#it was like 5 mins something and i thought it starts a half hour later lmao

[amelia-yap]

QUACK

#ruby rose #weiss schnee #whiterose #white rose #rwby #my art #lmao i've been so unproductive #a little inspired from that one video where weiss called ducks chickens lol #they are water chickens #also i read the timetable wrong for class today and ended up a bit late hjhhjh #it was like 5 mins something and i thought it starts a half hour later lmao #the timetable confuses me so much 😂 #im glad i always get to school early being super late on the first day would be crappy #ducks chonky

[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Can we finally call a Truce? ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Hades!Reader Synopsis: Percy finally takes you on that date, who would've thought he was so romantic !!! Warning(s): some swearing Word Count: 2930 A/N: felt like adding some social media into this one, ignore all there faces, imagine whoever you want for the photos

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt4

The shower is your thinking spot. You think about anything. You think about your day, things you have to do, what you're gonna eat later, basically anything. Except now, all you could think about was Percy. The more you think about it, the more you realize how much time you've actually spent thinking about him in the past. Maybe not the way you are right now, mostly just pranking, but still. After about half an hour of standing in the water thinking of Percy, it's time to get out.

After hopping out, and changing into some clothes, you head to your room. You decided to check if you had any messages on your phone. Instead, you found a mention on Instagram from Percy.

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＠seaweedbrain • 20 min

Liked by wisegirl and others.. ＠seaweedbrain: why is this lady invading my motherland?? ＠StyxGirl View comments..

＠wisegirl: she's added the flare you can't →＠seaweedbrain: ＠wisegirl its literally my home?? →＠wisegirl: ＠seaweedbrain whats your point???

＠deathboynicoo: saying she's invading ur space after asking her out is crazyy😭👋 →＠seaweedbrain: ＠deathboynicoo maybe im bipolar?? what happened to mental health matters?? →＠deathboynicoo: ＠seaweedbrain you actually wanna be me so bad holyy🤦 →＠wisegirl: @deathboynicoo HE WHAT?? HELLO??

＠StyxGirl: when did you get these pictures of me you actual stalker →＠seaweedbrain: ＠StyxGirl she want mee🤭 →＠BeaurengardOnTop: ＠seaweedbrain me and my mama stay plotting on yall‼️

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After laughing and going through Percy's comments, you decided to FaceTime Silena and Annabeth. They pick up immediately.

"Y/N" Annabeth and Silena shouted.

"Hey guys" you said calmly, sticking out your tongue.

"Erm, explain??" Said Silena. And you did. You explained everything that happened, starting from when you pulled him out of class, all the way till when Nico sadly interrupted the two of you. He was never gonna let you live that down and you knew it. By the time you were finished their eyes were WIDE.

"Bro Nicos so funny" Annabeth was laughing so hard at that fact Nico pulled you out of Percy's grasp. "Love that kid."

"No cause let me catch him with Will" you said, making to two on the phone laugh even harder. "Let's see whos laughing then!"

After everyone caught their breathes, Silena spoke up. "So tell us, what's happening on this little date." Silena was wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke.

"Well, I actually don't know yet-" you cut yourself off when you saw a text from Percy. "Speak of the devil he just texted me."

"Well what does it say" Annabeth demanded.

'Meet me at my dorm tomorrow at 5. Wear something nice.'

"His dorm at 5. He said wear something nice" you read aloud.

"What a little romantic" Silena said.

"Gods, you and Percy are my favorite show right now" Annabeth said.

"Heyy, thats what my mom said" Silena shared happily.

"Alright guys I'm gonna go now, night night" you said

"Goodnightt" Silena and Annabeth said simultaneously.

After hanging up the phone you remembered to text Percy back before putting your phone down. You decided to grab your laptop and watch some Netflix. After a few episodes of Gilmore Girls, you accidentally dozed off without realizing.

[12:06] AM

You woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating next to you. You picked it up to check the caller ID. 'water boy.' At this hour?

"Percy?" You answered groggily.

"Oh, did I wake up, sorry I'll go" Percy apologized.

"Wait no, no. It's fine, whats up" you quickly spit out. You were now sitting up in your bed.

"Oh um, I just can't sleep, so I wanted to come over. Like last time you know" Percy asked. You smiled at the request.

"Sure Percy," you were kinda warm. "I'll be waiting." And with that you both hung up the phone. Ten minutes pass by and you get a text from Percy.

'Hey I'm here, I didn't want to wake up Nico or something.'

Without responding you, you quickly put your phone down and speedily, but quietly, ran toward the door and swung it open.

"Someones excited to see me, aren't they" Percy laughed as he walked inside.

"Hey you're the one who wanted to come over" you pointed out as you started walking to your room with Percy trailing behind. "Someone wanted a little sleepover" you started to tease.

"And you're the one who let me wake you up and insisted I came over." You stopped in your tracks, turning around to stare at Percy with your jaw on the floor. "Like you just had to ask, no need to twist my arm about it."

"Okay lets just get to my room buddy" you said as you continued to make your way back to your room.

"To your bedroom already? Buy me a drink first maybe" You let out an exasperated sigh.

"Your minds in the gutter. And let's be honest," you turned your head around to look up at Percy "you wouldn't need me to get you a drink to get you in that bedroom." You jokingly threw a flirty wink and made your way to your bedroom, almost leaving behind a flustered Percy. You jumped into your bed and Percy followed next to you.

"Anyways I'm tired come here." Percy said as he pulled you into his embrace, making you laugh. You wrapped your arms around before you looked at him.

"Wow, you really came over to sleep in my bed with me" you said.

"Well of course, why? Did you think I came over for something" Percy smirked at you. You rolled your eyes before snuggling in closer.

"No I didn't, now go to sleep water boy" you said into his chest.

Percy kissed the top of your head before saying goodnight. The both of you were out and started dreaming of each other.

[11:19] AM

When you woke up, you noticed you were alone again. You were sad until you turned over and saw a note lying on your nightstand. AW, Percy wrote you a note with your pink glitter pen. It said

'Sorry to just leave you alone, you seemed so peaceful I didn't want to wake you. I left to go set up for later, see you later styx girl ;)'

You held the note up and smiled as you read it. Styx girl was something he came up with back at camp. You hated him but the name was catchy so you didn't mind it. After finishing you put the note back down and headed out to the kitchen and found your amazing brother, Nico, making two smores pop tarts.

"I hope one of those are for me" you said.

"Oh of course your hungry" um, rude?

"I literally just woke up, what with your attitude kid?"

"No attitude. Here" he threw you one of the pop tarts and you just barely caught it mid air.

"You couldn't just leave it on a plate?" You looked at him wide-eyed as he almost just socked with you a pop tart.

"I definitely could've" he looked at you with a face saying, 'but why would I do that when I could smack you with a pop tart.'

"Okay.." you started to walk away and sat in the living room of your dorms common area. After you finish slumming down your pop tart you start slouching down on the couch and scroll through your phone.

"So Y/N," Nico stared as he creeped on over to the couch. "Do you think you could just sleep over at Percy's tonight?"

You looked up at Nico to see if he was joking but he was looking at you straight faced. "Excuse me" you asked happily, knowing why he made the request.

"You're excused" he said. You continued to stare at him till he said what you wanted to hear. And he knew what you were waiting for too. "Wills sleeping over."

"Of course I can leave the lovebirds alone!" You said as you let out a toothy, close-eyed grin. Nico just rolled his eyes and scoffed as he walked off, annoyed by his sisters teasing.

'Knock, knock'

Who could that be?

"It's Annabeth and Silena, OPEN UP" Annabeth yelled as she banged on the door. You groaned and yelled back at her as you went to open the door before it was knocked down.

"No need to break down my door, I'm right here" you said as you stepped aside to let the girls in.

"We wanted to borrow you before that little boy does" Annabeth joked.

"A little girls day, if you will. Plus we could help you get ready perhaps" Silena said.

"Alright, alright. I think I might have some face masks or something we could do." You said. You and the other two girls spent the day gossiping and just relaxing as the day flew by.

[4:43] PM

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＠StyxGirl • 10 min

Liked by seaweedbrain and others.. ＠StyxGirl: feeding my girls before I forced them to help me get ready😛 ＠wisegirl ＠BeauregardOnTop

＠BeauregardOnTop: stop acting like you didn't want us there😘 →＠wisegirl: ＠BeauregardOnTop can we talk about her taking credit for our idea for coming over?? →＠StyxGirl: ＠wisegirl no bc its not even that srs lets take it down a notch

＠seaweedbrain: yoo that girl in the last pic kinda fine who is that?? →＠deathboynicoo: ＠seaweedbrain bro this shit is NOT rizz💀 →＠seaweedbrain: ＠deathboynicoo shut tf up maybe?? →＠StyxGirl: ＠seaweedbrain hey😁 im on my way😁😁 →＠deathboynicoo: ＠StyxGirl your still going after he spoke like that to your beloved brother?? →＠StyxGirl: ＠deathboynicoo didn't you want the dorm to yourself or am I going crazy?? →＠deathboynicoo: ＠StyxGirl stay safe❤️

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You put your phone in your pocket and kept walking out to Percy's dorm. You couldn't help but smile on your way over, you couldn't believe it. Percy was setting up a date for you, you. You still couldn't stop thinking about what he said when you guys were out at the beach riding the hippocampi. How he said he should've taken you out before you guys started hating on each other. Is this something he had thought about for a while? Did he always think you were cute or something. Well if he did, it didn't show. Ha.

You kept thinking as you finally made it to Percy's dorm, and you thought it would be funny if you did it again. And by it, you meant banging on the door till there was a hole in it. Though, before you could hit the door a second time, Percy was already opening it.

"Let's calm down with that fist of fury now shall we" Percy said as he took your hand in his. "Follow me." Not like you had a choice, since he never let go of your hand and it didn't seem like he planned too. As he dragged you to this date location, you couldn't help but admire Percy. He cleaned up well. That black button down, with the top button undone and with the sleeves rolled up? Wow. You were truly a simple, simple woman.

And finally you made it, the rooftop. It was a relaxing evening. The sunset was beautiful out, the breeze was gently, and after a few seconds, you noticed it. Percy had set up a little picnic that was set on the edge of the roof giving a perfect view of the sky. "Let's take a seat" Percy said.

When you guys sat down you looked inside the basket sitting in between the two of you. Blue. It was filled blue food, mostly sweets, and it all looked so good. "So Percy is your favorite color pink, just wondering" you joked with Percy. He just laughed.

"Blue food is a tradition thing between me and my mom. Thought I'd let you in on it" Percy explained. All you could think was 'aw.' You knew how close him and his mom were. I mean he even he mouthed off your dad, the god of the underworld, to get her home. That's ballsy. You wondered what he'd think about how you've taken a liking to this boy.

"Wow, I feel so special" Percy smiled at you as you took a bite into one of the cookies. "Holy shit. This is so goood" you were basically rolling your eyes to the back of your head as you said this.

"Wow, they look good, but are you sure its cookies? Are you sure you're not hiding anything somewhere?" Percy said as he quiet down and tried to listen for a suspicious noise. It took you a second to understand his joke before you smacked him in the arm with a shocked look on your face.

"Wow! You expect that on a first date! What do you think I am? A blasphemous whore?" You and Percy leaned over on each other, laughing so hard you couldn't breathe. As you both calmed down you spoke up again. "No but really, these are really good."

"It's my moms recipe, I was worried I would mess it up so I made her stay on the phone the whole time I made them." Percy said.

"Aw you called your mom to help you with a date" you said. His little mama's boy side was something you always liked about him. Wait.

"Yeah I did, she's like Annabeth and Silena. Always pestering me about you" you stared at his with admiration.

"You would talk to her about me" You asked, you were probably grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course I told my mom about the girl who was threatening to kill me every few seconds. She even knows about the snake in my bed." you started laughing.

"Well, I'm glad we're both past that." You laid back and looked up at the sky that was now covered in stars. Percy followed after you. "The views amazing."

"Yeah" Percy said in almost a whisper. You turned to you when you realized he was looking at you when he said that. Making you the amazing view.

You playfully smacked his arm and rolled your eyes before shouting out "woow you're soo cornyy" you giggled out. Percy started tickling you viscously.

"Take it back" Percy didn't stop, not even till you were out of breathe.

"Fine, fine, I take it back. You're not corny, you're the most romantic man I've ever met" and with that he finally stopped. Not before getting you to lay relaxingly on his chest. You were now both stargazing and just enjoying each others presence.

"I'm glad we did this" you said.

"Me too" Percy said as he kissed the top of your head. After he did that, you leaned up on rested on your elbows while your head hovered his. That's when Percy brought his hand to behind you neck and pulled you in. You guys started making out softly. As it went on for longer, it got more intense. You swung one leg over and straddled him. Both your hands in his soft hair while hands gripped on your waist. Slowly sliding lower as he gripped on the top of your thighs and pulled you closer..

[8:51] PM

You were sitting up in Percy's bed, in Percy's shirt, scrolling through your phone. Wow, on a roof. Not expected at all. Finally, Percy walked back in the room wearing a pair of sweats and laid down next to you. He looked at you with stars in his eyes. He lifted his hand up and making soft circles on your neck, tracing the newly formed purple spots on it.

"I stand by what I said the other day, you looked good in my clothes. Maybe even better with no pants on" as Percy said that, you took the hand that was tracing circles and threaded your fingers threw it.

"Aw you don't think of me as a blasphemous whore even after doing it on the first date."

"I could never think of you like that."

You slide over and sat on top of Percy again. "AGAIN?" he looked at you with a shocked face, but not actually shocked of course, just messing with you. You softly smacked his chest before laying down and just relaxing. You closed your eyes and just embraced Percy.

You guys were quiet for awhile before Percy asked "soo, what now? What are we?"

"What do you want us to be?"

"I'm not letting you leave this dorm if you're anything less than my girlfriend." Percy started sitting up, making you do so as well. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, maybe just a little. "I let us go around and hate each other for years, I'm not missing my chance again, so please, let me just be your boyfriend."

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy. SHIT. These few days have been insane. It truly didn't take long for Percy to make you feel things you never would have expected to feel for him in a million years. Who would've thought a night of drinking would've brought you together. Definitely not you.

"I mean if you reallyy want to be, then, yes you CANN be my boyfriend." You were trying your best to finish your sentence without giggling. This second you stopped talking Percy just grabbed your face and kissed you fiercely. You could feel each others smiling as you did so. And suddenly you were back to laying down and Percy was back on top of you.

You now had a boyfriend and his name was Percy Jackson. And you couldn't be happier.

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Did I eat be honest. Maybe pt 5 if the people still want it.

taglist: @ayanazoldyck <3

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #annabeth chase #silena beauregard #annabeth pjo #silena pjo #nico di angelo #nico pjo

[dex0s]

SHOOTING STARS

Male reader x zhongli

You and zhongli were inseparable, swans if one of you guys passed the other would follow and that’s exactly what happened. So when your death came so did zhongli’s or Morax I should said. Of course the old dragon was sad his mate was gone so he tried to move on. He tried with so many people and the closes relationship he had that reminded him for your guy’s relationship was with this ginger male but yet it still felt wrong.

Then when he met the traveler and their travel partner he started to feel happy again yet of course that one piece was missing. So when the traveler asked him if he want to be on his team the old dragon happily accept. And during his travels he met some new people and old friends. He was enjoy his time until he saw it. The shooting stars and that can only mean one thing… your back.

When you opened your eyes you were confused. Why are you alive you thought you died…didn’t you? Has you looked around your surroundings you found out you were stuck in a crystal like rock. As you touch the crystal rock it opens then you step out and see your in a crater. ’how the hell im I going to get out of this’ you ask yourself.

After thinking for some time you decided to rock climb…that was a fucking horrible idea good news your out the crater, bad news you feel like shit. Damn how weak is your body you asked yourself while getting up shaking your head to get the imaginary dirt off your head. . . .“Alright im thirst” you started walking in a a direction in hopes of finding water.

You thought of how good it would feel to drink water and how you mouth wouldn’t be dry like the desert or your lips would be smooth like a babies bums. I felt like you were walking for hours (when it been 5 mins, you lazy dragon…) Hey! I heard that! (Oh shush and get back to the story) anyways you turned to head a different direction but you saw it! WATER! You ran like someone was chasing you and put your whole entire head into the water to take a sip…as you were enjoying your water suddenly you got pulled into a hug.

“My baby, your back home” A deep voice called from behind you. You look down to the hands around your waist and see white and gold ring… you know that ring but who is this person. You turn your head around to see the man’s face. “…Morax..” you desperately called, “Yes my dearest,” he answers but before you can respond he interrupt you, “you look sleepy baby how about we go book a room and we can talk what we can do once we get there, okay.” You nodded your head and you two started to walk to the Wangshu Inn.

“So-“”You know I have been waiting and waiting your for you come back to me dearest” The older dragon started to hungrily look at you.” And it made me very sad” he got front of you and rubbed his hands over your body, exploring every inch of it. “You have such a beautiful body my love” Zhongli whispered lovingly in your ear. He pick you up and put you on the bed, “I think I deserve a treat for waiting patiently dont you think?” He asked you, you were still in shock and mindless nodded. 

You could feel something large and hard against your ass then suddenly you hear a rip and coldness hit your bottom half.”Wait! Why don’t we just talk instead” you were in shock because you know Morax the ruthless god but always gentle with you. So it shocked you that he was being rough with you. “We can talk later right now I need to fill you up with my eggs” He licked at your earlobe and started to rub his cock against your hole spreading the precum too have a “easy entrance.”

With no preparation or stretching he forcefully entered his dick in your ass. Luckily the precum helped a little bit but it still hurts. You let out a painful cry and started to struggle, “Shh I know, I know it hurts but breathe with me and it will feel so m-much better” he started to take deep breaths and wait for you to join in.

You joined in and gave him the ok to move. When he started to move he felt like he was in celestia. You hole was tight and hot, plus you fit to him perfectly. This is why your his mate and no one else. Only his and that is how it’s going to stay. As you moan zhongli just spits complements at you while pounding in you like a animal in heat.

As zhongli drunkenly continues to pound in your ass you start to feel a knot coming up.”C-com~A-hh~ing” you spilled out, tears coming out your eyes. Zhongli wraps his hand around your cock and starts to milk it, “C-cum with me dear~” just as he finishes the sentence you both cum. You can felt the hot cum in your ass as your legs give out. “You did so good baby, so good plus now you’re hold my eggs” he smiles and mouths you a good night as you eyes close.

I miss you so much and now I won’t let you go again.

I do apologize for this not coming out sooner. I got sick and I wasn’t feeling the best. but I hoped it’s okay

#genshin fanfic #geshin impact #genshin smut #zhongli #zhongli x male reader #smut #male ​yandere x male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere x reader #male reader #genshin x you #genshin impact

[ohmeadows]

with the experience you have now, what is something you usually do when you feel the creative block so bad that it makes you want to drop all your writing during an indeterminate period of time? (Not considering talking to someone because i don't have friends with the same interests as me)

Lately i have been writing consistently but now i am in a point between the overwhelming need to keep creating and the suffocating need to just stop. the last time this happened not a single word was written in over a year xd

oh and im so in love with your writing btw <3

thank you and i'm sorry to hear you're struggling with a creative block, i know the feeling all too well. (there's a span of years between 2013 and 2016 where i didn't write at all.)

while a little break does do good, i know the threshold to getting back to it becomes so high it feels insurmountable. but it sounds like you need to replenish the well, as i like to call it. think of your writing as a well you draw from, and it needs a steady supply of water to be able to sustain you dipping into it for the power and inspiration to keep going. feeding it involves engaging in texts in a different way. for me, that's reading, and a lot. i sometimes feel so parched i have to steamroll thru ten books before i feel like i have it balanced again.

i've made some posts beforehand on how to approach reading as a writer (wish i'd tagged them better), but it boils down to:

make lists of beautiful words and sentences that you like; could you emulate them? could you write them in your style?

how do the writers pull off the tricks you struggle with? for me this is knowing when to just move the scene along, or how to showcase that time has passed. (i did a whole study on this from my fave books and it boiled down to just writing "A day later/Weeks down the line/Three months passed before she/It didn't take more than forty-five minutes to get across town but it felt like moving backwards through time" which was fun to learn)

just reading for fun. cannot be understated. sometimes you just need to be pulled into a story and feel too dazzled to stop and think to be reminded of how delicious writing feels

and yes, this goes for mangas, comics, scripts, movies, tv shows, even game writing imo (visual novels are great fun for how they do dialogue and emotional appeal).

another thing to not lose touch with the writing as a practice but maybe take a little breather from the project is to start a journal. i like this one a lot personally, there's the concept of morning pages where you get up in the morning and write three pages without stopping or overthinking.

this leads into automatic writing, which is about setting a timer (25 mins is a good one i feel, but even 15-10-5 does wonders) and while it ticks, you have to keep writing. yes, even if all you write is the same word over and over, or your thoughts as they come to you. this is a key component exercise at all writing schools i've ever gone to. personally i like to "guide it" so to speak with a prompt, be it a word (Lust, Rose, Name, Echo) or a full sentence ("She didn't like where this was going.") or an image. what this exercise teaches you is to shorten the distance between hand putting the words down and your thoughts as they process and come to you, as well as embracing writing messy and ugly and shitty because you can always come back and fix a half-assed page, but you can't do anything with a blank one.

third and final thing: movement. go outside. look around. if you can, get moving, take in the surroundings. there's no expectation on you to write anything from this, just let the movement and your thoughts be it. whenever i hit creative rut, i go for a walk. the first half hour my brain is quiet and annoyed. then things start moving in there as well. i'll walk all the way down to the sea and look at the waves and back home and process an idea from it. (i do keep the notes app on my phone readily available for this, but a notebook or receipt or post-it notes also work fine.)

like all art, writing is a practice and the actual act of writing is maybe 20-30% of what it is. nourish the well and it will nourish you back.

+ for what it's worth, i also often try to edge in rest days where i don't write. at least two a week. be gentle and forgiving on yourself.

#ask meadows anything

[apersonwholikeslotus]

PoLiet day four.

Prompt: Domestic.

No tw’s

this one is being posted 5 min after midnight Im sorry ;-;

also I listened to “Infinitely Ordinary” by the wrecks on repeat while writing this.

"Good morning" Tolys rolled over seeing his boyfriend half-awake and smiling at him softly. He tried not to get giddy at the simpleness of it, Tolys was–and liked to think Feliks was as well–getting used to this. The normal mornings where they woke up next to each other, The sun still barely over the horizon, the birds singing outside. Nothing special had happened the day before, and nothing special would happen today. There was breakfast to be made, laundry to be done, Feliks had to go meet with his president later; he even thought about the library books that had to be returned. 

There was something so special about it all though, personifications didn't have many ordinary moments it made all of them so much better though. Tolys had decided if he could live days like this on repeat forever he would be content. That wasn't realistic though, so instead he just decided to savor the moments they had like this.

The bed shifted as Feliks sat up stretching, Tolys looked over at the clock slowly registering that they did need to get up. 

"When do you have to go back?" Feliks asked, as he got out of bed, shivering at how cold the floor was. 

"Not for a few more days," Feliks nodded but didn't say anything in response as he went to the bathroom to start getting ready. Tolys thought about how there was probably another email from his boss telling him he needed to get back to Vilnius, he kept making up excuses for why he needed to stay in Poland for diplomatic reasons; seeing a movie with your boyfriend can count as a diplomatic reason right? 

Tolys got out of bed, hearing the shower turn on. He stole another one of Feliks' t-shirts, pulling it on, he was starting to get used to the smell of the detergent his boyfriend used, he was considering switching to it just to keep something with him when he had to leave. 

This had become their routine, wake up, Feliks gets ready to go to the capitol building and sit behind a desk for a few hours. Tolys makes breakfast for both of them and gets ready to sit on the couch with his laptop and answer emails questioning his whereabouts. The joke had become if Feliks were to go back to Vilnius with him it would be the same routine just switched. Neither of them would mind it though, and they knew that. It was simple, it was easy, it was... ordinary. It made them feel more human. 

Put on the coffee pot, make eggs–for himself, Feliks doesn't like eggs–. Feliks would have toast, that in fashion he would grab while rushing out because he took too long getting ready, again. He had told him more than once that he needed to not take so long if he wanted more time to eat; Feliks just told Tolys that before he was here all the time he just didn't eat breakfast. 

Tolys turned hearing footsteps, Felikis came into the kitchen, his hair still wrapped in a towel something Tolys never thought he would see as Feliks was very picky about getting completely ready before even leaving the bathroom. 

Feliks stopped, "Well?" 

Tolys raised his eyebrows confused, "Well...?"

"You didn't tell me good morning!" 

Tolys tried not to roll his eyes at his boyfriend, making his way across the kitchen and pecking him on the lips, "Good morning" 

Feliks looked satisfied and sat down at the kitchen table. Tolys wanted to ask what made him so quick about getting ready this morning, but also found he didn't quite care. He hadn't quite cared when he was taking a long time either. His and Feliks' quality time was in the evening, what happened in the morning didn't quite matter as much. 

"So... what are you doing today, kochanie?" He tried not to blush at the nickname Feliks had started using in the past week or so. He found it silly that he still bushed over being called Love like they were teenagers having a summer romance. 

"Oh you know, nothing special." Tolys meant to end it there but his mouth decided to keep going as he finished breakfast, "Those books you took out need to be returned. I have to wash clothes, answer some work emails. I'll probably go to the grocery store, unless you would prefer to eat out or order in, in which well... I probably still will, we'll need food for tomorrow and..." he trailed off, half-expecting Feliks to not be listening anymore. It was boring to listen to. Yet when he turned Feliks was still all ears, 

"And?" 

"And um, I need a new toothbrush, I don't know where mine went" 

Feliks nodded like it was just as important as anything else. Tolys couldn't lie, he thought he was falling in love with Feliks all over again just because of it.

@polietweek2022

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[chimchimmarie]

POV: that one time you sat Jimin down to finally have “the talk” and confess your feelings, but you got nervous and started rambling. 🥲😖😩😫 (oh, he knows..😅)

It has been almost half an hour now since Jimin agreed to sit with you in this room where you, Taehyung and Jungkook have managed to lure him in, and apparently lock you both up until you can (in the words of tae) “figure your shit together.”

Jimin has had this whole cool facade going on as he sits on a chair opposite of you. But it’s slowly crumbling. He’s not going to lie.. he’s seconds from losing his shit.

Well, for starters, being locked up in a tiny room with you is something he only thought could happen in one of his wet dreams.

Jimin has had the biggest crush on you ever since that fan meeting. But you were clearly oblivious for reasons like Min. Freaking. Yoongi. So there’s that.

Jimin remembers it clearly. The day he first met you.. in that darn fan meeting.

You know, The one where Jungkook called dibs on you only to get shut down by him faster than Jin could ever finish his favorite tuna sandwich.

Jimin feels like it was only yesterday.. That damn fan meeting..

The one where you were caught simping on Yoongi the whole time.. and had never even spared him (nor Jungkook) a glance until it was his turn to sign your album.

He could only wish you could have been as excited as he had been to meet you.. but you only had eyes for yoongi.. he still remembers how you just literally kept staring at his hyung for the whole 5 minutes that Jimin had spent with you despite all his efforts to make your first interaction as memorable as he wanted to be. And that made him sad.

Now here you are. Almost a year later.

With eyes only for him.

Jimin still can’t wrap his head around this whole scenario. You’re sitting on the side of the bed, red as a beet and rambling like crazy because you’re clearly nervous.

Were you really nervous because of him? Does he make your heart race? He wishes it were the case, Because you sure make his go crazy.

You’re looking at him like how you once did with Yoongi. He’s not sure when it started happening but he won’t complain.

This is you we’re talking about. The girl of his dreams. The one he would literally give anything to have. If only you weren’t so into Yoongi.. if only he could have his way…

For a minute he lets himself get lost staring at that cute little mole you have under those sweet looking plump lips.. he wonders what they taste like- they must be sweet as honey, he thinks.

You flail your hands for the umpteenth time and your sweet rambling voice brings him back to the moment..

“Jimin.. what i’m tryin to say is.. you know.. uhh.. i just… i think.. you know,it just happened.. and i’m like, what is wrong with me?? So I asked the guys.. and.. you know..Because i was clearly not thinking straight before.. but now i am! Yeah.. i know what i feel.. now I am.. you know.. i’m sure.. don’t get me wrong.. okay??“

Wait a minute.. Is this what he thinks this is?? Are you trying to confess right now?? No way! Are you really??

Oh. My. God.

He’s about to lose his mind.

Jimin is losing his mind! He is.

He was Just about to do something about his feelings for you. He even talked to Namjoon about it the week before over drinks.

But here you are beating him to it. He meant to do it first. But this isn’t a race he tells himself.

He can’t help but let out a smile. God! why are you so cute!? You’re going to be the death of him. He knows it. He mentally slaps himself to focus on more pressing matters.

He doesn’t want to ruin this moment for you.. and for him, too. He decides he’s going to hear you out and not get ahead of himself.

But god damn! You’re being dangerously cute, he doesn’t know if he can hold it in for longer. He’s literally seconds from grabbing your cute little face and pepper it with kisses.

“Alright, okay! Yes.. so What i’m trying to say is… uh, you know.. we’ve been friends for almost a year now and i can’t believe this has happened. but Tae said that things like these are normal among friend groups.. and Jungkook said I shouldn’t let this pass.. because.. because.. uhh.. uhm.. darn it! I forgot what Jungkook said!!!” You ball your hands into fists and look at Jimin with a new found determination.

Jimin moves his hand to touch his nose in an attempt to hide the smirk that escaped him. And you still go on rambling like your life depends on it.

“Ugh!! Anyway.. uhm.. Tae said it’s cool.. and you know, like really really cool… like you know.. normal.. typical.. common.. normal— wait i already said that! No, wait.. what i mean is—”

Jimin knows.

Jimin definitely knows now.

He hopes you could find a way to just let it all out.

Because he can’t wait to accept it and just kiss you already.

“-what i really want to say is.. Jimin, i.. uh… i… “

This is it. Jimin’s eyes go wide in anticipation. He wants you to say it. He wants to hear it from your sweet lips.. that its him you like.. not yoongi.. not anybody else. Just him. And only him.

“Jimin.. i.. i think i..uhm.. ithink-i-likeyou—!!” it came out rushed but the cat is finally out of the bag.

Wide-eyed and seemingly out of oxygen, Jimin struggled to stay alive. Why does it feel like he suddenly forgot how to breathe?

He looks into you. You’re so pretty as ever, maybe even more beautiful in this light with Your blushed faced and Your eyes that went wide the moment you blurted that you like him.

He zeroes in on your pink lips and no words had to be said. He kisses you like he was hungry for your taste.

He takes your lips and devours it like only you can save him.

You kiss him back and he still can’t believe it.

You like him. The girl of his dream likes him back. This can’t be real.

You pull away for air and it brings Jimin back to his senses.

“I’ve liked you since the day i saw you.” He manages to let out in a breathless haze.

“What?..”

“I like you. I’ve liked you since the fanmeet.” he presses in for another kiss.

“What..?! You do?!”

“Yeah. You don’t believe me? Ask Jungkook.” Another kiss.

“What?.. wait.. he knows?!”

“I literally had to fight him off to get noticed by you. And i’ve never stopped since. But you only had eyes for Yoongi hyung.”

“I— I didn’t know. Jimin..”

“It’s okay.. we’re here now.. it’s all that matters.”

He takes your lips and kisses you again.. and again.. and again..

until Jungkook’s voice rumble from outside the door.

“Yahh!! It’s about time! You better believe it noona! I called dibs on you but Jiminie hyung wouldn’t budge!”

“Yah! Shut up Jungkook! You’re ruining the moment!…Hey Y/n!!! I’m talking to you.. you better treat my soulmate well or else i’ll shave your head! You hear me? I mean it!!” Taehyung threatens you and you know he means it.

You smile at Jimin’s kiss and he’s still so out of it, he thought he heard Taehyung’s voice but your lips are more important right now.

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[ultimateaclrecovery]

I ran a half marathon!!!

And I ran it sooooo much faster than I thought would’ve ever been possible. Turns out following a training plan is like weirdly super effective? But y’all this pace is literally faster than I’ve ever ran a 5k. I’m still not really sure what happened. My last training run the week before was 10.5 miles and it literally took me longer? And I was trying to follow the whole your training runs should be a slow comfortable pace and then your race time should be faster but I didn’t think I was actually being successful with that. I had a rough goal of 2.5 hours but based on how my training runs were going I thought there was no way I’d hit that. My last two long runs were at like 12.5 min a mile and even in my shorter 5 mile right before I was at like 11:40, but I didn’t think I’d be able to keep that up for that long.

But a deload week and a really good nights sleep are apparently powerful things. I was practically vibrating with energy at the end of the week. The like stress nervous energy of trying to buy a pony and also a new relationship were not helping either. Although maybe all that anxious energy helped me run fast 😂 I just went at a nice fun pace and I was surprised at how long that pace stayed fun. I had a good happy time through mile 8 were I clearly got way too excited, and then I started to slow down and really feel it towards the end when I remembered how long those last three miles really are. My watch doesn’t light up very well so I can’t see it most of the time, so I had no idea how fast I was going for most of the race. I did glance at it at one point under an over pass just pass mile ten and saw that my current pace was like 9:40 and that it had be 1:45 and I remover thinking that that couldn’t possible be right and that something must have been wrong with it 😅

I guess my competitive nature also must have really kicked in at some points because I was really into passing people. I’m also still kind of shocked by how many people I passed? And how few people passed me. I was a little sad because I passed this one girl at like mile 12 and then she passed me back like a mile later and I really wanted to keep up with her but just could not. That last mile was definitely really hard a major struggle, but the rest of it was actually pretty pleasant. I honestly expected most of the second half to suck really bad so I’m so pleasantly surprised by how fun most of it was. People love to talk about the race atmosphere and I also assumed they just meant like the handful of spectators cheering which were kind of, but what surprised me was how awesome and motivating it was to run with so many other people. And that it was pretty fun to chase them.

The only downside to being so much faster than anticipated was that the boy was going to meet me at the finish line but I finished way, way, way too early for that. I also did not feel super great after the race, and my stomach has been kind of mad me all day. But legs don’t feel too bad (yet.) and me and the boy got brunch which is what one really wants anyway. And the medal is purple which is the clear dream.

I also managed to finish 24/54 for females and 11/21 in my age group so I’m feeling pretty impressed with myself for being top half for my very half marathons.

Juries still out on if I’ll ever do another one. After my last two miserable long training runs I went to the race with a very firm one and done attitude, but then it was actually pretty fun so….. guess we’ll see what fits in with the rest of my sport and fitness goals

#I ran a half marathon! #and I didn’t die #I even had fun #it was pretty ice at the start so not dying is an accomplishment #one poor girl fell right at the beginning and was limping after #race report #half marathon

[crystalwitch222]

~Life Update~

First of all I want to say thank you to everyone that follows my ADHD Soul blog and thank you to everyone that follows my gaming content content I appreciate all the support ❤️

Here’s an update on life..animal job didn’t work out it didn’t help the depressive slump I’ve been in. The way they trained wasn’t great and it’s the fact that there was no actual manager just a bunch of young ppl working there. For learning some things my type of brain half ass training doesn’t work for me I need hands on learning or might need a little extra to learn something but once I learn whatever sometimes I exceed expectations and try to be perfectionist. So losing job was a real let down for me. I sometimes wonder if I should’ve mentioned the ADHD thing but would it really hurt or help me and sometimes I wonder if I should get a letter or something from my doctor that could protect me from being let go or certain treatment at work. So that job ended in March/February. It wasn’t till December I decided to give another job a chance I actually was hired on the spot it was another shoe store I was so excited but everything wasn’t as it seemed I was supposed to be hired as full time and then apparently it turned it I wasn’t. They are weird about taking breaks sometimes like most places I’ve worked you are required to take a 30 min lunch and a 10/ 15 min small break if you work 5 or more hours even working just 4 gets you 10/15 mins. If it’s really busy some managers prefer you to eat while working. Like no sorry sometimes ppl need to sit down like we ac right now either. This company the way things are ran is more competitive and just different from the last shoe store I worked at We got a new store manager just seems colder more old school. It just makes me miss my old shoe store even more…

My old shoe store job had closed during covid. We all never officially everyone never said goodbye to each other and It was at a new location I had been at for about 6 months and didn’t accomplish everything I wanted to/ dealing with mean girl type of drama & as still processing the fact that I lost my original store I started out at I originally didn’t want to relocate and stop being the assistant manager. We lost another store manager ( losing the first one was real hard for me too ) so they thought it was best to move me to a more heavy volume store to be a sales lead manager. I felt like my time was cut short as an ASM and I felt like I wasn’t always taken seriously and their communication sucked at the end and tbh when I look back on it I was younger I could’ve used a little more training with some things but still their communication could’ve been better talking goes both ways. I’ll talk more about it another time.

After the shoe store company closed my little fun nameless part time job became my main job.. I fought through bs to became a supervisor at a new high volume location I knew store manager for a long time worked with him at multiple locations I even once called him my friend. Working there turned into a nightmare toxic work environment bc the assistant manager has it out for me but tbh she ends up having a problem with everyone there was always something wrong.. Then there was other stuff but more of that later.. yes I told my store manager after holidays that I wanted to be done but I was upset I thought he was my friend is that no reason to ever call or text an employee when they took a leave of absence when they get sick with covid ? No one ever reached out to me to see how I was doing so I thought they didn’t want me to come back so I never went back and a few months later my store manager who I thought was my friend blocked me on Snapchat. I’m still trying to live with my decision that I never reached out and still debating if I ever will… I wonder if I was put as fired and not rehire able.. i was great at my job I really loved the job itself just not the location in the end.. then sometimes I do miss my friend… who was my store manager..this was the first ever place to really inspire to be a manager run a place have a business this was the first place I wanted to be a manager at. For months I thought about texting him but I couldn’t do it I don’t know why or how I became this way but it got to a point at work where I stopped texting my manager every time there was a problem it just got tiring.

So it’s been a rocky road with work places every job has its negatives and not every job will have bad management. So all that is kinda what lead to my slump along with at the beginning of it all I had a condition that acting up again but I deal with it the best I can with diet and supplements. It’s called IC/PBS ( interstitial Cystitis / painful bladder syndrome ) on top that I think have OAB 😭

So here am I figuring out what to do next no health insurance might be diabetic

Right after leaving nameless job I got back into gaming started giving streaming a try and start making gaming content I’m still doing it but it can only distract me so much now and bring me so happiness but I’ll keep doing it bc I know there are ppl that enjoy my content and if it brings somebody some sort of joy that that makes me happy too. Who knows maybe one of my videos will blow up someday one of them once got 50k views. At one point I was streaming everyday I’ll possibly get back to that we”ll see. Also trying to get back into writing and blogging more check out my ADHD Soul blogs on Tumblr and Reddit . Also enjoy photography and started wire wrapping crystals thinking about possibly selling some. Check out my Instagram to see @crystalwitch_22 We”ll see. Thanks for reading.

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[zwei-rhunen]

I JUST CLEARED SEPHIROT EXTREME WTF

>be me, it's like 10pm, i'm on BLU, i saw a party in PF earlier doing a spell run, I've never done that before. I've only used PF like twice lol. I wonder if it's still up?

>it's not still up, ah well. but i still see a listing for Sephirot EX that i saw like 30 min ago - a someone requesting help to clear for their friend and there's like 4-5 roles filled already

>well. i like sephirot hard. i dont remember sephirot extreme. i probably cleared it once with @lucia-dartancours a long ass time ago, maybe. sounds like fun tho i'd like to help out. i'll probably remember some of it during the middle of the fight or smth.

>join, be upfront that i'm "not experienced with this one" and i'll drop if needed. im told its all good and we'll figure it out, cool!

>duty begins, and i get.... the cutscene???? huh??????

>oh. suddenly, a shadow of the past echoes in my ear. flashbacks flit across my mind's eye as i recall asking @lucia-dartancours to do sephirot EX with me, but we cannot, bc alas, it is one of the few that is difficult to solo and may require a party.

>ohfuck.jpeg i am about to act very clueless in front of strangers

>"i'M nOt VeRy ExPeRieNcEd-" hi sorry guys, by that i mean it as in i havent seen this AT ALL EVER IN MY LIFE LMFAO OOPS

>sweating.gif

>okay i've seen exactly ONE video and that was when @ was soloing it on WAR, and i probably had just finished HW, and knew fuck-all about trials. except that it was cool and flashy and looked fun and maybe someday i'd do it, when i got past all this dang MSQ.

>welp i guess it's "someday".

>get full party, do fight, our first ever attempt goes REALLY well. we managed to clear the first phase and wiped at maybe the second towers/right after the first towers? something like that.

>i have no idea what i'm doing and ngl i'm surviving off of sheer beginner's luck up until the very end of this first attempt lmao. idk how i managed to survive that long.

>... and i did not manage to recreate that again, up until the tail-end of that two hour time-frame.

>we try again a few more times, then the markers get broken out to divide the group up into 2 parties

>LMAO'ing because me and the other first-timer get the kindergarten shapes... xDDD

> the mentors/experienced people lay out the plan

>i understand half of what theyre saying, but i keep the mantra "green=hug, orange=spread out"

>idk what colors mean when they refer to that but i'll figure it out/i think it's similar to zurvan with the hot/ice debuff mechanic (i later figure out this is exactly what that is)

>tbh, at first that "color" meant the tether color. but now i think you get that tether if you stand close to Sephirot, regardless of your debuff color. And im MNK, so at first i thought i was always orange b/c the tether color is orange, and i was always getting that tether b/c i'm always up close as MNK. but color refers to debuffs, i figured it out.

>not me sounding like a lunatic everytime we get to the debuff phase, muttering "okokokokok, orange is run, orange is run"

we keep wiping in the first phase, but slowly learn and adapt and improvise and overcome our way to the second phase before the duty timer runs out.

lol

>it is 11pm. someone mentions they can stay on until the next duty runout, i'm like same (bc it's 11pm lol). one of the healers switches to SMN for shields, tank offers to do a discord call to do calls, no one takes the offer, so we continue on-wards

>about midway into the second duty attempt, i finally understand what people mean when they say "stack in front of green bubble for the flash to bait the (whatever you call it), and then spread out", bc i started noticing the flash, and at one point i had died early and was able to kinda notice what ppl were doing, plus short snippets from @'s video from 500 years ago are coming back to me and i'm starting to remember this part of the video)

>so i finally stop dying at that part (i always kept getting wiped out by his flash attack bc i kept forgetting that it takes up the entire side of the arena T_T)

>i keep dying at the 2nd phase, when he does the flash and then the first middle knockback fist, and im like how tf does everyone else keep surviving. oh, is it arm's length? and someone replies about positioning and i'm looking at the screen like "okay 1-130, i'll just stare hard at everyone else and follow them" b/c up until that point i was focusing hard about the debuffs and trying to make sure i was in the correct zone lmao

>AT SOME POINT, i dont die + the stars align for everything else + we have just enough people constantly alive and suddenly we survive phase two and we're blowing past the fist slidey part and now we're killing the air add and there's a flurry of pings going off in chat from the tank and now we're in the stack and the fist is going across the floor and THANK GOD the third phase is mostly a repeat of the second phase and LB3 gets hit and we trim off the last few HP on his bar and ITS OVER WE'RE DONE OH MY GOD.

15 minutes left to spare T-T we got out at 12:15am lol but shoutout to the person who stayed up till 1am to see this through

a few things:

> green debuffers are supposed to "pass the tether" to the orange debuffers. i still have no clue how to do that. I thought it'd be like, we run to them. but the green bubbles are always in the way, and i never saw people touch each other. so i have no clue how we pass on the tethers lmao

>tanks also take both towers in the second tower phase. but also, people with orange debuff must take towers? i am still confused on that part. I'll probably watch a video later.

that was really fun!

but also

i think i'm going to stay far the fuck away from PF extremes for a bit lmfao

#screaming #zwei writes #my eyes and feet hurt bc i've been standing the whole time and my left knee hurts bc i've been leaning too much to one side lmao

[flockofdoves]

aughhhhh i got takeout from a restaurant 30 mins away from me that has weird hours (had wanted to eat in but they unexpectedly just had the chef/owner there when i went to make a reservation so got takeout instead) i've been really really excited to go to for so long and i guess i accidentally didnt notice on the phone when she repeated my order and had heard me say an extra thing i didnt order. but even if i didnt mean to order it and it made it more expensive than i planned i didnt say anything about it once we got it because coincidentally it was the meal i almost wanted to order instead!

we were planning on eating outside the restaurant bc she said we could bc it has outdoor seating but it was like 90°F out and after like 10 mins i started to realize i had heat exhaustion from being out in the sun for like 3 hours prior so we drove 25 mins to my friends house to eat only to realize when we got there the fridge was broken. and i thought it was maybe getting back up to temp so after it cooled a bit i put my extra meal in there but when we left like 5 and a half hours later it has hardly cooled in there

and then the next day i moved it for a second in my fridge to get something behind it but then didnt realize i left it on the counter til like 45 minutes later

but the thing is my firsg meal was sooooo tasty and i was so excited about this meal because it even had extra ingredients id been really craving recently that i didnt even think it would have. and i spent so much money on everything and i dont know when ill next be able to fit going to that restaurant into my schedule

so even though i Know as a certified servsafe food manager that that is such a recipe for food poisoning i was like. well. its worth it maybe to risk it to at least try a little bit of it…

so i did for dinner last night i had half of it and it was so fucking incredibly delicious

but then i couldnt go to sleep for 4 hours past when i wanted to because my stomach started to feel weird. and now i just feel so so awful almost 24 hours after eating it lol

i absolutely did this to myself i knew it was highly likely so i cant really complain. the fucked up thing is honestly i still feel it was worth it it just was so fucking good

#cpost #unsanitary - #contamination - #im at least not eating and theowing out the other half of it tho lol #idk why i wrote this so vague but jsyk its like the only west african restaurant within hours of here #and ive really missed all the west african food i used to have in chicago #my first meal was beef asaro with a side of fried plantains #and my second was goat pepper soup

[jaebirde-unused]

So i think i might be autistic and/or ADHD

I've been scrolling through Pinterest rn, one thing led to another, and now i'm looking at posts from various social media sites about what ADHD people deal with that aren't talked about as much and I'm just like...this is literally me? I deal with pretty much all of these things, and I'm starting to think I should get myself tested for both?

Because so far some things I've seen listed are:

the things I say vs the things i mean vs what people hear (ex. what i say: "it would be nice to be able to do something i'm naturally good at" vs what i mean: "it's too draining to do something for 8 hrs a day doing only things that I can't do well and everyone else can do them so much better and not being able to do what can actually DO" vs what they hear: I want everything I do to come easy and to put zero effort into what I do")

getting frustrated that I can't do something the way i want to

getting overstimulated and not knowing what to do with myself

the bliss of wearing noise cancelling (or at least semi-noise cancelling) headphones, but then that overwhelming feeling when you take them off and every fucking noise in existence assaults your ears at once. (also relates to prev point)

finding an interest that either grabs hold of you and NEVER LETS GO or having one that lasts for 1 day to 6 weeks before it's gone forever

it takes forever to fall asleep and i often find myself staying up an extra 3-5 hrs after "going to bed" because my brain won't let me fucking sleep.

CONSTANTLY FORGETTING THINGS (this one is so annoying because it makes me seem like I wasn't paying attention even when i was trying to and i feel so guilty that i forgot the thing that i don't think i fully processed)

people asking me why i didn't ask for help and me not knowing how to explain that my brain is in constant "i don't know what the fuck is happening!" and "i can handle this myself!" and "i'm so stupid why can't i do this on my own?"

grabbing my headphones, finding my favorite playlist, and not pressing play for 2+ hrs OR starting to listen to my music, pausing to read/do something, and not turning it back on for 2+ hrs

my internal clock makes NO SENSE. I'll think it's been 2 hrs but it's only been 3 mins, or i'll think i've been doing something for only 5 mins when it's been 6 hours and i have other shit to do

✨procrastination✨

seriously i cannot for the life of me focus on anything

i'll try and i'll just start drawing or scrolling through my phone even though i know i have things to do but my brain won't. let. me. DO IT.

getting overwhelmed with way to many choices and freaking out

building things that i need to do up in my head and putting it off for a month and then i do it and it's like. half an hour

Can't pay attention to something because there's Too Much Noise™ or because it's too quiet

What do you mean not everyone can hear their lights and refrigerators running?

Forgetting everything. forgetting that assignment, forgetting to make that phone call, forgetting to eat, forgetting to clean, forgetting literally all of your plans for the day

more that i can't think of right now but might add later

...and so forth. But like, I thought I was the only one who dealt with this? But I'm not? And for some reason I'm crying over the fact that I'm not the only one who deals with this? 'Cause this is news to me. I had honestly thought i was just Different™ and that I was weird for having these reactions to things

#jae's thoughts #so #i should probably get tested #huh #this was quite the revelation tonight #adhd #and/or #autism #adhd & autism things #(apparently? #did not know that before now)

[asp1990]

Day 13: Tuesday July 5th, 2022 [REYKJAVIK]

Breakfast: Toast and a coffee Lunch: Vegetarian lasagne with flatbread and hummus Dinner: Cheeseburger and fries

Steps: 13, 477

Woke up at 8:30am and Andrew came to stay as his accom was rubbish. Everyone was ready at 9am as I got out of the shower, so I said I’d meet them there and dried my hair. I was going to walk and miss the first session, but we’d already missed the warmup and the conference open, so I caught a cab ($35 AUD) and beat Andrew, Tim and Amara who had caught the wrong bus. The driver was lovely, and we talked about travel, but it was an expensive trip.

I met up with Zac and we signed up for the first session together. We attended a session about using stimulus and resources to inspire Drama. We had to be crows. We literally acted like crows, became crow families, and then used excerpts of scripts from a play about crows to inform our work. It took me about 15 minutes to get over myself and start embracing the crow-ness. Zac and I were partners and when asked what inspiration we took from the script, we said it sounded like a musical about how crows feel misrepresented and misunderstood, but the Irish woman running the workshop did not seem keen on our idea. We worked with the other 3 groups to devise a 5-minute performance about crows and performed it at the end. It was fun, but not how I was expecting to start my day. We then had an hour lunch break. We were served vegetarian lasagne with flat bread and hummus, which was lovely. We caught up with all of the other Drama Vic people are shared stories about our day.

Next was the Keynote, which we weren’t interested in, so Zac, Amara, Tim and I walked into town to explore and see the main part of town. Tim’s Google maps sent us the wrong way, so we walked for about 40 minutes past a ditch, a highway, and a construction site. Amara got pissed off while Zac and I laughed it off. Tim walked ahead and ignored our complaints. We finally got to Rainbow St, which was beautiful, and took some photos. We visited some souvenir shops and then hired some scooters to head back to the conference. I’ve never hired a scooter before but will be for the rest of this trip! It’s about $10 AUD for 20 minutes and it’s a relaxed, quick way to see the city. We just needed to download an app, scan the QR on the bike and start riding. At the end of the trip, tap end on the app and take a photo of your parked scooter. Too easy!

Upon our return, it was afternoon tea, so we grabbed a coffee and headed to our afternoon session. Zac and I went to a sensory workshop where we were blindfolded, barefoot, and led through a series of smells, sounds, bags of things to touch and things to walk over. After, someone washed our feet (yuck!) and we were told to write down what we felt and thought during the experience. We then had a discussion, and one woman took up a lot of airtime talking about a theatre company who did something similar in another country. Quite rude, but the workshops hosts were very patient.

After that, we had a 2hr break before a “theatre show”, so Zac and I scootered 15 mins back to our apartment, right next door to the theatre, and waited for the others. Everyone else arrived about half an hour later, we had a glass of wine and then headed to the show.

We went to the theatre at 5:45pm. Zac stayed in our apartment to nap and the rest of us went next door. We saw a Spanish school doing a weird show about a woman in a t-shirt factory who didn’t like the mean bosses. They did a cabaret of Disney songs that they’d changed the words to. Not sure if they’d bought the rights or not. The whole show was in Basque, and it was confusing.  The show started with Belle from Beauty & the Beast, but her name was Clara We then had songs from Les Mis, Frozen and an Aladdin Medley. My fav part was the part about inspiration women in history. Cleopatra was backed by a picture of Greek Pilates and Arabian dancer while they sang a song from Aladdin. They then bought out Vietnamese fans  We had a program that had a paragraph synopsis of each scene in English, but it was still very confusing and culturally inappropriate.

We hoofed it at the end of the show, after listening to the director speak about their struggles and came back to our apartment to discuss. We walked down to Solon Bar at 8pm, we spoke about drag terms and what was toot or boot, slay or fierce. Andrew called the conference a ‘soft toot’. The bartender was incredibly rude and we were all ready to write her off until Andrew spoke to her and found out that the conference directors had told her that 200+ conference attendees would be visiting every evening and that was not the case – she’d had about 30 people that night We apologised on behalf of the conference and said we would feed it back to the conference organisers.

We walked home and I taught Andrew how to use the scooters. He was grateful and blown away when I said that I only learned how to used them today, but that shows how easy they are to use! We came inside, had one more wine, sang a few show tunes and then went to bed. Another day of conference tomorrow – yay! :)

[minorhoursmagazine]

Issue 24, containing: Some (Lengthier) Editorial Notes, A Day of Hours, Commonplaces, &c.

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SOME (LENGTHIER) EDITORIAL NOTES

I have come to a realization, which is as follows: I have not been writing this magazine, because with every issue I feel compelled to both maintain the previous issue's style and also, somehow, expand, nautilus-like, into further whimsy. Having done this maintenance, this expansion, I am then confronted with starting the next issue-- and I look down the issue's long dark hall, where every door is one I must open and examine and write out before I can shuffle on to the next. The exit sign will not turn on until every last room has been described in some way that gets closer and closer to the Platonic ideal of parodic microzine excellence, which is rather a lot to expect from basic electrical wiring.

It's unsustainable, as I have come to discover. For me, at any rate. It becomes about catering to an audience, rather than my own wishes-- a magazine "should" be consistent and have multiple parts in amusing order, and therefore it follows that The Minor Hours "should" as well. The impetus becomes something external rather internal; the magazine becomes just very long social media engagement, rather than something written because it amuses me, because it makes me happy to have written it down and saved it for later.

So: I must adjust. I must remember I don't have to be all things, all the time. I don't need to have perfection running right out the gate. I must become comfortable with only pleasing myself, and not some imaginary concept of A Good Microzine. I must find the balance in myself that allows a public entrance to my thoughts but does not require a docent tour and ever-more-elaborate velvet ropes.

And so, to that end: There is still a hallway. But if there are doors, you must find them yourself. Here, have a flashlight. You can follow me if you like, but you needn't feel obliged. One way or the other we'll meet again at the end, the better for having traveled how we wished.

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A DAY OF HOURS

8-9:30 AM

Lounging in bed, checking social media. Not exactly a wise idea. Write a list of to-dos for the day.

10 AM

Partway through 'tidying' parts of to-do list. Text siblings that instead of having a single set mealtime, I was going to cook and feast and drink throughout the day. "Just make it a Very Domestic Holiday."

11 AM

Have accomplished the tidying parts of the to-do list, and now at the "actually prepare a meal" to-dos. Am briefly distracted by cutting the pages for a chapbook, realizing that pages were set in the wrong order but the margins are great, and making some corrections for the next printing.

Turned on a SNL compilation of Thanksgiving skits, because I'm going through a Phase. Have completed step 1 of the cooking/feasting plan: pulled out crackers and soft cheeses (Cypress Grove Truffle Tremor and Drunken Goat Cheese), my copy of THE BEST QUICK BREADS, and another blank notebook (for a cooking list). Set an hourly reminder.

12 PM

Hourly alarm works, huzzah. Tweeted out plan to do hourly, which flies somewhat in the face of my social media displeasure from this morning. Still watching SNL, and am now texting the funny queer-written ones to siblings. Have informed sister of my possession of truffle cheese. She suggests that some year we should just plan for a Thanksgiving of chilling in someone's house and eating cheese. This is my ideal.

One of my brothers has discovered someplace that delivers Thanksgiving meals for one at even this late date. Somewhat envious, but overall pleased with my general plans so far. Half the truffle cheese gone. Still picking a scone recipe, but have made food list in notebook. Contemplating watching THE RING for the first time (good film for the holidays vs best film for the holidays?). Have decided on 5 min max for these updates, so as to maintain momentum and not get caught up in other things. Friend has shared a demo of a vampire-hunting kit in a tool box; I have sent back a link to "Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather." I have good friends and family.

1 PM

Have opened the cherry crostata purchased yesterday and added it to the table along with the cheeses.

A student has wished everyone a happy Thanksgiving on the discord-- I followed up with a request that people put emojis of what's on their menu for today. Briefly thought about offering myself as an honorary auntie, but that's up to them, I think-- they know I'm here if they need me. There's now a discussion of what emojis should be added to the lexicon, as it is missing some key things. Went to go look for movies to put on (I like having something long and sustained, it sets a good working mood, like a ballad you sing until the end), discovered that A DARK SONG is playing on Netflix. [The Editors would like to correct the narrative at this point-- it was discovered, much later, to have been Shudder, not Netflix. We regret the error.] One of my favorite movies-- ritual magic done right for once. Immediately messaged my prof friend to let him know-- we're horror-movie buddies, and I owe him for recommending the Korean horror-comedy THE HOST. I should message my vampire-hunting kit friend too, but I know he's seen it already. Made a list of all things that need to go into the oven, and ordered them by oven temperature rather than time they'd need to be ready. Order will be: scones (400), mini pumpkin pies (425), potatoes (450).

2PM

Have not started anything yet, but that's okay, there's no deadline. Instead comforted a freshman with the good news that they can decide what Thanksgiving means to them. Started A DARK SONG-- still just as good. Prof friend can't find it on his Netflix, [The Editors would like to again sincerely apologize for this error.] so now I'm considering how to sneak it to him while simultaneously mocking his lack of access, because friendship. [The Editors cannot stress enough how much they regret certain choices made as a result of the earlier error.] Spent some time on social media (mistake) and asked people to start a Potato Discourse on twitter (not a mistake, I hope someone does). Notified of a sale on Redbubble, will have to mark it in my work journal, very exciting that I now get to mark that page with something. Crostata very delicious. I may have had too much coffee (with eggnog poured in it), may have to change to one of 100000+ other drinks I have in house. Water? Maybe.

3:25PM

Late on this update, because dough with cold butter cut in waits for no man. I think I'd been avoiding the scones a little-- I've never made them before. But I had my cookbook, given to me by a friend as the best quick bread book out there, and it's never steered me wrong. It suggested putting cinnamon sugar on the scones before sticking in the oven; I put pink and white decorative sugar on top, that my children had picked out ages ago. It reminds me of them. When the scones come out, I'm apparently supposed to eat them fresh-- I'll take out the clotted cream I found yesterday, and the strawberry rhubarb jam a friend of mine made and gave me a couple months back. All these different friends... it's nice to write down all these moments, these remembrances. I asked the students for their non-traditional foods and activities, and some new ones who rarely post answered. It's good. I think I may have to put the cheese away, but, counterargument: what if I don't. I have poured myself some water (yes, more than an hour later), but it's done. Things to be thankful for.

4:30PM

Am now rolling with the time shift. Scones have exited the oven.

Realized after pulling it out that the jam is actually strawberry rhubarb apricot, which is even better.

It's getting dark out, which, while expected, is a little sad. I wonder if I should put up a candle? Why not? I have some beeswax ones, and I keep saving them for a Day, but what day would that be? There are more beeswax candles in the world, and I am thankful that that's the case. I have the means to get more, and for that I'm thankful. And to burn one now would give me pleasure, and that I can recognize that is a thing to be thankful for as well. I'll set one up after this update. I've started another horror film, because why not-- ANYTHING FOR JACKSON, another movie about people doing magic that works (and the problems thereof). Next will be the mini pumpkin pies -- I haven't made them before, but I'm marginally more comfortable with it. But the scones were a success-- all my desserts first, and then the entrees, like a true adult. The soundtrack for HADESTOWN is lingering in the back of my head. A story about seasons, and change, and art versus commerce. All good things to have humming in the back of the mind.

5:30PM

The candle is burning, which is very pleasant.

Time for more cheese. Have slowly started putting together the bits for the mini pumpkin pies, but am being leisurely about it. My friend with the quick bread cookbook has offered pie and movies at their house, which is tempting-- but I'm enjoying my quiet domesticity. It reminds me, strangely, of the things I found comforting and good during lockdown. I became easy with myself, easy in my home. I learned to enjoy the care and keeping of it. This is an extension of that, or maybe an aspect of it. I miss having the time to do this. I spend a lot of introspection trying to figure out what makes me happy and then how to achieve it, but this is a new one. I love my time organizing paperwork, helping students, making things a little better for those who don't have the wherewithal to do it themselves consistently. But I love this solitude, too. It's meditative. It's quiet, inside and out. I wonder how to combine the two.

6:55PM

Note to self: attempts at baking lead to missed alarms. But there are now mini pumpkin pies in the oven, as well as a small loaf tin of the leftover mix. There is a second loaf tin on the counter, which suggests that the recipe I found online was being generous with its portioning ideas. The candle is almost half-burned down. Beeswax burns clean, so the bottle I've placed the candle in is free of wax, but I think I'll have to blow out the candle before it gets much lower. Another half inch, I think. I wonder how long that will last? When the pies are done, I'll make the potatoes -- they're little red ones, and will just need to be cut and put into the oven (with olive oil, salt, pepper, thyme, etc). At some point, I should put away the cheese -- I think that portion of the feasting is over. Maybe, after I finish this entry, I'll cook the premade squash and such I got from the store. There's turkey too, but I might save that for a little longer. I've switched from horror films to SCHITT'S CREEK now; sunshine for scary, comfort for night-- not always the formula, but certainly the one tonight. I think I have to go back to my to-do list soon -- I wonder if I've got something in mind for after the cooking.

8PM

The time to blow out the candle is now, which is an interesting fact about timekeeping with wax candles. I'm a little sad to see it go, though. I thought I might burn another candle, but do I want to? At this point I technically still have the potatoes, but I've also eaten the squash (with spinach, onion, and cranberries) and I'm partway through the turkey (with gravy, though I might doctor it a bit more after this). This is a good time, I think to wander into the living room -- I've been working all day at a table I set up in my kitchen. I've started a load of dishes, and season 3 of SCHITT'S CREEK has just begun -- a perfect time to transfer over to the couch, turn on the TV, and draft business plans for friends. Or, better, draft the editorial I had intended to publish on The Minor Hours, explaining my absence and my new plan. I think maybe only another hour will go into this hourly record. But it was wonderful while it lasted.

9:50PM

And then 9 came and went. I have removed myself to the coach, as promised. The cat is kneading the blanket next to me, eyes half closed and her perpetual hunch even deeper than normal. The hourly ends here. More dishes before bed, more work before dishes; but good work, work that makes me feel happy to have done it. I'm fortunate that most of my work feels like that, but to do it on my own terms, within my own wheelhouse, feels grander. I have brought the crostata out with me. The cat is still kneading. I will make a grocery list for tomorrow. I might have eggnog with my breakfast. There's so much in the world, and I'm so lucky to be in it.

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COMMONPLACES

From Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing:

I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause and smile at no man’s jests, eat when I have stomach and wait for no man’s leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man’s business, laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humor.

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Donna Tartt, from Laurie Grassi's interview "Author Donna Tartt on art, culture and criminality":

In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being  someone else: knowing another person’s soul from the inside.

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From lookninja's daily poetry 1276:

but I think I saw fireflies in Pellston tonight not a lot of them, just a few little sparks in the dark woods lighting my way home and it may not solve anything but you know, it’s nice some things can just be nice even now.

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ANNOUNCEMENTS

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[clementinesjourney]

Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do

A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words: 1,9k

Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)

Warnings: nothing yet :)

Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..

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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.

He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.

-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.

-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.

-Did you get the job?

-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.

-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.

-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?

-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.

-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?

-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..

After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.

You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.

-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.

-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?

-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?

-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.

-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.

- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?

-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).

-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.

-It's okay, i don't really...

-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.

-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.

-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.

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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.

-So thats about it, what do you think?

-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.

-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.

-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.

-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.

Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.

Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.

When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.

-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?

-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.

- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.

- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.

- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.

-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.

When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.

-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).

-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.

You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?

-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.

-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.

-Thank you very much.

Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.

With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.

You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.

After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #recordshopfunk

[renjiokumura]

Love?

Min Yoongi x Plus size reader

Disclaimer: Anything I write is purely fiction.

Tags: Angst, Established Relationship, and cursing.

Summary: Everyone has there limits and Y/N just found Yoongi’s. 

A/N: I write the reader pretty undescriptive. I tend to use female pronouns, so you’ll probably have to specifically ask me for something with male pronouns or gender neutral. But the reader can be any race you are and be related to the characters through adoption or whatever helps you move the story along. I want everyone to feel like they can read my writing.

The lights were flashing, blood was bumping, and the noises were deafening. There was a thin layer of sweat coating your body, and mixed with the hot lights shining upon you, you glowed. With poise, precision, and wild abandon, you hit every dance move and wreaked the stage. You commanded the stage with your wild energy and your fans loved it. You never thought in a million years you would be preforming as a musical artist, let a lone at MAMA as the opening act. But here you were rapping and singing your songs for your fans. Your new style was a diamond in the rough theme, with flashy accents here, grungy tones there, and punk black filling everywhere else. You are probably wondering how you got here, well it all started a little less than a year ago.

It had been two years into your relationship and on your end, it seemed like everything was going wonderfully in it, but you were very wrong.

You were a sweet doting girlfriend. Ever since you were a child you loved to care and help people as much as you could. That was sweet and all, but some people found that overbearing, that’s why you didn’t have too many friends growing up. You got better at reining it in enough to get a friend, but you still had your moments.

“Y/N, you know he’s busy, so give him some space. The boys will be there for him if something happens so calm down.” Your friend sighed, exasperated with you for staring at your phone instead of enjoying each other’s presence at your favorite café.

“I know, I know. But I still get worried and he hasn’t texted back for about a day and the longest he has ever not responded was an hour.” You looked up at you friend with pleading eyes, “He’s been doing this for a while now and I don’t know why.”

F/N abruptly stood up and snatched your phone out of your hand. “I’m doing this for your own good.” You were staring at her in complete shook as she sped walked out of the café.

“WAIT!” you said running after her. When you finally caught up with her you confronted her actions. “Why did you steal my phone and where are we going?” you asked out of breath.

She smirked looking at you, “Somewhere you can relax,” and looked forwards again walking with a purpose.

Back at the BTS dorm there was tension flowing rampantly. Yoongi had turned his phone off yesterday and it has been off since then. He was already irritated from the soon approaching comeback, and it would only get worst if he turned his phone back on.

It was a known fact that Yoongi was a patient, caring, and overall nice person. Don’t get me wrong, he did have a cold aura but underneath that was a very nice man. But everyone had their limits, and Yoongi was getting close to his.

He genuinely loved his girlfriend and was nothing but grateful of her caring and supporting nature, but it was driving him crazy at the moment.

Currently he was stressing over finishing the last track of their new album, when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” he said not caring who it was.

Jimin poked his head in the door cautiously knowing that his hyung was in no mood for any unnecessary distractions. “Hyung,” he called out nervously, “There has been a change in the schedule today and they need us right now at the dance studio.”

The growl that came from the rapper after did not ease the unfortunate messenger of the bad news from his nervousness. Taking a few calming breaths Yoongi respond to Jimin.

“Ok. Tell them I’ll be ready in 10 minutes, okay?” he said tiredly to his dongsaeng.

Jimin gave him a faint smile and nod then left as quietly as he came.

Thinking this would be a good way to let out some tension he got ready to go to the dance studio, unfortunately it was everything but. On the drive to the studio, he was under the impression that they would make slight adjustments to the dance routines. Instead, when the boys arrived at the dance studio they found out that the choreographer changed about half of the whole dance.

And that isn’t even the worst of it. Yoongi was messing up almost all of the new moves, which resulted in them staying longer. It wasn’t until 4 hours later that the new dance was perfected. The boys left the dance studio at about 9:30 PM and they were exhausted, more stressed then before they got there, and starving. On the drive home some of them took a nap and some were too restless to even let their consciousness slip away and obviously Yoongi was one not taking a nap.

As the boys were making their way back, you were finishing up getting food for the guys, knowing they aren’t taking care of themselves because of the comeback. Not to long ago, you and F/N split ways after leaving a cool new karaoke place you had been dying to go to. On the short walk to the dorms, you were bubbling with excitement to see the boys, especially your boyfriend.

You truly did love him. He was your rock and you were his marshmallow. He made you feel so good about yourself when you were down about your weight and you made sure to be there for him when he needed some help. You guys just worked so well together.

The boys got back to the dorms a few minutes before you, and that was enough time for the storm to start and wreak havoc. As the boys left the car slightly dazed and confused, Yoongi left his phone in the car, but Jungkook noticed and got it.

“Yoongi-hyung,” he called as he walked in the house last.

Yoongi turned around wondering what the maknae wanted but froze a little seeing the younger boy turning on his phone.

“Here you know our higher ups don’t like us having our phones off. Be careful.” He playfully scolded with his bunny smile not knowing what he had truly done.

As soon as the phone was in Suga’s hand, it started blowing up with multiple texts, missed calls, and voicemail notifications. And that is when Min Yoongi finally reached his limit. Shouting curses, he threw his phone lucky missing any of the members and or walls in his anger driven actions.

“I’m sick and fucking tired of her bullshit!” he was pacing at this point wanting to break something but trying to channel his anger in to just shouting. All the other boys were a little terrified at the out burst and didn’t know what to do or what it was about.

“Fuck!” he was stopped facing the boys and unaware of the person who snuck in after Jungkook.

“I mean fucking hell! I can’t do anything without her worrying me with her worrying about me for 5 secs. She’s over bearing, overly sensitive, and just plain annoying. She has been blowing up my phone with constant texts and I’m reaching my wits end with Y/N.” He finally finished his anger fueled confession, not knowing that the last person he wanted to hear it heard every word.

You couldn’t believe you ears. During his whole outburst, you were in the kitchen.  You were about to fix him a plate of food from the dinner you had brought him and the boys but were stopped by the loud volume of his voice. You knew you could be a little much and you came to terms with that even tried to fix it but hearing that the love of your life couldn’t even handle you really hurt.

Your body was visibly shaking with all the emotions running through you, but the most overpowering emotion was heartbreak. Silent tears fell from your eyes and they wouldn’t stop coming. Amazingly you were able to quietly make your way out of the house without being notice. As soon as you were out in the cold with only yourself and your thoughts, you cried hysterically and ran all the way home, running like you never have before.

Meanwhile back at the dorm, Taehyung had caught a waft, during Yoongi’s explosion of angry words, of delicious food. When Yoongi had settled down a little, the vocalist went to find out what the source of the smell was and left towards the kitchen. With Tae’s sudden movement, everyone broke from their stunned states noticing the smell of food and were soon following in behind him, even Yoongi.

Upon arriving to the kitchen, the boys found a big feast packed in multiple containers filled with their favorite foods. They all were confused on where it had come from. On closer inspection they noticed a uncomplete plate filled with some of Yoongi’s favorite foods and all came to the same realization.

“Fuck,” the oldest rapper cursed under his breath. Before anyone could make a move, in the silence, a single text notification was heard that made Yoongi’s blood run cold. Slowly grabbing his phone like it would bite him if he touched it. He unlocked it and saw the last text he would get from her for a long time.

My Love: Enjoy the food. I hope you guys have an amazing comeback. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a bother. I promise I won’t anymore.

A/N: I might add more to this but I’m not sure. I just want to get some of my WIPs out there.

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New Days

Rymin Week Day 4: Off the Train

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Contrary to popular belief (his parents), Min-Gi is not a morning person.

He’d trained himself into getting up and going to bed early, first at his parents’ insistence, then as a necessary skill for all the classes he was taking in high school (Gotta make that college application shine!). Yet given the choice, he would happily stay up all night and wake up extremely late.

On the train, all of Min’s obligations and restrictions suddenly vanished. Although his schedule was primarily dictated by not dying, which led him to sleep and wake up at odd hours (and telling time on the train is a complicated task anyways), he started sleeping in later and later. Now that he’s off the train, and most of his days consist of driving, songwriting, and practicing, he’s free to wake up as late as he wishes.

It’s why he finds himself slowly slipping into the world of wakefulness one unassuming Thursday morning. The van is already moving, as per usual - Ryan doesn’t mind the quiet mornings as Min sleeps away. Golden rays of sunlight peak through the van’s windows.

In the driver’s seat, Ryan is spotlighted in one. The sun’s brilliant hues turn his brown hair into shades of tree bark and make his soft skin glow. He’s beautiful.

Ryan is a morning person, in contrast to Min, but he would very much like to be a night person. They’ve spent ages lamenting the fateful injustice. Unlike Min, who used to force himself to go to bed early even if it meant lying awake in the dark for hours, Ryan chooses to just run on little sleep. He’d go out and party and/or perform all night, crash for a few hours, and wake up at his usual time.

He’s been getting better, though. Just like Min, they’ve both been making bounds of progress now that they’re off the train and free from restrictions. Every time Ryan goes to bed at a decent hour, it eases the worry in Min’s heart.

They’re both doing so much better now. Min never thought he’d be grateful for getting spontaneously kidnapped by a magical death train, but he and Ryan are so much happier now than they’d ever thought they’d be.

Ryan glances over, smiling fondly. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

It’s a running joke between them, one that started way back on the train with Kez, but Min’s heart never fails to make a little jump whenever Ryan calls him beauty.

“Morning,” Min replies, stretching. He digs around in a bag at his feet. “Did you move the songbook?”

“Yeah, I was working on it earlier,” Ryan says. He jerks a thumb behind him without taking his eyes off the road. “I left some new lyrics and chords for you to look over.”

Min smiles. “Thanks.” Following Ryan’s directions, he grabs the songbook, a blue pencil, and his coveted mini-synth. Items in hand, he carefully slips into the passenger’s seat and buckles up.

Ryan shoots him a quick grin and turns his music off so Min can write.

For the next few hours, they stay as they are - Ryan keeps them on track to their next gig, while Min tackles the lines Ryan wrote earlier. It was a bit of a learning curve, figuring out how to write songs together, when they first started out. Ryan only knew chords and tablature, while Min only knew notated music from his viola days. Now, though, a couple months into their journey, they’ve worked out a good system. Whoever comes up with lyrics or a melody first (usually lyrics, and usually Ryan) will pen it along with any chords or notes they can think of. The other will look it over, edit it, and add the missing element. It usually makes for a solid first draft.

Min twirls the pencil in his hand. Blue. His favorite color. Ryan usually writes in a red pencil, from a set of colored pencils he stole from his younger brother before leaving. It makes contributions easy to distinguish when writing and editing.

Every so often, while Min looks over Ryan’s ideas, he’ll pull out his mini-synth and tap out a melody. Both of them find it easier to create melodies with an instrument in hand. Min may not play his mini-synth on stage like Ryan plays his guitar, but it still makes him happy to play it regularly. Not as a toy, not as something he has to hide from his boss and his parents, but as a genuine instrument.

As he writes and plays, Ryan listens. He keeps his attention on the road and map, but chimes in every so often with little affirmations and suggestions.

“Is that a D?” Ryan muses. “Under a G?”

Min thumbs the corner of the page. “Yeah, I think it sounds cool. Thoughts?”

Ryan graces him with a patented Ryan Akagi grin, all teeth. “I like it! I’ll look it over when you drive.” Ryan squeezes his fists on the steering wheel. “I’m really glad we’re working together, Min. This is way better than anything I’ve written solo.”

Min ducks his head, cheeks flushing. “Oh- Uh- I like writing with you too,” he replies. “

--

In the afternoon, they pull over and Min takes the wheel. Sometimes at this time they stop for food - they’ve made it their mission to catalogue all the small restaurants across Canada and America on the way to New York for future reference. But today Ryan got a late start on driving because he was songwriting (“Inspiration strikes when it strikes, Min! Who am I to deny my muses?” Never mind that Ryan is uncharacteristically close-lipped about what/who said muses even are), so they eat separately in the car. They step out to stretch for a minute, and Min hands over the songbook and food. Then they’re off again.

Ryan makes a few more edits with his red pencil, but they always collaborate on the second pass. At both of their insistence, they have to wait until one of them isn’t driving to truly discuss it. Min thought he might have to put his foot down on this, but Ryan was insistent - he’s an experienced driver and knows far to well just how dangerous and difficult driving is.

The afternoon passes without much fanfare. Min keeps his eyes on the road while Ryan edits and eventually breaks out his guitar. The highway is long, flat, and unassuming. Few other cars pass them.

It’s for that exact reason Ryan gets an idea that is both brilliant and stupid.

“Min. Min. Minminminminminmi-”

“What.” A feeling of dread washes over Min before the words are even out of Ryan’s mouth.

Ryan grins toothily at him. “I’m gonna stick my head out the window.”

Min chokes on air., surprised. “Wh- Ryan. Why would you want to do that? Didn’t you have enough thrills on the death train?”

“Eh,” Ryan says, shrugging. “I’ve always wanted to do it, but i couldn’t exactly do it while driving when I was touring alone. Besides, my parents would never let me.”

“For good reason,” Min grumbles, but in his gut he knows Ryan’s already won.

Ryan frowns at him. “Look, I’m not stupid. I’ll be careful. I won’t lean so far out of the car that I’ll fall. I’ll come back in if there are more cars or it looks like I might hit something.”

“Or if we start turning,” Min warns.

Ryan’s replying smile is blinding. “Does that mean it’s a yes from you?”

Min rolls his eyes. “Just try not to die. If I show up to the venue with only half the band, the manager won’t be happy with me.”

“Yes!” Ryan punches his fist in the air and dances triumphantly - or, he dances as much as one can while sitting in the seat of a moving van.

Ryan rolls down the window and sticks his head out. He’s crouching on the seat, half-standing, in order to fully fit through the window. His upper body is out of the car. His arms wave and flail, making his jacket sleeves flutter even more violently in the wind.

Min starts to shout a warning, to yell about safety precautions, to give into the panic in his heart and yell get down, but the words die in his throat the minute he lays eyes on Ryan’s face.

Ryan is joyful. Euphoric. Happy. He has always been a smiley person, but times where he is truly, unadulteredly happy are rarer than you’d think. Here, riding half-outside of the van while they drive to their fame and dreams, he seems truly free.

Min smiles. God, he loves that man.

Ryan glances back, the light reflecting off his glasses, and flashes Min an adrenaline-fueled grin and a shaky thumbs up. His ankles wobble a bit. Before Min realizes what he’s doing, he reaches out and grabs Ryan for support.

Ryan’s mouth drops open in a small ‘o’. Min moves to take his hand back, but before he can, Ryan twists and reaches back inside the car to grab Min’s wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

Min freezes.

Ryan is smiling, more bashful and careful now than before. He’s still happy, but… nervous? Anxious? 

Min’s heart flutters. He manages to smile back.

“I got you,” he says, although it comes out as a whisper.

“O-oh,” Ryan whispers. His eyes are wide and soft. “I… thank you, Min.”

Min ducks his head awkwardly. “You’re welcome.”

The rest of the drive is quiet. It’s not awkward, but it’s not as comfortable and natural as it usually would be.

Something has changed.

Min grips the wheel tighter and stares down the road, for a lack of real target. If looks could kill, the road would be up in flames. 

It’s… confusing. He’s not sure why a change in their dynamic is so upsetting and off-putting. He and Ryan have gone through so many changes over the years, and they’ve always been able to come back to themselves in the end.

Besides, it’s not like they had an argument. Or even a misunderstanding. All they did was hold onto each other to keep balance. Why does this feel so monumental?

Min chances a glance away from the road to look at Ryan. He’s curled up in the passenger seat (because Ryan seems incapable of sitting normally when he’s not driving) with his guitar. The songbook, flipped open to their latest draft, is balanced precariously on Ryan’s knee. He’s bent over to read it accurately, which must be difficult, especially in the dim light. But he seems to be managing. He’s humming softly to himself, almost too quiet for Min to catch it. As he’s focused on the road (no matter how much he wants to listen to Ryan’s ethereal yet natural and homey singing) the melody floats in and out of focus. Ryan is also plucking at his guitar, playing mostly individual notes instead of chords. It’s calming and comforting, not to mention beautiful. If Min weren’t driving, he might just fall right asleep. Even though he’s the one playing, Ryan seems drowsy as well, judging by the way he’s leaning against the back of the seat.

As they draw closer to their destination, Ryan seems to consciously shake himself into wakefulness. He sits up and puts the songbook away to focus fully on his guitar. As Min pulls off the highway and navigates the city streets, Ryan tunes his guitar and warms up. 

They run through a couple vocal exercises together, practicing harmonies and lyrics as well as warm-ups. Min is a bit shaky since he’s focused on the road, but he and Ryan know their songs by heart, and the warm-up does the job. He’s still a bit jittery as he pulls into the venue parking lot, but that’s normal. He hasn’t quite shaken his stage fright yet, but as long as he has Ryan at his side, he’s able to perform. More than that, he has fun performing.

Besides, Ryan confided in him a while back, before their first real show. “You’re not the only one with stage fright, Min,” he’d confessed. “Yeah, I love it, and the adrenaline basically cancels out the fear, but it’s still there. You just have to go for it.”

Min had felt comforted enough to perform with that, with the admission that even the seemingly-fearless Ryan Akagi, who’d always seemed more at home on a stage than at his actual home got stage fright. But then Ryan had hesitated, glanced down, and taken Min’s hand. Min’s heart had nearly stuttered to a stop in his chest. He almost missed what Ryan said next.

“Besides, it doesn’t matter if you get stage fright or not,” Ryan had said cheerfully, too cheerfully, although Min barely noticed. “All that really matters is if you enjoy what you’re doing. It’s more admirable to conquer your fear in order to chase your dreams than to not have fear.”

Min had smiled back, shaky but euphoric. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, not unlike how he felt onstage. “That’s very profound.”

Ryan had laughed and squeezed his hand. “Eh, I have a lot of experience. Listen to me, I’m the master!”

The mood subtly shifted with the joke, and suddenly they were laughing and Ryan let go of his hand and they were pushing the synthesizer on stage and it was all a blur from there until the curtain went down and Ryan was squealing and hugging him and picking him up and screaming We did it! You did it!

What a first show.

Min shakes himself back to reality and pulls into the venue parking lot. Ryan jumps out of the van before Min is fully parked, despite Min’s loud protests. He rolls his eyes and lets Ryan run ahead anyway.

While Ryan gets checked in with the manager, Min parks and unloads Barold and the rest of their equipment (which is pretty much just Barold now, since Ryan took his guitar with him in his haste). He heads inside, he and Ryan set up, and then they’re standing onstage behind a lowered curtain, waiting in darkness and silence for their cue.

Suddenly, Ryan turns around and flashes Min a thumbs-up and a bright smile. It’s more jerky and jittery than usual, probably because of the nerves and adrenaline. He seems a little more on edge today, though. 

“We’re gonna do great!” Ryan promises, grinning.

Min smiles back. “We’re gonna do rad,” he replies. The tension between them dissipates, and the curtain goes up. Ryan turns toward the crowd, beaming his particular I’m-on-stage-but-I’m-really-enjoying-myself smile, and greets them. The crowd goes wild.

Energy floods Min’s body, and he grins back at the crowd. Ryan counts them off, and they burst into their opening number with the power and passion it requires. The crowd screams, but Min can barely hear them over the music and Ryan’s voice.

He’s living. Far more than he ever was before.

They both are.

--

After the show is a blur of chatting with audience members, grabbing something to eat, and scheduling another show. By the time they head to the hotel, Min’s exhausted. But he dutifully puts all the equipment in their hotel room and locks up the van before he collapses into bed.

Ryan is already in their room when Min comes in. He’s sitting on the bed, facing away from the door, with his hands on his lap. Most striking is the absence of his guitar. Ryan may have been playing all day, but it’s rare for him to be without his instrument and yet so still like this.

Ryan, to his core, is always moving. Even when he’s not physically moving, he’s always singing, humming, thinking. Yet now, he sits in absolute stillness.

“Ryan?” Min whispers. His voice is quieter than he intended, but Ryan jumps at it all the same.

When he turns, he’s smiling disarmingly, but it’s too wide and shaky to be natural. Ryan may have convinced someone else with that expression, but Min knows him too well to be fooled.

Min strides into the room with three short steps, locking the door behind him. He stops in front of Ryan, so close their knees are almost brushing. Ryan blushes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I- Nothing.” Ryan won’t meet his gaze.

Min scowls. “Come on, Ryan. Aren’t we past this? Didn’t the train teach us not to do all this not-talking crap?”

Ryan flinches. “I- Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m just… thinking.”

“About what?” Min finally moves, stepping around Ryan to sit on the bed beside him. He takes care to keep his voice soft and gentle. He doesn’t want to scare Ryan again. Whatever’s going on seems to have him skittish all of a sudden.

Ryan bites his lip. “Min, I… you know I care about you, right?”

Min blinks, surprised. “Of course I do.” Hesitantly, he reaches out to take Ryan’s hand, running his thumb over Ryan’s knuckles. “I care about you too.”

Ryan blushes. His cheeks are nearly scarlet right now. Min’s a bit too tired to unpack that all on his own right now, but he knows it means something. It spurs him on, gives him a burst of courage and energy in the adrenaline crash phase after a show. “I’m glad we’re-” He’s about to say friends, but the word dies on his lips. Suddenly, it feels all wrong, but he can’t put his finger on why.

Slowly, Ryan turns to face him. His eyes are wide and anxious, his lips slightly parted, but there’s a set determination in him that shows in his face. He reaches out to take Min’s other hand, and… leans in closer.

Min finds himself leaning in simultaneously. Soon they’re close enough Min can feel Ryan’s breath on his lips. It’s hot in more ways than one.

Oh. Oh.

So that’s why today, Ryan’s hand on his wrist, the trusting and yet shocked expression of his, felt so weird and so right at the same time.

Their eyes meet. A silent exchange passes between them.

Do you want to do this?

Yes. Do you?

Yes.

If asked after, Min couldn’t say if he initiated it or if Ryan did.

All he knows is the gap between them is now nonexistent, and Ryan’s lips are on his, and suddenly it’s everything he’s ever wanted.

The kiss is slow. Hesitant. Exploring new territory, figuring out boundaries. But it’s not awkward.

No, they are Ryan and Min, Min and Ryan, Chicken Choice Judy, and they have come much too far to be awkward. They’ve been building towards this moment since they first met, even if they didn’t know it.

It feels like a found puzzle piece of himself Min didn’t even realize he was missing. Now, he is complete. Now, they are complete.

Now, they are both truly living their lives to the fullest.

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this fic is just: *headcanon* *headcanon* *headcanon* *hea-

oh man i almost didn't finish this one in time. it's still the 12th here, though (by a couple hours!), so i'm good! it's hard to write a full one-shot every day, but i've already come farther than i thought i would! i told myself i would finish this today, and i did! i also told myself i would finish the week and my remaining prompts, and i will. :)

title is from new days by dreamcatcher. that's the second time i've used it as a title but the last one was for a zine fic so i can get away with using it here, lol. i really love that song, so that's why. the lyrics translation are absolutely nothing like this, but for some reason it gives off road trip vibes (at least to me), so it works really well for this particular piece!

okay confession time: i think this is the first kiss scene i've ever written lol. i was writing it and i was like "hey wait a minute i have no clue what i'm doing have i done this before??? i don't think so???" it didn't help that i didn't intend to write a kiss scene, but i got to the place where i'd intended to end it and it felt like the natural progression. i'm gonna go research good kiss writing after this. i would've done it while i was writing, but i didn't want to post this any later than i had to

i have a bunch of infinity train snippets and wips i wrote right after book 4 aired and my interest in the show peaked, and i really thought i had something that would fit well for off the train but i guess i didn't?? maybe i just daydreamed it and never actually penned it skfhksl. so i was kind of flying by the seat of my pants for this one. i think it's my favorite of rymin week so far though! it was also the most fun to write. i really love introspective pieces. ryan and min off the train, after their relationship is repaired, when they're in a much better place and truly happy with each other, is also my favorite time in their lives to explore. they're so much happier and healthier, and they can truly start to explore themselves and realize their dreams.

if you have a piano or something on hand you should play the d and g notes together. they sound heavenly. in choir two years ago we had that chord and i have never forgotten it because i love it so much.

if you ever wanna talk infinity train, writing, these amazing characters, or really anything hmu here on my tumblr or twitter! thank you for reading, and please leave a reblog/like/comment if you enjoyed it!

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