#so i add the number to whatsapp

[legoflowers]

why is this guy literally inescapable its actually so annoying

#i was just thinking to myself the other day about how i havent thought about him in a while #and then i was looking something up and his name pops up in the wikipedia article #but then i brushed it off i was like wow weird coincidence #like his name isnt common but its not UNcommon #this is like hours after i had the thought about him #and then my dad was like hey can you help me add this number to whatsapp theres this buddy of mine i havent talked to in a while #so i add the number to whatsapp #and this guy is literally in the profile photo with my dads friend #LIKE 2 HOURS LATER #they must be related but how do i get this information out of my dad #but i swear he just keeps popping up in the most unexpected places #and its all just coincidences #not even that like we're from the same small little city its bound to happen #six degrees of separation #but make it like 3 #or whatever #but my delusional little brain will spend the next week convincing me its fate #speaking of guys speaking of hashtag delusion #every time a guy looks at me more than once i convince myself hes just fallen in love with me #like im on a packed bus and theres maybe like 2 people between us and we're crammed in like sardines #we're bound to make eye contact a couple times its natural #but im like the second we get off this bus he's gonna get on one knee and propose #I NEED A HOBBY

[ii-zi]

made a dumb but preventable mistake with absolutely no real consequences. needless to say im killing myself

#accidentally changed my whatsapp number without posting that i was gonna do so #so now i have no ''mutuals'' so to speak #id have to text everyone personally if i wanted them to add me back bc i forgot to click the option that does it on its own #but im too embarrassed to do it.. there's ppl i like but havent talked to since middle school... #i enjoyed watching them live their lives so much im devastated :(((

[ayeforscotland]

Trying to limit and monitor kids’ social media usage would make so many problems so much worse and I need people to think about it objectively and not take it into consideration just because the concept is a knee-jerk reaction from a grieving mother being exploited by everyone around her.

— Kids already lie about their age, so an age limit is already unenforceable unless you literally require legal ID, which is an incredible breach of privacy with even further safety risks.

— Vulnerable children including LGBTQ kids living with bigoted families would be put in real-life danger of abuse or homelessness if their families had a way of knowing when they’re seeking support.

— The internet and technology is a requirement to navigate the world around you at the most basic level. That is a fact and schools know it too. Limiting access to that in this day and age would be massively limiting one’s knowledge, safety and basic life skills, especially if their family is neglectful or abusive.

— What constitutes as social media cannot necessarily strictly be defined. Some people consider WhatsApp to be social media despite the fact it’s a texting app, and the people you communicate with there are presumably people you’ve spoken to before if you know their numbers. Kids need a way of communicating with people for both practical and safety reasons, and blanketing almost everything as ‘social media’ and limiting access to it inhibits that.

— If you put a ban on all ‘social media’ until the age of 16 and then suddenly allow access, what you end up with is a child who has zero knowledge or experience of something suddenly being thrown into a world where anything is possible. It’s like when teens are forbidden alcohol their whole lives and the day they turn 18 they go on a massive binge not knowing their limits and end up either sick or in the hospital. It’s a recipe for disaster. They NEED exposure so they can learn.

— Let’s be real, kids would find a way around a ban through VPNs or other means anyway. We all figured out how to dodge the website blockers at school when we were 12. I doubt this would be any different.

While the fact that one of the killers watched gore on the dark web is indeed concerning, I really feel the spotlight is being shone on entirely the wrong issue here. Their conversations about the murder were all on social media and provided significant proof for the case. What kids need isn’t for adults to try to control them and read everything into their lives, it’s for adults to communicate with them and make them feel comfortable enough to talk to them when they have a problem. And that’s ignoring the, you know, whole transphobia thing.

(Sorry to write a dissertation in your inbox but despite my deepest sympathies and compassion for Esther seeing people put any stock into her awful, awful idea when that’s so clearly not the problem does quite frustrate me and I need everyone to know just how illogical it is)

I don’t need to add anything to that besides saying this line of argument is very similar to the people who campaign for an internet where no one can be anonymous, it puts so many additional people at risk.

Thanks for taking the time to share!

[rrxnjun]

annoying (derogatory). ldh

pairing: lee donghyuck x fem! reader genre: college au, halloween au | crack(?), fluff wc: 3k (2.920) warnings: too much alcohol, kind of rushed and very stupid a/n: i know its technically not halloween anymore but this idea came to me this morning and i just had to write it. haven't posted anything in a while and i missed writing a lot <3 also thank you @decembermoonskz and @yaesnovels for the help with this fic!

you arrive at a halloween party only to find out your biggest nightmare came true in real life: you accidentally wear matching couple outfits with your biggest enemy. or where annoying (derogatory) turns into annoying (affectionate).

Black skinny jeans, blue jean button-up, black shoes and a tacky black coat. Your eyes meet with none other than your main enemy, a shit-eating grin slowly creeping at his face making you freeze in your spot and arch your back like an angry cat when you realise a fact that is immediately confirmed by the snicker coming from behind your ear.

“Your couple costume is so good guys, didn’t know you were dating-”

“Jeno, shut the fuck up. You know damn well this is not a couple costume,” you mutter, not liking the fact that your friend is feeding into this situation.

“Oh,” Jeno blinks, faking a surprise, “but he’s Edward. And… you’re Bella… isn’t it a couple costume, then?” he asks, pouting, acting lost in thought.

“No, it’s not-”

“Just admit that you planned this all along, Y/N,” Donghyuck grins, “you wanted to match with me, obviously.”

“I did not! I didn’t even know you’re going as Edward. If I knew, I wouldn’t have gone as Bella, for fuck’s sake,” you mourn in agony, hating the Halloween party you were invited to already, solely for the fact that you’re accidentally wearing couple costumes with the guy you hate the most on this earth. 

Lee Donghyuck has been on your death wishlist for as long as you’ve known him. His annoying (derogatory) attitude and the confidence he radiates was already a hint for you that you wouldn’t like him when you first met him at university, but it was only solidified on one sunny day when he made fun of your haircut. Yeah, it might have been a bad, terrible haircut– you can even admit that– but he really didn’t have to call you Dora the explorer every time he saw you at campus until your hair didn’t grow back. Yes, this was the exact situation that made you hate the guy more than you hate anything in this world. Some would say you’re petty. You just think you’re being reasonable.

“I talked about it in the groupchat!” Hyuck exclaims, referencing the Whatsapp group chat you’re both in because of mutual friends.

“Well, I have your number blocked so I don’t have to read your annoying messages every morning,” you snap, seeing Donghyuck only smile at your frustrated figure, making you more annoyed.

“I’ll have you know, Ryujin enjoys my good morning texts,” he smugly proclaims, shrugging.

“Yeah,” you nod, “because she lacks common sense,” you add, seeing the man in front of you snicker at your nasty remark, loving the sight of you all worked up and frustrated.

“Don’t be mean,” he says, “I thought that was my job. Or, at least, that’s what you told me when I called you Dora-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, not this again,” you roll your eyes at him, not wanting to see the look on his face he always has when he teases you. “See? He’s being annoying again-” you turn around, wanting to find comfort in Jeno, only to realise he’s no longer watching over your little quarrel, but is standing in the corner of the room with his friends from class instead, drinking out of a small red cup.

Turning back around to see Donghyuck leaning on the kitchen counter, hands resting at the very top, you try hard to ignore the grin on his face. Catching him eyeing you from head to toe, you furrow your brows and shake your head in disapproval. “Stop staring at me, weirdo.”

“Just wanting to see if you’ve done a better job than me, that’s all.”

“Yeah, sure,” you sigh, walking over to the kitchen counter, looking for a cup that would contain something you’d enjoy drinking– because you can’t even smell vodka without wanting to physically carve your stomach out of your body (you’d call this reflex your bad flashbacks from war)– Donghyuck’s voice lands into your ear once again, possibly the effect of his figure standing so close to yours.

“Chill out already, would you? Let’s dance,” he says, pointing his chin towards the living room, resonating with roaring music and filled with various other people from your university, all dressed in costumes. A rumor has it that Johnny-- the host-- was kicking out everyone that came without one, and with how much this guy loves Halloween, you don't even try to doubt the information.

You huff, laughing at Hyuck's proposal. “I would rather die than to dance with you, Lee Donghyuck.”

Silence– well, to a certain extent, with the loud EDM music playing in the background– overtakes the two of you after your response, your eyes still searching through the sea of alcohol poured in various red cups over on the kitchen counter, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Do these people really not drink anything other than vodka and cheap beer? Sighing in disappointment, almost reaching for the beer– because everything’s better than vodka– a hand holding a single red cup comes into your rear point of vision, making you look up at your silent companion in confusion.

Taking the cup into your hand and sniffing, your eyes meet your supposed enemy, to which he expressionlessly says: “Rum and coke. I know vodka makes you puke.”

“Thanks,” you say, hesitantly taking a sip and averting your gaze from the male, taken aback by his sudden act of service.

“Will you dance with me now?”

Sighing, you shoot him a glance, seeing the shit-eating grin appearing on his face again, making your blood boil at unreachable heights. “I will kill you tonight, Hyuck.”

“We’ll see about that, spider monkey.”

“Oh, you two look amazing together-”

“We’re not a couple,” you cut off the stranger passing you by on your walk down the street, sighing to yourself.

A few drinks, screams at the top of your lungs on the dance floor and selfies in your Halloween costumes later, you two and another few friends– the most sober ones of the group– were sent on a McDonald’s run. You argued that you could just order pizza, or that you could just get Postmates, but Jisung got too drunk to remember how it works and insisted on you getting it personally, because, quote, the stranger could eat his chicken wings, and, well, Jeno can never say no to Jisung, so… here you are.

“Not gonna lie, dudes,” Mark says, laughing to himself, “the disgusted look on Y/N’s face every time she has to explain this to someone is the only thing keeping me going right now.”

“I’m glad that at least someone is having fun,” you mutter under your breath.

“Who said he was the only one? I am enjoying this,” Donghyuck snickers, walking by your side as if to annoy you even further. Every time his hand accidentally brushes against yours as you walk– because even though you’re the most sober of the group, the amount of rum and cokes you’ve drank tonight is still enough to make you walk a little to the side– makes you want to turn around on your heel and scream into an endless void full of your misery. 

Every time you see the man next to you grin with his perfect pearly whites, the hairs on your arms stand up in nerves, your stomach feels funny and the pit on the very bottom of it only deepens. You’ve never felt this much frustration, annoyance and anger towards someone. Normally, you’re a pretty chill person– it’s just that Lee Donghyuck is a menace to society and to yourself twice as much. 

Walking into the McDonald’s that’s luckily only a few streets away from Johnny’s house, you stand in line and wait for your turn to finally order the endless list of meals the group waiting back at the party managed to stick together. Looking around, seeing a long line of teenagers dressed in various costumes, you find a new sense of appreciation for humanity. Isn’t it funny how once a year, we dress as someone else for one day just because we feel like it? Humans are actually pretty cute, if you think about it.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t notice Donghyuck talking to someone that’s standing behind him. His words blur in your tipsy mind, allowing yourself to relax for just a bit and calm down before you have to carry the bags with food down the street again, back to the party, when the words girlfriend and Bella startle you awake.

“Yeah, it took me so long to convince her to come as Bella, ‘cause she always refuses to watch the movies with me, but she loves me too much, so she finally agreed-”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Donghyuck?” you ask, not even having enough energy to scream at him anymore, just furrowing your brows in resignance. 

“Don’t mind her, she gets a little grumpy when she’s drunk, right, sweetie?” Hyuck grins at you as he puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The smell of his showergel mixed with the cologne he uses– strawberries and coconut with just a hint of pinewood– hits your nose, making you swim in a weird sense of comfort and jumpiness. You once told him he uses too much cologne. He joked that it was so you would notice him, but ever since, the smell of his cologne has become less prominent, the sweet mix of strawberries and coconut making itself more known to your nose every time he was close to you in any way.

“We’re not even dating…” you lock eyes with the stranger dressed like Batman as you sigh, seeing the confusion in his hooded eyes when they jump from your figure to Donghyuck’s close to each other in a comfortable embrace.

Standing in the line at McDonald’s, various grinning teenagers pointing towards you two and telling you what a cute couple you are, you grow tired of explaining to them that your matching costumes are a mere coincidence. And with Lee Donghyuck sabotaging your every attempt at getting it straight and telling everyone that you actually hate your supposed other half, it becomes impossible to spread your truth, and so you just eventually stop trying.

Drinking so much the world is spinning and you feel hot in your cheeks, talking in the kitchen with Jaemin, Jeno and (ignoring) Donghyuck, you feel like this evening couldn’t get any better. You see, you may sound like an alcoholic right now, but the more rum and coke you drink, the less you mind Hyuck’s annoying teasing and the bad music choices from the resident DJ Jungwoo. You asked him to play Pitbull twice. He refused both times, and if that’s not a sign of a bad DJ, you don’t know what is.

Laughing at a joke Jaemin made, you momentarily lock eyes with Hyuck before you jump up in surprise at a loud scream coming from behind your back.

“Bella! Where the hell have you been, loca?!” 

Turning around, you see a tall man with a wig on, wearing the most ratchet outfit cut out of a 2009 movie– there was no doubt, this was none other than Xiao Dejun dressed as Jacob from Twilight. Laughing at the whole situation– because there’s nothing else you’re able to do now, after realising that the three of you accidentally wore the costumes of a love triangle without knowing the other’s intentions, you watch as the man replicates the scene from the movie and runs towards you to pick you up into a spinning hug.

“This is getting ridiculous,” you giggle when he puts you on the ground.

“Why? You didn’t plan this?” he asks, seemingly not knowing about the rivalry between you and Hyuck as his eyes dance from him to you, seeing you shake your head in disapproval.

“Don’t listen to him if he tries to tell you otherwise, but no, we did not plan this,” you laugh, seeing Dejun join you in the little moment of you slowly going crazy. 

“Well, that’s just great, because that means I can drag you to the dancefloor without Edward here getting mad at me!” Dejun yelps as he physically drags you to the living room by your right hand, body swaying to the beat of the never-stopping EDM music playing through the speakers. You don’t really remember you and Dejun being this close, you only had a few classes with him last semester, but it seems that the alcohol level in your blood is no longer letting you have any barriers tonight. Eyes shortly switching to the kitchen– completely subconsciously, really– you notice Donghyuck staring at the two of you with a cold look, jaw clenched. It only adds to the costume of Edward, you’d say, since you don’t remember the man having any other expressions in the movie, but the sight of Hyuck looking like that makes you a little taken aback, since you’ve never seen him with this face before.

“Are you sure you two didn’t come together? ‘Cause Edward Cullen over there looks a little jealous, if I may say so myself,” Dejun screams into your ear, making you roll your eyes at the comment.

“Don’t mind him,” you shake your head, “we hate each other.”

Dejun’s eyes widen at your last sentence, surprise overtaking his features. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” you snicker, “he called me Dora the explorer for two months after I got a really bad haircut, I can’t stand that guy,” you laugh, seeing Dejun only snicker as he takes your right hand and rises it towards the ceiling, urging you to twirl for him like a ballerina. 

“Well, that’s understandable,” he laughs, “even I’d hate him for that, if I was in your place.”

When the song ends and Dejun finds another familiar face in the corner of the living room, you find yourself sitting on the abandoned sofa in the middle of the room, finally letting yourself take deep breaths and try to force your head to stop spinning. Fanning your face before you take off your statement Bella zip-up hoodie, you let your eyes rest for a moment as you notice the sharp pain in your left temple– the first sign that you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight. Telling yourself you’re only gonna stay until you don’t feel a bit better, you try to force your brain to not shut off, before a painful slap to your thigh startles you awake as the sofa dips next to you with the weight of another figure. 

“You okay?” you hear the all too familiar voice of none other than tonight’s Edward Cullen. After so many hours of being around him, you don’t even hate it as much anymore– in the loud screaming of the evening, you’d even consider it a safe haven.

Humming in agreement as you nod, you notice his hand on your thigh lightly massaging the spot he slapped before, the touch of his hand burns your clothed skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You want some water?” he asks, but as you shake your head to say no, there’s not a single thought in your head as you focus on the motion of his fingers on your leg, thinking of how you’ve never seen him so caring before, making you believe that maybe if he wasn’t so annoying towards you, you wouldn’t hate him as much. 

“Do you want to go home?” he asks again, making you want to curse at him for breaking the silence (well, not really, since the havoc is still happening and the music is still playing), but instead, you only hum and cover his hand on your thigh with your palm, not even thinking about your actions. The danger of drinking is that you never know when the drink you have is the last one that takes you over the edge of having fun to being absolutely fucking miserable, and you think that the one you had right before Dejun dragged you to the dance floor was exactly the one doing just that.

“In a bit. Want my head to stop spinning so much first,” you say, letting your head drop onto his shoulder, enjoying the calmness of the situation after the stress and loudness of the whole night.

The smell of strawberries and coconut overtakes the smell of alcohol lingering in the room, calming your senses and making you wonder why you never gave Hyuck a chance before. It’s not like he was wrong about the haircut, after all… 

“I’m team Edward, just by the way,” Donghyuck mumbles into your ear, making you snicker. To think you were considering that he wasn’t so bad just a few seconds ago…

“You know, Hyuck, I’m starting to think you’re an actual vampire, with how you’re sucking out my energy the whole evening,” you mutter, hearing the boy laugh at your comment before his tone turns suggestive as he leans even closer to your ear.

“Maybe I can suck your neck instead, like an actual vampire, you know-”

Feeling hot in your cheeks from the comment that just escaped from between his lips, hating the way it made you feel all funny in your stomach, you sigh and move away from him, standing up from the sofa in urgency. “I’m actually going to kill you, you know-”

“Oh, come on,” he giggles, taking you by your hand and dragging you back down to the sofa, “sit for a bit and then I’ll walk you home, okay? I was only joking…” he says, seeing you roll your eyes, but your body slides deeper into the sofa cushions, getting comfortable. “Unless…?” 

Yeah, never mind. Lee Donghyuck is still the most annoying (affectionate) human being you’ve ever met in your whole, entire life.

#nct #haechan #donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream #haechan fluff #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #donghyuck fluff #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct dream x reader #haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #haechan imagine #haechan scenario #haechan drabble #donghyuck fic #donghyuck drabble #donghyuck imagine

[y2ku]

HELLO, HELLO...

This just in.

A fabulous Y2K Boo just slipped off the edges of Instagram and just became your latest source of Gossip

You may believe i'm just some squeez in a basement, or some bored suburbian trash, or maybe even someone on the outside looking in. 

Here's the tea.

One thing about being on the inside. Once you get there you don't allways get to choose where you stand... sometimes you need to take a step outside, clear your head and remind yourself of who you are and venture out into the real world.

Good Morning from your newest arrival, yours trully, my name is D.

Todays rendezvous, the 1st of many will be about Social Media, and the power it holds on people, children, media, status, fame, politics and mental health, etc, you know it.

And so by it's definition, in case you haven't realised and had to do a quick search, Instagram, "it's a platform to showcase talents, build a personal brand, and promote businesses. It offers visual inspiration and the opportunity to engage with like-minded individuals and brands."

Can you relate? Great. Neither can anyone.

Are you and Insta Scroller or a Facebook Babe? Take THIS in.

Social Media platforms like Instagram, Whatsapp and Facebook are on the Top 10 List of Social Media with most active users. 

Did you know Zuckerberg Bae's are on the top with 2.11 billion active daily typers. Half of them are probably your kids. 

What? You think you're not old to have your own spawn?

I am 25. Remember that.

(By now, and don't lie to me, you checked the notification bar twice, at least, or are you maybe checking as i speak? Rude)

Fuelled by numbers and translated into graphics, the internet has done it's job and came back to me with usefull intel.

Half of SMU's (Social Media Users) are bellow 45 years, and I the less searched categories are "Usefull Content" and "Relevant". Yes Boomers. Right back at you. One of the most searched though is informative content. Of how recent studies (Tik Tok misinformation) came to us once again as proof of nothing.

Most of the posts portrayed in all the 10 categories provided by Statista.com (Thank you Gurl *wink* 💋) are a departure from tge category.

You see where i'm trynnna get?

Internet and Technology where bounded to us with the purposes of communication, information and as intelligente working tool, not just to lounge.

We have at tip of our hands one of the most powerful tools ever made, and you're gonna waste it on posting a hot tip about your breakfast? What does that say about you? Will it flop? Will they laugh? Or worst... God forbid, be cancelled.

Are these the things you think b4 posting?

These websites can be addictive, promote body dismorphia, anxiety and contribute to FOMO (yeah. we all have it gurl. pipe down)

Babez here, is trynna tell you to go live your life. 

As I speak, more Innocent fools, maybe like yourself, are having their lives ruined by Social Media.

Yess henny, FOMO, you are already missing out, on your friends, a lovelly walk, or just the simple pleasure of recognising a familiar face. Tik Tok Tik Tok Y2K'rs, your time is running on the clock for a golden press.

Dissociation from reality can be set apart of all this, but if you think it over, it can really mean something much more deeper than to pass time.

Buckle up Peeps, this is a thing, its a study made by Sarah McQuate in University Of Washington.

Okay in short. We are as a young population very shamed about allways being on our phones, right?

That has a reason. Like when you read a good source of Hot Goss 💅🏻, or a book if you're into it, you can get lost in it right?

Think with me, we all read bad books, but everybody with me "BOOKS ARE THE SHIT".

THINK about all the unproofed misinformation gathering about in SM, compact it, and all it's negative effects, cut a few lines of text, add the caption and voilá! Years of mental instability and a prolonged sence of Dissociation while navigating your Socials (Stay off your phone will you read this.)

The reason we do it tho. 

Social Media was not made to maximise what humans value. Period.

Quoting, yet another associated Researcher to this project, Amanda Baughan:

•"social media platforms are designed to keep people scrolling. When we are in a dissociative state, we have a diminished sense of agency, which makes us more vulnerable to those designs and we lose track of time. These platforms need to create an end-of-use experience, so that people can have it fit in their day with their time-management goals.”

(I'll leave the study here jic, https://www.washington.edu/news/2022/05/23/people-enter-a-dissociative-state-when-using-social-media/ ).

Looking at a laptop or a cell all day is bad, but doing that for the Socials, henny, it's soo 2015.

It's killing your mind, your hangouts, your friends mental stability and your kids (Don't).

And for an afterthought, Social Media Content Creators, as an Artiste (Clock the Work), the freedom of speech that you hand out, is overrated.

Because now, not just massive corporations have a platform, we all do, and if we could hold hem accountable for every cyberbully, every rover, every mean girl, social media would be a hostable party might i say 🤷🏻

Go watch the following video too! https://youtu.be/wQdcCiVb59g?si=pefj5yngsodJF4tV

For as long hot updates, drama and chaos are on check, nobody cares, right?

Its fine as long as you post a pic or send a mean text.

It won't even phase you.

You stash your lockscreen away and fade into all the negativity you absorved from the radiocative toothorn on your pocket.

Maybe some photo you saw.

Some post about a douche bashing something or someone relating to you.

Maybe a text some coward sent u, cause dude ain't got balls for shit.

In my day, i had to take the crap right to my face, but you know what it taught me outside of the Webz?

Worry not Y2K readers, in a world full of shade, if it hits you, it means you'll shine through.

And as for me?

It takes two to tango, but only me to talk.

Get used to it,

-D

#y2k users #y2k #youtube #hello #y2ku #gossip #social media #so hot 🔥🔥🔥

[she-lives-in-her-dreams]

Swipe City: Part 3 Chatting

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not know any celebrity appearing in this story. It has been years since I have written anything; so, please be kind.

Warnings: Mention of Age Gap (All parties are of legal age; OC is older), Female pronouns used (purely because I’m female and using some of my life experiences as inspiration.)

           After finishing their lunch and confirming a boys’ night at Reece’s, the group splits up. Christian quickly makes his way home wanting to be in the privacy of his own place before opening the message. 

          He settles onto his couch and takes a deep breath. He has no idea why he is acting this way over a girl –woman— he doesn’t know and has never spoken to. Christian tries to center his energy into calmness as he enters his phone’s password and clicks on the message notification.

Y/N: Hey, Chris. Too funny meeting another American on here. Glad to know that you think my low-key hobbies are something we have in common. :) I might let the lack of dog having slide if you happen to be good with dogs in general. :D 

Christian laughs at the response. Apparently the beautiful woman is just as low-key and silly as he is. 

Chris: Good to know! I am VERY GOOD with animals. Back in the States, my family had a dog and I’ll have you know, I was his FAVORITE person!   

Y/N: What type of dog? Do you have pictures of him!?!?!  🐕

Christian laughs at the quick response and quickly sorts through his phone looking for a picture of Timone that wouldn’t give away his identity. Finally, he finds one of Timone sleeping. He crops the photo to remove the family pictures in the background and sends it to Y/N.

Y/N: He is adorable! How old is he?

Christian laughs again. The woman doesn’t seem to care about his job or what he looks like–she just wants pictures of his dog. 

Christian grins mischievously as he write his reply. 

Chris: He is around 7 years old. What about you? Do you have a dog for bonus points?  

Y/N:  Picture

Y/N: I guess I am earning all the bonus points considering my boy is the cutest damn dog ever. His name is Charlie, and he is 13 years old. I went through a lot with immigration to get him here, but it was so worth it. 

Chris: Charlie is a handsome boy. I guess you are winning in the points category!  😜

As the two continue chatting, Christian finds that the conversation flows easily as it moves from dogs to movies to books to cooking. He notes curiously that not once do either bring up why they moved to London or work.  Eventually Christian looks up at the clock and realizes they have been chatting for 2 hours–he never texts with anyone that long, not even his mother.  He has good feeling about Y/N and decides to make a bold move.

Chris: So, I know we just matched today, but I am really enjoying talking to you. Would you be interested in meeting this week? 

Y/N: I have enjoyed talking to you as well. I would love to meet up this week, but I have one slightly awkward request. 

Christian glances at the message. A request? Does she want to video chat? Is she going to ask him how much money he makes? He tries to push down the panic. 

Chris: What’s that? 

Y/N: Do you mind if we exchange numbers and talk on the phone a bit? I’d like to at least have an idea of what you sound like– I mean you could be 60 years old or 12 years old, and I wouldn’t know. 

Christian breathes a sigh of relief. 

Chris: I didn’t know 60 year olds or 12 year olds could be smooth like me. 

Y/N:  🤨   I don’t know that “smooth” is the correct word for you. 

Chris: Ouch! I’m very smooth! LOL  And absolutely to your request. I mean you could be a 61 year old or an 11 year old.   

Y/N:   🙄 Good thing I’m not. Here is my number 555-555-5554. I use WhatsApp here in London. 

Christian rapidly opens his WhatsApp and creates a new account to ensure his identity remains hidden then adds Y/N information into his contacts. 

Deciding to jump right in, Christian messages her on WhatsApp. 

Christian: Hey, it’s Chris from the dating app. How are you?

Y/N: Hi, Chris. I’m still good like I was when I was messaging you 3 minutes ago. 😂

Christian blushes and tries to think of something witty to say but nothing comes to mind. His phone buzzes with another message.

Y/N: I need to leave in about 15 minutes to run errands but would you want to talk for a few minutes now? 

Christian grins but doesn’t reply; instead choosing to click on the voicecall feature.  A feminine voice answers. 

“Hey stranger.” 

Christian laughs then replies “Hey, Y/N. How’s your day?” before smacking himself in the face. There was that question again.

Y/N’s laughter chimes through the phone. “And you think you are smooth. But it’s going good. How is yours?”

Well, at least she didn’t hang up on me. Christian thinks.  “Pretty good now that I get to hear your beautiful voice.” 

“Okay, okay, Romeo. That was pretty smooth.”  

The two chat for a bit deciding to arrange a lunch date for two days from now. Christian isn’t sure of himself or Y/N’s expectations but decides to put himself out there. 

“Now that we have agreed on a day and time. I’ll plan the date, if that’s okay with you?”  Christian says softly. 

Y/N’s silence makes him think he has made the wrong choice. They both start to speak at the same time, but Christian tells her to continue.  

 “That would be great, actually. Sorry, I was just a little surprised given your age that you would think to plan the date.” Y/N breathes out. 

Christian grins. HE surprised her and she seemed to enjoy it. “Well, my mother would probably beat my ass if I told her I asked a pretty woman out and didn’t put effort into planning something.” 

The both laugh at his comment. Though it’s only been a few minutes of talking, Christian feels like regardless of if she ends up being someone he dates or not, they could be great friends. 

“I have to go, unfortunately. I need to get this stuff done. If you are up for it, we can talk later.” Y/N tells him.

“Sounds great. Be careful out there. The weather is suppose to suck later.” Christian responds

 Y/N confirms she knows about the impending rain and that she will have her rain jacket. They bid their goodbyes and hang up. 

Christian happily flops back on his couch. Today is going to be a good day.

@breakablehcaven​ @mllynne​

#christian pulisic fanfic #mason mount #reece james #jude bellingham #kai havertz #soccer fanfiction #futbol fanfiction #fanfiction #football imagine #fooball imagine × reader

[racinggirl]

The F1 group chat is officially up and running! We made it on whatsapp, so if you’re interested in joining, let me know and I’ll add you once you’ve sent me your phone number ❤️🫶🏽🏎️

Either in my private messages or my askbox (anonymously if you don’t want people to link your Tumblr to you as a person, I respect privacy).

Side note: I will never publish the phone numbers I recieve, it’s safe with me 🫶🏽

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fandom #f1 fans #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #checo perez #sebastian vettel #lance stroll #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #fernando alonso #esteban ocon #valtteri bottas #zhou guanyu #nicolas latifi #alex albon #lewis hamilton #george russell #mick schumacher #kevin magnussen #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #nyck de vries #oscar piastri #nico hulkenberg #logan sargeant

[sunmontuewrites]

Today was a teacher only day, so I had Max and Wax with me at my office. Max had organised to go to the new Spiderman movie with friends so at 11am I left work to drop him off and then work the rest of the day from home.

On the way my phone rang, but I'm driving so I didn't answer and Wax declined the call for me so it would go to voicemail and we could continue our conversation.

With Max deposited with his friends I go into a bookstore with Wax to listen to the message left. But first I have to set up my phone voicemail and add a PIN. Okay. Sure.

The message, when I finally get to it, is from my dad's Meals on Wheels service. They'd like me to call them back asap and leave a 9 digit number and then a 5 digit extension. It is not the number that has appeared on my phone.

I am at a food court in a mall and trying to get lunch for Wax and now trying to figure out how to memorise this number to call it back when my phone rings.

"When the driver went to deliver your dad's lunch today yesterday's lunch was still there."

Heart stops.

Stomach to the floor.

Sudden gasp and immediate tears brimming.

"We knocked and there was no answer, and we rang, and there was no answer."

Me: Okay. Thanks for letting me know. I'm just around the corner and will go visit.

I ring him and get no answer. I message him on his phone, through Messenger and also through WhatsApp.

I still need to get food. And then drive. And then let Hubs and my brother know.

Just in case.

I get to my dad's house and I have forgotten my keys. I bang on the front door. No answer so I walk around to the back door which is unlocked.

I call out and I get an answer.

He's okay. Alive. Not well. But alive.

He's 78 and very resistant to his 40+ year old children telling him what to do. He tells me he's made an appointment to see the doctor on Tuesday (Monday is a public holiday).

I want him to see a doctor today. His leg does NOT look good. I have a friend (Uncle Max in fact) who is a GP so I message him... This convinces my dad to go to the emergency room. He's now got antibiotics and a follow up appointment.

All's well that ends well.

Except he's forgetting his medications and is also forgetting things in the short term. So I have emailed to start the assessment process to get him some home help if we can...

#scary times #but a happy ending #but still an emotional rollercoaster of a day

[alexcaldownapier]

Other Shoots, below-the-line

Alongside my main projects, I helped out on a couple of the other test shoots. I was a gaffer on St Catherine's and for the cinema scene of Tim, Sean, Mira and Mars; the script supervisor for Popper (working title) and sound recordist for the same scene of T, S, M & M.

booming in the background

All these shoots taught me little lessons at the same time as letting me help out some friends. On St Catherine's, I got a good practice of using my big blackout material to control natural light before the KEEPER test shoot later that week. It also helped me realise how not to add light to an outdoor scene. I was holding a small rotolight just off screen for the mediums and close-ups and while it does a good job of adding contrast and boosting levels on a cloudy day, the light quality is too hard so I should've been further back or used more diffusion to stop it from looking like sunlight on a rainy day. Something to keep in mind for my practice going forward.

On Tim, Sean, Mira and Mars, I had a lot fun setting lights with some of my suggestions being taken on by Aimee which was nice. Then I had some more sound recording practice with dialogue and a lav mic which helps me to get the muscle memory down for when I'm recording for Where Currents Meet next term.

Script supervising is something I've never done before, so Popper let me try something totally different and get a wider understanding of a film set from a less directly creative role. It is also always interesting to watch a more experienced DoP like Leo work.

I'm also really glad that I got to be a small part of these films as they're all cracker. I'll be coming on the main shoot for St Catherine's as a Gaffer which I'm over the moon about as it is one of the projects I was kicking myself for not getting a HoD role on. And for the others, I'm sure I'll be on set to help in any way they need (hopefully more gaffing and sound recording).

During the Shortscape film festival in September, I met a number of the ECA film students and we set up a lil whatsapp group so we could find collaborators and it is starting to pick up so there's also a chance I'll be working on a couple of the ECA sets next term and meeting a whole 'nother bunch of lovely creative film people.

#final project research #keeper #where currents meet

[patriciavetinari]

I don't want to sully that post about following a path leading to many other paths but as a person struggling with social life and career and milestones and hobbies and literally everything, I am a bit jaded and want to add that all of the useful posts like that are truly, really great and have good advice but one thing I often see missing is that some part of your success with any of the paths and threads or opportunities or what you call them will always be just dumb luck and random circumstance.

You can go to the same library every week-month, diligently, keeping your attitude open and friendly, keeping eyes open for opportunities, but it might be dumb luck that something will pop up, or it might not. Or you get evicted – actually not even for something bad you did, your landlord will just want to sell the house all of a sudden and obviously you can't afford it, so you move somewhere and now that library is 2 hours from you and you have start over in a local one.

Or you do sign up for a class and have a good time and meet really nice people and overcome some of your anxieties and propose you keep in touch over common interests and they agree and decide to make a whatsapp group on the last day of that class and lo and behold, they forgot to get your number. Some wires got crossed or someone thought someone else added you and you part ways and it's dumb luck that it didn't work out. You don't know their surnames or socials so you're heartbroken. That's a real story, not a made up guy to get mad at. No one is an asshole at fault here, it was just a shitty little thing that happened because of shitty luck.

Sometimes you do your best, you follow the best advice, work hard and put in real effort and it just doesn't pay off. Or you have to sit down and talk yourself into how it paid off in some other way, at least you had fun. Dumb luck is important. Dumb luck or lack of it, paired with your own personal circumstances like poverty or disability can be devastating. Sometimes you have to work twice as hard to get half as far.

However.

That's not a reason to give up on paths. You keep going. Find things you like. Say something nice to a person you like – it doesn't matter if you end up best friends or you never see each other. Dumb luck accounts for a lot but persistence accounts for more. Sometimes you will fish for days, weeks, months or even years with no result (all while someone else doing exactly the same thing fishes out hundreds of fishes driving you insane with envy) and you will feel cursed or hopeless but that's the dumb luck.

And the only way to beat the odds is to keep going.

#life #patricia's penmanship

[hetboekdeslevens]

Taking a Walk Through History: My Amazing Experience on a Guided Walking Tour

Are you bored and want to explore things? Rest assured, I will give you some ideas to make your days fun! In August, I decided to try a walking tour in Malang. I was searching for one, and I stumbled across @jelajahmalang_. I immediately contacted the contact person through WhatsApp. For registration, you only need to pay Rp5000/person. You will get further info about the trip on D-1. What about the cost of the tour? I've got you covered, lads! The paying system is pay as you wish. You can do this after the tour is over. As easy as it gets, all the transaction can be done using QRIS. So, don't worry cashless besties!

The tour started at 08:00 am. The contact person will give the contact number of the tour guide to set a place to meet. The journey began at Poltekkes Kemenkes Malang, Hutan Malabar, Idjen Boulevard, then Museum Brawijaya. Mbak Dini, our tour guide, explained the history clearly. She was a friendly person too, so we had so much fun with her. She took our photos together as well!

After strolling for hours in the sun, we were exhausted. So, we decided to try a legendary handmade ice cream in Idjen. You can always go to "Es Krim Wilis" for a delicious dessert. The price range around Rp20.000 per piece. It offers different flavors, including chocolate and raisin. However, some variants may contain rum. So, if you are not allowed to consume it you can always ask the shopping assistant there. Another pro tip to consume this ice cream is consume it right away! it easily melt but I can guarantee you it worth single penny that you spend.

The time for us to have fun was done around 11 am. The starting and closing point is the same. It was in Richeese Factory Idjen. We were starving so we decided to eat lunch together in @cacaodrinkofficial. It is located in Taman Gayem. The price range for the drinks starts from Rp10.000. Here you won't only find beverages but also food to eat. For a bowl of chili spicy oil noodle and 2 pieces of wonton you have to pay Rp15.000. It is such a steal! Don't worry if you cannot handle spicy food you can request without adding the chili oil or having it separated, so you can add it to your own liking.

In recap, we enjoyed our walking tour that day! You may try this by yourself or with your loved ones! I'd love to join the other walking tour destination.

I hope this article helps anyone who wants to try walking tour in Malang. If you have any questions or want to share your experience, please let me know! I guess, until then, fellas! Thank you for reading xo.

#trip #photography #places to visit

[sparkles-oflight]

Have I ever told you, you are like Dopamin? - CHAPTER 2 - Plastika

Master Post | Chapter 1

Author's note: Hello, hello! Welcome to chapter two 🙃 I hope you enjoy this one!

Word count (according to Word): 5334 words

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It’s 11 am. I am well rested, I’ve drunk my coffee, and I’ve done everything I needed to do – well at least according to my to-do list. I’m just so glad the meeting wasn’t early like yesterday. I hate to wake up early in the morning and I hate every and any interaction when I’m in a “half-sleep” state.

I walk up to the studio and notice it’s already open. Nace must have arrived earlier to open it.

Or so I thought.

I placed my stuff in the meeting room, and as I walking up to the recording room, I hear guitars, bass, drums, and even voices.

- “Waiting for the rain to wash away” – I heard Francisca’s voice – “Everything the shadow dancers say”.

They seemed to be singing “Carpe Diem”, so I entered the room where Todd was listening to them sing.

- “As we light up with the fall of dusk”.

- “We'll play our love against your hate” – Bojan kept it going while also playing the guitar - “Don't you count on us to let you win today”.

I saw her slowly waving at me.

- “Let me hear you say”!

- “We'll dance and play until the stars fade”. – both sang together.

-  Ah-ah – Jan would try to sing my back vocals.

- “Across the sky, we're writing our names”.

-  Ah-ah. – I also sang along, but they couldn’t hear me.

- “Got no regrets, we want it all”. – Bojan sang solo this time.

- “Got no regrets, we want it all”. – and she followed right after.

- “Won't count the hours 'til the sunrise”.

- “Got no regrets, we want it all”. – they truly sounded like a powerful duo with their voice and pitch matching so well.

- “Let's leave a mark before our goodbyes” – and they joined their voices together once more – “Because we're only fully alive this moment in time”. – and I just sang along with them from where I was - “No mountain we can't climb”.

- “We danced and played until the sun came” – and once more, it was just Bojan’s voice as the instruments quieted down – “Writing a story using our names”.

And slowly I saw him turning his head towards Francisca. He held her hand, smiling.

- “About a generation not afraid to seize the day”… - and it was all quiet.

When their eyes met, it truly felt like the song, from Bojan’s perspective, meant more than just a “party like crazy” song. From my perspective…it was different. The truth is that Bojan doesn’t sound the same when he sings in English…there’s something lacking there. And I think Francisca does bring up that something. Both their voices are very similar, and she does have a weaker control over it, sure. However, she excels in interpretation, especially in English…

- Nice. – Nace grabbed a bottle of water – I need to have a break.

- Kris! – she said putting her headphones down.

I walked into the room they were in. She was smiling at first, but quickly that smile vanished as she remembered our past interactions…

- Hey everyone! I can’t believe everyone actually got here early.

- Actually, you are the only one late. – Maček said while picking up his lighter.

- Wait, what?

- We started two hours ago… - she said.

- Why am I the only one who doesn’t know about this? Again?

- Wait, you are telling me you are not in the group chat? – the cat boy said.

- I am… Did you kick me out of the SSF group chat!?

- No, I mean the Joker Out group chat on WhatsApp.

- We have a WhatsApp group now?

And at that moment I heard a notification from my pocket. I looked at my phone and saw: “Douch bag from TikTok has added you to ‘Collab’ group”.

- I might have forgotten to add you – said the Douch Bag, Bojan.

- Very funny…

- Oh, so that’s why I couldn’t save your number. – Francisca said – I just assumed you had me blocked. – I sure as hell can block her now.

- What were you guys doing? – I asked Nace since both Jure and Jan seemed to be out of the room.

- We were trying to figure out her singing key and rhythm.

- We don’t need to change a lot since her voice pitch is very similar to Bojan’s. They both seem to sing in similar keys.

- We were experimenting with Carpe Diem since it’s a song that she can sing well pretty much with no problems. – Nace was back to speaking Slovenian to me, so I looked at the couple who seemed to not be paying attention to what had been said – It’s just easier to experiment this way. You can play now. Bojan was just filling in for your position.

I walked up to those two and grabbed Bojan’s guitar.

- This is mine now.

- What?

- I’ll have it now. – I smiled at him – I’m the guitarist, after all.

- Oh, yeah. Sure, man. – he gave me the guitar and went towards Nace – I’m going outside. Wanna join?

- Yeah, no problem.

- And you? – he asked Francisca.

- I’m fine. I would rather not have to inhale the smell of smoke right now.

Both of them laughed as they left.

I was fidgeting with my rings and hands, and every time I played a cord, the sound just wouldn’t come out…

- So… - she said as she sat down.

But then she stopped. She started rocking in her chair with no idea of what to say. I tried to get the guitar the way I wanted but instead, I only got more nervous because nothing was going how I wanted. Eventually, I actually let a grunt out. That is the second time it has happened when I was next to her. Her stare alone can be pretty annoying.

She looked nervous as if she wanted to say something.

- What?

- I didn’t want to say anything…because you surely know more than I do…but…

- But what?

- Your guitar is unplugged. – I looked at it and I saw it – When you grabbed the guitar, the cord fell.

- Are you shitting me? – I sighed.

- That’s why, no matter how much you raised the volume, it was not working as it should.

- Thanks…I got that. - I resigned.

- No problem… and…

I looked at her.

- Nothing…

- What?

- It’s really none of my business but… you really have beautiful hands…

- And?

- As someone with small hands, I really like them. Also, I like to draw! And hands really do provide some of the best shapes in art.

- You draw?

- Yeah…I could draw you someday…

- I see you two get along. – Matej’s voice entered the room.

- Well, do we now? – She turned to me.

- I wouldn’t say that. – I said sitting down as well.

- I know Bojan is kinda “taking care” of her, but you know you are the boss in this band.

- I’m not exactly the “boss”. Nobody is.

- And I’m not exactly being “taken care of”. – she cringed at the thought of it – I’m my own person and adult. I would rather not be taken as a baby just for being slightly younger, thanks.

- Sorry about that. – he apologized to her - I’m going to call the rest of the boys. – and just like that he was gone.

- Ah, sorry. I was rude again. – she told me as she took a sip of her water.

- You weren’t exactly rude, just stating what you think.

- Yeah, but I never know when to shut up…honestly. I don’t understand much about social cues…

That seems funny. I thought she had this strong character and knew exactly what she was doing. So…she is just winging it? I guess that makes sense, putting a character on should be easier for her…But it also makes it harder for me to understand and connect with her…because I don’t know who she is. And I don’t know if I’m ready to go through something like that again. Knowing someone who doesn’t want to be honest, but instead prefer to act and put on layers of masks…

- Do you… - but before I could ask anything, I was cut off by the sound of the loud but short guy we all know and love.

- Are we ready for more!? – he said enthusiastically.

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I had Fran next to me…we were both looking for some inspiration, but it’s not easy if no one actually has any idea of what to do…

- I have an idea! – Fran broke the ice after a while of being stuck coming up with a concept.

- I’m all ears. – I told her.

- We want a love story, right?

- Yeah.

- Why don’t we spin a wheel?

- What?

- We spin a wheel with different options on what we want to do for the song’s concept and then we decide what to do.

- Where do you intend to get a wheel? – Kris asked her.

- Online, duh. – she smiled as she got her cell phone from her pocket – There are some templates where you just fill in what are your options, press “spin”, et voilà: you get a randomized answer.

- Let’s do that then! – I told her.

- First, “girl meets boy” or “boy meets girl”?

She wrote both options down and I placed my arm around her comfortably.

- Girl meets boy! – she announced.

- Oh my god, it’s us. – I bopped her nose and she smiled.

- Next, who falls first and the hardest?

The wheel spun once more, and the answer was clear:

- Holy shit, you like me? – I told her.

- Apparently, yes! – she said with a smile and with her hand on her chest.

- But where am I from? North, South, West, or East and central Europe?

- You are…

The answer was convenient:

- East and Central Europe. – I slapped my knee and, ironically, I said:

- Oh, what a coincidence. I know a guy like that!

- I’ll let you decide which country he’s from then.

I stretched my arms because of how offended I was by that question. He’s obviously from:

- Slovenia! – I told her, and she laughed.

- Okay, and the girl is from…- and the wheel spun.

- Ah, if it isn’t my favorite part of Europe: southern Europe. I personally believe she should be from Portugal, the capital of Spain.

- Shush! – she hit me lightly – You are this close to Slovenia becoming the capital of Croatia. – she said showing me her two fingers close to each other.

- That’s pretty and all, but uh… - Jan interjected – what about the actual story?

- Wait, I’ll write a bunch of tropes and see which one gets selected.

She copied and pasted the most popular music tropes onto the wheel.

- “Soulmates” … - Kris read the result out loud.

- Good or bad ending? – she said with a trickster smile.

- “Good ending”.

- That’s settled! – I announced by getting up and stretching! - It’s the beautiful story of a girl… - I ask for her hand, which she gives it – who came from a country bathed by the sun and the ocean to a beautiful country that borders the Mediterranean Sea.

- Slovenia has barely any coastline.

- A beautiful country nonetheless. – I help her get up like she was a lady – She meets a boy – I held her by the waist with one hand and with the other, I took her hand – who’s her soulmate and they fall in love.

She doesn’t directly look at me. Instead, she looked at the other members, in embarrassment, and held onto me as well. And after a dramatic pause, I finally let go of her hand and release a bit of her waist.

- I like the idea! – I said with assertiveness and in a funny tone. She laughed and hugged me sideways.

- Well, that was certainly dramatic. – she sat down again.

- Well, that’s what I live for! Drama! – I did some jazz hands which got her doing the same as me.

- Okay this is good, for you guys – Kris muttered – but lyrics aren’t really what is important right now.

- No… - she said – But now that we have a theme going on, we can research the topic. As a matter of fact…- she looked at me.

- Throughout the past months, the two of us have been talking a lot… and we have both shared songs that remind us of our cultures.

- So, we might have an inspiration for what the vibes of the characters are.

- So… - Kris noted – everything just fell into its place very nicely?

- It’s cool, isn’t it? – I showed some enthusiasm to that gloomy face of his.

But it seemed not to be enough. He has been like this since yesterday. He looks annoyed at how things seem to be going smoothly with Fran’s integration and possibly how quickly they are moving…. And he clearly wanted some time and space alone.

So, I did what any normal person would do.

I jumped on top of him and tickled him until he started hitting me with a pillow and we eventually fell on the drums’ cymbals.

- I HATE YOU! – Kris yelled as he laughed his ass off.

- I LOVE YOU TOO! – I was still on top of him. He tried to fight me off with his hands, which I grabbed and kissed him on the forehead.

I smiled and let my tongue out to mock him.

- ENOUGH! – Matej finally shouted at us. – Do you want to pay for damaged materials?

We looked around us as we sat on the floor, and we saw what we had just done. Everyone was very quiet after our storm… But not for too long… Nace and Fran were looking at each other, red as tomatoes, and they were trying to see who would burst out laughing first.

However, it was Maček the first who snorted. It was loud enough to break those two poker faces.

- “I LOVE YOU TOO” – Nace mimicked me – That was too good! - And the younger had already lost her shit and was laughing on the sofa.

Jan, on the other hand, was covering his face so that we wouldn’t see his expression, but I bet it was priceless. I smiled at Kris.

- Not my fault you have such a kissable face. – I told him in Slovenia since Fran was clearly busier trying to breathe.

I got up and Kris lightly slapped me in the butt as I walked towards the sofa. He barely managed to hit me - he was still gasping for air.

Matej and the whole crew were already fed up with us. So fed up that they had to call in lunch early so we decided to go out for a smoke break outside… It’s starting to get cold though and we’ll have to find an alternative to smoking in the studio since Fran is so sensible to the smell…

- Where do we go to eat today? – Juček asked after he let the smoke of the cigarette out of his lungs.

- Honestly, I’m not sure. – I told him, doing the same thing.

- Cya everyone! – Fran said rushing away from us.

- Where are you going?

- Having lunch with my friend! – she only stopped after reaching a safe distance from our “smoke corner”.

- Do you come back in the afternoon!?

- Obviously, you dumb-dumb ¡Nos vemos!

- What did she say? – Juček wondered.

- She said uh, that she’ll see us, in Spanish, right? – Jan waited for my confirmation.

- Yup.

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The five of us walked up again to that tiny room we were in this morning. We would have to, once again, deal with being stuck and! With a small creature claiming to be a singer, also known as Francisca.

- I can’t believe you brought me to a sandwich place… - Nace complained

- But there were gluten-free options. – Bojan told him.

 - Yeah, but gluten-free bread is *not* the same.

- You are a big boy! – the small annoyance told him, in English, and hugged Nace’s arm – You need carbs!

- “You are a small boy! You need soup!” That’s what my grandma would have said. – and of course, the only one who would say that would be her, Francisca, who walked in.

Bojan immediately hugged her and, this time, he even went for two kisses on the cheeks.

- Two kisses? – I asked.

- Last time Bojan tried to go for three kisses we ended up kissing on the lips. – she pointed it out very casually.

- Do you just kiss twice in Portugal?

- Yup. – she shrugged – So officially, Bojan was the first person to ever kiss me. Even if accidentally.

- Also, she’s so bad at kissing people on the cheek – he mocked her.

- Hey!

- It’s true! You don’t know how to kiss on the cheek, and I find it hilarious. She’s like a child!

- You see why we don’t do it.  – she looked at me and pointed at him.

She ended up sharing the playlist both of them had worked on. And after some back and forth, we even start coming out with some sounds. We even decided to incorporate one extra instrument that Bojan knows how to play: the accordion. Apparently, it was a common sound found in both folklore songs that they had compiled. I personally don’t think the sound of the accordion fits our music style, and we still want to be very truthful to our music style. The problem is, Francisca is not attached to a specific music style, and she likes music experimentation so we also should incorporate that part, but we are struggling a bit with it.

- I have an idea… - she said – my “character” comes to Slovenia, right? What if she brought a sound with her? It doesn’t have to be an instrument.

- Go on… - Bojan told her.

- For example, there’s stuff that reminds me of Portugal, certain sounds such as the guitar, like I told you. – she looked at Jan that nodded back at her – now imagine the sound of her footsteps when she meets the boy. In Portugal, we have this thing called “Portuguese Calçada”.

She pulled up her phone to show how the pavement of some sidewalks is done in Portuguese culture. Different black and white rock squares composed the shapes and drawings on the floor.

- It’s very pretty. – Jan told her.

- Yes, but it’s an endangered art. It’s too dangerous for people that aren’t used to walking on them and don’t expect holes in the floor. Or when it’s raining! This rock is super slippery. Now, see this.

She showed us some shoes with flower patterns sewn onto them.

- These are some shoes we use in typical folklore, there are different types of shoes and materials, but the traditional ones were in wood.

- So, what you are saying is…? – Jan was nearly asleep from the long explanation.

- Imagine the “wind” brings the sound of these shoes hitting the mosaic on the floor. It would be a really good repercussion sound.

- Took you that long just to sa- I was going to make a snarky comment, but I was stopped by our loud “leader”.

- ¡Maravilloso! – Bojan told her.

- ¡Muchas gracias, Bojan!

- Aren’t you Portuguese? – I told her – shouldn’t you refrain from speaking in Spanish?

- You aren’t the only ones allowed to speak multiple languages, obrigado.

We kept listing a bunch of noises and possibilities, Bojan and Francisca thought too much alike…even behaved similarly, she was just a bit shyer. When one cracked a joke, the other one had the perfect quote to complement it. When one was stuck, so was the other, and whenever one needed a break, so did the other. These two morons share a brain cell.

I thought that was just too funny. So, I let out a little snort and everyone looked at me.

- Are you okay? – Bojan asked as a grin formed on his face – What’s so funny?

I noticed the staring and decided to compose myself.

- I was sneezing. – I ahem to get my voice back to being firm - But I agree, a break sounds nice.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, sure, man. – and I coughed some more – I’ll just not go outside right now. It’s a bit cold.

- Do you have a cold? – I noticed everyone starting to talk to me in Slovenian, as I tried my best to stay in English.

- No, I am fine. Just need to eat something.

- Me too. – Jan put down the guitar - I’m starving.

Everyone got up and we all went towards the vending machine to get some snacks. Nace had to stick to the ones he brought from home. Afterward, the guys left to smoke, and it was just me and Francisca in the room, once again.

We didn’t talk for a solid minute. She had her earphones plugged in – as if we hadn’t already listened to enough music and sounds in the past couple of hours – and wrote a lot on her cellphone. Even so, from time to time, I would catch her looking at me. Eventually, I asked.

- Okay, who are you texting?

- What? – she said with a confused face as she unplugged her earphones.

- Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. You are probably texting someone you like, and you don’t want me to tell Bojan that you are seeing someone else.

- What are you talking about? – she still had that same expression of pretending that she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

- Come on, at this point, everyone knows you two have been dating in the past couple of months. If you are cheating on him, you can tell me, and I’ll make sure to tell him for you. I just don’t want you out there breaking my friend's heart like that.

- What!?

- Come on…You wouldn’t talk so casually about an “accidental” kiss, or even behave so alike if you two do if you weren’t dating. You might not realize this because you never had a relationship before, but cheating hurts. Either that or you are just a big “pick me” and are making everything possible to be the perfect partner for Bojan, which, if you are here for that, you might as well have not come. We don’t need an actor playing a character, we need someone focused, and right now you are just slowing us down!

- Comes merda às colheres ou nasceste assim? – she said it with her hand in her head seriously getting angry at me.

- What?

- It means “Do you eat shit with spoons or were you born like that!?”

- Didn’t you say you like people telling you what they are thinking!? Why are you so rude?

- YOU ARE BEING RUDE! I am not dating Bojan! Bojan is helping me out every step of the way. And you? Ever since I stepped foot here yesterday, you have been throwing me shade with snarky comments, side-eying me, and constantly tearing me down and sometimes straight up excluding me. If you want this done in time, be a fucking professional and grow up!

Wait…They are not dating…? And I’m the one being rude? I’m the one excluding her? I don’t think I had realized that…If anything I thought I was the one being excluded. Her bright personality seemed to be shining on top of everyone else’s, and her “narcissistic gentleness” seemed more like an act than her own feelings…but if that’s so…why do I see truth in her eyes right now…?

I had no idea she felt that way. She felt the same as me.

- I’m sorry…

- Well, you better be! – she sighed - I’ve been trying to get along with everyone. And it’s frustrating that no matter what I do, you still treat me like this…

She went silent for a moment...

- Sorry for bursting onto you like that… - she said plugging her earphones again – I understand that I’m hard to deal with, and I understand two days is too long for anyone to put up with my BS, let alone two months. I should have regulated a bit more my emotions. I’m sorry…

Silence again… but this time, I’m the one bringing in the sound.

- Do you need help with something…?

She looked at me…as if I finally said the right words…

- I… - she stopped and messed around with her hair – I’m just texting my friend…I’ll be fine…

- I apologize for making so much drama with you and Bojan… - I looked at the floor and fidgeted with the rings in my hand.

- No, it’s fine… - she said, also looking at the floor.

- I’m sorry I’m acting like a child. I’m an adult… - I sighed as I looked up to avoid a tear to get away from my eyes – I should know better by now that I shouldn’t mess around with other people’s lives and not make assumptions…

- It’s fine… - she kept saying, not actually listening.

- And I was rude…I’m sorry. – she was not listening to a single word of what I was saying. She was just disassociating.

I approached her and kneeled down to see her expression. Her eyes were red from holding back her tears and she started biting on her nails, which was hurting her…

- Hey… - I said as I grabbed both her shaking hands – What do you need?

She took a deep breath and finally let out a single tear. With her voice sulking she finally asked for what she needed.

- So, uh…my manager is going back to Portugal after this week. And I also only have a reservation for a couple of days at the hotel. I was hoping I would find an apartment to rent until January easily here, but I guess it’s just as hard as in my country.

- Can’t you stay longer at the hotel?

- Nope, every single one is booked in Ljubljana until after Christmas, and it’s super expensive either way. Sorry, I don’t make that much money. – she laughed, as more stray tears left her eyes.

- That’s why you were texting your friend?

- Yup. She – she breathed in a little bit, and she was starting to get calmer – she says I can stay at her home for a bit, but personally, I would feel bad because her parents don’t speak a word of English. – she smiled – Do you have a tissue?

I touched my pockets, but I couldn't find the ones I thought I had with me.

- Sorry, already took them away from you. – she said smiling and showing me the package.

- What!? How!?

- You probably have a hole in your pocket. That’s how. – she finished cleaning up her nose and face.

- Oh god, I really do have a hole in my pockets! – I said as I found the motherfucker.

- Let me see. – she said putting the tissues in my pockets.

- They are not just gonna fall out like that.

- I mean… if you move around, they probably will fall.

- Let me just- I was about to get up but before I could process it, a couple of arms were hugging me.

They were of a small person with a long green and white sleeve shirt. They had puffy short hair and the most beautiful brown eyes you could ever picture. That was brave of her…How come she hug someone with whom she was just angry at? Who mistreated her? I understand the whole “forgive and forget thing” …but she should really learn how to have some self-respect.

I wanted to say that…but it did feel nice to have her around me for once…

- Fran… - she let go of me and smiled directly making eye contact with me.

- Nice to meet you. – she told me, extending her hand – My name is Francisca, but you can call me Fran, like you just did.

I was hesitant at first, but I took her hand.

- You must be Kris, right? I really enjoy your music. I’m very glad I got the chance to talk and work with you.

I laughed awkwardly and then I finally accepted it: this is the true way we first met. Eye to eye, no pretending to care about each other, no bickering…

- Yes, I’m Kris. And I hope this collaboration sails smoothly.

She smiled a lot. She was for once looking at me brightly. She was looking at me as someone who actually took her into consideration. She was looking at me as someone meaningful in her life. I hope I’m looking at her in the same way…

From the entrance, I heard some claps. We both looked at the door, and everyone had already returned.

- Whoaw, that was beautiful. – the author of the claps, Nace, said – Bojan is crying.

- No, I’m not. – he tried to wipe away a couple of tears that were running out of his eyes – it’s the cold!

- Think fast! – I told him.

I threw at him the tissue packet, only for it to hit his face and then land on his hands.

- You deserved that for eavesdropping.

- We weren’t here for too long actually. – Juček said as he was doing pull-ups in the doorframe.

- We came in when she was already crying. – Jan walked towards his guitar – So, uh, you need a place to stay?

- Well, I’ll have to find something, yes. – she said still cleaning her face.

- Bojan – Jan called for him – Don���t you have a spare room in your house?

- Yeah, I do. – then Bojan redirected his attention to Francisca – You could totally sleep there, if you are okay with it. I live with Martin, but he’s studying most time. – he crossed his arms – If I sleep on the sofa, my room should be available. Free of charge.

- But I could never do that! – she protested – If I were to go live with you guys, first you’d have to ask Martin. Second, I’m not using your room! It’s yours! I would sleep on the sofa. And third, I can’t stay there free!

- If you insist a lot, I might make you do my laundry.

- Yes, me messing around with a washing machine in Slovenian makes a lot of sense. – she looked at him with a tired look.

The lovebirds debated back in forth for a while before settling on Francisca staying at Bojan’s house until the end of this journey.

And once again, I had that annoying feeling in the back of my head. About this whole collaboration, about Bojan and Francisca’s relationship…why do I despise her? Or do I? I don’t think that’s it… I think I just don’t like all the attention she gets.

Honestly, I would think as an adult I would already have my emotions all sorted out, but, man, I’m a wreck.

WHATSAPP: “+351 XXX XXX XXX sent you 2 messages”

Unknown: Hello hii, it’s Francisca :)

Just wanted to tell you that I arrived at the hotel safely :D

This is your sign to save my number *finger guns*

Unknown: Anyways,

Keep calling me Fran :D

I like it <3

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After note: I actually hate to write Kris 😅 at least bitchy Kris like in these first two chapters. Maybe because he's the one I can predict the least out of all the boys. It's hard for me to read that boy (cough cough I just have a crush on him lol Cough cough).

Btw! Franciscas are usually called by Chica or (more recently) by Kika, not Fran. Anyways, in Spanish, "Chica" means "girl". Just thought you'd like to not that info :)

Chapter 3

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[o-sahiba]

I disappeared from the lives of my school friends. 4 years. For 4 freaking years I had no idea what they were doing nor did they had any clue about me. They knew, I wasn't on any social media except for whatsapp. And I tried my best to maintain connection there with them. But each time I did, I didn't get the same energy back. So I stopped. Altogether. And they didn't even tried communicating with me after that. I was hurt. And when they invited me for meet ups which was perhaps just twice, I denied joining them. Reason? First, I've seen their stories of get togethers where I wasn't invited. Second, I was hurt because of how my presence never mattered to them even while we were in school which apparently I realized with time. Third, I had and still have my own insecurities which makes it really hard for me to socialize. And lastly, I knew it would be a bit difficult for me to ask for the permission. So I denied. Both the times. I told them I was busy. But not the way they'd think. I was busy telling myself that I am better without them. I was busy silencing my mind from the choas it was in because of the betrayal.

They had a group chat on whatsapp since 6 years now. Where the ones who got transferred in 5th standard, the ones who shifted after 10th and the ones from the other sections were included. But I never was. Until a few weeks ago. After my birthday. And No one initiated a conversation there after that unless I did. And soon after that, there this incident happened where after adding another friend one of the old members left the groupchat. And I got this screenshot from a guy friend (the admin), of her (the one who left) text asking him, "why do you keep on adding every useless person?" The way it was phrased in our local language hurt me to the core and upon my questioning him he replied with, "you know she didn't mean it. It's just how she is." And then I asked there in the gc why it took them so long to add me and one of them replied, "we didn't have your number." and I was like oh! Ok. Even tho we had our numbers shared since forever now. And few days after that, they had another meet up and I wasn't invited. That was it. I left the group chat while I was crying over the pain all of this gave me.

Yes! I do regret leaving the group. Because once again, I got far far away from them. Yes! I know I denied meeting them each time they asked me which unfortunately was just twice in a total of 5 years. Yes! The decision to leave the gc was impulsive. Yes! I should have not left without saying a word. But did they ask me the reason? Did they ask me why I left? Did they tried contacting me after that? No. They didn't. Except for 2 who barely asked me the reason and were okay with me replying with "just no reason". And that was the final call. For me to close their chapter in my life. I put an end. I closed the chapter. Because it was the question of my worth and my self respect. Not my ego. But my Self Respect.

And no matter how much I want to talk to them and have fun group conversations, I still am the same person who cried because of the hurt. And I would never let myself forget that. That I cried because I never mattered to them. But now I'm much better.

Because now I know, I was much better before I connected with them again. Atleast I was saved from the pain of all the truth that for so long was sugar coated, in beautiful lies. Yes I was living under the rock, but that was much lighter than carrying the load of this burden.

I am in a much better place now. Now, that I've finally closed this chapter. I am happy. Even though I still question myself if I did the right thing but I am okay, even in this dilemma. I'm okay. I really am.

#idk #I've been ranting a lot here #nit because I want sympathy or pity #i don't want that #i just want these thought get off my chest #and no one has much of time to listen to the feelings and emotions of people in real life #and if you've read it all the way... i thank you #i don't need any sympathy or pity #or any attention #I'm not being an attention seeker if you might think #it's just that now that I've written my feelings here #i know someone out there knows how I feel #that someone out there understands my feelings #and knowing that someone somewhere in the corner of this world knows how you feel is a good feeling #a real good feeling #text #rant

[hawkebridgers]

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[beautifel]

murdering someone tonight bc i got assigned a thesis subject i rly do not give a fuck about ireally will kill someone. but anyway i went to play volleyball in the uni sports center for 2 hours and it was much fun and one of the guys was surprised to hear i hadnt trained in 5 years because i “play so well” (SIC!!) and he got my number to add me to a whatsapp group of ppl who rent the volleyball pitch a few times a week to play more often ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ and also i’m really dreading emailing my thesis supervisor i donoot wanna do it

#I’M GOING TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL MORE OFTEN AGAIN WOOHOOOOO my knees hurt but it’s FINE! bone necrosis be damned