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strayflowersstarsandlove · 4 months

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Unconditionally (hanjisung)

You climb out of your car with a flounder, the taxing 8 long hours of work catching up unto your body as you shakily put on foot in front of the other, little pieces of confetti and cookie crumbs suddenly falling to the ground like little reminders of what working with small children does to you: it leaves you in shambles, very colorful, sticky and happy shambles.

You loved working at a daycare, little hands reaching for you, brightly colored paint smudged fingerprints all over your clothes, the tiny tug at your jeans whenever a baby wanted to be picked up from the floor. The piercing headaches from all the crying and screaming. Yeah that was the best part for sure.

You ease the key in the door lock and step inside, immediately dropping your bag to the ground and shrugging your jacket off your shoulders as you walk over into the living room where you stop abruptly: all curled up on the couch, lips parted slightly in the cutest pout, messy dark hair all fluffy and rumpled, Jisung was sleeping peacefully, looking just like one of the babies you cared for today. Just a bit larger. But not even that much.

You quietly chastise yourself for leaving your bag in the hallway, for your phone would have come in so much handy right now, you have this urge to snap a pic of your cute boyfriend right now, it's almost too compelling. You grunt, completely giving into your silliest desire, and quietly walk back and fish your hands inside the mess that is your bag, pulling out the expected wallet and car keys and gums that have their usual home in there along with the odd business card you had no idea how it ended in there or the fuchsia pink lighter that you also have no idea why it's in there considering you don't smoke and none of your friends and loved ones do either.

At last, the cracked screen of your white iPhone pops out of the loose pocket that definitely needs to patch up, you open your camera and walk back into the living room and immediately snap a few pictures. Few pictures as in you circle around the couch to take photos from every possible angle and end up filling your camera roll with no less than 12 new additions.

Once you're satisfied with your photos you start to scroll through them, trying to pick one to set as your new home screen cause how could you not? You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to muffle the sound of your own giggling and that's when you see Jisung stirring in his spot, slowly blinking himself awake, looking like the sweetest most adorable creature you've ever seen: "hi sweetheart", you coo, your baby voice kicking in instantly as if you were still at the day care talking to actual babies and not your full grown adult of a boyfriend.

Jisung mumbles something incoherent, he rubs his lips together and sighs softly as he pouts again, his big brown eyes reduced to two little drowsy, shiny slits that cross a little as he still blinks so so slowly, the fluffy hair and chubby, rosy cheeks making him look ever so tiny and cute you want to cradle him and give him the biggest smooch.

"Hi", he greets you in his low, raspy, sleep ridden voice that contrasts strikingly with how tiny and vulnerable he looks at the moment, he spreads his legs and his arms out, silently inviting you to him and you waste no time, you trot to him happily, all the exhaustion from the day evaporating with your every step as your crawl over and lay right on top of him, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck as his arms lace around you the minute you're touching him.

Now, is Jisung still sleepy as fuck and not fully able to form coherent thoughts yet? Yes. Is your body weight crushing down deliciously on him as his uncomfortable butt is stuck awkwardly on the seam in between the couch cushions? Also, yes. Is the waistband of his boxer becoming increasingly tighter with you inadvertently pressing down on him to the point where he is now getting a little too hard too fast? Absolutely. Will he do anything about it and make you move? Not in a million years. The man will literally die before he asks you to remove yourself from him.

"How was your day? You smell nice, you smell like flour and sugar", he asks quietly in your hair, placing fluttery kisses along your crown and your forehead, and you chuckle, squeezing him tighter in your embrace, positioning yourself with your ear over his steady heartbeat, "t'was good. Tiring but good. We made cookies today. I would have saved you some but when some of the dads came over to pick up their kids they polished the plates clean. Left no crumbs at all", you explain placidly, your body becoming progressively more pliable and warm as you sink into Jisung's chest and the familiar feel of his hands carding through your hair, his arms keeping a gentle but firm hold on you, his soft, buttery lips tracing invisible marks on your skin as he slowly makes his way down on your temples and your eyelids.

It feels so good. Too good, almost. To be held like that, to be cuddled so gently, it's like he slowly pouring himself out for you, emptying his honey filled heart for you so you can swim in his sweetness. "Did you have a long day? You were napping so well when I came in" you asks after a little while, propping yourself up just a little, resting your chin on top of your crossed arms displayed on his chest, poring into his pretty eyes as they become more and more awake and alert.

"Worked on a few new tracks, had two zoom meetings with the company, went back to the tracks, started writing another one, helped Changing hyung out of a writing rut, went and got groceries for Seungminnie and dropped them at his place, also retrieved new strings for his guitar since he's coming down with a bad cold and didn't feel like doing his own errands. I also briefly went shopping with Hyunjin hyung cause Jeongin dropped his ass last minute... ", he says quietly, trailing off in the end when he notices you're looking at him funny: " what? What did I say? ", he chuckles and you cup his smooth cheeks and brush them with your thumbs," you are so sweet Hannie. You cared for everyone but yourself today. Even now, I'm pretty sure you're cramping down there, and you still haven't told me to move".

Jisung shifts ever so slightly while still holding you in place, not letting you move a single inch out of his grasp as he grins at you, he loves how observant you are, loves how you pick up on every little thing about him, like how you sensed he was tired and had had a long day, how he still prioritized you being comfortable in his arms over anything else.

"No big deal. They're my brothers. And you're my baby, and my baby comes first", he declares, leaning in to kiss you slightly, "you always come first", he winks at you suggestively and you burst into giggles, burying your face in his chest abashedly as he laughs too at his own pun. Giggles rake through your bodies for a little while, the both of you so tired you end up in a chain reaction that makes you both laugh spontaneously just by looking at each other faces, and the lightness, the brightness of your laughs reverberates through your chests and you feel so happy. So in love.

It dawns on you then, settles in so stealthily yet so blatantly: you love this man unconditionally. You love this man so much you want to fill the rest of your life up with his laughter and his kisses and his colors. You want to make a life with him, in every sense.

"Jisung... I want a baby". It tumbles out of your lips so fast, so abruptly you don't even realise you said that until you see the shocked reflection of yourself into your boyfriend's eyes that seem to be just a second away from popping out of their sockets: "you... You want a baby? With me?", he speaks in tiny, his voice so high pitched, slightly quivering from the immense shock.

"Yeah... not-not right now. I mean... Sometimes in the near future? I don't know. I just know I want a a baby with you. I love you. I love you so much it's ridiculous. I think you are such a sweet, caring person, you are so sensitive and selfless. You love so intensely yet so softly all at once and you have this way of bringing everyone up when they need that the most even if it comes at your own expense, you spread so much lightness and joy and-and.. ", you bite down your lip out of nervousness, stumbling on your words as you feel your heart slowly but surely cracking up in your chest from all the emotion you're pouring out right now.

Jisung cups your cheeks, grinning so incredolously as he listens intently to every word you're saying, "and... I could probably spend the next three hours listing all the reasons why I love you and why I think you'd be a great father but point is: this is me telling you I'd love to start a family with you. Out of pure love. Some day. Whenever you're ready".

Jisungs snaps out of his trance like stare once you're done rambling and immediately crashes his lips to yours, kissing you like his whole life depends on it. Now he's fully awake and excited like you've never seen him before, "I love you. I love you I love you! You want a baby with me?!!", he keeps repeating in between kisses, his voice going squeakier and squeakier, as his hands squish your cheeks in the flurry of emotions currently pervading him, "oh my god you want a baby with me, you want my baby! My baby wants my baby!", he shouts excitedly and at this point you are laughing so much you're crying tears of joy.

"I'll give you all the babies. Give it a couple more years and I'll give you so many babies, so many babies we won't know where to fit them in hour home", he states, peppering your face with so many kisses you could pass out, even blowing raspberries on your neck and your collarbones, making you giggles so much your stomach hurts.

You both settle down after a little while, both of your heartbeats still running wildly in your chest as you can clearly tell by the fast beating underneath your palms when you rest your hands back down over your boyfriend's chest: Jisung looks so out of it right now. In the best way possible.

He holds you to his chest, breathing heavily, looking out into the nothingness and he mindlessly grins and kisses the top of your head, "you know... When I came home today i took these", you mumble, slowly reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone and show him the pics you snapped earlier, "I kept looking at you and thinking back about the children at my work and it didn't hit me then but the moment your held me like that and talked about your day and how caring you had been with the guys it just clicked. Like an epiphany. I look at those tiny babies and see how their dads interact with them everyday and I feel like I stored so many heartwarming moments inside my memories they all started to mesh into one another, like this sort of warm wave, sweeping me under, I just started thinking of you every time they resurface. I don't know if that makes sense".

Jisung tucks the hair behind your ears and looks at the photos first and then back at the happy look painted all over your face, his eyes a little shiny with withheld tears, "it makes perfect sense to me. You make perfect sense to me, I don't think I've ever told you but I've always wanted to come to work with you for a day. Sometimes I just picture you picking up a crying baby and gently patting their head and cradling them close to you and them calming down immediately, a bit like what you do with me when I get my monthly anxiety breakdowns".

He smiles fondly before continuing, his eyes getting lost and distant as he speaks, "and then I picture myself just laying down on the floor of their little playground and just letting them crawl all over me and play with my hair and holding them and giving them so many cuddles", he trails off quietly, his eyes beaming back down at you, "I want that with you. I always did. You have a way of nurturing those around you that is just so rare. Those kids are so lucky, I'm so lucky. I can't wait for you to be a mom, I can't wait to have a baby with you".

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imkumichan · 1 year

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CoD x Ex!Child soldier!Reader [Hound]

Warning: implied child soldier.

Reader's callsign is Hound.

The young girl is standing among people, her black leggings cover her legs, and a big red turtleneck sweater covers her feminine figure. She was waiting for the lamp to turn green. Looking ahead while silently thinking about how the man a few feet on her right could have died thrice if he kept looking at his phone without being aware of his surroundings.

Blinking slowly, Hound looked down at the newest iPhone, which was bought by her foster parent in his hand.

12:17 Kate

Come to the base tomorrow, you will meet the rest of the team there.

One thing that she learned during the military is that you have to make sure you know who you are dealing with. It's not like Hound doesn't trust Laswell. She is just curious about who's gonna be her handler superior. She knows she's not supposed to do this, but when she asks her 'mother', wow she never thought she would ever use that word, about Captain Price, she just smiled and said that he knows what he's doing and that doesn't need to worry. But didn't elaborate on anything else. So she figures she will just find out herself. After all, not all surprises are good surprises.

The lamp turned from red to green, signaling that now they could cross the street. Hound didn't immediately walk. She lets some people walk first before stepping on her feet.

Walking among the people, for a girl in her age is quite an advantage. She could mingle without getting caught. Nobody will bat an eye at her. And she will use it in her favor.

She's not called Hound for no reason. She will hunt her targets and get them done.

Just like now.

Captain Jonathan Price

he is too, walking crossing the street among people, wearing a dark blue jacket with lighter shades of blue jeans, a dark brown beanie hat, and black boots. He is sure passed as a civilian. Normal people would pay no glance at him, but for someone like him who had a battlefield as a playground, she must admit he has a certain aura around him. His body language basically screamed animal of prey. He reminded her of her late superior.

As the Hound and the captain crossed with each other, she waited until both of them are on the other side of the street. Then, turned her head slightly as her eyes followed the man's movement, memorizing how the way he was walking, how he tried to look at ease but actually won't fool eyes like hers. Hound thinks that the man has good intuition because the man has slowed down and turned around just before he looks back at her front.

Then, Hound continues to walk away, leaving the man who's probably scanning the crowd around because he feels eyes burning on his back.

Tomorrow she will meet him again, and she will meet her soon-to-be superiors. But now, she has some groceries to buy.

#call of duty x reader #cod x reader #captain john price #child soldier au #Hound #cod mw2

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iwaoiness · 7 months

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Orbit return

to not know who i am but still know that i'm good long as you're here with me

When they are eight years old and learn in class what the orbit and the planets and the stars and the universe are, Iwaizumi decides that on Oikawa's birthday he will no longer say happy birthday, but happy orbit return. It's funny, original, and the first time he does it, Oikawa is speechless; his jaw almost unhinges and his round, beady eyes widen like saucers. Then he lunges at Hajime, latching onto him like a koala bear. Iwaizumi screams at him, staggering as he wraps his little arms around him as best he can to keep them both from falling. Oikawa whispers thank you, Hajime-chan close to his ear, and Hajime feels a huge flip inside his chest, heat building up in his cheeks. He frowns, trying to conceal it, before whispering back you're welcome, dummy.

And it becomes a tradition. Every year, while the world congratulates Oikawa on his birthday, Iwaizumi congratulates him on his orbit return. He does it in person, gets the same koala hug (each year a little heavier), the same thank you, Hajime (at some point, Oikawa’s voice becomes deeper), and his heart gives the same leap within his chest (he eventually discovers it's not a medical pathology, but love). And when they are old enough to have social networks, he does it with photos as well.

Contrary to what he may appear to be, Iwaizumi actually enjoys taking pictures and posting them. His Instagram has an incredible aesthetic pattern (to Matsukawa and Hanamaki's surprise), with a polaroid or vintage filter that imbues them with nostalgia and timelessness, and sometimes he edits them for a subtle blur effect that encourages to look for the details hidden within. He alternates images of himself, friends and family with stunning angle shots of cityscapes, mountain landscapes, beaches at sunsets and sunrises. And in most of these images, constant and enduring as in Iwaizumi's own life, there is a small part of Oikawa (whether it's his backpack, his hand, his Star Wars socks, his hair, his glasses).

And every July 20, Tooru is the complete protagonist. The first photo he posts to congratulate him is one they take when they are 12 years old; the two of them are sitting next to each other in front of the full-length mirror in Tooru's sister's room. Oikawa’s smiling broadly at his reflection with a victory gesture, Hajime holding his mobile phone between them with one hand, smiling softly. Happy 12nd orbit return, Sillykawa.

The next one is at thirteen, this time, Oikawa alone, in Kitagawa Daiichi's gymnasium. He is lying face up, all sweaty and messy hair, but with an amused smile painted on his face, directed at Iwaizumi's IPhone camera. A Mikasa ball rests between his knees, his hands spread across his chest. Happy 13rd orbit return, Stupidkawa.

The next is at the age of fourteen. On one of Okinawa's beaches during the Oikawa-Iwaizumi's annual family trip, Tooru is underwater, leaning face down towards Hajime's new GoPro camera, his diving goggles covering half his face, his hair waving upwards, the static bubbles around his mouth curving into a wide grin, and his favourite swimming costume crammed with prints of all the Pokémon. In his hand, he holds a sea star, which he proudly shows. Happy 14th orbit return, Mermaidkawa.

The next one is fifteen years old. The two of them appear again, in a vertical selfie where each face occupies exactly half of the image. Their eyes, golden brown and moss green, at the same height. Pale skin and tanned skin contrasting with each other. Subtly wrinkled nose and upturned nose. Toothy smile and soft smile, inches apart. Happy 15th orbit return, Idiotkawa.

The next is at the age of sixteen. Oikawa sits in the cool shade of a tree on the hill where they went climbing, his back against the trunk and his fringes pulled back by a black headband. He holds a loaf of milk bread with both hands at lip level, and his round, glistening eyes behind his glasses look into the camera, crinkled at the sides by the smile. Happy 16th orbit return, Breadkawa.

The next one is seventeen years old. A volleyball net in the background, Oikawa's back, the one Iwaizumi has watched grow up all his life, in the foreground, sheathed in the Aoba Johsai shirt, this time, with the number one printed on it. Happy 17th orbit return, captain.

The next one is at the age of eighteen. This time it's just their hands, Tooru's and Hajime's, intertwined and somewhat blurred on the gear lever of Iwa-mum’s car. There is a silver ring gleaming on Oikawa's ring finger, another on Iwaizumi's. Happy 18th orbit return, babe.

The next one is at the age of nineteen. It is a photograph of another photograph that Iwaizumi is holding in one hand. The photograph is an old one, from when they were both nine years old. They are sitting on the porch (the same one in front of which Hajime is aligning the photograph perfectly with the landscape), their little legs just grazing the grass of Grandma Oikawa's house, each one holding a large slice of watermelon in their little hands. Hajime is puffy-cheeked from the fruit, head tilted towards Tooru's, who is laughing, a black seed stuck to his chin. Happy 19th orbit return, Toto. I miss u.

The next one is at the age of twenty. They are in front of the mirror in the cosy bathroom of Oikawa's small Argentinean flat, Iwaizumi standing, covering his face with his mobile phone, dressed only in the official sweatpants of the Argentinean men's volleyball team and an 85-kilogram Tooru hanging on him like a koala bear. Oikawa, dressed in old basketball shorts and all his strong back exposed (with some blue kinesiotape strips on his shoulders), hides his face in Iwa’s neck, the strands of his hair pointing in a thousand different directions, his strong legs wrapping around Iwaizumi's waist. Hajime's free arm effortlessly holds him, securely positioned under his backside. Happy 21st spin into orbit, Spoiltkawa.

The next is at the age of twenty-two. Tooru is sitting behind the low table in Hanamaki's flat, with a plastic crown full of artistic doodles (courtesy of the children at the kindergarten where Makki has started working) balanced on his head and a chocolate, banana and strawberry volleyball-shaped cake in front of him with the 27 candles lit (Mattsun and Hajime couldn't find a second number two candle in any of Miyagi's six fucking bazaars, so they bought a second number 7 because think of it as a long-term investment, by the time you're 27, we'll have the candles ready; the fact that they are single-use candles is just a small irrelevant detail). His eyes sparkled brighter and more golden than ever in the orange candlelight, his lips open in a wide smile that revealed his whitish, lined teeth, with those big palettes. Happy 22nd (or 27th lol) orbit return, Oldkawa.

The next one is at the age of twenty-three. They were only able to meet once that year, so Iwaizumi rescues one of the photographs they took at that time, on Takeru's birthday, with a costume theme because he was looking forward to it and wanted to turn fifteen as Spiderman. And it was precisely Takeru who took the picture of them, because Iwaizumi taught him and he is very good at it ("definitely, much better than your uncle", "I heard you, Iwa-chan!"). They appear shoulder to shoulder, arms crossed, Hajime disguised as Zoro (with the green suit completely unbuttoned at the bottom, showing his entire solid muscular torso, black military boots and three plastic katanas hanging from his waist; the black ribbon covering all his green dyed hair and the three shiny earrings hanging from his ear) and Oikawa disguised as Sanji (with the wine-coloured suit tight to his beauty body, the black shirt with the first buttons unbuttoned, a loosely tied white tie, the fringe falling over his eye and a fake cigarette dangling from his lips). Happy 23rd orbit return, Shitty cook.

The next is at the age of twenty-four. Oikawa, wearing an old Hajime shirt and blue boxer shorts, peers out from the bathroom doorframe, a frog-shaped headband tucking his hair back and an avocado-green mask covering his entire face. He gives the camera an amused grimace, his eyes squinting, nose gently wrinkled, cheeks puffed out and lips pursed as if he were blowing a kiss. Happy 24th orbit return, my pretty boy.

The next one is at the age of twenty-five. In a supermarket car park in Seville during a romantic getaway in Spain. Oikawa is sitting on the still-empty supermarket trolley, his legs bent because he is too tall. He is grinning from ear to ear under the baseball cap of Iwaizumi, whose hand is peeking over the edge of the photograph holding the handle of the trolley. Happy 25th orbit return, mi alma.

The next is at the age of twenty-six. Oikawa is deeply asleep between the sheets in Hajime's new flat in Shibuya. He is curled up on his stomach with one leg bent (because he is apparently against holding a single position when sleeping) his head hanging off the pillow and the thin sheet draped over his hips. He is wearing Iwaizumi's trainer's uniform shirt and has one of the most spectacular bedheads. Iwaizumi's hand is on his cheek, his thumb on the bone. Happy 26th orbit return, Tooru.

The most recent photo is the twenty-seven-year-old. Tooru appears happy, radiant, beautiful, and glorious sunder the stadium floodlights, his Argentinean national team shirt clinging to his torso with sweat, like the strands of his hair on his forehead; the skin around his eyes is subtly reddened by the explosion of emotions that brought him down in the middle of the court after scoring the winning point. He bites the gold medal they just won at the Olympics, his lips raised in a giant smile that he can't and won't wipe off. Happy 27th orbit return, my love. You have no idea how proud I’m of you.

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u can find this and more on my ao3 🌻

#haikyuu!!#iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #oikawa tooru #oikawa x iwaizumi #haikyuu #hq fluff #iwaizumi fluff #oikawa fluff #drabble #hq drabble #haikyuu drabble #iwaizumi has instagram #and posts a lot of photos #athletic trainer iwaizumi #pro volleyball oikawa #can someone do fanarts of this i beg u #fic on ao3

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immortaltaro · 10 months

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media thread post 2023

going to attempt to port over my media thread from twitter and use reblogs to update it

Avataro Sentai Donbrothers The Movie: Shin Hatsukoi Hero i enjoyed it more then the revice summer movie, shame like pretty much all mid series sentai movies its basically just an ep with a bigger budget

2. Ultraman Decker

MUCH IMPROVED OVER TRIGGER IN LIKE EVERY AREA, INCLUDING ITS USE OF KENGO. only real complaint i have is them revealing the Spheres motivations minutes before they are destroyed but thats a fairly minor thing looking at the show as a whole

3.ultraman: mystery of ultraseven

great stuff continuing the momentum of the last mini series, i do have issues with the ultra comic verse that dont get addressed, but regardless it was a great read, interested to see ma boi ace show up in whatever is next

4.kingdom hearts dark road

one of my fav KH stories, elevating xehanort alot, giving insight into how his beliefs formed and i absolutely need this freed from its mobile prison and given the back cover treatment

5. Ork #オーク

really cool, indy Toku production, it very impressive that this was filmed on an Iphone and goes this hard, well worth a watch, right now its free on youtube i recomed checking this out https://youtube.com/watch?v=GcibuY

6. ultraman decker finale journey to beyond the movie

it was pretty good, if the main series is a 10 this is like an 8, pretty fun time.

7.Avataro Sentai Donbrothers

i was sceptical as FUCK when this was announced, and inoue and the producer were saying how they wanted to make a sentai season that was a comedy drama aimed at 20somethings, but fuck did they land it. top 3 sentai seasons for sure. taro is my boi somethings like how under written murasame is, alot of the stuff with kijino and the zenkai gears turning into avataro gears plotline that was seemingly dropped ( if the Vs movie addresses this i take back the last one) bothered me, but as a whole i really liked this season

8.Psyren (reread)

this series goes hard. i love the cast and i think more people should read this.

9. Agents of mayhem - dropped got about 8/27 missions thought this. ITS ASS the cars feel awful, esthetical it wants to be overwatch soo bad. in the 4hrs 40mins i played enemies became spongy as shit and the second gat mission bugged turning 3 waves into infante boring and bland AND THATS NOT MENTIONED THE 1 MAJOR BOSS I FOUGHT THAT WAS JUST * puts up shield and summon turret* 3 TIMES THEN THEN BALL JOKE SEGMENT WHERE YOU SHOT ENERGY BALLS. THE BORDERLANDS TEIR REDDIT WRITING IS SO MIND NUMMING FUCK

10.Dandan Tenshi Fanclub

this was pretty cool for a one shot

11.Revice Forward: Kamen Rider Live & Evil & Demons

no "which ones the real one" plot is good. i screamed when they revealed the twist.

alot of the fanservice stuff i liked, like seeing that Hana opened her own detective agency in Blue birds basement was fun

12.Dragon Ball Super: SUPER HERO

really enjoyed this,really liked all the lil toku nods what with the gammas two ultraman inspired androids thats do rider kicks. hope we can get more content thats not as goku/vegeta focused

13.Luther: the fallen sun it was ok, i feel like it peaked with the jail brake.

the last 30mins brought it down for me

14.Digimon Ghost game:

its pretty good when all is said and done, 90% of this show is very solid MOTW/horror mystery stories with all the cryptic build up they have been seeding since ep 1 being all burned thought in the last 3eps.defo feels like they were trying to set up a movie with that last second alien reveal too. since most of its stand alone mysteries, the humans done really feel like they grow much over the course of the show its still a very fun time like an 8/10 id say love gammamon, they baby

15. coming out to my parents and telling them about @toni-the-oni

twas better then expected

16. Reborn to Master the Blade: From Hero-King to Extraordinary Squire ♀ ( manga volumes 1-4 )

binged all 4 volumes in a couple hrs, this is a very fun series, interesting world building and Inglis as a MC is amazing and i love her

17.Reborn to Master the Blade: From Hero-King to Extraordinary Squire ♀ (anime: season 1)

unsurprising i loved it ! i will say i liked the way the manga handled the content it covered more but this was still good,

18. Oshi no ko (ep 1, its feature length so imma count it ) holy shit watch it. it more then earns its length. this is something you need to experience blind.

19.brooklyn 99 season 8, the final season

bout a perfect a goodbye as a series can have

20.Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: Once & Always (2023) eh, it was ok, rough in some aspects but overall alright

21.Oshi no ko manga (upto the current chapter 116) one of the best things ive read in a while. its going to be hard for the anime to fumble this bag.

22.Kamen Rider Geats × Revice: Movie Battle Royale

very fun movie, seeker really is that bitch in fortnite that builds a replica tadj mahall the second a fight starts. yeah a good ass time.

23. Kamen Rider Juuga VS Kamen Rider Orteca

it was alright, pretty fun moments with one line in particular that kinda took me out, the Drive cameos and call backs were great and honestly out of all the over demons/vail retools i think i like orteca's rider form the most out them

24. netflix Ultraman season 3 the final:

kinda mixed on it if im honest, i dont think theres ever really been a great "shapeshifters turn the publics opinion on it" and i wasnt super impressed with aspects of how Rena was written that said the last 2 episodes really were peak.

25. Power Antoinette ( upto the current chapter, theres only 2) the only series brave enough to ask the question what if Marie Antoinette was built like shehulk and used a guillotine like a sword

26.The Church Play Cinematic Universe : jenny Nicholson

watched this with @toni-the-oni this was such a wild ride, of ups downs and "robin in the hood" a 10/10 experience

26. Church of the rock 2023 production Beauty and the Beaster

watched this with @toni-the-oni Gaston sings BTS

27.Avataro Sentai DonBrothers VS Zenkaiger

extremely fun film, loved seeing everyone again, just a fun time all round and HOLY SHIT HOW CAN IT END LIKE THAT ?!

28.Geats Extra: Kamen Rider Punkjack

its alright, felt kinda like one of the covid clipshow specials we got for zero one, rolling rolling punk king fucks, so glad they went that hard with the insert song

#media thread 2023

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becasbelt · 2 years

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a hurt comfort fic where beca is just freshly off the completion of a new set setup and her trying to hype chloe up who is just exhausted from all that studying and being the cheerleader all the time for everybody else

curse you wenz.

also on ao3

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The alarm on Chloe’s phone loudly goes off again. Why she still uses the default iPhone alarm to wake up she will never know.

She grabs blindly at the device, swiping it off her bedside table and hitting the snooze button again. The time stares accusingly back at her. 8:18. Chloe had 12 minutes to get to a class that was 15 minutes away.

And yet, she remained in bed.

Maybe if she pulled the covers up over her head, she could forget about her classes and responsibilities get some sleep for once in her life. Because it seriously felt like it’s been years since Chloe got a full night’s rest. Last night it had been because Stacie and Amy had gotten into an argument over who had the most admirers on campus, and Chloe had spent an hour mediating while she slowly watched the time get later and later.

She hears someone thumping down the stairs form the attic and distantly wonders if Amy is gearing up for a round two this morning.

Just as she’s closing her eyes again (just to rest them; of course she wasn’t going to sleep through her class), a rapid knocking at her door makes them fly open again. Chloe remains quiet, half hoping whoever it is will think she’s already in class and will leave her alone. They wait for a few seconds, and Chloe can hear their foot tapping impatiently on the other side of the door, before knocking again.

Chloe groans. “Who is it?”

The door opens and Beca’s grinning face pops through. “You are in here,” she says breathlessly. So she’d been the one running down the stairs, then. “Awesome. I have something to show you.”

She walks fully into the room without invitation, and Chloe raises an eyebrow at the seemingly out of character action before taking in the rest of her appearance. “Are those… the same clothes you wore yesterday?”

Beca looks down at herself in surprise, as if she’s just as shocked as Chloe is. “Oh yeah, I guess I am.”

“Beca, did you sleep at all last night?”

Beca scratches at the back of her head, face screwed up as she thinks. “Uh… I had a Red Bull?”

The corner of Chloe’s mouth quirks up. So Beca was in one of those kinds of moods. “Beca, we’ve talked about this. You can’t stay up all night just because inspiration strikes.”

Beca bounces on her toes a little. “I know. I know, okay? It ruins my immune system and gives me headaches and Red Bull is terrible for me, blah blah blah.” She clutches her laptop tighter to her chest. “But I’ve come up with something really coolthis time, dude. Seriously.”

Chloe pushes herself into a sitting position. “Alright, let’s see it.”

Beca’s eyes flash excitedly and she takes a step toward the bed, already opening up her laptop. She stops short half a second later, brow furrowed as if she’s just realized something. “Hang on a second.” She looks around the room. Glances at Chloe’s clock. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

Dammit. Why did Beca choose to be observant and remember things now.

Chloe tries to deflect. “Aren’t you?” she accuses.

Beca waves her hand in the air dismissively. “It’s just my music technology class,” she says, unbothered. “I don’t give a fuck about that class. I know it all. Besides, I’ve literally been making music on my laptop all night.” She laughs a little deliriously. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got it all covered at this point.”

Beca laughs for another minute, muttering something about professors being useless, and Chloe can’t deny the small smile it brings to her face to see Beca with so much energy. Until Beca stops laughing and points seriously at her.

“You have Russian lit right now. You have to go to that.”

Chloe sighs and looks miserably at the time. 8:22. “I have eight minutes to get there, and my professor doesn’t like it when you’re late.”

Beca considers this for a short moment before snapping her laptop shut and tossing it on the bed. She strides over to Chloe’s closet and throws it open, chucking a random shirt at Chloe. “Well, then, you better get dressed in two. I’ll drive you, and I can get you there in, like, six minutes tops.”

Chloe is staring at her as Beca continues throwing clothes at her. When Beca turns around and finds that Chloe hasn’t moved, her eyes widen, and she taps her naked wrist impatiently. “Let’s go, Beale! You’ve got one minute now!”

Thinking distantly that Aubrey would approve of this side of Beca, Chloe jumps out of bed to put some clothes on.

When Beca said she could get them there in six minutes, she wasn’t lying. Chloe would almost be impressed if she hadn’t feared so much for her life.

Chloe slides into her seat just as her professor starts the class, Beca sliding into the seat right next to her. Somehow she has another Red Bull in her hand.

“What are you doing?” Chloe whispers.

Beca looks at her funny. “Uh, learning about-” she squints at the PowerPoint slide at the front of the room- “Gavrila Derzhavin?” she finishes, absolutely butchering the name. She looks back at Chloe, as if that had been obvious.

“You’re not even in this class,” Chloe says. “You’re skipping your own class right now. Why would you want to be here? I don’t even want to be here?”

Beca shrugs and takes a swig of her Red Bull. “I wanna hang out with you.”

Chloe’s heart melts at that. She stares at Beca, dumbfounded.

“Oh! And since you probably didn’t have breakfast-” Beca pulls a granola bar out of her hoodie pocket and hands it to Chloe. “It may be a little squished because mayyybe it’s been in my pocket for 24 hours.”

Chloe accepts the granola bar gratefully with a grin and a fond shake of her head.

This girl. This ridiculous, frustrating, wonderful girl.

Chloe wraps her arms around Beca’s arm and leans her head on her shoulder, not hating being in class as much as she thought she would.

#once again unedited bc i'm a lazy piece of shit #been a hot second since i wrote bechloe folks come get y'all juice #bechloe #fanfic #almost canon #pitch perfect #pinkpastels113

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this is wild. Don't upload pics your stolen paintings to print on pillows I guess.

The Worcester Art Museum is on the verge of recovering a painting nearly 45 years after a brazen art heist—and it’s all thanks to an $18 throw pillow.

The robbery took place way back in 1978, at the Worcester home of Helen and Robert Stoddard. He was a former museum trustee who had promised to donate much of his art collection to the institution. Under cover of night, burglars made off with 12 pieces currently estimated to be worth $10 million, including an Pierre-Auguste Renoir canvas and a J.M.W. Turner watercolor.

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A simple reverse image search of the 17th-century Dutch master’s winter scene by Schorer turned up a throw pillow featuring a print of the canvas—but in much higher fidelity than any known photographs taken of the work prior to the theft.

And it wasn’t just the pillow. At Pixels.com, which sells merchandise on demand, you could put the painting, listed as the work of Barent Avercamp—Hendrick’s nephew and student—on an iPhone case, a canvas tote bag, a puzzle, and even a face mask, among other products.

So when he found the Avercamp throw pillow, Schorer trusted his instincts. He downloaded the image of the painting and found a clue embedded in the metadata. There was the name of an art library, as well as a New York art dealer. He called the dealer, who remembered the painting from a 1995 art fair, but said that a now-defunct gallery had conducted the sale.

After four months of research, Schorer tracked down the niece of that dealer, who in turn dug through the old company records to identify the buyers. Schorer estimates it cost less than $200,000—a bargain considering that Avercamp’s auction record is $8.6 million, according to the Artnet Price Database.

Somewhere along the way, it appears someone had altered the painting’s signature to read “B. Avercamp” instead of “H. Avercamp,” making it easier to move the stolen work on the open market. Barent’s top price at auction is just £378,000 ($460,919).

The owners, a Dutch couple, had since died, so Schorer sent a letter to their heirs on behalf of the museum in 2021, looking to make arrangements for the work’s return. They never responded.

This month, Schorer had a Dutch lawyer reach out, with a warning that after 40 days, the museum would instigate a criminal case in the Netherlands. He’s hopeful that the painting’s recovery is now close at hand.

#art theft #heists #paintings #Hendrick Avercamp

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provocativmtf · 1 year

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model shoot

"Are you the model the agency called about?" the manager asked, to a confused Maddie.

"What? I got no calls from any modeling agency." Maddie says, raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever. The shoot's starting." With that, the scout pulled Maddie into the building before she even had a chance to figure what was happening, as it all went so fast.

...

Maddie, is not a girl, but, a guy. Before Maddie, there was Mason, a 39-year-old auto mechanic who enjoyed what he's doing, but hated to go home to his wife. When he'd get home, he's always getting nagged to death.

And today, it would be no ordinary day for Mason, as something would change for him...

Mason woke up the next morning, and as usual, he stretched, and yawned. Except today is different, as he noticed his arms were far more skinnier than usual, as he stretched. He felt lighter, despite having a slightly heavier chest. He looked down, and saw he had breasts. Not as pronounced, but they were there, barely poking out of his tank top. He screamed, before flinging his covers aside and ran to the restroom. He was shocked, to see his face with that of a girl's. He still had his manly face, but he now has the body of a girl. Even his hair's longer now to go with his unique body.

Even though he's been pretty much skinny his whole life, despite eating a lot.

Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! he says over and over in his head, while holding onto his head, as he began walking in circles in his apartment living room. Suddenly, he stopped. He remembered, or at least anyway; his girlfriend. There was no trace of her anywhere. Just his apartment, still in its messy state, but his girlfriend's belongings were nowhere to be found. It was as if she disappeared without a trace. But now, he didn't care, until he got a phone call. Mason rushed to the table, to see a black iPhone. Before, he never owned such a thing, as it rang and vibrated on his glass table. Mason picked it up, and tried to answer it, even as he said 'Hello' in his high yet deep voice.

"How the hell do I do this?" he muttered, until finally, he answered.

"Maddie. About damn time you answered. Listen. You're booked, so you have to be here before 12. So when are you coming in?" A male voice asked, through the iPhone. Mason looked at the clock, or where it was supposed to be, over the TV. But there was none, and his TV seemed a bit bigger now...

Maddie?!

"Uhm. Crap. What time is it now?" Mason asked, trying to look for the time.

"It's almost 11. You have to be ready, no matter what." With that, the phone went dead. Mason looked at his phone, until the screen went dark, his face is once more visible.

Or, rather, a girl's face stares back at him.

He got ready, throwing on a tank top again, before rolling his eyes.

Crap! Crap! I need a bra... He tried looking for one, but since his breasts weren't pronounced, he decided to forgo the bra, before putting on the rest of his clothes, which is his skinny jeans, Dr. Martens boots, and left his apartment.

"There you are, Maddie! What took you so long?" The manager asked, looking at the tall Maddie. She's the perfect model for their company, since she's 6'2" tall, taller than almost everyone. Except for that janitor, who's now rubbing himself in secret now that Maddie's in the building. Compared to the many models he's seen coming through, Maddie's sure different than the rest, even though clearly she's a guy in disguise.

Or, is she?

The model shoots go as planned, everything's all done and organized as Maddie gets her pictures taken, in various poses.

Maddie began seeing an assistant having an erection over the picture above, after she simply slipped the strap of her shirt down off her shoulder for the shoot.

Who wouldn't blame Maddie anyway? After all, she had a long neck, just like Mason himself before the transformation, and he resembled a girl even before.

Even though she's not athletic, Maddie is still skinny, even as Mason was skinny himself, before he transformed into Maddie.

Even Maddie herself is even skinnier than Mason, and smaller, even through she’s the same height as Mason before.

And he's loving every minute of it, the attention he's getting is nothing unlike he's gotten in the past.

#body swap #transgirl #transformation #mtf trans

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The Mysterious Benedict Society Liveblog Season 2 Episode 3: A Gold Bar in Fort Knox

Alright folks. I'm tired, I'm procrastinating, and ready to hyper fixate. Will SQ Garrison and Martina finally come back in this episode? Or was Disney+ unable to get the actor's contracts renewed and are hoping we don't notice? I hope not, but either way I'm still watching. Just the episode summary is getting me excited "Benedict takes a gamble with Curtain"- after a season where they didn't interact until the last episode (and in flashback land), I really want to see that dynamic between the brothers.

1:30- Alright her comes the polo team. Oh this is when they are hiding on the rope thing from the trailer aren't they? Yep I knew it. Time for the theme song!

3:00- Good point Reynie. There's really only two reasons someone as crazy as Curtain would kidnap you. 1) to cover his tracks and 2) get his son some friends. And he's clearly shown where his priorities are at considering how much of his son we've seen this season.

3:30- in hindsight it was very considerate of Curtain to kidnap them around the same point the scavenger hunt ends so that the kids can find them. He could have just kidnapped them at a random point, sent his spies after the kids, and made this impossible on their end, but at least he plays fair.

4:00- "People are becoming dependent on an artificial state of mind", do I smell social commentary coming? Because I'm just here to see Curtain get hit with the golf cart. YES TACTICAL FUNGAL INFECTION. PFFT- "to infect my brother with love" "he craves my approval", oh my gosh, poor Nicholas. Out to destroy his brother with the power of love and friendship. "well that was on his turf" "So is this" lol, what would Benedict's turf even look like, didn't Curtain's spies kick him out of his house multiple times?

6:30- Oh my gosh they are searching for phones, I told y'all last episode: you have the tech for brainsweeping. Just invent an iphone, it's much less complicated and will save you the trouble of looking for a landline.

6:30- "at least they are away from danger" and... cut to danger. Yes. I love this flight announcer. Yes Rhonda, helping everyone out, she's honestly the most stable person in this show.

7:17- YES NOLAND AND CANNONBALL. I've heard their characters in the show are nothing like the books and I don't remember and I don't care they are funny, so they get a pass. I love how into this conspiracy they are and I love when B plot characters act like they are not only the A plot, but the be all end all of everything. "Not just stowaways...they undermined our culinary excellence" "why haven't you found them" "some are quite small" I mean, he's not wrong. TWO HOURS LATE? THREE? oh dear. Faltering Marriage? Losing his house? Man Noland is going through it.

8:50- are the kids finally gonna get to hustle people like in the trailer? Of course the girls want to gamble. I'm with you Reynie, but I also saw the trailer and know you're gonna make bank. I love how the guy looks at Constance like "ok kid, you're in" IS CONSTANCE PLAYING WITH LOADED DICE? I know 7 is the most common combo, but that was a lot of 5/2 dice combos. Yeah Reynie, you probably should have sat this one out.

12:00- Oh my gosh his stupid little television show. False. Your name is Nathaniel Benedict and you are known for being a pathetic fool who has no idea where his son is. Oh great is he hypnotizing him.

13:30- not the cough drop ad, poor Milligan. Very true about the worrying. Not sure how I feel about the potential relationship here. Never really shipped anyone in the show. No strong positive or negative feelings yet. I do love that they can talk about their parenting struggles together.

16:00- Reynie, it's just card counting, I don't know if I'd consider it cheating. HAHA-- KATE. It was very obvious cheating too, I'm surprised no one caught them. Sticky's version was the smartest option here. Reynie, calm down, Sticky's money is fine, it was strategy. Awe Sticky <3. CONSTANCE. "when Benedict is in the ground"? She is hurting bad. Oh this is such an awkward confession.

18:40- Awe, he's so nice to them. Honesty really does pay. Too bad those water polo players are gonna steal all their money. Maybe they'll apologize and give it back later.

20:00- YES TELL HER KATE RESPECT THE SPORT. Yes Cannonball! Oh dear he's pretty winded. Take a breath man, you've worked hard. Lol, "reformed gamblers". I love how he says stowaways as if he's saying the world "murderers" and asking zero questions about the potential kidnappers or gamblers.

21:00- I love these extras. "and you always show up at the same time every day?" "WHY AS A MATTER A FACT I DO SHOW UP HERE AT THE SAME TIME EVERY DAY INDEED NEVER LATE JUST THOUGHT I'D LOUDLY REMIND YOU OF THIS FACT"

21:30- "I care about everyone" ok Curtain. meanwhile SQ is still stuck in that well

21:50- oh poor Nicholas that applause is insufferable. How much attention can one man need? Hold up is the applause like, a trigger for his hypnotism?

22:00- that's right cannonball tell him! Oh my gosh Constance's backstory gets darker every time. Poor Cannonball, he was really tested there, clearly he knows something about her fake "parents".

23:00- whoever does the announcements on the flight deserves a raise "hopefully you can experience the raw, terrifying beauty of nature's power" haha... "very slight deflation issue", we will need to throw your bags overboard. Such a professional delivery on that.

24:00- He's so proud to have caught them <3. And yes maritime court, finally what the season has been building up to. Yes Kate. Offer your engineering skills. Oh dear poor Cannonball, all his work traded away.

25:50- "abandonment and betrayal can come from anywhere even family", oh shut up Curtain I see exactly what you are doing, trying to make him feel guilty and make him susceptible. "I didn't let it affect me" ok Curtain, do we need to flashback to your season 1 episode 8 breakdown. "I'm not sad, I'm completely fine" *falls over*? Heck, you're clearly letting it affect you, you started a cult.

27:00- I really hope this works out for number 2. Oh no. Sebastian. Poor Sebastian. I love how Jillson and Jackson are treating him like he's their pet. "he never misses dinner, we should go out and look for him" like he's a stray dog. OH NO. Curtain you better not do this to your son. Or your brother. Or the world. "Seize the power together" is he trying to hypnotize Nicholas into this world domination plan?

29:00- Yes Sticky, getting your name out there. Um.. what does took care of them mean... no not tangerines, the only thing worse than stowing away. That's right drag them to prison. Kidnapping is forgivable, but tangerines? "citrus allergy', please, something tells me that story is not gonna hold up in maritime court.

30:30- "they have to be ok". "Mr. Benedict is not strong" Oh no. Poor Constance. She knows her dad too well. But there’s nothing wrong with have vulnerable emotions. And yeah, I guess Sticky's friend is coming in and out of the story now. Awe, see Reynie, you do matter to him, you're his best friend.

31:40- Ah, hello Jeffers. You're not the SQ, Garrison, or Martina we wanted, but you're funny so I'm glad to see you. I love how Curtain makes a point to get the name "society" right. He even seems to have some respect for them, oh yes he just said it... oh dear. Without mercy, dude calm down, that's pretty much what you've been doing the whole time. Lol, Reynie's broken polite Portuguese while Kate just yells go at the poor driver.

And that's all! Still wondering exactly what Curtain's end game is here. Does he want Nicholas to join him and love him or does he want him to suffer? Maybe both. Still wondering where SQ, Garrison, and Martina are. Don't hate love or care about the maybe maybe not adult romance. Need more Constance backstory ASAP. Nolland and Cannonball will be missed, and I hope they come back.

edit: also, I think we’ve covered most of the trailer shots in the first 3 episodes, so hopefully the plot is gonna start picking up here (@ SQ, Garrison, Martina, Constance Backstory, flashback land, etc.)

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so yall know i gotta lor sis righ. well. fuck dude. those obligations from earlier. part rant part support seeking skip to the very end for that second part

context. 17 y/o not in school, homeless, lowkey estranged from her parents. father is unemployed and lying abt it, abusive and his ego is constantly reacting to his material precaritys impact on his manhood, sits at my old shop all day doing nothing. mom, actually employed, covering for dad, also used to work at my old shop before being fired for stealing a stack of cash, getting worse w her precarity and also sits at the shop a lot a lot. no idea where her lor bro sleeps. no idea how old he is too, could be 12 in an 8 year olds body for all i kno

so i pick her up at 1030, we go to the mall and check the ubreakifix type place and they dont work on iphone 8s. bet. we have a spare XR she bought off her big bro. missing sim tray, got a free replacement from the shop. go to the apple store, the XR is permalocked unless factory reset from the icloud acct tethered to the device (truly dystopian imo), schedule genius bar appt for tmrw at 11. take her back to her friends house, the one i hired a month before i left so she could have a comrade and a place to stay nearish work that isnt her moms (although they were kicked out of their motel right when i hired steven i think. so, unhappy coincidence?).

sis works then so i drop her off at work at 9 and take her phone w me. go home come back to the mall. genius at the bar says its busted, whatever. not like i been sayin that. its missing like the bottom 1/5 of the backing like straight up exposed circuitry and she leans it on its bottom edge on whatever flat surface she can find at her perpetually wet food service job. refurbished options more expensive than the cheap 'new' products, not saying much tho. deliver busted phone and info to her -- her mom and dad are there ofc -- go home. later pick her up that night (last night) and drive her to her gfs in the heights. oh also dropping steven and their mutual friend off at stevens on the way. whatever its like literally en route its actually kinda perfect every time.

apparently im picking her up this morning. Okay. oh yeah shes locked out of her paycard account. she locks the card when shes at 0 in case she gets an auto withdrawal thatll overdraft her. she got paid today so she was gonna unlock it but how did she access her acct previously? thumbprint. no password memory whatsoever. pretty fair, id say? she texted me asking for the last 4 of her SSN this morning. nobody picked up her call to the bank(?) until she called them in the car with me. the form required to change login credentials when u dont have account access required those digits and a form of photo id. no ability to access it from her ADP because the pw changed at some point but it still took her print.

reminder. shes homeless and out of school. she has a birth certificate but thats where my certainty of her documentation ends. ive run into this before where i wanted to start a real bank acct for her but they require legally viable photo id and even non driver state ids require 1. proof of permanent residence (X) and 2. proof of enrollment in school for minors (X) at the MVA.

so anyways weve kinda hit a wall with the limitations her unsupportive parents / guardians have provided! its taking up a large portion of my emotional, mental, physical, and temporal space in life right now so i wanted to make a post about it. my little bandaid desire is to at least set her up with a new phone which i estimate would be $200 minimum for actual 'verified third party vendors of used phones' but ugh i didnt budget for this.

oh the support seeking! if you know me and wanna ease the load on my sisters shoulders a but, id be grateful for some help raising funds for a new phone! ill include some $ links. if were unacquainted but youre reading this anyway and have a spare $5 wed love the support! thanks for reading :)

cashapp: $rmwperfect | venmo: @rmwperfect | paypal: @37q

#fuck it ill edit links in since its not letting me paste anything

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celltophone · 1 year

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luvleley · 1 year

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part 12 - barefoot hooligan

The sound of Chenle’s phone alarm, you know, the really irritating iPhone one, wakes me up, and it quite frankly pisses ne off far more than usual. Chenle doesn’t move at all. “Oi,” I say, tapping his arm, “turn that the fuck off.”

He doesn’t respond.

I sigh, my gaze set on the paper-white curtains with no thoughts clouding my mind. The breeze irregularly blew the curtains, the curtains were drawn. The day was quite rainy and dull.

It was at that moment it hit me, I looked around the room, noticing that it wasn’t my room, in fact it was Chenle’s room.

“Fuck, did I sleep here?” I mutter to myself, ruffling my hair out of my face. Suddenly, Chenle yawns and moves around in the bed a little.

He rubs his eyes and sits himself up against the headboard, and turns towards ne who was still dumbfounded.

Chenle stared at me blankly but then his jaw dropped in realisation of what he had realised. “Where the fuck are my clothes and how did we end up back here?!” Chenle screams, fully waking up.

He looks under the sheets to double check and looks back up, “where are my clothes-” I scream slightly, trying to push myself off the mattress only for my hand to be met with a human chest. alarmed, I immediately shoot up from the blankets and my eyes meet Chenle’s.

“I know we are together but?!”

“Oh no, where are my clothes!” I practically screech, covering myself with the blanket as if it gave me protection.

“Why aren’t we wearing clothes?!” he says back, at equal volume. Suddenly, Chenle’s panicked face softens and his lips curl into a smirk.

“What are you smirking at now?”

“When I say to be continued- i really mean to be continued,” his flirty glance is practically staring into my soul and his tongue licking his top lip.

I tried to act annoyed but it was different to stay in that state, how couldn’t I giggle at this? it was humorous. I quickly pulled one of Chenle’s hoodies over my head and gathered my belongings as quickly as I could.

“Can you two shut up?” Haechan groans from the ground, scaring the both of us. “It's too early for this.”

“What are you doing in my room?! you have your own room!” Chenle jumps in surprise. “well, I see the black out squad has awakened,” Renjun smirks too deviously as he leaned against the door.

“w-what- how,” my eyes flickered between the three boys, all of them being shirtless, “For fuck sake put some clothes on! ALL OF YOU.”

I yelled as I grasped fistfulls of Chenle’s duvet and wrapped it around my bottom half. Renjun and Haechan snorted as I tripped over a pile of clothes and fell face first on the carpet.

“Shut it you two!” I groaned as I picked up my clothes and barged past Renjun.

Renjun and Haechan silently laughed until they hear the front door slam shut. Both boys grin at Chenle and coarsely jump onto his bed.

“What happenedddd,” Haechan asked, “did you guys do IT,” Renjun added. Chenle just stared at the window blankly before coming back to planet earth.

“Did you-”

“Will you two piss off!” Chenle yelled, pushing both of the snorting boys off of the bed.

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#chenle #nct dream #chenle x reader #nct college au #nct x reader #zhong chenle #zhong chenle x reader #nct 127 #nct dream college au #nct dream x reader #chenle scenarios #haechan #nct scenarios #nct imagines #park jisung #mark lee

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firelord-frowny · 2 years

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some thoughts about the uhhhh possibility of starting adhd meds.

im reading all these descriptions of positive experiences people have had with adhd meds and it's all this stuff about how, all of a sudden, they gained the ability to just DECIDE to do things. they could get up and make their bed and cook breakfast and do a lil workout before going to their job instead of waking up and then just, idk, picking at a fucking loose thread in their bed sheets for an hour and a half before rushing to throw on some clothes and then forget to pee before hurrying to work.

people talk about all the goals that had always been out of their reach that they're now accomplishing. they get their masters degree. they land their dream job. they eat better and exercise.

and like...

as much as i loathe ~altering my brain chemistry~ as a concept if only because i honestly do love myself the way i am and my only issue is that i can't seem to function in this particular culture/era/society,

the thought of finally being able to ACTUALLY FINISH my artistic goals THRILLS me. i have dozens of unfinished violin covers/arrangements sitting in my soundtrap account. dozens of unfinished transcriptions handwritten on staff paper that i can't even find anymore. i've been meaning to learn the entirety of vivaldi's four seasons for like 12 fucking years. been meaning to record versions of La Folia. Been meaning to finish like 5 screenplays. been meaning to put together some kind of ~chapbook~ featuring my creative nonfiction and my photography artsy lil iphone pics. the method book i've been writing is off to SUCH a fantastic start but i just CAN'T get myself to COMMIT to working on it on any kind of schedule. I've been meaning to audition for grad school. i KNOW now that i AM good enough to stand a chance at getting into Eastman or NEC or Stony Brook, and i know i could be all but GUARANTEED admission into Peabody... but I know I need some coaching before I'll truly be prepared for those auditions, but i just cannot seem to get myself MOVING in terms of searching for a teacher who's qualified and willing to help me. i wanna turn myself into the Number One Choice when anyone in the area is looking for a session violinist. I wanna develop art/music/etc projects that I could pitch for various ~artists in residence~ programs like the ones hosted by the national parks service. i KNOW i could create something worthy of Denali or Crater Lake or Kings Canyon.

BUT I CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T!!!! I can't think straight! I can't draw a straight line between any two points in time or space! even a fucking lightning bolt, with all its fractals and leaders and jagged little tendrils is more streamlined and less chaotic than I am. every idea i ever have scatters like oriental cockroaches in a damp basement the minute any light whatsoever shines on them. every intention i ever commit to sublimates into a broken promise before i ever have the chance to lift one finger in its honor.

my entire life is an attic full of failed inventions. a cemetery of stillborn brainchildren.

and yet somehow the idea of being able to actually accomplish all or even just some of these things kinda scares the shit out of me.

like, what am i gonna DO all day when i'm finally able to focus on a task?

i've spent so much of my life in a constant state of being stressed from feeling overworked and overwhelmed during a time where the decisions about how I spent my days weren't up to me. and i couldn't cope with even a quarter of the amount of Responsibilities that everyone else seemed to be able to cope with. and i was so fucking miserable, i honestly, truly, felt like i didn't even want to be alive.

and now i'm terrified of the prospect of being busy again, because business strangled the life out of me in high school and college.

i don't wanna Do Tasks because I don't wanna risk the possibility of going back to being that overwhelmed, miserable person. and i KNOW that one of the benefits of meds is - or at least is supposed to be - gaining the ability to focus in such a way that i'm not so easily overwhelmed anymore.

but i cannot imagine what that's like. i CANNOT IMAGINE what it's like to wake up every day - or at least most days - and decide to spend 6+ hours on any particular task at all, and then actually do it. and then, if i DO do it, to still feel content and at ease by the time I'm done.

what am i gonna do all day??? am i gonna still know how to enjoy having ~down time~? am i gonna wish that i had more downtime? am i gonna resent the fact that i can't dedicate as much time as i feel like to just doing things that make me happy???

wtf is gonna happen to me? what's that LIKE???

literally, what do people do all day at their jobs?? how does being, say, a department head in a youth music program, use up 6+ hours of your day? what do you DO after you get to work? how is there SO MUCH to do that you actually have to keep Doing Things until it's time to go home??

what does an architect do for 8 hours a day?? what does a sports utility store manager do for 8 hours a day? what does a dog trainer do for 8 hours a day??? are they actually, literally just training dogs nonstop?? or are there other responsibilities, too? how is there even enough time in the world to do anything for 8 hours a day?

and its STOOPID that i don't get it, bc like... i went to SCHOOL and did TASKS for more than eight hours a day! my day in high school was TWELVE HOURS. 10 if you don't count the commute back and forth. my longest days in college began at 10am-ish and went until 10pmish. so CLEARLY there are things that can occupy all that time, even if there are a couple hours worth of lulls dispersed throughout.

but like woooooooooooooooow.

im legit so afraid of being busy. :(

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