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wanderingstethoscope · 1 year

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First Day Jitters 😬

“I’m going to bed, goodnight!”

“It’s 8:30pm. Are you crazy?”

There I was; laying in bed, with my eyes wide open, my mind racing with thoughts of all kinds.

“What if I mess up tomorrow?”

“What if I say something stupid and make a fool of myself?”

“What if I get lost?”

“What’s the dose rate of Amoxicillin again?”

First day nerves. We have all experienced it. They told me to clock in at 8:30am in the morning. That means I would need to catch the 7:15am bus, ride to my train stop, hop on the train, ride to my station, hop onto Bus 48, and crawl along morning traffic all the way to my clinic.

I would say I’m more of a morning person in general; but when it comes to priorities, I find some extra time in the morning can be beneficial. Like many of us, I do suffer from generalised anxiety.

Anything could go wrong! What if traffic was extra bad that morning? What could be worse than being late on your first day of work? Not just any kind of work; I’m now a veterinary professional. There was no way I was going to give myself a chance to be late that morning. Or any morning, for that matter.

I got up in the ungodly hour of 5:00am. Okay, honestly, I had my alarm set for 6:00am, but nerves and excitement got in the way. I got dressed, grabbed my bag and out the door I went. With an already-accelerating heart rate.

As some of you might have already guessed, I arrived on time. “On-time” as in 8:00am. You see, my definition of being on time is at least 15-30 mins before the set time period. If you arrive on the dot, that’s late. If you arrive about 5 mins past the set time, might as well not show up. This isn’t for everyone, so please don’t attack me!

I will admit I did felt kind of stupid because no one else was there at 8:00am. 30 mins to spare. I should have my breakfast. Luckily I packed a taro-flavoured bun from the bakery I visited the day before. I sat on the steps leading to a mall adjacent to my workplace, and stuffed down my breakfast. It was really good, but because my brain was filled with hay-wired thoughts, I couldn’t enjoy it properly.

And so it began, the initial introductions, the tour around the clinic. As expected, I already forgot everyone’s names within the first 10 mins. I lost count of the number of times I had to ask; “I’m sorry, what was your name again?” throughout the day! Embarrassing, Dr.Teh.

Everybody was so lovely, and I immediately felt a family born forming. That’s how I knew that we could click as a team, as all conversations that we shared just came naturally. I would say that I was very lucky to find a vet family that I could get along so well on the first day of my first job as a newly graduated veterinarian. The vibe we shared was amazing.

The day was jammed packed with different cases and consults, and it got so busy that I forgot about time passing. Vomiting dogs, coughing puppies, cats with diarrhoea. You name it. It’s so amazing how much you could learn just in a single day. I palpated my very first hernia case (I know, hernias are generally pretty common, so I guess I was unlucky in vet school). Before I knew it, it was time for my evening shift, which went by just as quickly as the morning and afternoon.

The feeling as a newly graduated veterinarian is way different from when I was a student. Yes, I will still be shadowing a more experienced vet for the first week like how I always had in vet school. But minus the worry of having to study for exams, or having somebody watching over you like a hawk. I had set lunch breaks, which was such a blessing. In vet school, I sometimes had to go a whole day without having a single bite of food, only to end up with rather shaky hands during surgery.

It’s hard to put in words how excited I am to begin my new life as a veterinarian. What I can guarantee is that every new day is NEVER going to be the same, and just that in itself gives me such an adrenaline rush! I’m always learning, and I’ll never stop learning. Life is complex but beautiful, and it’s up to us to bring out the curiosity within us, and learn. There’s so much to look forward to.

p.s. Found this poor bird with an injured wing. Brought the poor thing back home, and learned how to bandage a bird’s wing. Took me a couple of tries as she was struggling, but we got there eventually! I used a figure-of-8 wing wrap and a body wrap, taking care not to obstruct its breathing.

#student #vetschool #study #life #medical #medicalschool #medschool #studentblog #vet #animals #student blog #cute animals #motivationalquotes #motivation

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unproduciblesmackdown · 4 years

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i am at it

#[posts 23 miles of furiosa gifs at 5:15am] and now in a typical masterclass of characteristic restraint: i'll actually save More for Later #nice place to leave off on a group of 10 gifs here. teamwork maketh the dream work #the theme i'm putting forth truly is deliberately All Furiosa All Day but i also so extra cherish shots re: the wives #but i'd likewise give that its own Themed Posts....for now my agenda is just throwing more furiosa shots out there for myself & for us all #that last gifset was ''longer Moments i didnt find/rb preexisting gifs of''#here we're getting 2 sec moments where i can & do make the canvas(?) dimensions larger...resolution...display size...w/e it is lol #540px wide baby...fun fact Absolutely i had a want-to-be style furiosa dream; woke up fell back asleep; dreamt some bs abt a lighthouse smh #not in a particularly symbolic or fun way either. again: smh #my original intent for gif 7 was to catch the 2 sec window starting like 0.3 sec sooner but that didn't quite work out #so we have the slight compromise of only catching the latter knee-to-head but i think it's a 2 Sec Window Gif we deserve #murmuring ''rights'' as i point a gun at the [loading] dots while uploading each of these #well it was closer to 5:15am when i started these tags but is 5:30am down here. speaking of tags. tags time #mmfr #mad max fury road #fury road #imperator furiosa #furiosa #and friends!!#evr b like ''despite posting 2 humor myself i'll have a Solemn Caption'' & 4hrs later ur looking at a sohrab sepehri poem like who'm i kidng #i couldve used a Film Quote ''we're heading east'' or smthing. i suppose i can change it whenevs just dont put 9938k notes on overnite lol..#i Am at it....#*thoughtfully in a cool way* im always at it.....

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sonicenvy · 3 years

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adhd gothic

you want to do something. you try to start it. something is preventing you from doing the thing. you do not know what the precondition is that your brain wants you to complete before you do the thing. you tell yourself that you need to do the thing. you want to do the thing. you do not do the thing. the whole day passes and you have done nothing. you are filled with dread and despair. you promise yourself that you will do the thing tomorrow.

you scheduled 1 meeting for the day at 3pm. you do not do anything else the whole day. the meeting is 1 hour long. you are 10 minutes late to the meeting. you lie about why.

your brain thinking about things is playing the Wikipedia game. you get from chaucer to the haymarket affair. you cannot explain the connection. but it is there, and it makes sense to you. the person you are talking to is completely baffled. you wish they could see your thoughts, because you have no words for them. the connection is vibrant in your head.

your brain connects the dots ... and you are impatient waiting for everyone else to connect them. you put words in their mouth. they are angry because you did not speak in turn. they have still not connected the dots. you are a ball of impatient energy. you bounce your leg. when will they connect the dots?

you have a Leaving Your House Mental Checklist™. your keys are the first thing on the list. you use your keys to lock the door, and you head out for your day. the keys are not in your hand. the keys are not in your pocket. they are not in your purse. where are the keys? you forget about the keys again. you come home and the keys are still in the door, in the lock, where you left them.

your kitchen scissors have a questionable relationship with existence in your head. you put them away. you’re certain of this. why aren’t they in the utensils drawer? the kitchen scissors are missing. you cannot find them. someone tells you to “just try and remember where the last place you saw them was”. you cannot remember. all you remember is that you owned scissors. you buy new scissors. months pass. your new scissors also vanish. you find both pairs of scissors in the back of your fridge.

you start your laundry. you are going to do laundry today. the hamper is sitting in front of the laundry machine. you forget the laundry in the laundry machine. it is wet and forgotten. you remember the next day when you cannot find your favorite shirt. your re-launder everything because it smells bad. you pinky swear to yourself that you will remember to switch the laundry. you remember but it does not give you satisfaction. you do not feel successful. all you feel relieved that you have not forgotten it. you forget it in the dryer and the laundry wrinkles.

you start many things. you finish none of them. they are all 95.95% done. the things scream at you from every corner of your house. you start something new instead. you abandon your new project when you have finished the most interesting part of it. you start another new project. your incomplete projects and abandoned hobbies scream at you. you feel guilty and pretend not to hear. you start a new project.

the deadline is coming but you do not know when it is until it has almost passed. you have 25 minutes. you do not understand 25 minutes. this seems like a reasonable time frame for your 5 page essay. you turn the essay in at 12:15AM it was due at midnight.

on monday you can perform 10 tasks at once. on tuesday you try to do two things at once and both of them are ruined. you do nothing and cry instead. why can’t you do well every day? your boss will hate you and fire you. when your coworker asks for an update on your project you lie and tell them that you are almost done. you are trapped in a house of lies that is about to fall down on you. the deadline approaches and you have not done anything. you wish you could get your brain into task mode™, but nothing you try to induce it works. the project is now overdue. you do not want to complete the project out of unending shame.

something happened in the last 5 minutes. you certainly have no idea what the f*ck happened. you have 5 minute amnesia. it happens frequently. you have gotten good at pretending like you do not have 5 minute amnesia.

your brain is full of thoughts. your brain is overflowing with thoughts. you vomit out words to everyone with no filter. they do not make sense to anyone who is listening to them. no one listens to what you have to say. you keep talking. f a s t e r and faster and f a s t e r. how are you not out of breath? your brain is still full of thoughts.

you want people to like you. you want people to like you so much. you think everyone hates you. you say the wrong thing and you want to crawl into a hole and die. “are you ok?” someone asks. you nod and smile, but you are actually sobbing inside your head. you think you are a horrible lying person. you want people to like you.

you have a paper to write. you should write the paper. you cannot start writing the paper. your professor asks you for an update on the paper. you lie and make up an entire paper’s worth of words on the spot. you think you would like to write these thoughts down. when you get out your pen and paper do so, you forget all of them. you feel like a fraud. your professor asks you how the paper is going. you inform them that you have changed your topic. you have only changed your topic because you cannot remember what you talked to them about before and you are too afraid to ask. everyone in your life thinks you are writing the paper. you have not written any of the paper. guilt claws at you, but you still have not started the paper. the deadline approaches. you finally write the paper in the last 45 mins of time allotted for it. it is on an completely new topic. you pray the professor does not notice.

you are interested in an esoteric topic. you are very interested in an esoteric topic. you spent the last 15 hours reading about said topic on the internet. you have placed holds on 5 books about the topic. You downloaded 10 articles about it from jstor. someone offhandedly mentions the topic in a conversation you are not a part of. you appear into the conversation to tell everyone about the topic. they are not amused. you recite the dictionary definitions of the jargon. everyone stares at you blankly but you do not notice. the topic is the only thing happening in your brain. you think that everyone should be just as excited about it as you are. they are not.

you are finally doing the thing that you are supposed to do. you are doing it to the exclusion of everything else. you do not eat for 12 hours. you feel nothing. the task is all that you see. at least, you think, i am being productive.

the task selecting insect that bites you today picks sharpening pencils as your obsession. you sharpen pencils for 12 hours, searching desperately throughout your whole house for more pencils to sharpen. if you are not sharpening pencils you feel empty. why do you want to sharpen pencils? you should be reading the readings for your class tomorrow. you sharpen another pencil.

you buy a new shirt. you cannot stop being aware of the tag in the shirt. it is an all consuming bad sensation. you are deeply aware of the tag. you want to scream. you want to remove the shirt. when you get home you claw the shirt off and cut the tag out of the shirt.

your house is messy. why can’t you clean your house? your house is extremely messy. the idea of starting to clean your house is terrifying. damn bitch you live like this? you finally clean your house. it take 11 hours. you promise yourself that you will clean more regularly. your house is a chaotic mess two days later. you cannot seem to organize your house.

you have things you need to do, and you know what they are. you cannot forget what they are. somehow you momentarily forget what they are at the time you are supposed to do them. you remember later, drowning in guilt because you did not do them. someone tells you to get a planner. you write down all of the tasks you need to do 15 times. you remember none of them and the planner disappears.

you want to collect data about your habits. you do it for one week. you forget about it. you remember suddenly 2wks later. you do it for one week. doing a task that you are the sole taskmaster for is an uphill battle at best.you know the person who set this goal and you know they're full of shit. you know incentives don't work. either happens or it doesn't. you feel like some kind of god or spirit is messing with you. why can’t you keep a consistent commitment.

“you’re so smart” someone says. “I bet you are part of the top of the class”. you are failing the class. you are failing all of your classes. you have a bad performance review at work because you cannot seem to consistently do the work you need to do. you are great at the work and at school when your brain has a good day. you are phenomenal at it. everything makes sense. you can only seem to be good at things on a random tuesday of the month. you can’t decide if you are dumb or lazy. everyone thinks you are smart and good at school and work. you do not want to prove them wrong. you lie about what you have and haven’t done. it is a web of lies. you are falling apart but you cannot admit this to anyone. you are failing the class. you laugh uncomfortably and pretend to agree with the person who thinks you are in the top of the class. you hope they will never find out what a fraud you are.

someone is talking to you. their mouth is moving. they are saying things. you cannot hear or understand them. you nod and hum pretending that you understand what is going on. why isn’t there closed captioning for real life? someone asks you a question. you do not understand. their mouth moves but you cannot understand what they are saying.

you would like to watch a youtube video. you start to watch the video. you can’t seem to watch it all the way through. you keep skipping around, hoping to get to the part that will catch your brain best. you want to watch the whole video. you can’t focus on the video to watch it all. you skip around in the video. it takes you 35 minutes to watch a 10 minute video. why can’t you just watch the video straight through?

you never feel successful when you finish a task. all you feel is swooping relief. the weight of guilt and stress, and self hatred related to the task is gone because the task is over.

you have 10 spoons for the day. you spend 3 of them preparing to do a task. the task costs 10 spoons. you do not complete the task. why are you such a failure? the task is a 15 minute task. how does it take you so long to do the task? you are angry at yourself. you promise yourself that you will finish the task tomorrow. you do not finish the task tomorrow. you feel sick with guilt and shame. you pretend you never started the task and imagine a world in which it does not exist.

you cannot fall asleep. you are tired. you cannot fall asleep. you mind is loud and cluttered. you cannot fall asleep. you are tired but your body wants to move. you write a whole novel in your head. it takes you 2 hours to fall asleep. you do not remember any of the novel in the morning.

#actuallyadhd #adhd humor #little adhd things #adhd gothic #adhd #many of these are based directly on experiences in my life #if you do not have adhd but you see yourself DEEPLY in this post .... you should probably see if there is something going on #long post for ts #tell me im funny #maybe this was funnier in my head lmaoooo #text

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yoon-kooks · 5 years

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Witch Hazel- Pt.3

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 2.7k

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: i made an unintentional dragon ball z reference at the end of the previous chapter, and now this chapter is loaded with anime references LMAO dont worry if you arent familiar with dbz or sailor moon though!💖

As you approach the entrance to the mall, you have but one wish: Taehyung better show up before Jungkook. Not because you prefer Taehyung, but because you’re terrible at handling small talk and conversation—especially with a timid introvert like Jungkook. You’d rather leave it up to talkative Taehyung to prevent any awkward silences.

Unfortunately for you, however, your wish is not granted. Instead, you spot a bespectacled boy in a bucket hat and white shirt (not a hoodie for once!) sitting on a bench and taking pictures on his phone right outside of the mall. He doesn’t seem to notice you until he looks up from his phone and you’re standing right there with a tiny wave hello. Flustered, he adjusts his glasses and waves back, but that’s the extent of your greetings to one another.

So for the longest thirteen minutes of your life, a huge gap of nothingness sits between you and Jungkook on a wooden bench outside of the mall, waiting for Taehyung to show up. The boy resumes taking photos of the blue sky and the mall itself. You don’t get what’s so photo-worthy about an ordinary sky and the generic architecture of the mall. But then again, this is a boy who also probably has 256GB of storage space dedicated to pictures of his favorite idol (one of which is his lockscreen)—and you certainly don’t understand the appeal of Snow. Therefore, you do not bother asking the boy about his reasons for wasting storage space on certain photos. You wouldn’t understand anyway.

And since Jungkook is too busy using his phone for photos at one end of the bench, you decide to use your phone to text the missing boy from the opposite end of the bench.

10:13AM Y/N “Taehyung, it’s past 10. Where are you??”

10:14AM Taehyung “On my way baby. And don’t worry, I promise I’ll make it worth the wait 😉”

As both a desired and disliked idol, you’ve been called a lot of things: beauty, bitch, babe, ice queen, slut, witch. And you’ve put up with it because you feel like, to some degree, you brought it upon yourself. But you’re wondering what you did to deserve a “baby” from Taehyung. Because the last thing you want is for someone who’s kind-of-not-really your friend to make any sort of romantic advances on you when they know nothing about you.

10:15AM Y/N “Who are you calling baby.”

10:16AM Taehyung “?”

10:17AM Taehyung “But you were fine with it the other night 🍆💦”

10:18AM Jungkook “monkaS”

10:19AM Taehyung “Wait”

10:19AM Y/N “What’s a monkas”

10:20AM Taehyung “Oops wrong chat LOL”

10:21AM Taehyung “Anyway I already told you guys yesterday that I wasn’t coming to the group project thing. I’m busy.”

He sends a screenshot of the group chat where he very clearly had said he wasn’t free. You must’ve missed that text somehow—a fatal mistake on your end because now you’re alone at the mall with Jungkook and it’s damn near impossible to talk to that kid when you can’t even relate to him. At least Taehyung could’ve broken the ice, but of course he’s too busy getting laid.

10:22AM Y/N “Can’t you fuck around later?”

10:23AM Jungkook “poggers”

10:24AM Y/N “What’s a poggers”

10:24AM Taehyung “Sorry I need at least 2 business days to cancel or change an appointment. I’m a man of my word, not a monster ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

10:25AM Taehyung “But have fun on your date without me~”

10:26AM Jungkook “it’s not a date”

10:26AM Y/N “It’s not a date.”

At least you and Jungkook can both agree that it isn’t a date. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re stuck hanging out with him for a few hours to “get to know each other” for your stupid art project. How are you even supposed to get to know the boy when there’s nothing to talk about?

“What’s a monkas and poggers?” you ask, because your antisocial mind can’t think of anything else to say once the spam of text messages ends.

“Oh that…” Jungkook looks back down at his phone, scrolling through the text conversation to track down his cryptic messages. “It just means like oh my god and stuff.”

“In what language?” you attempt to keep the small talk going. But from the look of Jungkook’s shifty eyes, it seems you’ve probed too far.

“Gaming... language…”

“Oh.” As far as you can tell by his brief responses, the boy would rather not elaborate further. So you let the conversation die.

Instead, the two of you begin wandering around the mall, hoping it’ll spark any sort of conversation. Of course it doesn’t.

At least not initially.

For exactly 16 minutes (you would know because you’d been checking your phone every other minute as if time would pass any faster that way), you and Jungkook aimlessly walk around the mall without saying a word. And it isn’t until a new shop fills Jungkook’s eyes with sparkles that you spot an opportunity to make something happen.

The shop window is decorated with the cutest recognizable characters: Pikachu, Totoro, Naruto, Sailor Moon, and all their friends. The boy appears to have his eye on the green dragon summoned from seven Dragon Balls. He doesn’t say anything, but it’s obvious he’s interested.

Knowing him, he’d say no if you asked him if he wanted to go inside, in fear of being a burden and wasting your time. So you find a loop hole.

“Let’s go in here,” you say. He nods, obediently following you in but keeping a safe distance. While he’d say no to his own desires, he has a hard time saying no to what everyone else wants. Sounds familiar.

The first thing you see when you walk in is the magic girl section. As someone who grew up admiring Sailor Moon, you would’ve liked to have scouted out that section for nostalgic purposes. The only thing stopping you is the hoard of weebs in that corner. Jungkook, on the other hand, goes right in.

As he joins the frenzy over waifus and body pillows, you shake your head and make a U-turn towards the section with ninjas, pirates, dragon slayers, and Saiyans. The seven plastic Dragon Balls call out to you, just as they had to Jungkook before he got distracted by pink-haired heroines. If you could have one wish granted with the magic of the Dragon Balls, what would you even wish for? There’s not much that you want, except for maybe a life you don’t feel ashamed of. But not even magic would be able to help you with that.

Sighing, you pick up a display model of one of the Dragon Ball fighters and replace his natural black hair with spiky blonde hair to transform him into a Super Saiyan, an almighty hero to protect the world.

“What exactly is the science behind turning blonde when they unleash their Super Saiyan strength?” you mumble to yourself… and the quiet boy next to you. He has a tiny shopping bag with him, so at least you know he didn’t splurge on a body pillow.

“From an artist’s perspective, it makes it easier for people to distinguish between different power levels. Especially in the comics where it’s black and white, so…” Jungkook’s rambling fades out when he realizes you might not be interested in his weeby-artist mind.

“That makes sense,” you say, still fumbling around with the Super Saiyan’s spiky blonde hair. You’d thought maybe it meant something more significant. As if changing one’s appearance could make them stronger by hiding who they really are. “But I suppose not all plot details need to be that deep.”

He nods and picks up another Dragon Ball character, the bald kid with six dots on his head, and wiggles it in your direction. “Is this the kind of anime you’re into?”

You can’t help but sneer at the random but mysterious six dots on the bald head. “This and Sailor Moon.”

Jungkook’s magic girl radar goes off when you mention Sailor Moon. “Oh, so like heroes and stuff?”

“I guess,” you answer, though you’ve never really thought about it that way. It’s not like you intentionally sought out for anything involving superheroes, but it’s something you’d always been naturally drawn to. “Though it seems a bit childish to say it out loud, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sure everyone has wished to be a hero at some point in their life,” the boy says, glancing back at the seven Dragon Balls. “After all, heroes give us something to admire and believe in.”

“Exactly.” You set the Super Saiyan back down on the shelf and stare at the glammed-up Sailor Moon beauties from afar. For just a split second, you’re reminded of your fateful decision to become Snow. “Kind of like idols, right?”

Jungkook flinches, clutching onto his shopping bag as if you’re lowkey judging him for being obsessed with not only pretty idols, but also pretty magic girls. You weren’t planning on bringing up the topic of idols because it can be quite toxic for yourself, but it somehow slipped out of your mouth in the presence of the biggest Snow fanboy. Oops.

“Yeah, kinda…” He lets out a half-laugh, but it sounds forced, only to fill another round of awkward silence as you both exit the anime shop. Great, you’ve brought up another touchy subject and now the boy’s back on lockdown. And just when the two of you were starting to get on the same page.

“I mean… I used to look up to the Sailor Moon characters… because they were my idols… my heroes…” you stumble over your words in an attempt to salvage any momentum you had built up with Jungkook. Surely this is something the weeb can relate to and not feel bad about now that you’ve exposed a bit of your dark past.

“Really?” He tilts his head and eases his grip on the shopping bag. “Who’s your bias—I mean favorite—of the Sailor Scouts?”

You assume he’s asking because your favorite can say a lot about you. Do you prefer crybabies like Sailor Moon, smarties like Mercury, hotheads like Mars, muscles like Jupiter, or perhaps the one who fantasizes over becoming an idol? “Sailor Venus.”

Before responding, Jungkook shuffles through his shopping bag and pulls out a tiny keychain of Sailor Venus with her pretty long hair and orange sailor suit. “Me too.”

You wonder what that says about Jeon Jungkook.

By the time lunch comes around, long silences still follow into the food court but somehow you feel less pressure to fill in the gaps. You’re simply okay with being in the boy’s company. Something about it is almost as refreshing as the iced tea you’re sipping on.

As you down your drink, you stare intently at the tall stack of pancakes across from you. The boy’s plate of fluffy delicacies has to be quadruple the size of your tiny salad bowl that you ordered out of habit.

“Um… do you want some?” Jungkook points to his pancakes, but his eyes are glued to your lips—probably because of the drool and not because you share the same pout as Snow.

“No thanks, I’m trying to eat healthier, and I already splurged on pancakes the other day,” you sigh. Even though you've taken a step back from idol life, you feel the need to maintain your image and health for the sake of fans who may worry about you. It’s in your blood, and sometimes you hate yourself for it. “But honestly, you’re really tempting me, you know.”

“Here.” Before you can refuse, Jungkook plops one of his pancakes onto the rim of your salad bowl. “It kinda defeats the purpose of dieting if it makes you unhappy, right? But that’s why cheat days exist~”

“That’s true.” You take a single bite of your pancake, savoring its subtle sweetness. You can’t remember the last time you found pure bliss in something as simple as pancakes without worry. “Thanks, Jung-”

You’re cut off by the fact that the boy’s stack of pancakes vanished, only leaving traces of syrup on the plate and a cute little crumb on the corner of his lips.

“Did you just inhale all your food while I took one (1) bite?”

He swallows the food in his mouth and takes a sip of his milk. “Maybe.”

You don’t know whether to be shocked or impressed, but it made you giggle either way. “You’re a funny guy, you know that?”

Flustered, the boy scurries off to dispose of his food tray. You rarely hand out compliments, and maybe this is why. It probably seems too out of character for someone like yourself, and Jungkook’s fragile little heart can’t handle it.

You punch yourself in the face until Jungkook walks back to the table. Seeing as you’ve only started making a dent in your lunch, he captures a few more photos on this phone, this time of the mall interior and food court. Then he pulls out his sketchbook.

He begins by mapping out a blank page with light lines and dots. Little by little, he adds in the tables, the people, the food. And before you know it, he has the whole food court sketched out and you haven’t even touched your salad yet.

“Are you into architecture? Or like exterior & interior design?” You don’t exactly know the proper art terms for whatever Jungkook’s drawing, but it would explain why he always seems to be taking photos of wherever he goes.

“Yeah, architecture and design are cool.” He shrugs and doesn’t sound all that convincing. So he diverts the spotlight back onto you. “By the way, I mean this in the least offensive way possible, but you’re not an art major, right?”

“Are you saying that because I’m shitty at art?” you pretend to be offended, but you know he’s not the malicious type. “Or because I’m always carrying a guitar to class?”

“The latter.” You see a tiny smirk on the boy’s face as he continues to add in details to his sketch. He’d never say it, but you can tell he’s also thinking your art is complete trash. “Is it music theory? Or just guitar? Or songwrit-”

Bing! Your phone notification saves you from a potentially loaded question about an uncertain future in music, and you couldn’t be more grateful. It’s a new Witch Hazel update from jk.seagull.

You glance over to Jungkook, expecting him to have the same notification on his phone. But he doesn’t. “I would’ve expected you of all people to have notifications turned on for Witch Hazel.”

“Really? Is it because you think I’m that in love with Snow?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to pretend to be offended. You’re glad to see him lightening up and not taking things to heart.

“Are you not in love with Snow?” you tease. Jungkook freezes and so do you. Why the fuck would you ever ask him if he’s in love with an extension of yourself? You don’t want to hear the answer because it’ll hurt you either way. “Nevermind, don’t answer that.”

You quickly skim jk.seagull’s beautiful comic-style artwork and stop at a panel of Snow and the new bunny boy character squaring up.

“But doesn’t this look like something right up your alley?” You flip your phone around to let the boy see the cute art.

“Does it?” Jungkook looks up from his sketchbook and puts down his pencil.

��Yeah, it feels like it would be more your style than realistic architecture would,” you say, although his sketch of the food court is somehow more gorgeous than the actual food court itself. “But I don’t know… You’d be fine with anything in the art field, to be honest.”

To your surprise, the boy shakes his head at your phone screen. “I’m not cut out for something like that.”

“Coming from the best artist in our class,” you say unconvinced. He has to be joking. Or maybe just overly modest. “Obviously I don’t know how you are with storytelling and stuff, but your art is undeniably incredible. And you have a lot of passion and knowledge for comics and anime…”

“Thanks, Y/N, but I don’t think that’s the problem.”

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moonlitmoth · 4 years

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50 Questions

Tagged by @maladjustedchangeling

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? Hot pink

2. Name a food you never ever eat. I hate mayonnaise and white cream based sauces (like alfredo) so much it’s a borderline fear. I hate fish, brussels sprouts, and asparagus. I love passionfruit flavored things but I’ve never been able to bring myself to eat the real thing because it looks so fucking weird. It’s like alien fruit.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? My hands are always cold but the rest of my body is pretty normal.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Watching Paper Moon with my dad.

5. What is your favourite candy bar? I’m generally a sour candy fan, but I like Take-5, Twix, and Kit Kat bars.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Just Dodger games. I actually like baseball (mostly playing it), it just takes too fucking long. I watch rugby on tv occasionally.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? Let me preface this with a story: When my parents were dating my dad tried to teach my mom a little German, and instead of saying “danke” my mom thought it would be funny to say “donkey” so it’s just been a longstanding thing in my family where instead of saying “thank you” we say “donkey.” So my dad just made me dinner and I said “Donkey, daddy.”

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Cookies and cream or cookie dough, but I also like coffee ice cream. I also really like the circus animal cookie one you can get by the scoop from Rite Aid/ Thrifty, but I started making my own by adding crushed up animal cookies to cake batter ice cream and adding pink food coloring and a shit ton of rainbow sprinkles. It makes me so fucking happy.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. Do you like your wallet? Not really but a wallet’s a wallet.

11. What was the last thing you ate? A beyond burger.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? No. I keep thinking about buying myself come cute loungewear sets to wear around the house, but I really shouldn’t spend money on dumb shit right now given the current economic situation.

13. The last sporting event you watched? Um I watched a rodeo on tv a few months back. One of those big international ones.

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Kettle corn

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? My coworker/ friend

16. Ever go camping? Technically. I used to go every summer with my high school BFF and her family up to El Capitan State Park or Carpenteria (both on the beach) and camp at the grounds there. But it was hardly ever “roughing it.” Carpenteria’s just a little beach town so all we had to do was walk a block to go get our s’mores supplies lol I like camping though

17. Do you take vitamins? Yup

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? No, my family was never super religious in that way. I went to a parochial catholic school from K-12, so we had weekly mass anyway, so my parents didn’t have to take me. We mainly went on the big holidays like Easter and Christmas.

19. Do you have a tan? Nope

20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza? Yes

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? Sometimes. I prefer soda from glass bottles

22. What color socks do you usually wear? Whatever is least noticeable and compliments the shoes i’m wearing.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Not really, too anxious.

24. What terrifies you? Mainly that there’s no life after death.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My window

26. What chore do you hate most? Cleaning my room. I’ll clean other parts of the house to avoid cleaning my own room.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Honestly, no offense, but I find Australian accents super fucking annoying, though not as annoying as South African English. Like, omfg I can’t stand it.

28. What’s your favorite soda? Cherry Coke or Hansen’s Pomegranate soda, which is getting harder to find.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive? Depends

30. What is your favourite number? 1017 because I’m a narcissist (my birthday), but also I have this thing where that number pops up a lot in my life.

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? My mom

32. Favourite cut of beef? I don’t really think about it. Probably just filet mignon.

33. Last song you listened to? New Order - Academic

34. Last book you read? Last one I finished was Waiting For the Punch by Marc Maron (I mostly read a lot of memoirs). I’m trying to read Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente, but it’s not really sucking me in unfortunately.

35. Favourite day of the week? I like the hope of a Friday night, knowing I’ve got 2 days to do something fun even though I’ll probably do nothing lol

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Probably but like who cares?

37. How do you like your coffee? Iced. I mostly like giant vanilla or pumpkin ice blends from Coffee Bean.

38. Favourite pair of shoes? Black chelsea block heel ankle boots. I’m also wearing my leopard slip on sneakers from H&M a lot. For my birthday this fall I’m planning on buying myself some over the knee boots and some Fluevog Cubist Cupcake boots (the witch boots of my dreams). I’m so excited.

39. The time you normally get up? Normally for work it’s 6:15am but these days more like 10am

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? I’ve suddenly become a morning person the past few years.

41. How many blankets on your bed? 2 on top of a comforter.

42. Describe your kitchen plates. They're my grandma’s. Just white with turquoise polka dots around the edges.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment? Uh..too small for the amount of people in the house. White, traditional cabinets with tan granite countertops and my grandma’s ugly lace curtains hanging on the window over the sink.

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? I rarely drink but I mix myself a Dirty Shirley sometimes.

45. Do you play cards? No

46. What colour is your car? Grey

47. Can you change a tire? Yes

48. Your favourite state? California, bitch. I don’t think I can live anywhere else.

49. Favourite job you’ve had? Haven’t had it yet

50. How did you get your biggest scar? I cracked my head open as a kid by falling backwards onto our coffee table while watching the cartoon version of Sleepy Hollow. Had to get staples in my head and everything.

I tag: @hausdushades @lyannawinterfell @crumboftheearth @copper-jay @maryreadings @nyxmalum

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RULES: answer 30 questions and tag 10 blogs you are contractually obligated to know

@torbeag tagged me!!! thanks tor. it’s 2am but im awake, clearly, so,

Nicknames: nico is a nickname. some people call me shnico (mostly bev) and tigo calls me kuya, which is sort of a nickname

Gender/pronouns: male-esque // he/him

Star sign: scorpio sun / aquarius moon / sagittarius rising

Height: 5′

Time: 2:15am

Birthday: 10 nov

Favorite bands & Favorite solo artist: it’s hard to say my favorites because i like a wide variety of music but my five most recently played bands are lcd soundsystem, electric guest, the cure, yo la tengo, and scissor sisters; my five most recently played artists are st. vincent, rostam, sza, mitski, and christina rosenvinge so that’s definitely something

Song stuck in your head: i don’t have one right now but earlier my sister kept trying to sing “yiken” by priceless da roc so that was definitely in there

Last movie you watched?: i saw i, tonya the other day and it was soooo good

Last show?: maybe when i was watching the office with my sister

Why did you create your blog?: a guy i had reconnected with from middle school told me it was the cool thing to do

What do you post?: umm fandom art shit.. music? memes. politics

Last thing you googled?: “the met on fifth avenue map”

Other blogs: inactive personal blog, cat blog, kin blog

AO3: i don’t have one actually. LOL

Do you get asks?: sometimes but i think most people just dm me these days

How did you get the idea for your URL?: i needed to change my url for my twitter for some reason and nico dot jpg was taken so i went with this and changed my tumblr to the same url for brand consistency

I follow: uhhh too many people honestly but i love it. some design/art blogs, some aesthetic blogs, couple of cat blogs, couple of jewish-related blogs, a bunch of friends both from meatspace and the internet

Followers: i’m mostly in mutuals with my followers but there’s a couple of you who follow me for the content i’m assuming. is this asking how many i have? it’s a small number but it’s a good one

Average hours of sleep: uhhhhh like 10+ and it’s still not enough lmao. im depressed

Lucky number: i don’t really have one but i’ll usually go with 3 or 13 if i have to pick something

Instruments: i used to play piano when i was a kid and then i didn’t want to anymore so i forgot everything. i was in choir for a really long time so i can definitely read sheet music with like, 75% accuracy. i want to learn electric bass because i think it’d be hot

What are you wearing?: this pinkish knit sweater i took from bev and black skinny jeans because i’m a fuck

Dream job: oh my god i have like, so many. right now i have my goals set on being an art professor and teaching maybe design history or something like that while also being an experimental artist but i also would be down to be like, a cantor if i had the time/opportunity/money. i’ve also been tossing around the idea of going into design criticism? i had wanted to be a freelance illustrator for a long time but as it turns out it’s really hard to get started so, i’m out here

Dream trip: so many.. i want to go to like japan and taiwan right now. last month i really wanted to go to the uk.. i still want to go to mexico and the philippines, and i would love to go to like, italy and poland and stuff

Favorite food: ever since i moved to new york i’ve been eating a ton of whitefish which i love. i love fish in general.. hamachi is like, amazing.

Significant other?: tumblr user @ratsinparadise

Last book I read: homer i dont read anymore

Top 3 fictional universes: hooergh are you for real. i guess i’ll just list three fandoms i like: twin peaks, star wars..... god i dont know!! that’s all i’ve got. i don’t engage in media the same way i used to. i’m old now

that was exciting. i’ll uhhh tag @geisterwald, @aerinmochi, @penworthy, @ivorensis, @all-truths-wait-in-all-things, @nikevi, @pacifichagfish, @quadhonks, @threateninzeppelin, and bev. because that’s who’s on my dash right now but of course u dont have to do it. anyone else who wants to do it can say i tagged them.

ok bye!!!!

#aboutnico #long post /

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growinstablog · 4 years

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How to Save Instagram Videos to Any Device: 5 Simple Ways

Knowing how to save Instagram videos can help you:

Share helpful content with your users

Increase engagement on Instagram

Interact and collaborate with other users

Plus, you can download adorable puppy videos to watch later.

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“When you and your nephew like to stick to each other while going for walkies… but now you have this baby girlfriend to take care of so you both stick to her” writes @kleinemilo #dogsofinstagram

A post shared by DogsOf (@dogsofinstagram) on Mar 13, 2019 at 7:15am PDT

If that sounds up your alley, we want to help out. Here are five easy ways you can save Instagram videos today.

5 simple ways to save Instagram videos

Note: If you’re saving another person’s video to share it on your own social feed, make sure to credit them in the post!

Not only is it the right thing to do, but you can avoid the kind of backlash that happened to in early 2019. The brand and their Instagram meme account came under fire for repurposing users’ tweets and posts without getting permission or crediting them.

Consider reading Instagram’s in-depth before reposting any content from other users.

1. Save Instagram posts to your Collections

This method helps you save videos to your private Instagram profile. You can further organize the posts you save via “Collections.” Collections organize all the videos and pictures that users save on Instagram.

And it’s a simple: When you see a video you want to save, click the save icon below it.

Once you tap the icon, it’ll be available to view in the Saved page of your profile. You can access that by going to your profile page, clicking the hamburger icon in the top left side, and selecting Saved.

If you want to save the video to a specific Collection you’ve created, tap and hold the save icon and choose which collection you want to save the video to.

This method allows you to return to a video any time you want and watch it again. But, you can’t repost content to your own feed from Collections.

2. Save your own Instagram videos

If you have a video you created on Instagram for your profile or story, you can easily save it when you’re finished making it.

Simply record your video, and click on the download button at the top before you post it on your feed or story.

This works with videos you create for your feed and the ones you create for your Instagram story.

Luckily, if you’ve already posted the video to your Instagram Story, you can still save it.

Start by going to your Story and viewing the video. In the lower right hand corner, click on the three dots for more options.

You’ll then be taken to a menu where you can tap Save Video.

Your video will then download directly onto your phone.

Pro tip: Go to Settings > Privacy and Security > Story Controls and then toggle on Save to Camera Roll to automatically save all your Instagram Stories to your phone.

3. Manually record Instagram Stories

Unfortunately, Instagram doesn’t allow you to download videos you find on your feed or on other users’ stories.

But, as long as you have the original poster’s permission, there are several workarounds for that. One easy way to save Instagram videos is to record your screen while the video is playing.

For iOS users, you can do this in five steps:

Swipe up from the bottom of your iPhone to reach the Control Center.

Press the circular Record button.

Tap Start Recording. A three second countdown will now begin before recording.

Record your video.

Open the Control Center again and tap the red circular Record button to stop.

Your video recording will now be available in your photos app. Check out the gif below for a full breakdown of this.

Androids don’t currently have a built-in function that allows you to record a screen. But there are some great apps out there that allow you to do it. Here’s a few of them:

DU Recorder

AZ Recorder

YouTube Gaming

ScreenCam

RecMe

Any of these apps will give you a good screen recording experience—and they’re free.

4. Use an app to save Instagram videos

The easiest way for you to save an Instagram video to your phone in order to repost and share with your users is with a third party app.

The good ones will allow you to easily download videos from another user’s feed or Instagram Story (again: as long as you have their permission). With it, you’ll be able to share it or save it to view at another time.

To help you out, here are a few great apps to download Instagram videos.

Note: For each app, we’ve included a link for either the Android or iOS download.

StorySaver (Android)

A free app that allows users to download videos and photos from Instagram stories. Users can download the images from the stories of users they follow. The app is very intuitive and easy-to-use. It takes just a few taps to download a video.

Once downloaded, you’ll be able to post the video on your own Story or feed (with permission from and credit to the original creator, of course).

Story Reposter (iOS)

Another great iOS app that allows you to download videos from users’ Instagram stories. Like StorySaver, you’ll be able to save and repost videos and images from different Instagram Stories.

All you need to do is search for the profile you want to rip the video from, and click on it before choosing the video you want to download.

(iOS)

An app that allows you to both repost images and videos, as well as save and download them.

It has a very intuitive interface and simple design. Simply copy the link to the image or video you want to download, and it will save it to your device.

(Android)

Another great app that’s similar to Quick Reposter. To save a post, simply copy the image or video URL and start downloading.

Also, with more than three million downloads, you’ll be in plenty of company with this popular Instagram video download app.

5. Use a web downloader

There are a number of great websites out there that allow you to download and save Instagram videos to your computer. The catch is that you won’t be able to repost them on Instagram without importing them to your phone first. It’s a handy trick if you want to save Instagram videos and images for posterity.

Here are a few good websites that allow you to download a video with an Instagram link:

Downloader4Insta.com

Blastup.com

SaveFromWeb.com

W3Toys.com

Downloadgram.com

And don’t forget: Make sure you have the original poster’s permission to download their video, especially if you are going to repost it on your own account.

And that’s it. You now have the tools and know-how to save videos on Instagram.

Now go make great content (or repost great user-generated content).

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PHOTO: COURTESY @KIKI_CHICAGO VIA INSTAGRAM Calling all moon-lovers, this one’s for you. Half-moon nails are taking the world by storm, and we think they are amazing. The design utilizes the negative space at the base of the cuticle (which we usually fill with color, and sometimes still do) and emphasizes the spot in an aesthetically pleasing manner. Per the name, the style resembles a half-moon shape. Fellow moon-lover Ariana Grande would love these nails. It’s a fabulous new way to spice up your nail game, and we are here for it. I think of it as a crop top for my nails, if you will-- perfect for the summer months. Be ahead of the trend and try these half-moon beauties before the rest of your friends do. View this post on Instagram A post shared by OPI (@opi_professionals) on May 9, 2019 at 10:15am PDT Nail polish brand OPI (@opi_professionals) recently claimed that half-moon nails are the new thing, and we couldn’t agree more. These stunning shiny/matte red combo nails are a perfect statement for the trend. The half-moon utilizes the negative space at the nail base, and it is so perfectly put together. Yes, OPI. Half Moon Manicure Designs Whether you shine like the sun or glow like the moon, a half-moon manicure will be a great new addition to your nail lookbook. And, talk about a conversation-starter. There are one thousand-and-one ways to try the trend; you really can’t go wrong with these eccentric, new nails. Here are some of the best half-moon nail looks on Instagram right now. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Kandice Stone (@nail_stoned) on Jun 13, 2019 at 1:51pm PDT Kandice Stone (@nail_stoned) uses a sunny orange for her half-moon nails, and we love it like the summer sun. The matte color works wonders and makes me want a tall glass of OJ to sip on my front porch. They are gorgeous and simple, and I want them. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Akiko (@kiki_chicago) on Feb 11, 2019 at 7:02pm PST Akiko’s (@kiki_chicago) funky version of the half-moon nail trend combines the half-moon with french tips in varied shades of lavender, peach and mint; just perfect for the summer months. This inspo definitely makes me want to go out and get my nails done the same way. View this post on Instagram A post shared by 💕Tiny 💕💖 (@tiny.luxury) on May 19, 2019 at 6:49pm PDT Tiny (@tiny.luxury) is a Brooklyn-based nail artist with a real talent for her art. While her neon red talons aren’t the traditional definition of half-moon nails, they are absolutely worth their mention. I love the blue moon accent, and the slightly transparent shade of red is giving me life. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Nargis Khan - Tips Nail Bar (@nailsfromnars) on Aug 21, 2018 at 5:54pm PDT Nargis Khan (@nailsfromnars) has a super summery version of the half-moon nail. Hers look like orange slices, which I absolutely love. The pretty nude used on the upper portion of the nail is a fantastic complement to the design. These nails are a creamsicle dream. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Annie (@gelhiigh) on Mar 11, 2019 at 5:27pm PDT Annie (@gelhiigh) painted her customer’s nails with a retro peachy-nude shade and funky black and white half-moons. I love this nail design because it is so versatile, and with each bit of inspiration, it just keeps getting better. View this post on Instagram A post shared by @nailsonrecord on Feb 16, 2019 at 1:24am PST Nail technician Louise (@nailsonrecord) is based out of Copenhagen, and her half-moon nails use a fun, multicolored glitter that reminds me of galaxy nails. I love it against the soft gray base, and the teeny dots are beautiful against the half-moons. She achieved the look with some half-moon stencils, according to the caption and we think she did an incredible job. View this post on Instagram A post shared by NAILS by MEI (@nailsbymei) on Mar 26, 2019 at 4:12pm PDT View this post on Instagram A post shared by NAILS by MEI (@nailsbymei) on Mar 6, 2019 at 5:59pm PST Mei Kawajiri (@nailsbymei) has some fantastic half-moon designs that I am absolutely loving. These candy corn half-moon nails are fun and perfect for the Halloween season that will be upon us in the blink of an eye. Instead of just three shades, she uses red, yellow, and two oranges, and we adore them. Her other, more-traditional set of half-moon nails are a personal favorite of mine. I have a thing for jelly nails because of their see-through quality, so I appreciate that aspect of this set. The dainty outlines of bright blue and jelly red half-moons remind me of a bomb pop, and heck if I don’t want to go and lounge by the pool at the sight of them. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Vanda // nail artist (@buffcsvanda) on May 31, 2018 at 11:50pm PDT Edinburgh-based nail artist Vanda (@buffcsvanda) plays to the power of the moon with her half-moon nail design. The lilac-colored base is adorable and plays the perfect backdrop to the delightful citrus slices showered on the half-moons of the nails. She calls them “summer fruits,” and her caption says they took a mere one hour and 15 minutes to complete. I would have taken five hours and not even come close to this level of artistry. These are majorly impressive, and I love them. View this post on Instagram A post shared by ⓚⓔⓔⓢⓗⓐ ⓒⓐⓡⓟⓔⓝⓣⓔⓡ (@electriknailz) on Feb 3, 2018 at 7:57pm PST Keesha Carpenter’s (@electriknailz) abstract black and clear glitter half-moons nails are a sight to behold. Clear nails are definitely in, so why wouldn’t we combine two of the hottest trends into one single look? These are insane, and I have to give the girl props for her creativity. View this post on Instagram A post shared by WAH Nails London (@wahnails) on Jun 18, 2019 at 3:51am PDT Nail tech Sadie J (@sxdie_j) for WAH Nails (@wahnails) created these hot neon yellow half-moon nails in early June, and they go perfectly with the summer neon makeup trends. The negative stripes on the nails are cool as far as placement, and I like how the neon tips offset the neon half-moons. They are perfectly citrusy, and the lemon caption is accurate. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Joanne (@thenailedbar) on Jun 7, 2019 at 9:29pm PDT Joanne (@thenailedbar) is a British Columbia-based nail artist, and I am obsessed with these precious Shibu Inu-inspired half-moon nails she created. The thumbs create an entire pupper when connected, and the rest of the nails use colors inspired by the Shibu Inu coat color palette. All of this, and not to mention they are perfectly shaped. View this post on Instagram A post shared by WAH Nails London (@wahnails) on Mar 26, 2019 at 9:56am PDT Nail guru Jay (@jaydeau) for WAH Nails (@wahnails) brings her half-moon nails to life with this pretty cerulean and periwinkle set. She outlines the blue moons with an additional stripe of the same blue, bringing even more attention to the look. We definitely approve of this one. View this post on Instagram A post shared by The Final Nail (@thefinalnail) on Mar 6, 2019 at 1:23pm PST Alex (@thefinalnail) takes a fresh spin on the half-moon design and paints the nail tips in the shape of black hearts. See, there’s something for everyone-- even the ladies who love wearing black year round. Celebrity Half Moon Manicure Celebrity nail gurus love the half moon manicure trend. Here are some of our favorite looks by the people who paint the nails of Hollywood’s biggest stars. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Miss Pop (@misspopnails) on Jan 27, 2019 at 3:51pm PST Miss Pop (@misspopnails) is an editorial nail artist who has been featured in ELLE, and multiple celebrities have worn her nail art. Her classically simple red-based half-moon nails show us exactly why negative space is so essential for drawing attention. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Alicia Torello (@aliciatnails) on May 29, 2019 at 7:09am PDT Celebrity nail guru Alicia Torello (@aliciatnails) seems to have a knack for half-moon nails, and these four nail looks show us why. We love the nude style with pops of red, yellow, light blue and orange. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Alicia Torello (@aliciatnails) on Mar 14, 2019 at 11:04am PDT These more retro-looking half-moon nails remind me a bit of a kitchen from the 1980s. The lavender tips, coupled with a white and blue base, as well as dark gold half-moons, are more than I can even coherently describe. These babies are inspired for sure. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Alicia Torello (@aliciatnails) on Dec 7, 2018 at 12:02pm PST Watermelon is my favorite part of summer, so I am willing to go straight to my local nail salon and have this design done for me. The watermelon half-moons Torello displays are adorable and sweet accents to our current summer months. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Alicia Torello (@aliciatnails) on Oct 31, 2018 at 12:36pm PDT Torello’s evil eye-inspired half-moon design is sure to attract some attention for you ladies. I love the concept of an evil eye’s protection value, and what better way to get the most out of them than to have them painted directly onto your nails in the season’s latest trend? Sign me up! View this post on Instagram A post shared by Tom Bachik Nails (@tombachik) on May 9, 2019 at 11:31am PDT Tom Bachik (@tombachik) has nail art that has graced the hands of celebrities like J Lo. and Selena Gomez, and this classy black and gold half-moon design is worn by the one-and-only Anne Hathaway. The gold strip beneath the deep black of the upper part of the nail has to be my favorite accent, hands down. So What Do We Think? We love this trend, but half-moon nails probably won’t be sticking around for very long. It seems like most of the world is perfectly content with continuing to paint their entire nails, and we don’t blame them. I, personally, will be keeping this trend in my back pocket for the days when I feel my nails are slacking because nothing is more eccentric and sexy than negative space (I’m looking at you crop tops). We love the trend while it’s here, but every day has its end.

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lindarifenews · 5 years

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How to Save Instagram Videos to Any Device: 5 Simple Ways

Knowing how to save Instagram videos can help you:

Share helpful content with your users

Increase engagement on Instagram

Interact and collaborate with other users

Plus, you can download adorable puppy videos to watch later.

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A post shared by DogsOf (@dogsofinstagram) on Mar 13, 2019 at 7:15am PDT

If that sounds up your alley, we want to help out. Here are five easy ways you can save Instagram videos today.

Bonus: Download a free checklist that reveals the exact steps a lifestyle photographer used to grow from 0 to 600,000 followers on Instagram with no budget and no expensive gear.

5 simple ways to save Instagram videos

Note: If you’re saving another person’s video to share it on your own social feed, make sure to credit them in the post!

Not only is it the right thing to do, but you can avoid the kind of backlash that happened to Jerry Media in early 2019. The brand and their Instagram meme account came under fire for repurposing users’ tweets and posts without getting permission or crediting them.

Consider reading Instagram’s in-depth copyright policy before reposting any content from other users.

1. Save Instagram posts to your Collections

And it’s a simple: When you see a video you want to save, click the save icon below it.

If you want to save the video to a specific Collection you’ve created, tap and hold the save icon and choose which collection you want to save the video to.

This method allows you to return to a video any time you want and watch it again. But, you can’t repost content to your own feed from Collections.

2. Save your own Instagram videos

If you have a video you created on Instagram for your profile or story, you can easily save it when you’re finished making it.

Simply record your video, and click on the download button at the top before you post it on your feed or story.

This works with videos you create for your feed and the ones you create for your Instagram story.

Luckily, if you’ve already posted the video to your Instagram Story, you can still save it.

Start by going to your Story and viewing the video. In the lower right hand corner, click on the three dots for more options.

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You’ll then be taken to a menu where you can tap Save Video.

Your video will then download directly onto your phone.

Pro tip: Go to Settings > Privacy and Security > Story Controls and then toggle on Save to Camera Roll to automatically save all your Instagram Stories to your phone.

3. Manually record Instagram Stories

Unfortunately, Instagram doesn’t allow you to download videos you find on your feed or on other users’ stories.

But, as long as you have the original poster’s permission, there are several workarounds for that. One easy way to save Instagram videos is to record your screen while the video is playing.

For iOS users, you can do this in five steps:

Swipe up from the bottom of your iPhone to reach the Control Center.

Press the circular Record button.

Tap Start Recording. A three second countdown will now begin before recording.

Record your video.

Open the Control Center again and tap the red circular Record button to stop.

Your video recording will now be available in your photos app. Check out the gif below for a full breakdown of this.

Androids don’t currently have a built-in function that allows you to record a screen. But there are some great apps out there that allow you to do it. Here’s a few of them:

DU Recorder

AZ Recorder

YouTube Gaming

ScreenCam

RecMe

Any of these apps will give you a good screen recording experience—and they’re free.

4. Use an app to save Instagram videos

The easiest way for you to save an Instagram video to your phone in order to repost and share with your users is with a third party app.

To help you out, here are a few great apps to download Instagram videos.

Note: For each app, we’ve included a link for either the Android or iOS download.

StorySaver (Android)

Once downloaded, you’ll be able to post the video on your own Story or feed (with permission from and credit to the original creator, of course).

Story Reposter (iOS)

Another great iOS app that allows you to download videos from users’ Instagram stories. Like StorySaver, you’ll be able to save and repost videos and images from different Instagram Stories.

All you need to do is search for the profile you want to rip the video from, and click on it before choosing the video you want to download.

Quick Reposter (iOS)

An app that allows you to both repost images and videos, as well as save and download them.

It has a very intuitive interface and simple design. Simply copy the link to the image or video you want to download, and it will save it to your device.

Quicksave (Android)

Another great app that’s similar to Quick Reposter. To save a post, simply copy the image or video URL and start downloading.

Also, with more than three million downloads, you’ll be in plenty of company with this popular Instagram video download app.

5. Use a web downloader

Here are a few good websites that allow you to download a video with an Instagram link:

Downloader4Insta.com

Blastup.com

SaveFromWeb.com

W3Toys.com

Downloadgram.com

And don’t forget: Make sure you have the original poster’s permission to download their video, especially if you are going to repost it on your own account.

And that’s it. You now have the tools and know-how to save videos on Instagram.

Now go make great content (or repost great user-generated content).

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"There’s a Storm in my Head and it’s Killing all the Flowers.”

I've been relatively vocal about having anxiety. I've had a LOT of people message me with support, suggestions, and pure curiosity. I'm always happy to answer what I can... Because though I realize my truth is the same as countless others. I also realize many of them suffer in silence. I think the more I share my struggles, the more others can hopefully understand what their friends, family, and loved ones are going through. I decided to give a brief glimpse of my thought pattern for just a simple trip. I went to Shanghai, which mind you I have been to at least 6 times now. Here ya go...

Tuesday

Okay I really have to get moving on those train tickets for Thursday. I open my computer and search for tickets to Shanghai from Hefei on Aug 31st. My appointment is at 1, so if I leave by 10 that will be fine. No wait, I can't eat breakfast before or my anxiety will make me throw up... I should leave earlier then get lunch there. Yeah, I need to eat I guess. I'll book the 8:00am train which means I have to catch the 7:00 subway and wake up at 6:00.

Okay this train station is closest to where I want to eat. I write down the date, time, and train number. I'll book 3:30pm return. Oh god, what if they're running behind and my appointment goes late, or the line at the subway is long, or I get on the wrong one on accident, and then miss my train? I better make it for 5 just to be safe. Shit, I need to have the concierge order these before the seats are taken... Excuse me while I check 3 different times to be sure he has the correct train info. He's annoyed.

I get the tickets and I immediately check the time, date, and train number.. Phew they're correct. I put them in my purse and go to walk away... Wait! Maybe they're the wrong station, better check them, again. Okay, they're right. Wait, maybe I have the stations confused? It is a big city... I better Google it to be sure. Okay all set, no worries!

Wednesday

11:45pm- I'm falling asleep but I suddenly realize that I NEED to plan out my day so I'm not late for anything. I check the address for Shanghai Station for the 8th time. I get the street address for the place to eat (in Chinese) justttt in case the subway is down or something. Remember I did see an article a month ago where that did happen. It will probably happen again, could be tomorrow. What's the subway station nearest to the restaurant? Hmm I better cross reference that 5 times. Google says that will take 32 mins on the subway, it'll take at least 10-15 minutes to buy tickets, another 5 minutes to walk from the station to the restaurant... Okay so I'll get to the restaurant at 11:04. It's only a half hour cab ride to the doctor from there. But wait, maybeeee traffic will be terrible. I should leave at noon instead of 12:30... just to be safe.

Okay, now I can go back to bed. Wait... Hmm I better look up the address for my doctor in Chinese... Just in case the cab driver can't read the business card font. Maybe I'm being silly? No I'm not, that's happened before. Do it. Okay go to bed. Wait! How am I getting back to the train station? Okay Google says it's a 35 minute cab ride, but it's probably 50 with traffic. That means I should get a cab by 3pm. I'll get there by 4 and the train boards at 4:37, and the security line could be long...

I feel better, now I can sleep. Wait... What if I can't get a cab? I took the subway from there last time. It was like a 13 minute walk, but I can't remember if I had to switch lines. Was the ticket line long there? Shit I can't remember. I better double check the line number and stop for the train station, again.

Seriously it's 2am and I have to get up in 4 hours. I finally begin dozing off, then I think "what's the weather going to be like?" I better check my weather app. It doesn't say it's going to rain, but maybe it will. Oh no I left my umbrella at that restaurant tonight.

Maybe I should've packed my backpack tonight, what if I forget something tomorrow? Okay I need to pack my passport, cash, tissues, sunglasses, glasses (in case I need to take my contacts out), eye drops (ya never know), contact case, coins for the subway, headphones for music, water, my iPad... Am I forgetting anything? Yeah you're forgetting to sleep. Go to bed Jess.

I feel the satin of my eye mask brush my face as I pull it on, and I take a deep breath. Why am I so nervous? My palms are sweating and my heart feels like I just ran the mile for the first time. I literally JUST did this trip 2 weeks ago. I went to the same area for lunch and everything. *1 hour later* I lift up my eye mask, after not sleeping a wink. What time is it? 3:30am. I pull my eye mask back on then immediately tear it off. WHAT. How is it 3:30?? Okay if I fall asleep now I'll get 2.5 hours of sleep. Go to bed.

One hour later I rip off my eye mask in panic... Shit did I set an alarm? I better check its for AM not PM. Okay good, it is. I close my eyes... Shit... Am I sure 6am is early enough? Ugh stop worrying and go to bed. I toss and turn for a bit and finally start to doze off. Great, now I gave to pee.

After the chill of the cold tile woke up my feet, I made my way back to the bedroom and slowly climbed back into bed. Shortly after I doze off, Corey's alarm sounds. That means it's between 5-5:15am think. A second alarm goes off... It's probably 5:30 now. Maybe I can sleep for a half hour.

I hear the shower start and think BUT maybe I should just get up to be sure I have everything around in time?

It's 5:45am and I am scrolling through my phone making sure I have everything screenshot for directions. I make a detailed itinerary down to the minute in my notepad, just to be on the safe side.

6:00am and my alarm blares as I'm holding it in my hands. Great, I feel like I'm going to puke. Why? Why didn't I sleep? I'm hungry. I wish I could eat but I will definitely get sick. Maybe I'm already going to get sick? I need coffee like yesterday. I should wait until I get to the train station otherwise I'll have to pee between here and there and I don't have time for that. But I'm so thirsty. No-don't drink anything or you'll have to go. I glance out the window. Ughhh why did I forget my umbrella yesterday? It's raining.

I begin getting ready and panic hits me. Why do I feel like I can't breathe? I'm literally putting on blush. Nothing is happening. Oh my god I'm having a heart attack. I AM NOT. But maybe I am, that does happen. I Google "symptoms of a heart attack" and "symptoms of a panic attack" ...again, like I don't do this everyday. I should really just bookmark them. Ugh why's this always happen to me?

I do a breathing exercise, that I don't have time for, because if I don't I'm surely going to DIE. My heart has slowed and I can finally breathe normal, but all that anxiety just wrecked my stomach for the day. Yay, that will be great to deal with. I'm out of Imodium which I'm basically taking as a multivitamin at this point.

I glance at my watch, shit! I've got to go or I'll be late! I put my hand on the door handle, and quickly remove it. Now I'm rummaging through my bag to be extra sure I have everything, again. I am meticulous as I rearrange the pockets I have my belongings in. Someone could steal my passport if I'm not careful! That does happen sometimes.

I push the down button outside the elevator 15 times for good measure. What's taking so long? I hear the ding of one arriving, and I get in. I glance at my watch- Yes, I'm on time! The elevator begins to slow and I immediately remember that time a few weeks ago when it briefly stopped working between floors with me and Corey in it. Oh god I'm going to die! Oh never mind, it's just someone on the 10th floor. Oh god I know him. "Good morning Jess!" "Hey, heading to work?" ... That's a stupid question. Why would you ask that? You know the bus leaves at 7, what else would he be doing? He definitely thinks I'm an idiot right now, because I am. "Yes" he replies. Lord, these last 4 floors feel like an eternity. I want to tell him I almost puked on him for a second there, but I just say "have a good day" instead.

It's 6:52am, and I know the subway leaves at 7 on the dot... The subway is right there, but naturally I'm freaking out anyway. I run down the large flight of stairs faster than necessary ... Oh no it's 6:56 what if it leaves early (Realistically I could take the next one and be fine)? I run down the next flight of stairs too. The sign says 4 minutes until the subway car arrives, obviously. I pace back and forth as I skim over my itinerary in my phone, for the 4th time this morning. I feel like a lunatic and now I look like one. I gaze at the map to ensure I know my stop, which is named Hefei South Railway (duh). I count the number of stops 4 times for good measure. I look at my watch. 7:00am, the subway cars are here.

I get on and grab an empty seat without making any eye contact. I slowly pick my head up and everyone is looking at me. Please stop. Maybe they're staring because my music is too loud? I dull it to the minimum and after a few moments I peek again... No they're still staring. I'm very aware of my skin's surface at the moment and it feels like it's crawling with a million tiny legs. A shiver goes up my back and I swallow much too loud for this silent car.

Shit, was that one stop or two? I was too focused on the million legs that I lost count. Ugh I can't see the map from here. Why did I sit here? Maybe I should I get up and look? No. I don't want this lady to think I moved because she sat down; I know my stop's not for 20 minutes. Plus if I stand I'm guaranteed to have to pee. I argue with myself for 10 minutes and begin to panic that maybe I missed the stop.

All the atoms in my body feel like they're about to burst into flames. I kind of wish they would. I can't take it anymore! I'm getting up reading the map! I'm sure the panic is evident on my face as I quickly remove my ass from the bench. Oh, I still have three stops. I better just stand here next to the door; maybe they'll stop staring at me if I squeeze into this corner? Nope. In the door's reflection I can clearly see all of their watchful eyes and heads on a swivel. Why does this subway car feel like it's closing in on me? I can't breathe. Am I going to cry? Because I feel like I'm going to cry. No really I can't breathe right now.

I close my eyes and pray to God to have pity on me and make me invisible to these watchful eyes. I hear the automated baby voice over the intercom talking; my stop is next. The subway arrives at Hefei Station and the I hear the hiss of the doors as they open. No sooner and I'm gasping for air as I catapult myself out of the car at a speed you'd think I was trying to escape death. I mean, it felt like I was. Phew, I did it. I almost hyperventilated for a moment there. Okay, no really...where the fuck's the bathroom in this place?

Step one of 40, but I did it.

So if you don't have anxiety you're probably like WTF is wrong with this chick; seriously who worries like that? Well, I do... And chances are many of your loved ones do too. This is just a glimpse of the hell going on constantly in my brain- just a snippet of ONE topic. My brain rapid fires thoughts like these, on countless subjects, ALL day long. It is exhausting, and frankly getting out of is a miracle most days. Sleep evades me at night, and consumes most of my days. I can't remember what it's like to feel "normal" and not feel this hell. This is just my daily, constant anxiety... not even a bad panic attack. Traveling used to give me the MOST enjoyment. Even though it's harder than hell to get to that destination, I push myself to get there. I have my bad days, weeks, sometimes months... But I will not let anxiety or depression control my life.

If you're out there struggling and feel crazy in your head...just know we are crazy together, and I like to think I'm a fun time.

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Taking Disruptive Host Experience to Resolution Center?

Background: 5 week trip and planned with 3 days in Bali. When I arrived I had a really bad headache and spent my first 24 hours in bed so I wanted one extra day to make up for that. Before deciding on this AirBnB in Seminyak (if you know Bali) I was at a Hostel in Canggu and a different AirBnB Villa for one night in Seminyak my first night. I had a non-refundable flight ($101 USD) to Singapore on the 29th and bought a new one to fly out on the 30th to get one extra day to see Bali. I booked my new flight ($215 USD) on the 27th as well as the AirBnB for 3 nights, checking out the 30th.The Host: Let’s call my Host, ‘Dave’. The place was originally described as a “private room in bed and breakfast”, “guesthouse”, “separate from the owners main residence”, “relaxed”, “tranquil” and to my surprise it was absolutely beautiful and more like a tiny 4 room boutique ‘hotel’ will a full staff and Dave lived on the property, upstairs from the main area/kitchen ($389 USD total). No issues with checking in and its one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever stayed at. He and his staff take excellent care of the small property.I’d describe Dave as a ‘worrier’. He’s originally from Australia and had to be late 60’s. Sometimes it was sweet in a fatherly way. The kid who picked me up for my tour on the 28th thought he was my father, which I thought was kinda cute. He genuinely did look out for me.Side note: I suffer from chronic headaches and sleep is the only thing to make them better and I talked about this to Dave upon arrival. I’m talking 12 hours+ sleep.The downside of his character was that he played ‘victim’ and every chance he got, he would tell me about problem guests who had left him bad reviews on Booking dot com. One night of my stay, he had guests that were supposed to fly in and his driver spent hours waiting for them at the airport and they were a no show. They booked via Booking dot com so they were protected and he went on, eventually saying he’s happy I’m so easygoing.Disruption- 28th: My stay was wonderful except for the fact, he would knock on my door each morning, waking me up, disrupting my sleep. It wasn’t one time, happened every day of my stay. The 28th, I arranged my tour driver to show up at 10:30am and he came early so Dave knocks on my door at 9:15am- understandable.29th: My day to sleep in a bit (11:30am) then go see Uluwatu which will take the full rest of the day. This is why I got a new flight, to be able to do this. I took sleep meds and put do-not-disturb and still get knocking earlier than the sleep medicine is out of my system. The AC wasn’t working in my room and he had a guy coming at 1:30 to fix it. I believe he came by around 10am. I was very delirious as he wanted me to switch to an spare room bc it was hot in my room. Not clearly thinking, I went along then had trouble with sleeping still and couldn’t get back into my room until much later on to take a shower and start my day. I didn’t get to go to Uluwatu which I changed my flight for.30th: My flight is at 2:30 and HE thinks I should leave at 10:30am. He told me this earlier and his reasoning but I’m over this behavior by now. He knocks on my door again and starts going crazy about me getting to the airport for my flight. I’m an adult and I know when to leave for my flight and when the actual check out is. He had no respect for me and the trip I’m on. He’s going way over the top and I’m about to be like “can you please just back off”. Left at noon, when the official check-out was, and was fine for my flight.I was so fed up and had been debating on asking for a one night refund for the constant disruption and now I kindly do, away so his staff can’t overhear. I do this so he’s not blindsided. He’s already said he’s been blindsided by a previous guest who left with a smile and wrote a ‘nasty’ review. His demeanor changes.There’s more to the story about how he acts once I mention I’d like a one night refund, etc.I’ve used AirBnB several times and this has been the only negative experience. Hosts have never over stepped boundaries.I haven’t reached out to AirBnB Resolution Center as I’m still traveling. It’s only been a few days.This is a very unusual experience and I’m looking for someone who’s dealt with something similar, involving AirBnB.When going to the Resolution Center, should I ask for a full refund then start countering down from there so they/the Host have wiggle room and can potentially walk away with a victory, getting down to one night? I honestly think one night is fair but maybe I’m too nice. Any suggestions?I don’t have recordings of him knocking and waking me up but here’s what I could provide: - screenshots of original flight - Screenshots of new flight - Photo of the sleep medicine I bought in Bali to sleep that night (comparable to Benadryl) - Screenshot of the Bali pharmacy receipt from my bank app including the date of purchase.TDLR: Changed flight so for an extra day of sightseeing which was wrecked by host over stepping boundaries. Host worries too much, knocks and wakes me up each day, ignores do not disturb sign, won’t back off, treats me like a child. Kindly am asking for a one night refund. Get $20 off your first AirBnB stay.

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markmceachran · 4 years

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Switzerland

Stepping off the plane, I couldn’t help but notice that Basel airport bears a striking similarity to many rural, American airports. There are few gates, limited services, and only the essential airport staff. This might not be your point of entry, but if it is know that you’re not actually in Switzerland just yet. You’re in France.

Basel airport, if you didn’t guess by the name, services the Swiss city of Basel primarily, but at some point the lords of the air decided that it should be located outside the bounds of Europe’s favorite neutral country.

Catching a cab might be difficult here, and there’s no train to the city to speak of. I found a taxi sign sitting atop a weathered Tesla S-series sedan. Sadly, no driver was in sight. That was okay, I had my Lyft app – but they don’t. It was another dead end. Thankfully Uber had penetrated the market, and while I’d prefer not to use their service due to the reported corporate culture, I was out of alternatives.

Switzerland and the EU

Switzerland is the first European country I’ve visited that went mostly untouched by the second world war. I say mostly because there several Allied bombings of Switzerland. One notable incident hit Schaffhausen. Stories are mixed. At the time the Allies cited bad weather that threw the bombers off course and confused the navigators. Others say it became a target when it started producing arms for the Axis. It almost makes me want to put “neutral” in quotes, and there I just did.

In any case, those days are long in the past and we’re all good friends now. Existing treaties do not make the country part of the EU, but they do keep up with most of the laws.

Basel

This was my first time in Switzerland and I came in rather cold. I didn’t know what language they spoke, and didn’t realize that they’re not part of the EU – so no Euro. Swiss Francs is the way to go. Your local bank might not have them handy, so order ahead of time. Like the rest of western Europe, however, the Swiss in service jobs predominantly spoke English when I approached in my, obviously American, t-shirt and jeans.

Most of them speak German as their first language, and the culture felt very Germanic as well. As I toured the city I felt very comfortable as I’d been to Germany several times. I only had a short time in Basel being towed behind my wife as she was coming off of a conference.

We visited their municipal museum and found out how the town crest came to depict the top of a Bishop’s staff, and who their favorite king of old had been – although I can’t recall his name now. The Basilisk is their favorite monster and legends abound on how they are defeated when they appear. People of Basel – 16, Basilisk – 0.

Zürich

After a day or two we moved on from the city of the Snake/Chicken/Frog-thing to the luxurious, lakeside city of Zürich. Home to banks and insurance companies, Zürich is the third most expensive city in the world in which to live. When visiting, prepare to spend a pretty Franc on meals, but maybe not so much on a nice pocket knife.

The city’s biggest attraction might be the cheese. Along with frothy fine beer, fondue seems to be a main dish at every third or fourth dinner restaurant. It’s consistently delicious. Apparently they source the milk for the cheese from the same cow. Her name is Heidi and she’s a national treasure.

Between the cheeses we managed to stop at a few of the sights. Here’s a list of my top 5:

Fraumünster Church

The audio tour in this church cites its role in the Protestant Reformation in Switzerland. While that makes for interesting history, it leaves a church rather stark when compared to its Catholic contemporaries. Be that as it may, it’s worth the time and five Franc charge to get a ticket to climb the tower, which offers a 360° view of the city.

Grossmünster Church

Standing across the river from Fraumünster is Grossmünster. It has a similar minimalist decor, save for the windows – which are stunning. Five shimmering Chagall towers flank the apse.

Rhein Falls

You’ll have to take a bus or rent a car to get to the falls, but you’ll be rewarded a close-up view of the powerful Rhein as it throws thousands of gallons (liters) of water across the nose of Laufen Castle (Schloss Laufen).

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Stroll on the Limmat River

The Limmat is the larger of two rivers that run through the city. It boasts a busy waterfront with swimmers, boats, restaurants and great people watching.

Fraumünsterstrasse

Zürich offers a world-class shopping district. I found, however, that some of the more interesting stores were on the other side of the river, on Fraumünster. Since it’s away from the train station it has a more strollable feel without the commuters. Dotted with bars, eateries, shops and even a few unsavory establishments. In a word: culture.

Final Thoughts

Friendly people, more than anything, is what I will remember about our Swiss adventure. At every turn were helpful, nice folks who look you in the eye when they’re talking to you. Coupled with a great mix of country and city adventures, this is definitely on the list of countries I’ll visit again.

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Basement

This happened to me only last night, I was sleeping in my bed a regular quarantine night, doing nothing and going to bed around 1AM. I woke around 4:15AM to hear scuffling sounds from outside, now, I live in the basement so I only have 1 thin window at ground level. I wake up and think to myself it’s just my cats outside, however as I was going to bed again my cats walked into my room. I get scared and look up at my small window to see 2 green dots of a night vision helmet starting through it. I pretend to be asleep but I was sure he knew I was awake, the lights disappeared and I thought I was okay. 5 Minutes later I hear a scuffling from the other rooms in the basement. My basement has no other entrances apart from the one next to my door. I’m terrified now, I continue to pretend to be asleep, I heard my cats come into my room, I took the sticky note next to my desk and wrote “There is someone in the basement” on the note as the banging got louder. I folded the note up and put it in my cats collar, I hit my cat so he’d run upstairs and give my parents the note. The man in the other room realizes something was up when my cat sprinted upstairs, He must have realized I was warning my parents. He came into my room and quite literally stood over my bed with me “asleep” in it, but my parents got up from their bed and st attend yelling loudly, the man runs back to the basement, he disappears just as quietly and mysteriously as he entered, No doors, No windows, just gone. My parents ran to the basement, my father holding a rifle (Military) and my mother holding a frying pan, I quickly explain to them what happened and we slowly enter the next rooms over, in the main room in the basement I see one thing that shatters me, a picture of my childhood friend (I had moved away since) in the wall with a knife holding it up. On the back of the photo are written 6 words. “It’s good to see you again” He hasn’t been found

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mystorymylifemywords · 5 years

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Trying To Wake Up

It’s 5:15am on a Tuesday morning and the ascending alarm emitting from his Amazon Echo Dot wakes him from a restless slumber. Before the alarm reaches a volume too high for his now, awakening ears, he groggily bellows, “Alexa, snooze....” He knows it will only buy him 10 more minutes of faux sleep, but it delays the downward spiral of inner thoughts and anxious mindlessness.

As the alarm rises to yet another crescendo, he reaches for his iPad on the back of the couch. The metal springs in the old sofa bed in his mother’s converted basement squeak as they’re forced to adjust to his movement. When the tablet is in his grasp, the alarm reaches its peak volume. “Alexa, stop,” he says annoyed by the fact he needs to get ready for work. He fumbles to find the home button on the iPad in the near pitch-black room. The only light shining through is muted by the overhang of the outside alcove and the glass blocks covering what was once the left side of a two-car garage.

When the home button was finally found, and pressed, the time read 5:29am. He looked for excuses, in his mind, to stay in bed. He didn’t want to go to work. He didn’t want to hear the complaining and ineptitude of the people at his marketing job where he’s a senior analyst. He also didn’t want to make the 33-mile, hour plus long drive from Hatfield to Center City Philadelphia.

He often loses his temper during the drive to work, cursing people whose poor driving skills likely raised his blood pressure above normal levels. The only calming presence during those drives are his podcasts and his love for 90s New Jack R&B. He was never able to pinpoint why the music was so calming. In the rare times he was able to listen at home, he felt as though he could disappear into the music and visit a fantasy world he knew he could never live. A world where women listened to him, people adored him, and his presence was valued. It was also a time before he understood the meaning of hurt and pain, before those emotions, and their hellish wrath, followed him every waking moment. He felt trapped by those thoughts. Trapped like Sisyphus, pushing the boulder up the hill just for it roll back to the bottom while believing the outcome will be different with each attempt despite the environment being unchanged.

He dragged his still tired body from the bed, pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down from his right leg, which rolled up amongst his tossing and turning, and then straightened the sheets before folding the bed back into the sofa. Before replacing the seat cushions, he groggily muttered, “Alexa, turn on lights” to give himself a jolt of brightness before he climbed the two flights of stairs to the spare bedroom where he kept his clothes. He made sure he moved quietly, aware of the creaks and squeaks of the floor boards in the old house, so to not wake his mother. She didn’t work on Mondays and Tuesdays, he couldn’t be selfish with the noise he would like to make in order to fully wake himself.

As he approached the spare bedroom, the house still dark, he blindly pushed open the door with an extended arm and then turned on the light on the left side of room next to the door. Quickly, he closed the door, then bent over to turn on his standing garment steamer, and allowed the hot steam to blow against his face.

Still trying to wake up....

The previous night, he left out the clothes he intended to wear as well as a sealed bottle of water. As the steam continued to outflow from the steamer, warming the room and raising the humidity level, he drank the 22 ounces of water. It was a routine he completed, daily. He needed the routine so he didn’t fall into the dark chasm of his thoughts. After he finished drinking, he said in a whisper, “Alexa, play audiobook.” The Echo Show sitting on a dresser began to play The Godfather written by Mario Puzo and narrated by Joe Mantegna. He took a deep breath, grabbed his light denim jeans, hung them over the hanger atop a bar protruding from garment steamer and began to meticulously remove the wrinkles.

His attention to detail was one of his forms of escape, albeit, short-lived. The others were writing, which he had not being able to do in an extended period of time due to, what he called being, “creatively impotent,” and cleaning. He used to escape by playing video games, watching movies, reading, playing basketball, and channel surfing between ESPN, The Food Network, and The Travel Channel. At one point, not too long ago, he was so happy to just sit and watch TV that he invested thousands of dollars into a new 75” Sony XBR Series 4K LED TV with HDR and full-array backlighting, a Sony 4K Blu-ray player, and a Pioneer Elite audio receiver capable of processing the 4K signal as well as outputting video with HDR and the Dolby Atmos spatial sound format. As soon as he bought all the equipment, something changed in him. He didn’t want to watch TV. He didn’t want to watch sports. He didn’t want to do much of anything. He made himself happy with the purchases, then felt empty.

After he finished steaming his clothes, he grabbed his Quip electric toothbrush, activated charcoal toothpaste, and alcohol-free mouthwash, then headed to the bathroom. He knew the time he spent steaming his clothes put him behind schedule, but he couldn’t skip any steps in his routine. Everything needed to be completed and completed in the correct order within his controlled environment.

Still trying to wake up....

When he finished his mouth care, he pulled down his shorts, backed up onto his Squatty Potty, and sat on the toilet for the penultimate, and most taxing, step in his routine. This was the time when his mind wandered the most, when he was at his most mentally vulnerable. He looked at his day and saw nothing to excite him. He knew his ex-girlfriend would text at 8am and they would go back and forth with casual conversation until about 3pm. He wanted to be friends with her but it was a difficult task. He didn’t trust her and believed she was just biding her time with him until she found the man she wanted. By around 9:30am, he knew would become frustrated with his coworkers for talking too much in their corner of the office. He didn’t understand how people can talk to each other, all day, every day, about the same nonsense. Also, he knew they weren’t completing their work, would not be held accountable, and he would have to pick up the slack. At 11:30am, he would start his lunch hour and watch a TV show or a portion of a movie on his iTunes or Vudu accounts. Sometime, he would watch the remainder of the previous night’s episode of Monday Night Raw through his Xfinity app. He knew he would leave work at around 3pm, make the almost 2-hour drive home, sit on his couch, and become paralyzed with angst and anxiety. This was always the most arduous part of his day. His thoughts would be ablaze with concepts, ideas, fears, frights, and neurotic meanderings. Often, the thoughts would bring him to tears, but he would never cry out because he didn’t want to draw attention, he didn’t want to disturb the house. He knew he could ask for help. He also knew he wouldn’t accept help despite believing it would never be offered. He knew his phone wouldn’t ring with someone wondering about his well-being. He knew he would be ready to fight anyone who tried to pierce his guard. He knew he couldn’t wait to go to sleep so could elude the constantly ticking second hand on the clock. He knew, one day, it would all be over and no one would know a thing. He knew only his family would show up to his funeral. He knew he was late for work....

Still trying to wake up....

After cleaning himself, he removed his shorts and underwear, and then jumped into the shower. Running late forced him to concentrate on washing, purging yesterday’s filth from his body in a futile attempt to start anew and rinse away the troublesome. While drying off in the bedroom, moisturizing his skin, putting coconut oil in his hair, and conditioner in his beard, he listlessly whispered, “Alexa, open my garage door.” Followed by, “Alexa, ask Lexus to start my car with the temperature set to 80 degrees.” When the command was confirmed, he turned off the bedroom light, exited the room, cautiously closed the door, and quietly walked down the steps to the kitchen to grab his lunch, a salad of spring mix, baby sweet peppers, white onions, black olives, cucumbers, raw broccoli, and red pepper flakes along with 2 small containers of Dannon Oikos Triple Zero Banana Cream yogurt, from the refrigerator and continued back down to the basement to so he could put on his coat, pick up his backpack, and throw his keys, money clip, and work badge in his pockets.

As he stepped outside, the cool, morning air was whistling through the open garage door as the shadow of sunlight crept in. When he opened the car door of his Matador Red 2019 Lexus LS Hybrid, his black leather, heated car seat automatically slid back so he could comfortably enter, then slide into place after the door was closed. He took a deep breath, fastened his seat belt, placed the car in drive, and headed down Tarrington Way to West Orvilla Road and ultimately to the PA Turnpike.

Still trying to wake up....

He got lost in his thoughts after entering the Turnpike from the EZPass lane. No music was playing or podcasts blaring through the Mark Levinson Reference speakers. The quiet cabin of the car retarded the sounds of the road and nature from his eardrums. He had no distractions. He was alone and silently terrified. He wanted to wake up from this bad dream. He wanted to know how he fell so far, so fast. He needed to find out why things went so wrong. His unhappiness was changing him, molding him into someone he feared. His invasive thoughts held his conscience, his true self, hostage. He was so lost within his vitriolic menagerie of discontent, he didn’t notice the car in the passing lane, slightly behind him, swerve to miss a deer who briefly darted into traffic before quickly receding into the wooded area. He was so overcome in his daze he was unable to react when the driver of the swerving car lost control and collided with his rear, driver’s side quarter panel, at 70 miles an hour, sending him spinning out of control, and, eventually, head on into a jersey barrier, causing a domino effect of wreckage in its wake. He felt nothing when the car behind him plowed into his rear with the force of a tsunami. He was numb, from head to toe, unable to feel anything.

When the firefighters pried open his door from amongst the massive debris, warm blood was tickling down his face from a gash atop his head and more of the life-sustaining substance leaking from his mouth caused by the impact of the airbag. His eyes were closed and motionless when he heard them trying to gain his attention.

“Sir, sir! Are you okay,” one of the firefighters exclaimed in a calm, yet urgent vibrato. “We’re here to help you,” he continued. “Can you respond? Can you hear me? We’re going to get you out here,” he said with a bit of strain in his voice as he began to cut the seatbelt. “You’re going to be okay!”

Many of his words were muted, all he heard was “help.” All he felt were multiple hands on his head, neck, and body. He didn’t need help. He didn’t want help. So, he fought with his eyes still closed, arms flailing, unable to see the people who were listening to him, cared about him, there for him. He fought through the pain of the teeth that were knocked out of his mouth and through the fog of the concussion he suffered during the accident. He fought despite having a compound fracture of his left fibula and a dislocated right ankle. He fought through a broken sternum, multiple broken ribs, and punctured lung.

He fought, blindly...

He fought in fear....

He fought for solitude....

While still trying to wake up....

#depression #creative writing #writing #pain #sorrow #hedonic treadmill

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chorusfm · 5 years

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Mark Hoppus and Alex Gaskarth Start a New Project

Mark Hoppus of Blink-182, and Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low, have teamed up for a new project called Simple Creatures. Today they’ve debuted the new song “Drug” and an EP is coming in March. View this post on Instagram Hey everybody! You might be wondering just what in the hell is going on with my socials right now. Well, my good friend @markhoppus and I have been quietly making music together for a little while now and we’re finally ready to share it with ya. We’re calling this baby @simplecreatures and we’d like to invite you to join us for the ride. Our first song “Drug” will officially be out everywhere you can hear music when the clock hits midnight your local time. Go check out SIMPLECREATURESMUSIC DOT COM to hear it right fahkin’ now tho !! #simplecreatures A post shared by Alexander (@alexgaskarth) on Jan 24, 2019 at 5:15am PST View this post on Instagram So stoked to finally share @simplecreatures with the world! Alex and I have been working on this new band for a while, and our first single Drug is available everywhere Thursday midnight, but you can hear it at SimpleCreaturesMusic dot com right now. EP1 coming in March! Join us, won’t you? A post shared by Mark Hoppus (@markhoppus) on Jan 24, 2019 at 5:24am PST --- Please consider supporting us so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/news/mark-hoppus-and-alex-gaskarth-start-a-new-project/

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bdamantherapper · 7 years

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BDaMan's Show Log (7/7/2017-7/9/2017)

*The following events take place between July 7th, 2017 & July 9th, 2017.* Friday 11pm - Just got off the phone with my dad and my little brother, Jaylon. Despite my money situation getting me down, those two had me laughing and feeling better about life. Damn, I gotta get down there to visit... Saturday

12:10am - It's officially show day! In about 24 hours, B.Allen and I will be halfway through our set. It's our first show together since the Noise Complaint show at Honey in February. It's gonna be interesting. 2:43am - Someone recently told me to trust my body when it comes to sleep. I'm gonna take that advice and hit the hay for the night. 11:20am - Had a minor struggle sleeping last night. That seems to be the theme lately. After realizing that TIMELESS has texted me a few times, I sense it might be time to get up and moving for the day. 2:54pm - Grand Theft Auto 5 Online - one of many bonding tools between B.Allen and I. As it gets later in the day, I realize I probably should get over to his place to practice. But before making that travel to Dinkytown, I gotta get some food in my system. 4:15pm - B.Allen calls me and reminds that our original time of going on at midnight may have to be changed due to us all taking the bus. Hoping Breakneck can help us out with that one. Among that, B.Allen and I talk about a few other things regarding the show and our earlier GTA session. 5:14pm - Let the travel begin! Heading to B Dot's (B.Allen's) to practice for the show. 5:29pm - The soundtrack for this bus ride starts with the instrumentals for tonight. Gotta get in that zone... 6pm - The feeling that "The Story Of O.J." by Jay-Z gave me while passing under the Washington Ave bridge by the U of M was eerie, but kinda cool. 6:07pm - Leave it to me to not be aware about the #2 not going all the way to B.Allen's. I wanted the 2C, not the 2A. Damn. Haha. 6:23pm - B.Allen and I are just chilling on the porch, discussing tonight's show, among other current topics in our lives. 6:51pm - "Don't mess with my Grand Theft Auto and don't touch another man's radio." -B.Allen before he hops in the shower. 7:51pm - After going over a few things with B.Allen, we're making the travel to Club Underground. Everything is smooth sailing so far. 8:17pm - After a bus ride and a brief walk, we have arrived to Club Underground! Time for us to crack open these Nos' open! 8:38pm - DJ Landshark is spinning some classics right now! 9:19pm - The first battle between Shake vs AC Vader is about to start. Can't wait to hear the bars! 9:33pm - Mono has arrived, just as this battle is in the 2nd round. 9:41pm - First battle is complete! Shake took that one on, in my opinion. Gave him props afterwards and he's hype for B Dot and I's set and the rest of the battles. Next battle up is: Future vs. Speedy Calhoun. 10:10pm - Damn, that battle was dope as hell! Speedy and Future both did their thang! With this door locking from the outside, we gotta relay to everyone that the door locks from outside. 10:25pm - Romes vs. Human is in progress. Romes previously battled Felix earlier this year. Dude is a beast! However, Human just came out the second round tough with it! Both dudes brought the fire. 10:37pm - Short break before Felix and Hungry battle. Felix is the homie, so we all hype to see him kill it. I been noticing Felix get in the zone throughout tonight. I can tell he's ready to kill shit. 11:17pm - Felix and Hungry both brought their A-game! Breakneck is getting us right into the title match, which is between XQZ and Lu Cypher. Sunday

12:15am - OWLS Crew is up now. They've definitely got a dope sound. 1:14am - Despite a massive speed bump and figuring some things out in terms of routes back home, we held it down as usual. "Adapt to survive" as B Dot said. Even with only S.O.S songs, the crowd loved us. B Dot and Mono are headed to their respective places while I take the long way home tonight - and boy, is it long. 2:17am - On the second bus headed back home. This might be the latest in a long time that I've been out. Soundtrack for the travel home? "4:44" (Album) by Jay-Z 2:53am - Finally back at the humble abode. It was a bit of a whirlwind of a day, but the day is done. Time to eat and get sleep...

#bdaman #b.allen #monopolejoe #club underground #minneapolis #minnesota #twin cities #culchr #s.o.s #speed of sound #no coast #no coast raps #rap battle #hip hop #hiphop #rap

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