly I am a terrible singer though I do practice every day in the vain hope that maybe my voice will improve. If the neighbours could hear me they would have killed me by now

#personal

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sweet-general-mayhem · 5 years

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Tried to figure out how this would work out, and ended up writing a mini-chapter to make it happen, I think this would take place somewhere after chapter 8 but before chapter 11, might end up throwing it in the fic if I end up finding space for it. Story was written on desktop so I don't think to formatting/colors/readmore work on mobile and I apologize in advance for that.

2,000 worded story that kind of takes place in the Alternate fic implied RexCop (and ConstructionCop I guess, cause like Rex is Emmet)

Emmet wakes up on the couch, which he has become pretty accustomed to since Rex moved in. But at least this time he is plesently surprised to find Rex had managed to grab a blanket before passing out on the bottom of the double decker couch.

He gently takes off the blanket and folds it into a nice little square, smiling as he notices that Rex had actually taken the little teddy bear Lucy had won for Emmet a couple of days ago to bed with him. He places the bear on top of the blanket and starts to get read for the day.

Hey Rex are you awake yet?

Emmet hears some sort of mumble from Rex and sighs, as he starts choosing an outfit for the day.

Rex you gotta wake up, you have an early shift today at the precinct.

No you have an early shift today at the precinct.

No I- Rex you sound less blue than usual, wait am I allowed to say that. Is that breaking the Frank Grimes rule. Have we takes about the Frank Grimes rule yet, I feel like that was brought up in chapter 9.

But Rex is already back to sleep, leaving Emmet's mind alone to wander as he contemplates the current timeline of this fic.

As his mind wanders off that topic, he begins to think about what exactly happened last night. Rex got back late from some important police mission, invited the cops over and showed off his cool bar tending skills by making cool drinks for them. And then Rex convinced Emmet to try a drink, it was just a bunch of fruit juices thrown together with a shot of vodka, but it tasted pretty good. But Emmet, much like Rex, was a super late get weight, and got tipsy off of one shot and started rambling on about obscure Mario speedrun facts. He’s pretty sure he made Rex super embarrassed, so that was fun. Emmets figures he fell asleep not to long after that, missing out on whatever Rex and the Cops talked about, but they just have stayed up pretty late since it felt like Rex was only now falling asleep.

Emmet sighed as he pulled on the police uniform, I guess I can show up to work for him, I’ll just do it until he bothers to wake up. I mean we kind of both passed the physical together, and technically the letter of recommendation was written for me not him, so I work there as much as he does.

Emmet looks down at the name tag on his uniform, labeled Rex, and runs his hand over it. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to go out and be Rex for a few hours, but he knows Rex is already kind of on thin ice with Bad Cop since Rex does really like to break laws, and since Rex was almost as bad at making a move as he was (it only took Emmet five years to get a girlfriend) he didn’t want Rex to lose his chance at getting potential boyfriend.

Emmet puts the name tag back down, thinking about how happy Rex was to get that lil name tag, how Rex really appreciated having something to call his own, even it was small like that. If this encounter is taking place before chapter 10 Emmet is also thinking about he hopes no one notices that he’s wearing a name tag that says Rex on it. .

Emmet is at the precinct in no time, covering his face as he walks in and towards Bad Cop’s office. Since Rex works directly under Bad Cop. For various reasons.

Emmet let’s out a sigh of relief as he sees the Cops aren’t here yet, and goes to the back of the room to start a pot of coffee.

Emmet has three cups poured out, and almost spills all of them as he gets startled by the door opening behind him.

Emmet had lot out a noise that sort of sounded like squeak after being startled, and he was happy that Rex was still to asleep to berate him for letting out that noise.

Emmet hopes the Cops would ignore the squeak and turns around, smiling to see Scribble Cop.

“Good morning, you guys are here a little late.”

“Well you know traffic this time of day.”

“Oh yeah, I always try to get to the shuttle at least an hour or two early.”

“Is Dangervest not-”

“Oh he’s-” wait shiz can I say he’s asleep on the job that will look bad, I can’t make him look bad, well he makes me look bad in front of Lucy. But I’m supposed to be better than him, that sounds bad, I’m supposed to be nicer than him, that still sounds bad but not as bad, oh hey I need to say something, what’s a good lie, “Rex is wanting me to help me around the office today, he felt bad that I did a lot of the work for the physical and then he got all the credit.”

Emmet thinks Scribble Cop is giving him a skeptical look over him saying he did a lot of the work for the physical, so he chimes in, “like thar super cool punch that broke the giant robot apart that was me, and I did the really cool jump up the rock wall.”

“I didn’t realize you were that athletic.”

“I took weight lifting in highschool, and sort of kept up with it after I got out,” and then, to prove his point, he goes over and lifts Scribble Cop up like he’s a bag of flour, “see I'm pretty strong.”

Emmet looks down at Scribble to see him blushing pretty hard, and Emmet realizes that maybe picking people up bridal style isn’t something that’s normally done. Well he does it with his friends, but his friends aren’t like good for basing societal guidelines on.

Shortly after Emmet had picked up Scribble, Bad Cop switches and demands to be out down, and Emmet quickly complies, gently placing him on the grounf.

“Sorry if I crossed any boundaries there, Officer Boss Sir.” Emmet wasn’t particularly good at remembering people’s titles, so he just says all possible titles at once hoping one is right.

“Its no problem,” Emmet wonders if Bad Cop is blushing, he’s pretty good at keeping a straight face, so it’s hard to tell. But Emmet does notice he sounds a little tired, “but we got work to get to Brickowski,” Bad Cop walks over and pushes some reports to Emmet.

Emmet squints at the papers for a moment, before finally conceding, “the print is to small for me to read these,” (see previous unpublished chapter where Rex & Emmet failed their eye exam because as a kid they would be dared to see how long they could stare at the sun, and caused permanent eye damage).

Scribble Cop switches back after Emmet says this, being reminded of something, “oh that’s right, we picked you two up a little something,” and Scribble takes out some cool 80’s shades that has a metal frame and an orange tint to the glass, “they should be your prescription.”

Emmet timidly puts them on, and is now shocked at how clear things were, “these are awesome, oh man Rex is gonna love this when he-” wait don’t say he’s asleep dumb head, “gets to wear them later.” Wow I’m a really good at avoiding the truth, Rex would be so impressed if he wasn’t sleeping in right now.

Scribble smiles after Emmet says this, and Emmet turns his attention back to the know readable reports, something about a kid trying to commit arson, Emmet feels that is strangely familiar but can’t place his claw hand on exactly why.

“So what do we need to Officer Boss Sir, punch this adolescent into obediance?” Emmet still isn’t quite sure what a police man’s job is, but Rex seemed keen on implying there would be a lot of punching involved in the job, and Emmet still having not learned his lesson from the King Kong incident (self explanatory), is still blindly trusted him.

“Oh heavens no, we just need to sit down with them, tell them the dangers of fire, and contact their parents."

”Okay so the report suggests the kid is going to be hitting up the chain super convenient store that I go to regularly with Rex at 1AM, we should be able to get there in like ten minutes.“

”Why do you go there regularly?“

"Oh me and Rex get bored late at night a lot and just goof around there, you know punt the baby dolls over the aisles, try to figure out what figures are in various blind bags, petty theffffff felt, we buy putty and the felt, that’s what I was going to say, we buy putty and felt to make some of those asmr videos,” Emmet let’s out a nervous laugh, relieved to see Scribble Cop was totally believing that statement and not realizing Rex commits petty theft to fight against the corporate megabrand and their harmful anti-union tactics, “well we should get out to the city if we want to apprehend this kid,” and Emmet starts walking to the door, and looks back to see Bad Cop writing down some things in the ‘Probable Crimes that Rex Dangervest has Comitted’ document, and let’s out a groan, knowing Rex was gonna be pissed Bad was now onto their petty theft at local Walm*rts.

Emmet and Bad Cop make it to the Super Chain Convenient Store in 16 minutes, it would’ve been a 10 minute drive but they stopped get breakfast first.

Everyone gets out of the car and heads to the front of the store. Emmet is fiddling with his sunglasses, as he eats his power burrito he had gotten. It doesn’t taste particularly good, but he knows it’s important to Rex to keep their body in shape and he’s trying to respect that. But he looks over to the chocolate drizzled croissant Scribbs is eating, and starts really regretting his decision to get the sad excuse of a burrito. He suddenly gets the great idea to do something Rex would later yell at him for. He turns to Scribble and asks, “mind if I grab a bite of that?”

“Oh sure buddy,” Scribble Cop starts to move his hand to break off a piece of the breakfast item for Emmet, but Emmet being Emmet had already leaned over, less than an inch from Scribble Cop’s face, and takes a bite, and then leans back, enjoying the delightful taste sensation, completely unaware of that the officer next to him was frozen in some sort of shock.

Eventually Bad Cop gets tired of this and switches in, pushing the rest of the croissant over to Emmet, Emmet asks why, and Bad Cop mumbles something about losing his appetite. Emmet doesn’t question that at all happily finishes the rest of it, and has a really cute little smile as he cheerfully follows Bad Cop into the store.

“The kid should already be in the store-” Bad Cop stops talking when a voice over by the registers is heard.

“Yeah Im going to go use this stuff to commit arson!” The voice is a little to happy about this, and sure does sound familiar to Emmet- he squints over and low and behold it’s Unikitty, with a some lighter fluid and and a whole lot of matches

“We got the perp,” Bad Cop starts to head to register and Emmet does a little jog behind him.

“Wait I thought you said it was a kid?”

“That’s what people have been reporting.”

“Bruh, Unikitty is an adult, I think, when I lived with her she paid taxes and stuff.”

“If she is an adult will need to change our approach here, ending with her arrest-”

“Oh haha I’m just joshing with you, that’s what the kids say right, joshing? But uh, Unikitty is totally a kid, she has to be, she lives with her dad right now and like does kid things.”

“You know her father?”

“Well I think he might be like an adoptive father, but yeah I met him, kind of boring by the rules sort of guy. He’s also just like a floating brick. I don’t know how that works, have you ever been the Unikingdom, all the people there are kind of… Weird.”

Bad Cop nods in agreement at that statement, and they move on from that topic eventually making it to Unikitty and the concerned sale clerk, who upon seeing the officers quickly books it to the nearest door.

Bad Cop doesn’t really pay attention to that, and just let’s out a loud cough causing Unikitty to turn around, suddenly go into her aggressive form upon seeing Bad Cop. But then she turns and see’s Emmet and instantly calms down.

“Emmet you’re a cop now, does Lucy know you’re promoting the status quo of our biased and unfair society?”

“Yeah she knows and she’s kind of pissed at me for it, but we aren’t here to talk about my rocky relationship right now, we’re here cause there’s been reports of you trying to commit arson around the city.”

“Oh yeah, Rex told me commit arson.”

“…What.”

“Oh, uh Rex is this nice guy I met before at the Game Center, and we hung out for a little bit and we were just talking and he said, 'trans people can do anything,’ I was like 'I wanna do arson!’ and he was like, 'trans people can and should commit arson,’ and to prove his point we went around town trying to commit arson, but like we couldn’t find any place that would help us commit arson that night, so we didn’t end up doing anything, but I was bored today so I was gonna go burn some things!”

Emmet sees Bad Cop pull out his, 'Probable Crimes Rex Dangervest has Committed,’ and groans, but turns his focus back to Unikitty.

“Unikitty, that’s bad, fire can hurt people.”

“But I’m on fire like all pthe time, it doesn’t hurt me!”

“You’re a magical creature Unikitty, most of us aren’t as unique as you, and when we catch fire it hurts a lot, please don’t set things on fire.”

“Bluhhh.”

“Also we’re gonna have to call Richard about this.”

“No what, he’s gonna be all upset that I’m in trouble with the police again.”

“You were trying to break the law, you’re lucky to be getting off this easy.”

“Well is Rex gonna get in trouble for this.”

“Ohhhh he is, as soon as he wakes up I’m going to-”

Emmet winces after he says this, looking back as Bad Cop, who he thinks is smirking at him.

“Ah, so Dangervest has been sleeping on the job.”

“No, I mean yes, sorry Officer Boss Sir, I don’t think he fell asleep until I woke up this morning-” Emmet realizes he’s talking with Unikitty right in front of him. Unikitty, who doesn’t know about the whole situation yet, “have I mentioned that Rex is my roommate.”

“Oh my gosh you guys are roommates! Are you dating?”

“What no he’s like my brother maybe, also he wants to date the Cops over there anyways,” Emmet panics after saying this and switches topics, “hey this is about you and not listening to Rex, he’s a bad influence on people-”

Oh so you think I’m a bad influence?

Oh so you’re awake? Why were you letting Unikitty commit crimes?

Cause screw the police.

Hey that’s what you’re trying to do here, not me.

Oh by the way thanks for saying I have a crush on them, like right in front of their face.

Dude I’m pretty sure they already know, neither of us have been subtle.

What do you mean us-

Emmet snaps back into reality to see Bad Cop had taken Unikitty to the side as was calling up her father figure.

He felt a little relieved, at least no one was in serious trouble at the moment.

Oh hey Scribbs let me eat his croissant this morning that was really nice.

He did?

Yeah he offered it to me, and I just leaned in right next to him, like really close I might have brushed against his face, and took a bite, and then I guess he wasn’t feeling well cause his face turned bright red and he couldn’t finish eating, and he let me have the rest.

Emmet you dumb pile of bricks, he thought you were flirting with him

“Brickowski were heading back to the station,” Bad Cop said, signalling for him to follow.

“Coming Officer Boss Sir,” and Emmet jogs behind next to Unikitty as Rex tries to explain to Emmet that you can't just finish another man's croissant.

#tlm2 #the lego movie 2 #emmet brickowski #bcsc #rex dangervest #unikitty #my stories

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alexteltevskiy · 5 years

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Why I take photos

Hey everyone, how’s it going?

I’m back. Been taking a break from social media this past year. Recently moved to SoCal from Chicago and was busy settling in. Also, I took this time to step back and look at where I’ve been and where I want to go with my photography, as well as how I present it online.

I’ve got a lot of fun new content planned and will slowly start rolling it out. Meanwhile, to make up for my lack of updates, this post is chock-full of awesome photos and interesting thoughts on photography. Climb aboard and enjoy the ride!

Throughout this past year I continued taking photos, but I left social media entirely, feeling that it was becoming a bit too much. Too much of a time investment and mental drain, researching & following, using all those silly hash tags… Too much attention being eaten up by a constant bombardment with a never-ending flow of imagery. Too much bots, too much spam & too much noise. Too much “for the likes”. Too much stuff I couldn’t care to care about anymore. Instant gratification and desensitization were the new norm. Even the quality stuff didn’t matter anymore. I knew it was time to jump ship.

But I did miss the things that were actually good about it. There weren’t that many, but still… I knew that it was only a matter of time before I plugged back in again. And… here I am. Meanwhile, my sabbatical allowed me the luxury to think about my photography from the ground up, and think I did. In this post I’d like to share with you some of the fruits of all that thinking: I’d like to share with you the 10 reasons why I take photos.

1. Exploration & adventure

Photography allows me to explore new, unfamiliar places, as well as see the old and familiar places in new light, over and over again. Back in the olden days I used to call it a “Passport to adventure” (pardon the cheese). And I still feel that way.

Nothing else gets me out the door as quickly as a camera and a fresh new roll of film, and not much enriches a life more than travel.

2. Meeting people

Meeting new people is always fun. It’s a life-enriching experience and helps one feel connected to the greater world. It’s not always easy to connect with strangers on the street, but a camera usually helps break the ice in more ways than one.

Since many of my interests lie in old mechanical objects, having a vintage camera with me actually sparks a lot of conversations to happen entirely by themselves. And at the end of the day, 9 out of 10 people actually feel honored to be able to tell their story and have their picture taken.

3. Family and friends

I don’t need 691 snapshots of what we ate for breakfast every year. I need just a few quality photos that are engineered to stand the test of time and will always bring back the fondest of memories spent with my family and friends.

Quality photography, where I put in the time and effort to make each shot count (ahem, film, not pointing fingers, ahem). It’s rewarding and it makes my relationships feel that much more special (sorry for the sentimental cheese).

4. Recording milestones

Speaking of family and friends, the moments that we cherish most are the ones that deserve their own dedicated photo shoot. Being a photographer transcends into being a historian and keeper of family history and even tradition.

“Production values” are high, trips are planned, adventures are had and lasting memories are made. Photos serve as testament to us and the big advancements in our lives - a big move, getting married, having children…

5. Fueling curiosity

To be curious is to be human. It’s what defines us as a race that’s able to advance and grow. There would be no fire, no wheel, no semiconductor and no landing on the moon and (gasp) no Instagram.

Taking photos for me is a continuation of that fine tradition of discovery. I see, I like, I take a photo. I obsess over the photo and object that lies herein. I learn more about it, wiki-ing about the design decisions on that olive green ’67 Cutlass or the impact of that historic Main St. movie theater on the town or how surfboards are shaped. Or why the moon is sometimes red. Or why Dingbats have such a funny name.

Photography helps me learn more about my world. Always a nice thing.

6. Imagination exercise

Every once in a while I’d take a photo and it would entertain my mind in many not-so-obvious ways. Could happen with a picture perfect landscape or a failed Holga long exposure. It would mysteriously linger in memory for a while, prompting repeat viewing. Often times the effect would be immediately after seeing the photo, other times it would surface years after the fact.

I would be drawn to the photo, get lost in it, imagine myself in it. All sorts of metaphorical thought would crawl into the picture, all sorts of things would form in the shadows and bubble up. Sometimes nostalgia would paint the skies a dull yellow and I’d feel warmth in my toes that I haven’t felt since 17. Sometimes at night, the skyline of Port of LA turns into Port Town from F-Zero and at midday, the sand dunes on the beach turn into a romanticized version of early 20th-century Arabia.

Humans are visual creatures, and photos have the power to play all sorts of tricks on the interplay between imagination, memory and all the 5 senses. Photos help me tie my mindscape together.

7. Giving back

It’s only natural to want to share with the world something that you truly, honestly love!

Photography is a craft that has lots to do with understanding fundamentals, repetition and learning from your mistakes. It also has lots to do with many other things that are not so immediately obvious due to the exceedingly esoteric nature of what makes or breaks a good photo. Not to mention that there’s a very complicated technical side to photography as well, film or digital...

The answers to all of these come with time and experience, and as always, with a little help from our friends. As such, it’s always a humbling and enjoyable experience when I can offer my friends a little help of my own, based on my personal experience and observations.

8. Experimentation and happenstance

Photography has always been about experimenting - seeing what works and what doesn’t. Every time I try something new I am faced with fresh and, dare I say, invigorating challenges.

Sometimes I learn something cool that I’d like to continue doing (redscale or Pen-o-ramas). Other times I find a format that completely changes the kinds of shots I’d do for long stretches of time (half frame or a 6x9). Or I would find a camera so unpredictable that I wouldn’t know how the shot will turn out at all (pinholes, Holgas, solarcams, old soviet cameras, etc).

In the world of film photography, there is absolutely no shortage of film, formats, cameras and techniques to try out. We have, after all, more than a hundred years of photographic legacy to fall back on and tinker with. It keeps things interesting and the perspective - fresh.

9. Getting lost in the moment

This is a big one, especially with film photography. A craft so diverse and expansive that condenses down to a singular moment when the shutter goes off. There’s so much to love, so many details to enjoy.

Starting with the obvious - not having to chimp or preview the photos and being limited by a scarce, diminishing resource (film) allows more time to bask in the surroundings and bond with the moment rather than just keep popping off the camera like a machine gun. Waiting for the moment (or setting up the shot), anticipating the scene, watching it all come together. It’s meditation.

The gear, so varied and spanning such a breadth of generations, each with its own intricacies, procedures and character. The mechanical, tangible nature of control manipulations. It’s all very tactile and ASMR-ish. Come on, all you Leica fans out there - tell me you don’t go through an elation every time that cloth goes sssssshwick, haha )

10. Feeling the passing of time

Photos are like a quality wine - they get better with age (I actually don’t know if that’s true, but that’s how the saying goes). A lot of photos we admire today were received completely different when they were first presented to the world. We look back at the photos from the 60’s, 70’s and go through a portal to that time. How people lived their lives, where they lived, what they drove, how they had fun. It’s all put through the context of history. Same goes for movies, music - any cultural item.

It’s important to understand that your photos, if you choose to keep them around for that long, will be viewed many decades down the line and will offer a glimpse into those times. Viewers from the future will look at the cars and marvel at how people got around in these dead-dinosaur-powered vehicles, or how everyone on the street was stuck staring down at tiny glass screens, or even the fact that the very photo they’re looking at is static, isn’t an immersive 3D experience and has limited resolution.

Things get especially interesting when the photographer himself is the subject of the photos...

11. Cars

Wait, didn’t I say it was 10 reasons? Well, there’s always room for cars! Awesome, timeless automotive examples, each with its own personality and style. As they say, there’s always room for cars...

Conclusion

Sorry if that was too wordy! A lot of reasons, huh? And everybody will have their own… That’s the beauty of this thing called photography - everyone makes it their own. Hopefully this post presented you with some interesting food for thought, or maybe inspiration for your next photo project. Thanks for reading, everyone.

Stay awesome!

#film photography #analog photography #filmisnotdead #ishootfilm #film #fujifilm #kodak #35mm #120 #4x5 #believeinfilm

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aquasarium · 5 years

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Simple things I love about Summer that I don’t appreciate enough

The sleepiness you get from being in the sun too long.

The sun beams peaking out from tree branches creating perfect, golden lighting

Going downtown to visit the river at night to eat ice cream we get from a local ice cream shop nearby and to watch the stars flicker against the summer heat.

Going to the beach. I know it’s basic, but letting the sun kiss my skin while watching the waves crash against a seashelled-covered beach gives me a feeling of happiness that I can’t describe.

Wearing sun dresses

Downloading Pokémon go again with my sister knowing we’ll just delete it as soon as school starts back up.

Being able to spend 1-2 months with my half sister whom I never get to see.

Being able to talk to my best friend aka the love of my life more.

trying not to laugh at 4 am from the dumb things my friends say

Jamming with my friends on discord.

Creating more art

Driving slowly down the back roads with the windows rolled down while watching the infinite sea of sunflowers and wheat roll past

Night drives

Watching heat lightning flicker out of my bedroom window

Listening to Indie/happy music on long car rides

Participating in the yearly public library craft event. Last year we made a Zen garden.

Laughing at all the care-free little kids playing in their yards, wishing I could be their age again.

Placing a blanket under my grandmother’s willow tree and reading.

Driving past our old house and getting mad at/joking about how ugly the new owners have made it.

Going to the planetarium’s stargazing events.

Walking barefoot through the grass. I have to jump across all the mud puddles.

Making summer desserts with my grandmother.

Cloud gazing

Watching the fireworks by the river on the 4th of July. I’m not too proud to be an American but fireworks are pretty.

Going to the fair but only for the aesthetic and games because I don’t trust the rides there.

Sitting on top of a ferris wheel and realizing how small we really are.

Watching the bees and appreciating all the good they do for the Earth.

Screaming high school musical and other Disney lyrics.

Taking walks while the sun goes down.

Yelling at my friend to go to sleep because she’s always watching asmr at 4 AM just to laugh at it.

Having family karaoke and game nights

Sitting on the book store’s floor and reading until close time.

Not worrying about school

Yelling “ice cream truck!” whenever the familiar tune sounds like we did when we were younger.

Feeling like a kid again.

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houseofspiderwebs · 7 years

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all for the botanical asks my string bean

o my....this is gonna take a while (thank you my son)

baby’s breath: 5 things you associate yourself with: procrastination, goats, sweaters, any kind of cat lady-related product, and a deep hatred for summer

bleeding heart: what makes you heart go mushy? cats, doggos, puppers, i have such a soft spot for cute things in general

bell flower: what’s the title of the song that makes you want to jump around out of joy? idk if there’s any songs that make me feel...joyful, per se, but Dare by Gorillaz is a fuckin banger that makes me want to jam tf out

evening primrose: what’s your sleeping playlist (give me 5 songs)? hrrgh tbh i don’t listen to songs to make me fall asleep? if anything i’ll listen to ambient sounds, but mostly i either listen to ASMR videos or nothing at all

forget-me-not: who is your favorite blog who isn’t following you? uhhhh either @sergle or @iguanamouth bc they’re both cool and funny and gr8 artists -puts lips on microphone- PLEASE NOTICE ME

daffodil: what is one plant that you want to have but can never get? oh gosh i love succulents theyre so cute !! but they’re hard to take care of and i had one once but it died. i’m terrible at taking care of plants. i’m the worst plant mom. (also the water on campus is absolute shite)

calla lily: are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening? rain rain rain rain raIN RAIN RA--

foxglove: what is your favorite color and in what shade? it varies, but i always dig a rly deep shade of purple

lavender: what is something that you’ve always wanted to be/have/get but can never have? -emo voice- a sense of purpose. jk i’ve always wanted to be a bazillionaire with a bigass mansion that has changing staircases and secret rooms and a dUNGEON

love in a mist: what is the latest dream that you remember? i was trying to buy ice cream and realized i was gonna be late for work, so i took a bus but missed my stop and got off and ran and my mom came and picked me up and brought my work uniform and i was late for work and realized that my shoes weren’t on and they took $99 out of my paycheck and i kept trying to call my mom but my phone wouldn’t work and i woke up and my teeth hurt.

daisy: what is your favorite flavor of cotton candy, ice cream, and juice? blue, butter pecan (fight me i’m an old lady), and pineapple

painter’s palette: are you more of a singer, dancer, painter, or instrumentalist? i suck at all of these, but i sometimes play instruments. not as much anymore tho.

tulip: what is your most favorite make-up product? do you like it more natural, dark, or etc? idk i have a nice ass liquid lipstick that’s like, BRIGHT red and i dig it a lot. it depends on the day tbh, i’m not that good at makeup so i usually go natural, but i also love vampy lip colors and dramatic eyes.

waxflower: are you a bee or a butterfly person? a dog or a cat person? butterfly and cat although i also love doggos

sugarbush: do you have sweet tooth? if yes, what’s your favorite sweets? if no, why? my favorite is no bake cookies. i could eat 50 of those fuckers. but in general i’m not a huge fan of sweets, i love dark chocolate bc it’s not as sugary.

sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid? fairy. i was gonna pick mermaid but if a fish touched me i would scream

sweet pea: what would you like to call your significant other? i call him the normal sweetie/sweetheart/babe/etc. but i also call him my grizzly bear

sea lavender: can you swim? which strokes can you do? not to brag but i can do a killer doggie paddle

windflower: list 5 of your favorite blogs and explain why i like them: o boy.... @unflatteringcatselfies (because this is great and everyone should follow this blog) @dailyrowlet @pokemon-personalities (both cute blogs that always cheer me up) @call-me-zero (you’re kind enough to reblog my shitty original posts and selfies bless u) and @bipositive because i love being a bisexual

golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook? cook i guess even though i’m not that good at it

bloom: what is something that you would like to tell your children? i don’t want any

peony: what is something that you wish your parents could’ve told you? “we respect your boundaries and also accept that you’re bi” (whoops that was depressing)

prairie gentian: do you have a significant other? yes

september flower: are you more of a sunshine or sunset person?

bird of paradise: do you wake up early? do you sleep early? i have shit sleeping habits and tend to stay up until 2-3 and sleep in until 11

marigold: what’s your favorite tea? i loooooove ginger tea

peruvian lily: what are the names of your pets? orphie and sunshine ♥

hyacinth: do you name your plants? yeah but i don’t have any at the moment (rip planty devito)

lilac: would you rather sleep and be cozy or hang out with your friends? sleep. always. (this is also why i don’t have friends)

poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is? i love dipping things!!!

dandelion: any special talent that you have? i’m ridiculously good at picking out voice actors in cartoons/anime which is the most useless talent ever

#thank u again i love answering these and havent gotten one in a while #also i hope nobody feels bad i love so many blogs #sunshine-boy-apollo

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empathique · 7 years

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Tehg

Tagged by @pengwenno <3 *tosses you your daily quota of plushies*

1. Are you named after someone?

Nope. Apparently my father, who is very knowledgeable about Mandarin and Chinese Culture, gave me named me after some sort of jade. So although my name isn’t exactly uncommon, the characters used aren’t very common.

(Still, better than the time my mother told me that I was named to match my brother and thus my name had no meaning)

((Evidently, my mother didn’t name us.))

2. When’s the last time you cried?

Er-- *checks the time*

......half an hour ago?

3. Do you like your handwriting?

U g h not at all. It’s right in the middle of cursive and neat so it’s really just a mess.

4. What’s your favorite lunch meat?

I’m not picky, but duck meat is pretty good.

5. Do you have kids?

Nope. I’m actually quite scared of them.

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?

I... might? I’m horrible at staying in contact with people even though I like them, and I’m Awkward Turtle 2.0, so I might just be... a friend that I’m comfortable with hanging out with but not usually talking to/messaging with.

7. Do you use sarcasm?

I used to be known for my sarcastic humor back in secondary school and junior college, but I think I’ve just been trying to be more positive in general so I’ve lost my flair for it.

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

Yep (what are tonsils--)

9. Would you bungee jump?

I wouldn’t want to, but if my friends wanted to and I was already right there at the top of the... thing, I probably would.

I draw the line at sky-diving though.

10. What’s your favorite kind of cereal?

Don’t really eat cereal, and I’m not picky~

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

If I can toe them off, no. But I am that loser that has to retie my shoelaces when I put them on again, so I honestly just hold everyone back while I bend over unattractively and balance on one foot.

12. Do you think you’re a strong person?

Ah this question is always a conundrum for me. On one hand I think that I’m just good at keeping up appearances and in truth I Cannot (TM), but on another hand, well, technically I’m pretty strong for being able to keep up those appearances. Hm.

13. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

Mint chocolate.

14. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their - how do I put this without sounding weird - vibes? Just the entire feeling they exude, and it might not have any relation to their looks or personality or what I’ve heard about them. I can usually tell off the bat when that person will become a very close friend, or when I will dislike them (and I’m usually right). People that I come to dislike (I’ve only ever met four in my life) tend to have this... slimy kind of vibe. I try not to let it interfere with how I interact with them but it usually ends up going the way I expect it to. And they usually end up quite unpopular among everyone else, honestly.

15: Red or pink?

Red. My room was an obnoxious shade of pink for the past... 10 years, and I’ve just been scarred. Thankfully I replaced that horrible color with grey recently.

16. What’s the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?

My cheeks. It’s true that I first lost weight in my face (as most people do) but then it just. Stopped. And now I’m left with this annoying baby fat that refuses to leave. The only redeeming quality about it is that I look younger and that will probably be advantageous when I get older lmao.

17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?

Black and black. If you must know my top is black as well. I clearly have a very friendly and bright atmosphere about me I don’t know what all these stares are about--

(ah, there’s the sarcasm I thought I lost)

18. What’s the last thing you ate?

A slice of banana cake for breakfast. I’m hungry.

19. What are you listening to right now?

The mournful cries of stressed college students.

20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

The beige crayon because everyone just uses it until it’s a teeny stub that cannot handle life. But people still try to lose it please stop--

21. Favorite smell?

Books. Books. And fresh laundry. And I have a friend whose fabric softener smells really good and I was nearly falling asleep next to her during lecture.

22. Who’s the last person you spoke to on the phone?

My mom.

23. Favorite game?

Ib. Left 4 Dead also has a special place in my heart.

24. Hair color?

Brown with my black roots growing down half of my head. Hair dying is just such a long and tedious process and I don’t have time for that.

25. Eye color?

Boring ol’ black. I’m Asian.

26. Do you wear contacts?

Nope. My mom is quite adamant against my wearing contacts, and I can still see without my glasses on, anyway.

27. Favorite food to eat?

Sweets. Desserts. Anything sweet. Except maybe pudding because I don’t like the texture. Ooh, and anything that has cheese as well.

28. Scary movies or comedy?

Comedy. I can’t handle horror movies...even though I enjoy horror games. I haven’t quite figured that out.

29: Last movie you watched?

.....*squints* Hero (the chinese movie! I watched it for Literature class)

30. What color shirt are you wearing?

Black

31. Summer or winter?

Winter

32. Hugs or kisses?

HUGSSSS. I love snuggles please give me snuggles

33. What book are you currently reading?

I Am A Cat by Natsume Soseki. I’m terrible I haven’t read much of it and I feel so guilty hngah ;A;. That, and I’m studying the Great Gatsby for my Literature module

34. Who do you miss right now?

Not a person, but I can’t help but mourn the passing of the time where the people around me were happy, when our biggest problems were arguments over trivial things, and when we never had to worry about mortality. Especially so now, because many things have been happening and sigh. Feelsbad, even though I’m very aware that this is a growing pain and an inevitable part of life.

35. What’s on your mouse pad?

A picture of Sebastian and Ciel from Kuroshitsuji. I’m waiting for a BSD mousepad for me to throw my wallet at, though.

36. What’s the last TV show you watched?

*whispers* I really don’t watch TV

37. What’s the best sound?

Keyboard typing, flipping of the pages of a book, a crackling fire (can you tell I like ASMR)

38. YouTube mashups or ambient noise?

Mashups. Ambient noise was what I listened to when I was studying for my O levels, and I think I’ve been traumatised.

39. What’s the farthest you have ever traveled?

England, for a Literature school trip! I went with two of my best friends and a bunch of people I got along with, so I have very fond memories of it.

40. Do you have a special talent?

U h, being able to accurately guess the topics that are tested on exams? I’m really good at predicting stuff.

41. Where were you born?

Singapore, and I’m still here.

42. People you’d like to participate in this survey?

www why does this sound so formal.

@looking-for-stray-dogs, @hanahikari, @magicalgirlmafu, @nekojimaxosamew, @moneera-87, @truedespair

(please don’t feel obligated to do it if you don’t want to!)

#em speaks #about em #thank you for the taaag #i'm sorry if i sound a little moody #sensitive content #tagging juuust in case #i'm always afraid that my moodiness will affect others when they read things ahhh

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born-to-make-pirozhki · 7 years

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Awww it’s been sooooo long since I’ve done one of these! Taking me back to my xanga days... *tear*

Tagged by @96percentdone!

1: Are you named after someone?

Yep, my regular name is after my great-grandpa, and my Hebrew name is after my grandma

2: When was the last time you cried?

I honestly almost cried yesterday while mourning the Johnlock/TJLC community. I miss it. But it’s over. Sigh. In terms of actually crying...maybe a few weeks ago? Couple months ago?

3: Do you like your handwriting?

Nah my handwriting sucks.

4: What is your favorite lunch meat?

Prosciutto. I could never give up pork because of prosciutto.

5: Do you have kids?

Nope!

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you?

Maybe? idk.

7: Do you use sarcasm?

Sparingly.

8: Do you still have your tonsils?

Yep.

9: Would you bungee jump?

If I was hopped up on ALL of the motion sickness meds, then yeah, maybe.

10: What is your favorite kind of cereal?

Remember Smorz? Good fucking times. Reeses Puffs are pretty good tho.

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

Only if I have to.

12: Do you think you’re a strong person?

Physically not so much (not as weak as I look though), emotionally I’d say so, yeah.

13: What is your favourite ice cream? Ever, ever?

Cotton candy ice cream from a local ice cream place back in my hometown is still the shizz. Uhh Capogiro gelato is pretty amazing though!!

14: What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm. tbh I do try to judge what kind of person they are and if I’m going to like them. Overall aura I guess?

15: What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself

How easy it is for me to gain weight and how it all goes straight to my belly. -_-

16: What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?

Black and black

17: What are you listening to right now?

I was listening to the YOI soundtrack on my way into work, so “Shall We Skate” is stuck in my head right now.

18: If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Umm. Maybe a light purple?

19: Favorite smell?

Oh jeez. I’m not sure I could pick.

20: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

My dad

21: Favorite sport to watch?

I can get into football on occasion. Ice skating lately though, of course.

22: Hair color?

Natural color is like a brown that’s auburn in the right light. Dyed color is a richer red/auburn.

23: Eye color?

Hazel

24: Do you wear contacts?

Nope

25: Favorite food to eat?

lol do you know who you’re talking to here

26: Scary movies or comedy?

Comedies

27: Last movie you watched?

Uhhh I think Kimi no na Wa

28: What color of shirt are you wearing?

Gray and black

29: Summer or winter?

Summer

30: Hugs or kisses?

Depends on the context of course!

31: What book are you currently reading?

I’ve been reading a ton of fanfic lol

32: Who do you miss right now?

No one in particular really. I have bouts of missing people who are no longer in my life sometimes, but not at this very moment.

33: What is on your mouse pad?

Don’t have one

34: What is the last TV program you watched?

YOI of course lol

35: What is the best sound?

Anything that gives me ASMR

Tagging @iodescence and @pretty-princess-eren (hi guys this is my YOI blog lol)

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gosfordparks · 7 years

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rules: complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. when you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. have fun and enjoy!

Tagged by @patsmount

1: are you named after someone? Literally the character from Lewis Carroll novel? Although I doubt my mum ever read the original novel bc she doesn’t read much, but she had the official Disney picture book, with art from the movie, and she was obsessed with it, she brought it anywhere she went. At least that’s what she told me 2: when was the last time you cried? Yesterday for a very delicate + serious reason that maybe it’s best not to report here since this is supposed to be fun to read. Let’s just say I’m trying to come to terms with smth atm. Also yesterday it was a very upsetting day in general bc I’m trying to make friends but people keep blowing me off 3: do you like your handwriting? I love it even though people laugh at it and they’re are not sure wheter they should be amused by it or be slighly condiscending with it, and I’m sure they find it ridiculous (actually it was someone from this site who called it ‘so funky’; hi Zuzana, love you), but yeah I love it, it’s an expression of my artistic personality 4: what is your favourite lunch meat? I’m a vegetarian?? Also I’m not familiar with strange American terminology when it comes to food, why can’t you just eat pasta for lunch like normal people 5: do you have kids? Ahaha 6: if you were another person, would you be friends with you? Probably not lbr 7: do you use sarcasm? I like how Martina answered ‘not as much as I used to’, I never overcame my Daria-wannabe phase and I don’t have any regrets (ok maybe I have a few at times) 8: do you still have your tonsils? Yes 9: would you bungee jump? Lmao no 10: what is your favourite kind of cereal? Ehrm...plain oats, does that count? Or organic muesley with dark vegan chocolate chips or smth. Again, I’m not sure if these things count as ‘cereal’ but I’m a really boring person 11: do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I never though about this before but I guess I generally don’t 12: do you think you’re a strong person? No, I’m weak in all regards 13: what is your favourite ice cream? Black cherry and dark chocolate 14: what is the first thing you notice about people? Mmm... if they give me good/pure people vibes or if the struck me as being completely self-absorbed and selfish + hypocrytical/fake (I’m sorry guys, I’m all for self love if it’s done to empower yourself and others but I still don’t associate those traits I just described with being good people, I’ll understand if you disagree) 16: what is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? Actually I was thinking about this question and I realized I like my body??? Wow, this is a really positive thing to find out lol I mean, I still don’t feel very confident when I go out wearing my natural hair down+ glasses + chapped lips, so I guess I don’t love my natural hair, my dark circles, my skin, wearing glasses, and sometimes I’m concerned about my knees/legs because with the passing of the years my knees are getting more and more turned inwardly and my articulations creek like those of an old lady when I get up, but that’s more of an health concern. Uh, and sometimes I wish I was taller. But like, I don’t love all these things, but I’ve come to terms with them, I accept them, I like them. I like my body. (I like my posture less it’s really bad at all times. I slouch A LOT and get into super weird poses lmao). Also why is this question only about negative traits, shut out to my naturally voluminous, long-ass eye-lashes that I love 17: what color pants and shoes are you wearing now? I’m in my underwear 21: favourite smell? Martina stole my answer, lavender, but also I loove the smell of those candles that ALL the brands make for Halloween? You know the candle I’m talking about, you can find almost the same thing in a 99-dollar stollar or at Yankee Candle, it smells of cinnamon and sugar and other spices and vaguely like burning wood?? Also my favourite perfumes tend to be citrus fragances. Also green tea I forgot about green tea omg scratch all of that it’s green tea 22: who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My dad, same answer as Martina 23: favourite sport to watch? I find watching tennis weirdly relaxing for some reason. Also years ago I used to do (roller) figure skating and at the time I used to watch (ice) figure competions but now I can’t be bothered 24: hair color? Dark brown + reddish 25: eye color? Dark brown 26: do you wear contacts? Yes 27: favourite food to eat? You can’t possibly ask me this question. All the food 29: last movie you watched? 8 femmes 30: what color of shirt are you wearing? I’M IN MY BRA 31: summer or winter? If I have to choose Winter bc Summer is my least favourite season but fuck both of them tbh Spring ftw 32: hugs or kisses? I want to be kissed on my neck rn 33: what book are you currently reading? I’m still reading Ni D’E’ve ni D’Adam by Amélie Nothomb, even though it’s a 100-page long book, bc I’m going through an intese ‘watching Youtube 24/7 and not reading for shit’ phase. Someone save me 34: what do you miss right now? Mmh... nothing? I’m looking forward to the future more than the past at the moment 35: what is on your mouse pad? I use a laptop with a touchpad so 36: what is the last tv program you watched? Holby 37: what is the best sound? My favourite sound used to be smth very specific, you know the ‘thump’ a bottle does when you uncork it? Now I’m guess I’m watching too much asmr; I’m obssesed with tapping. I find myself tapping on things in stores and people stare at me. 38: rolling stones or the beatles? The Beatles but only bc I literally only know 3 RL songs 39: what is the furthest you have ever traveled? England I think, so not very far lol 40: do you have a special talent? I like to think I can write but it’s unclear if I can still do it + if I’ll ever be able to do it English well enough 41: where were you born? Sicily

I tag my most recent followers: @izzyhuett, @kitscaboodle, @fictionally-teddi, @biancagrieve, @lockbearer, @matildaswan, @misskatekane and @tall-maja, because I want to get to know them :D

If anyone read the whole thing thank you omg

#meme #ask meme #long post #text posts

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