#trip album lb

[mayoiayasep]

power charge++ scared me for a sec i though my computer had switched to the 2wink album…

#like ngl i did not expect that sort of techy sound from ryuseitai. not complaint tho i loved it #trip album lb #enstars tag

[flowersandbigteeth]

Hey I'm not too sure whether you are open for requests but I'll just leave it here anyway because I just absolutely LOVE the way you write mythical creatures and demons. (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ Each and every one of your works were just devoured by me in mere hours after I found your profile. ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Especially the one with Chase the tentacle monster. Yum. (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)✨

So I was wondering if it would be possible to write a drabble or smut of a yandere maedar. They are a bit lesser known Greek mythical creatures and are basically the male versions of gorgons. (Just in case you didn't know)

The fact about their loyalty to their mates is what made me wonder about them.

I had never heard of these before you sent this, but I love the idea of a male version of a gorgon. I immediately got attached to the idea of Rohan having tattoos on his head of snakes in honor of his sisters, which then made me visualize him as this total pierced up sort of biker badass! Thanks for sending me this, it's so interesting to do unique monsters.

Maeder (Rohan) x female reader

Word Count: almost 3k

W: nsfw monster smut, vaginal sex, some bullying and brief discussion of suicide, mention of yandere activities

“Rohan, stop hissing at him,” you chided your security guard. 

“Hsssss!” he hissed louder, bearing his fangs this time. 

The skinny man in the suit holding an 8.5x11 glossy of you with your cello might have pissed himself and practically tripped over his own feet running away. 

Rohan was a pretty intimidating visage, that’s why your mother/manager had hired him to be your security guard. At eight feet tall and probably 500 lbs, the Maeder had a bald head covered with writhing tattoos of snakes bearing their fangs.

Venom dripped from their teeth, a vivid gold compared to his gray skin. Gold studs pierced his face above his eyebrow and a gold septum piercing hung in his nose. He didn’t look like the type of guy you wanted to fuck with. 

You swatted his arm and his gold, reptilian eyes flicked to you. 

“My job is security Miss (Y/N),” he growled, “these groupies are dangerous.”

“I think they are just harmless fans,” you assured him, rolling your eyes. 

He grunted.  Rohan didn’t think anyone was harmless, except maybe you. He saw the sick letters you got from psychos when he went through your mail. Any one of these “harmless fans” could be a serious threat. Your phone rang and you sighed, answering it. 

“Hello mother,” you said, tightly into the phone.

“Where was your head at (Y/N)?” she snapped, “you won't get another sponsorship with that kind of performance. Have you been out partying too much?” 

You huffed. 

“Mother, you know where I’ve been…all I ever do is practice,” you grumbled at her as you made your way through the back of the concert hall with Rohan leading the way. 

He guided you to a sleek limousine and helped you in. You always felt bad for how he had to crouch in these things to fit, but your mother ordered the cars and she didn’t take his comfort into consideration. 

“Ugh,” you groaned, crumpling once you were inside. You loved the cello, but you hated the celebrity of it all. Your mother was a marketing genius and had helped you build a fabulous career, but now you wished you could just work on movie soundtracks at home instead of these public recitals she made you do. She wanted to expand your career, make you into a pop star or something.

You’d recorded two solo albums, composed the soundtrack to a popular video game, and appeared on the cover of a popular ladies’ magazine. Still, as successful as she’d made you, you didn’t get the scheme. You were just a nerdy girl who was good at one thing, playing the cello, not some flashy celebrity. You weren’t exceptionally gorgeous or crazy fit like she seemed to want you to be. 

“Well you aren’t practicing enough,” she snapped, “and what are you eating? You look like a pig! I’m hiring you another trainer, that asshole obviously isn’t doing his job.” 

You rubbed your eyes, probably smearing makeup all over your cheeks, but you didn’t care. Listening to her talk was like melting your face with an iron. 

“Are you on your way home?” she snarled, “make sure you put some ice on your face before you go to sleep. You had bags under your eyes. You can’t go out there looking like a trash bin, (Y/N). I’ve got you an appointment scheduled for Botox next week and then we’ll start looking into a boob job.” 

You put the phone on the car seat and closed your eyes, ignoring her prattling. She was going on about Botox options and body shaping. There was nothing wrong with your face and you didn’t need to go on a diet or get surgery. You needed to figure out how to unlink yourself from being your mother’s project. Maybe she could manage a celebrity puppy…though you hated to put anyone, even a dog, through her version of management. She’d probably make the puppy get leg lengthening surgery or something. 

At some point Rohan just hit the red button to end the call. She’d go on for a while without even noticing you’d hung up if she ever noticed at all. Usually she just gave you some curt order about your diet or skincare routine before hanging up herself. You shot him a grateful glance. 

“She’s just using you, you know,” he said, fiddling with a knife at his knee. 

He was always so stoic except when he had something to say, which wasn’t often. Then he was nervous, even though his voice was deep and commanding. 

“I know…but all this wouldn’t exist without her,” you said, waving vaguely at the expensive dress you were wearing, the limousine, your $10,000 cello, and even him, “It’s kind of a trade, isn’t it?” 

He frowned. 

“Usually trades are consensual,” he growled, waving back at you, “all this wouldn’t exist without you.” 

“Mmm,” you said, “I guess. I could leave if I wanted, but where would I go?” 

He snorted. 

“You can’t actually,” he smiled darkly, “why do you think I’m paid so much?” 

You looked at him blankly. 

“What? My mother is paying you to keep me from running away?” you asked. 

He nodded, his eyes trained on you, reading your expression. 

“You’re her golden goose,” he said, “she was worried you’d fall in love with some tech mogul and want to quit. You’re the talented, beautiful genius, you’ll be just fine, but what about her? To keep her living in the way she’s grown accustomed to, she hired me to handle those sorts of things. Discourage suitors…report back to her on your relationships…Get rid of anyone who gets too close…all of that.”

He pulled out his phone and held up a screen with a notepad app full of dates and times. 

“I’m supposed to be collecting data on your emotional state so she can use it to declare you unfit to manage your own estate,” he went on.

Your eyes widened.  

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked. 

He shrugged and didn’t say anything else, looking away and shoving his phone back in his pocket. You glanced out the window at the city going by and frowned, tears pricking your eyes. Though you were hurt and felt betrayed, you didn’t get to be a nationally acclaimed cellist because you were weak of spirit. You took a deep breath and looked out the window, centering yourself. 

“So I’ve really been a prisoner all along,” you murmured, seeing the tall buildings blurring together as prison bars, “aren’t you afraid now that I know, I’ll try to get away?” 

He barked out a somber laugh and you supposed that was your answer. He was paid to make sure that didn’t happen and just by looking at him you could tell there wasn’t much hope. 

Rohan pulled off his jacket and covered you with it as you made your way into your building to avoid the flashing lights of the few paparazzi posted outside. By your mother’s standards, you looked horrible. If she saw you on some blog with makeup smeared all over your face she would have a conniption fit. 

For a moment you were surrounded with the scent of him and his cologne. He smelled a bit spicy. When you reached the top floor you wandered out onto your balcony, kicking your heels off behind you and looking out over the city. It was hard to feel like a prisoner up here, looking down at the rooftops. You leaned out, clutching the balustrade and took a deep breath in. 

Thick warm hands, suddenly wrapped around you and you started. 

“Don’t jump,” Rohan’s deep voice rumbled in your ear. 

You spat out a dry laugh. 

“You thought I was going to kill myself?” you rasped, “don’t you think it would serve you right, watching me throw myself off the building after what you just told me? You’re my jailor, after all.”  

He turned you around to look at you, tipping your face up and his lips came down on yours, hungry and desperate. 

“You're a fool if you think I’m just going to let her have you,” he growled an inch away from your face, “you’re mine (Y/N).” 

His mouth smashed back into yours, one heavy hand holding you to him by your waist and the other wound in your hair so tightly you couldn’t move. You could only accept his kiss and moan into his mouth. 

This was…unexpected…but not unwelcome. You’d always found Rohan to be attractive, he was just so serious you never thought he even considered sex. You’d never seen his eyes follow another man or woman except with a look of distrust in them. He was handsome so people threw themselves at him all the time, but he never seemed the slightest bit moved, always focused intensely on you. 

The big hand on your waist drifted over your ass, cupping and squeezing the flesh. It slid further down and you let out a squeal, when he pulled you up to his chest, pulling your legs around his waist. 

You dragged your lips away from him just a half an inch and whispered into his mouth. 

“What is this? We shouldn’t be doing this,” you gasped, “you work for my mother.”  

You were confused. He was your jailor, you shouldn’t be giving in to his advances. He chuckled and kissed you, pressing his tongue between your lips and twining it with yours. When he pulled away you were only aware of his words and his flavor, sweet cinnamon.

“I’m gonna fuck you against this window and then I’m gonna take you away from here.” 

Before you could respond his thick hand jerked your dress down, snapping the thin spaghetti straps that held it up and letting your breasts pop out. He pulled your chest to his head and his mouth latched on to your nipple, kissing and suckling. 

“Ahhh!” you wailed, surprised by the sudden hot, wet contact.

“Y-you sh-shouldn’t…” you tried to insist. 

His mouth popped off your nipple for just a second. 

“Then tell me to stop,” he growled, his nose brushing the flesh. 

You just looked at him for a moment, but couldn’t bring the words to your lips. It felt too good. It didn’t matter what happened after this, you just wanted him. 

He smirked and went back to laving your nipples with his tongue, pressing your back against the cool glass behind you. The only thing that came out of your mouth were moans and his name. 

You felt his thick fingers fumbling with your panties until you heard a long rip. Pushing you further up the window, he shimmied your dress up your hips and attacked your pussy with long wet laps. His split tongue played with your clit and your legs instinctively wrapped around his head, pulling him closer as he drove you wild with his agile appendage. 

Propped on his shoulders, he speared your cunt with his fingers. You were already soaking wet and your juices dribbled down his wrist as he pumped his digits inside of you mercilessly. 

Screaming your channel clenched down on his fingers as you came with them inside. Colors flashed in your eyes and your hands clung to his head, nails making crescent dents on his skin. Pulling back, he grinned at you and spun you around to face the window. 

“Do you know how many times I’ve watched you prancing around this fucking penthouse in those little booty shorts you wear, wanting to take you right here?” he growled, “I should have marked off the spot with chalk for how many times I jerked myself off, thinking about fucking you against this window. And as much as I loved rubbing one out over your pretty lips while you were sleeping, I’m gonna make this cunt mine for good.” 

As alarming as that should have been, his glowing golden eyes reflected in the glass in front of you and his hot breath in your ear made your pussy leak even more at the admission and your clit sparkled with need. 

He grabbed the back of your head, his fat fingers digging into your hair, and held your face against the cool glass while he freed his cock from his pants. You screamed his name as he impaled you with it in one smooth stroke, not even trying to hold back.

You had no idea but Rohan needed to take you like this. He needed to ruin you for anyone else. He’d been watching you for a year, obsessing over you, planning and plotting how he was going to take his mate. He would have already killed your mother if he thought it would get him any closer to having you. Instead he’d been collecting information on her and feeding it to lawyers he’d hired to make sure your interests were well represented. 

He held you in the air with little effort, your arms and legs dangling as he pulled back and slammed into you again, all the while holding your head into the window. He’d pinned you against the glass so he wouldn't bruise your cheek as he took you as hard as he needed to. Though you felt like he was going to snap you in half each time he powered into you, your back arched. 

From the edge of your vision you could see the glittering lights of the city sparkling below you. Your fingers pressed against the smooth surface because there was nothing else to hold on to as he slammed into you over and over again. Drool and your black mascara were streaking the glass. 

You howled with every stroke, having never been stretched by someone so large before. His cock was long and thick, filling you to the brim and pounding your walls mercilessly. 

“Fuck, babygirl, that’s it,” he groaned loudly, grunting like an animal as he thrust in and out of you, “you’re so fucking tight.” 

Soon he was just growling “mine” and your name over and over again while he rutted you. You gasped and sobbed, your eyes crossed as his dick battered your G-spot. 

With your pussy gushing around him, he jerked you back against his chest forcing you down over his cock a few more times before he emptied himself into you, grunting your name. The thread holding you together snapped and you orgasmed to his hot cum flooding you, barely noticing the sharp pain at your neck, where he bit you. 

When he slipped out of you, he pulled you into a princess hold, folding his head down at the neck and nuzzling the bite. 

“Wh-what was th-that?” you stammered. 

It wasn’t bad, just unexpected. 

“My mating bite,” he murmured, his voice a grumble rolling in your ear, “you’re mine.” 

Your heart fluttered at that. Again, this was all so unexpected, but you didn’t find yourself upset…In fact you felt safe and supported. Like someone was finally on your team. Maybe that was foolish to assume, but as he carried you to your bedroom, you found yourself snuggling your face into his shoulder and sighing happily. 

He stroked your hair as he climbed into your king sized bed with you still tucked in his arms. Arranging himself against the headboard he watched you fall asleep in his arms, gazing in awe at the bite on your neck you’d so easily accepted. Honestly, he’d worried you’d cry and fight and he’d wondered if he would have been able to hold himself back. 

Your soft submission in that moment was so much sweeter and tied him to you more tightly than anything you could ever say would. 

When you woke from your nap, he was going to help you pack your things to take you to a safe house where you could stay while you filed criminal charges against your mother for fraud. You were Rohan’s mate and he didn’t want to see you used as your mother’s meal ticket.

Even if legal means didn’t work, he would find illegal ones to accomplish his task. If you wanted to write soundtracks or albums or do nothing at all, he was going to keep you safe and secure till the day you died. 

#monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster smut #monster romance #x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #yandere smut #yandere male #yandere x reader

[are-we-really-doing-this]

What was the nu metal song/album/band (take your pick) that got you into the genre, if you don’t mind me asking? :)

I do not mind one little bitty bit, I LOVE asks like these. In terms of nu metal as a whole, the first artists I liked were Rob Zombie, Kid Rock, and a few nu-adjacent post grunge, rap rock, and industrial acts, but those are all pretty accessible. When I REALLY started getting into nu metal the first songs I ever really fucked with was Break Stuff and Twist, originally, I admit, as a joke. The next two were Bodies by Drowning Pool and Down With the Sickness, my dad is a big fan of those two along with Alone I Break by Korn. Those were my angst anthems for a loooong time. Then one summer I went on a trip to Jersey and I plowed through the whole Nu Metal Spotify playlist on a car trip and then another one with some deeper cuts. I very clearly remember that one starting with Stupify by Disturbed and it was pretty much all over from there. I got super into Korn and LB after that and at some point I really got attached to Primer 55, Spineshank, American Head Charge, Dry Kill Logic, The Union Underground, Cold, Crossfade, Mushroomhead, and shit like that because they’re criminally undiscussed on Tumblr for fandom reasons.

#got a little tangent-y but I’m in a talkative mood tonight #thank you so much for the ask #hope this answered your question #nu metal #my anonz

[thisthiccbitch]

Note to self - creating a 2023 bullet journal

1) Places traveled list with picture slot

2) Favorite song of the month

3) Monthly Cat Picture of Trip

4) Favorite month memory with picture slot

5) gym tracker - maybe activity tracker - yoga, lifting and cardio

6) monthly self portrait

7) monthly self portrait challenge that I probably borrowed from tiktok

8) accomplishments - monthly/yearly?

9) books read + rating

10) workout (3 month variety) with weight lbs tracking

11) favorite album of the month

[natromanxoff]

Joepie - December 15, 1985

(x)

Translation by Louis Bernoski:

'PRIDE ALMOST KILLED ME'

Queen's Freddie Mercury personal.

'I admit I hardly thought about Queen during finalizing my solo album', says Freddie Mercury smiling. 'I wanted to make it on my own. That I didn't succeed in that is only a blessing fot Queen in the future.' It's impossible to upbraid Freddie Mercury any lack of honesty. That shows during this up-front interview. 

Remarkable hobby

Freddie, is it true that your real name isn't Freddie Mercury?

'Yes. I'm actually called Frederick Bulsara, but I thought that name wouldn't work in showbizz. (He laughs) I was born 39 years ago on the island of Zanzibar, but I lived till my 13th in the Indian harbour town Bombay. Then I moved to England with my parents.'

Were you a talented singer already then?

'I always liked to sing. At school I was in a choir. I didn't have any idea then I later would make a living with that.'

Do you remember your first band?

'Not really. I can remember at first I was attrackted by what they called during the sixties 'progressive music'. My first bands where called Wreckage and Sour Milk Sea, but don't ask me which one was first.'

Did you have a lot of boring jobs?

'Not as many as a lot of colleagues, I think. I can remember I once had a stand on the Kensington Antiquities Market in London. I sold various so called hippie stuff.'

You saved a remarkable hobby from those years.

'Absolutely. I am still a very enthousiastic collector of antiquities. I bring all my savings to the famous auctionhouse Sotheby's.'

TERRIBLY LONELY

How would you define yourself?

'That's a tough one. How do you like this? Workaholic, restless, honest, humourous an incorrigible romantic.'

Do you have a steady girlfriend?

'No. And I don't have to. The on-going quest for the big love is very inspiring for me as an artist. I think that if I ever will find one immediately my musical career will be over.'

Are you very wealthy?

'I think I don't have to work anymore during my entire life, but I can't stop.'

You are always very busy. Do you ever rest?

'I don't need a lot of sleep. Three or four hours a night will do for me I guess. Therefor air flights are very relaxing for me.'

What do you like less about the life of a star?

'A lot of times I can feel myself terribly lonely. It's no fun, living in hotelrooms. On tours very often roadies, bodyguards and managers are running behind me, but at the same time I am on my own.'

How do you look back at your recent solo trip?

'With mixed feelings. At one side it was a fantastic challenge to try it once without Brian, Roger and John. On the other hand it was very dangerous. I felt so strong that I suddenly thought I didn't need the other guys anymore. Fortunately the album wasn't that succesfull like a lot of people expected. Maybe the pride had killed me and I quit with Queen. But when I finished One Vision with the boys I realised that that would be the worst thing that could happen to me.'

[In the yellow:]

Win all QUEEN albums

At the editorial office we have a box-set with all albums of this superband. Alltogether thirteen albums with some never before released songs in special covers. We would very like to give this away to a loyal reader and Queenfan. If you want to be the lucky one, answer very fast the following questions:

1. In which ocean is the island of Zanzibar, where Freddie Mercury was born 39 years ago?

2. With which British superstar Queen recorded a duo-record?

3. Which member of Queen was the first one who dared to walk the solo path?

(Sorry, actualy this magazine is from Belgium where they use Flemish Dutch, which is a bit different in use of the language than Dutch of The Netherlands. (LB))

Send your answers on a postcard to our editorial adress quoting 'Queen-box'. As consolations price we have some Queen goodies in stock.

[With the pictures:

Picture above:

With very good girlfriend Barbara Valentin. 'I didn't find my big love yet', Freddie admits.

Picture underneath:

Freddie with the other Queen boys. 'The group is stronger than ever', the singer says.]

#queen #queen band #freddie mercury #queen scans #joepie december 1985

[bloodybells1]

2021 was a banner year for the adventurist in me. There were two relatively extensive backpacking trips—nine days over the Uintas in Utah and seven in Yosemite’s backcountry—along with two shorter, though still quite satisfying trips. I canoed with my girlfriend over all three of the Saranac Lakes in upstate New York’s Adirondack Park in June and capped off the season with a solo, three-day loop hike of the Cranberry Lake 50 Trail in October.

I’m including some select photos throughout this post.

You can also follow this link to the full albums.

It was truly a memorable season. Canoeing is a recent discovery and the trip upstate in June of this year was the second time we’d rented a canoe and gone paddling. It definitely solidified my passion for this other way to engage with wilderness, over water instead of land. Maybe I’m prefiguring my activities for later years when my knees may not be so compliant, who knows!

The Uinta trip was really challenging on so many different levels, not just physical, but organizational (nine days is a long time to be without electricity) and psychological—again, nine days is a long time to be without electricity.

And the Yosemite trip, because it had so much off-trail navigation, was super challenging in its very frequent stressors of boulder hopping and talus negotiation.

Finally, the loop around Cranberry Lake in October, during peak foliage season for upstate New York, was a feast for the eyes.

The season wasn’t without some sadness, however.

When I imagine this season’s trips, I think of something like a “desert sandwich” where the two trips out West in the middle, which were exceedingly dry and forest-fire plagued, were flanked by two “bread slices” of moisture up in the Adirondacks. Indeed, back East everything seems superlatively wet after spending so much time amidst the fire ravaged West.

The effect on my trips, which was limited mostly to obstructive haze on the horizon, paled in comparison, obviously, to the degree of suffering that Californians, Oregonians, Washingtonians and others are experiencing. Along with the Douglas-fir beetle, which, due to warming temperatures, has accelerated its generation-long desiccation of the West’s beautiful firs, pines, and spruces, the burning forests made climate change a directly visible, impactful phenomenon, something from which we here in the Northeast have been relatively shielded. It is all very sad.

But there were also many positive things to focus on. Like how I’ve turned a corner with my goal of getting my base weight down to 18 lbs. It’s taken me years to hone my gear set up, with innumerable updates to certain items, such as my stove, and continual shaving and cataloguing of the gear in order to whittle down the weight. It was noticeable this year: towards the end of each trip, after most of the food and other consumables were depleted, I felt light as a feather. The weight savings enabled an increase in my overall performance.

Despite the obvious effects of climate change, not to mention the resultant disruptions to traditionally understood wilderness engagement, the trips this year nonetheless massively delivered in terms of wilderness quality. From the wide, open lacustrine vistas canoeing over giant lakes in June upstate, to the stentorian geological structures of the high Uintas in Utah, from the savannah-like arboreta of Yosemite to the ambrosia of the leaf-covered forest floor on the cusp with winter in Cranberry Lake, this season brought me a feast of the senses.

Stella Adler implored her students to get out of their acting ruts by visiting parks and botanical gardens because only with Mother Nature’s chaotic law of the curving branch, as opposed to the geometrical monotony of the urban grid, could an artist become truly unstuck. If that is true, then I feel as though this season could have dislodged me from the most tenacious writer’s block one could imagine.

This isn’t to say that it was easy. I was coping with a knee injury, which happened somewhat out-of-the-blue, ironically during a low-key yoga class in October of 2020. I spent the winter recuperating and laying low physically, which made me a little nervous about all of the mileage and elevation gain coming up for these trips. Here’re some of the stats.

The Uinta Highline Trail is 104 miles long with an aggregate elevation gain profile of a little over 18,000 feet.

The Yosemite High Route, which the group I hiked with conducted in September, totaled up to around 67 miles and a little over 56,000 feet, though that included a fair amount of rigorous off-trail hiking which was almost like hiking double the amount of miles in terms of energy costs.

I was averaging sixteen mile days over the relatively flat Cranberry Lake 50 trail, which, you guessed it, is about fifty miles long.

All in all these were trips requiring a decent amount of fitness, and I felt that I was coming into them this year kind of on a deficit. Thankfully, I have no new injuries to report at this time, which makes me very psyched for what’s in store next year—though also somewhat chastened by the difficulty in overcoming the inertia I came in with.

About the group I was a part of in Yosemite: we were roughly a ten-member backpacking crew assembled by Andrew Skurka Adventures. For those of you who don't know, Andrew Skurka, perhaps the most accomplished thruhiker, has put together a guiding business that takes clients not just to Yosemite but all the way to Alaska, as well. He hires guides who are leaders in the field and brings to each trip an ethos that perfectly encapsulates the true spirit of outdoor adventuring. I have to say that the bonds I experienced with my fellow travelers over the course of a mere seven days were profound. From the insights that we shared with each other over dinner each night to the beautiful episodes of mutual emotional support and, when needed, physical assistance, the events of this trip will stay in my heart for the rest of my life.

I got to learn more about using the camera I purchased last year, my third since I started using a dedicated one for these types of trips in 2012.

This one, a Fujifilm XF10, was recommended to me by a friend and I’ve been immensely impressed with its depth and functionality. (I was able to purchase the one with the faux-brown-leather grip that gives a vintage feel and look).

I can’t really use a true DSLR, which is a very bulky and complicated type of camera. They’re not very practical on these types of trips, at least for my style of capture. I find that taking the time to put things into focus and setting up shots and simply engaging a much higher quality camera like a DSLR is simply not possible when thruhiking and grinding out fifteen mile days over challenging terrain, or at least not feasible with any degree of regularity. I think I'd walk out of each trip with only ten photos if that were the case. Which would be a shame given how much weight contribution one of those cameras adds.

Instead, I use a sort of statistical approach to photo taking, one that utilizes the benefits of quantity of photos taken in the field from which a photo of very high quality might be extracted. So it’s key that I be able to whip out the camera with ease every five minutes or so. Given the constant trail conditions, then, it basically has to be a point-and-shoot camera.

But it also has to be better than an iPhone: I’m averse to consulting the apps and icons on my mobile screen while I’m in the backcountry, an interface upon which my eyes gaze for hours each day out in the frontcountry. I go on these trips for a “civilization cleanse” and looking at my phone all the time would defeat that purpose!

I feel confident that the photos taken with this new camera evince a greater depth of field and sharper focus than the previous ones. If you care to compare by looking through the albums, the new camera begins in the albums starting in 2020.

2021 was also the year when NFT’s reached a new level of public consciousness. Like with so many artists who’ve recently entered this space, Beeple (Mike Winkelmann) and his 69.3 million dollar NFT sale of “Everydays: the First 5000 Days” at Christie’s was what initially made me curious about what exactly is going on with cryptocurrency, NFT’s and other blockchain technology-related elements of Web 3.0. After researching a bit, I’m now convinced that offering NFT’s of some of my work is a logical next step in—and should be an integral component of—the distribution of my work. To that end, I’m looking into having my subsequent music releases tokenized on the blockchain and I’m very excited about this new phase in my output.

However, before getting started on incorporating this technology into my music output, I thought the better way to get started with crypto and artmaking was to open a sort of NFT store for my nature photography.

Jpegs were the “early-adopter” file format for this space. The reason for this is they’re relatively low in bytes, are basically static images, and have a robust “meme-ification” factor, which explains why this medium became the vanguard receptacle for NFT’s.

I’ve been working with nature photos ever since I started hiking in 2012. And so I came to believe that offering some of my favorite ones as NFT’s would be a great way to get started in this space.

So I’m here to announce that my “NFT Store” is up and running on my website! Click here to take a look at the offerings.

As a note of possible interest, all of the proceeds will go to the Sunrise Movement.

Also, it’s worth mentioning that the blockchain network on which I’m storing these NFT’s is a so-called “green NFT” type of token. The underlying tech, unlike that of the “perpetrators” of Bitcoin and Ethereum, does not require the vast amounts of energy consumption that those other blockchain techs do, and is thus not a contributor to climate change.

I’m keeping the prices very low, basically the equivalent of $2.50 and $5 a pop. I put up a lot of explanatory text about the blockchain I’m using and also a bit about how you might get started with some cryptocurrency with which to purchase these photos if you don’t already use cryptocurrency in your finances.

While I’m at it, why don’t I include some links to some helpful NFT guides online for those who want to learn more about this space?

I’ll be honest, there’s a big learning curve when it comes to understanding cryptocurrency. Personally, it has all been worth it for me because I find the tech fascinating, I do truly believe it’s going to transform the Internet (Web 3.0), and I am genuinely excited to incorporate NFT’s into my workflow. So here’s a list of links to some YouTube instruction vids, blog posts and articles that I found immensely helpful as a sort of “starter course” on blockchain technology. I hope you enjoy it.

A very helpful, though long and involved, guide to blockchain technology in general:

https://youtu.be/qOVAbKKSH10

A quick primer on just what NFT’s actually are:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjsQMAd7_SA

Another guide to NFT’s from The Verge:

https://www.theverge.com/22310188/nft-explainer-what-is-blockchain-crypto-art-faq

An interesting article on NFT’s and the music industry:

https://nonfungible.com/blog/nfts-and-the-music-industry

Some info on green NFT’s:

https://www.artnome.com/greennfts

An explanation of the Bitcoin whitepaper, the founding document of blockchain technology from 2008:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dpqtav3oT4k

A YouTube channel with a giant library of informative videos on all things crypto:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsYYksPHiGqXHPoHI-fm5sg

To conclude: I'm including all the links to my own photos in one space on this blog post right here, so it's easy to reference:

a) the photo gallery on my website,

b) the photo album menu page for all of the photos I’ve uploaded,

and c) the NFT marketplace landing page for my photos where you can purchase NFT’s, if you are so interested.

And Happy Thanksgiving!

[alexiessan]

Never alone - Chapter Two - Soulmate AU

AO3

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Hello! Faster than ever before, I present you the second chapter of Never Alone!

I chose to not describe Marinette with her clothes or hairstyle so that you can imagine her as you want! In my mind, since she's a fashion designer, I imagine her always changing her clothes and very fashionable. I don't see her with her pigtails either. But it's up to you as to how you see her!

Also, I'm French, so if there are any grammatical mistakes, do not hesitate to tell me so I can come back and correct them!

Two months in the new school year, and Marinette was already exhausted. While she had a very calm summer filled with outings with her friends, she was now drowning in work. Jagged wanted her to design his newest album cover, and Clara Nightingale has asked for a new outfit for a music video.

 At school, Alya and Marinette were doing their best to find a good trip for the end of the year. The school had a decent amount of money that was set aside specifically for their class trip, but they would need to organize an event or two if they wanted to go somewhere outside of Europe. They were lucky enough that their class’ trip was set for their first year of high school: Mrs. Mendelieiv’s class’ trip was set for the next year, right before the first set of exams for the baccalaureat. 

 Along with all that, there was also her duty as Ladybug. Hawkmoth has been relatively calm during the summer, but as soon as school started again in September, he released his akumas again.

 Except, now, they were more brutal than ever before.

 Ladybug cursed as the Akuma managed to deeply cut her on her left side. She watched as Chat jumped in as she collapsed on the roof they were battling. True to his promise, Chat took his job more seriously and only joked during patrols now. He also stopped to jump mindlessly in front of her to save her from a hit and actually tried to get both of them out of the way.

 The Akuma they were fighting was a dangerous one. His arm has been transformed into two big shears, and they hurt like hell.

 Ladybug watched with fascination as her hand was tainted with her own blood. She couldn’t remember if an Akuma had hurt her that much before… She knew for sure that she was bleeding too heavily and she was getting a bit dizzy. They would need to end the fight very soon.

 Standing up, she took advantage of the distraction Chat provided to trip the Akuma with her yoyo, succeeding in tripping him. Quickly, Chat snatched the man’s bow and used cataclysm on it.

 As she cleansed the Akuma and watched the light heal Paris and herself as she cast the cure, the red-clothed superhero couldn’t help but think it was time to contact the Justice League again.

 Back when they got their miraculous, she and Chat had contacted the Justice League of Europe to ask for help. They were just teenagers without any training entrusted to protect a whole city as big as Paris, and it was clear to them they couldn’t possibly do that alone.

 The person they had talked to at the moment had listened to them, took note and told them they would come back to them after informing the heroes of the issue in Paris. It was a month later that one of the heroes contacted them, informing them they would not intervene in Paris, as they have been doing a good job up until now and the miraculous cure healed everyone and repaired everything. They then give them words of encouragement before they cut the connection.

 Ladybug had then wanted to contact the Justice League of America before remembering they wouldn’t be able to do anything as France was certainly not under their jurisdiction. 

 And thus, there they were, still two untrained teenagers, acting on instinct against people with magic powers.

 Great.

 She let Chat take care of the victim, still feeling the pain on her left side, even though it was healed and there was not a trace of blood left on her person.

 “Are you ok?”

 Ladybug watched as the victim was taken care of by some policemen and turned her attention to her partner.

 “I’m fine Chat. Sorry I had to let you handle everything.”

 “Hey, you were hurt and losing a lot of blood. It’s a wonder you could even stand up afterward.”

 The girl smiled. “Should we try to contact the JLE again?”

 Chat Noir sighed. “Even though they won’t intervene, they are watching closely what’s happening here. If they haven’t decided to step in yet, contacting them won’t change anything LB.”

 Ladybug sighed. “You’re right. Of course. I should go Chat, I’m about to transform back.”

 “Sure thing. I’ll see you later, then.”

                                                                                               Back in her room, Marinette winced as she sat down on her bed.

 “Are you really ok Marinette?”

 Tikki was looking at her with her big, wide blue eyes. She was obviously worried.

 “I’m fine, just a bit sore. I’m lucky that the cure healed me, but I think I’ll still feel the pain for a few days.”

 While the cure healed her, the pain stayed for some time after, varying on the severity of the injury. Since her latest injure was pretty severe, it would hurt for a little while.

 “Alright, I still have some homework to do for tomorrow. You should eat something and go to sleep Tikki, you must be tired after today. There should be a cookie or two on my desk.”

 The kwami looked at her for a moment before flying over her desk, knowing it was useless to insist and there wasn’t anything she could do anyway. Even if she wished she could take Marinette’s pain away.  

                      “Alright girl, you said you found something for the trip?”

 It was early December now, and Marinette had asked Alya to join her in the school library to discuss the trip. The fashion designer took the laptop out of her bag and opened it to show her what she found.

 “So, you know how the trip also has to be educational? This is the Wayne Career Program. It’s designed for high school students. Each one of us would shadow someone in the firm as a sort of internship to learn about different professions.”

 “Putain, girl! That’s amazing. Wayne Enterprises have a lot of different sectors. I could totally work with the PR team if we can manage to secure a trip there. Plus it’s in Gotham, in America!”

 Alya literally squealed at the idea of traveling overseas.

 “Yeah, I’m a bit worried about that actually. You know it’s not really the safest place on Earth.”

 And what an understatement that was. Gotham was probably the city with the most crimes in the world. It would be a miracle if the school allowed them to go. But then again, the school board would do anything to up their reputation and a class winning an internship at WE… The principal would boast about it years after they had all graduated.

 “There is an essay we have to write to apply. I suggest we write it before we present the idea to Ms. Bustier. We also need to prepare arguments for her and the school board.”

 “No problem girl, I already have tons of arguments there.” The reporter showed her her notebook where there were two pages filled with arguments. The class president nodded, those were really good. She could really rely on her friend.

 “Well, that was quick. Those should be enough to convince them. On to the essay, then. ‘How do you think you can change the world?’”

 They spent hours after that, taking notes and making several drafts of the essay. It took them a week to have the actual final product and when they handed it to Ms. Bustier, she was delighted. It was decided they wouldn’t announce the destination of the trip to the class until they were sure it could be a possibility.

 Alya and Marinette had dropped hints about the destination though, to see if the class would actually like to go to Gotham.

 After a week or so, they knew they had chosen well.

 On Marinette’s birthday, on the 16th of December, after lunch where the whole class sang Happy birthday to her, the class president and the class deputy had a meeting with the principal and the board of the school.

 It was tough to convince them, and the meeting actually lasted the whole afternoon, but at the end of the day, they had all signed the papers that confirmed that the trip would happen in Gotham, should the two girls won the contest. They even agreed to unfreeze some more funds for it. This program would really look good on the school’s record. 

 It was with a bright smile that they returned to class ten minutes before the end of the day bell and announced to everyone that the trip to Gotham has been confirmed. Using the classroom’s computer, the whole class witness as the two girls applied to the Wayne Career Program.

 Now, all they had to do was wait for an answer. 

                                                                                 Life after that was a bit calmer for Marinette, if you didn’t count the Akumas. She worried that they were more and more violent, and more often than not, she had lingering pain from injuries she got at Ladybug.

 But life was good. Lila had even stopped lying and was herself. Even if it means that she wasn’t very kind to anyone, even mocking all of them at times, the class would just scoff and roll their eyes at her antics. The designer still wouldn’t talk to her, but the atmosphere in the class was lighter than the previous year, and for that Marinette was grateful.

 They were all at an outdoor ice rink at the end of January when Marinette’s phone beeped with a notification. 

 “Oh fucking shit, guys!”

 It caught everyone’s attention as the tiny Dupain-Cheng was not one to curse like that.

 “I just got an email for Mr. Wayne’s secretary! Our class is among the nine others to have won the contest! We are going to Gotham in May!”

 Everyone cheered at that, hugging each other and even going as far as carrying Marinette and Alya around, as it was their doing.

 “America, here we come!” shouted Kim.

 “You do realize that you will have to work extra hard on your English, right?” teased Max.

 “Oh, shit.”

 Everyone laughed at that, but it was agreed among themselves and their English teacher that they would all stay for an hour and a half after school to learn the language, up until their trip.

 “I can’t wait to see Gotham’s heroes in action!” squealed Alya.

 “Aren’t they vigilantes?” asked Mylène.

 “Same thing!”

 “Not quite, babe.” grinned Nino.

 Even Lila was smiling with them, and it was huge progress in their book.

 Marinette smiled, “We’ll be there for two weeks. The first week, we’ll be visiting around, and the second week will be dedicated to our internships. I will have to send a list of all our careers of interest to Mr. Wayne’s secretary, so they can organize who we will be shadowing. So, I’ll need you to send me those pieces of information this weekend, so I can send it on Monday, okay?”

 “Roger that, boss.”

 As Alya took her hand to skate with her around the rink, the baker’s daughter couldn’t help the huge smile on her lips. A year ago, there was a lot of tension in the class, and here they were, all laughing together and talking excitedly about the upcoming trip that their class president and deputy won them.

 She could hear Rose talking excitedly about the things she wanted to see in Gotham. She watched as Kim challenged Alix on God knows what and laughed as Max stated that he had a two-percent chance of winning that bet. She smiled as Adrien, with them at an outing for once, fell on his butt and Nino laughed as he helped him up. She even grinned as she watched Lila having a conversation with Nathaniel without being mean or mocking him once.

 She had thought a year before that Lila would never change, but she was wrong. And she was happy that she had been, because even though Lila wasn’t very nice, well, all her classmates were kind enough to make up for it.

 Yeah, Marinette thought with a smile, life was good. And she had a feeling that it would be even better.

Tag list: 

@bigpicklebananatree @animegirlweeb @crazylittlemunchkin @northernbluetongue @cutechip @justafanwarrior @iloontjeboontje @resignedcatservant

#ml x dc #miraculous x dc #maribat #daminette #maridami #damian x marinette

[genesis-official]

— 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘾𝙎

stage name ➝ hwamin (화민)

birth name ➝ son hwamin (손화민)

birth date ➝ 3rd june 2000

zodiac sign ➝ gemini

birthplace ➝ daegu, south korea

nationality ➝ korean

languages ➝ korean, cantonese, japanese, conversational in spanish

sexuality ➝ lesbian

— 𝙋𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇

ethnicity ➝ south korean

faceclaim ➝ yeeun (clc) saerom (fromis_9)

height ➝ 5′2″

weight ➝ 130 lbs

blood type ➝ a

voiceclaim ➝ sejeong (ioi)

— 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔

mother ➝ hwang mina

father ➝ son jinyoung

sister➝ son hwajin (fraternal twins)

— 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙍

training period ➝ 1 year

position ➝ lead rapper, producer, maknae

— 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙏𝙎

➝ weird - hwamin has... a 4d personality, to say the least. being the maknae, she gets away with virtually everything. she is an extreme extrovert and she is the most eccentric one in the group. obviously, to others this can seem strange and annoying, but the five other girls have gotten used to hwamin’s antics and are basically immune.

➝ mature - a  h u g e  contrast to the previous paragraph. hwamin is the undoubtedly the best cook of the group, so she takes it upon herself to cook for the other members and she’s also really good at cleaning up after herself (much to the surprise of literally everyone). 

➝ creative - sometimes there’s method to her madness. the reason she goes shopping so much is to buy ingredients for cooking, and she always experiments in the kitchen to see what goes well together. her style can sometimes be...unique, but at the end of the day everyone enjoys her cooking. as a child, she was interested in film and would make homemade movies for her parents to watch.

➝ clumsy - if hwamin had a penny for every ‘hwamin falling’ compilation she saw on youtube, she’d have enough money to buy herself a new pair of legs. somehow this poor girl is always tripping over her own feet or bumping into random objects. she can never catch a break, bless her. 

➝ unpredictable - not necessarily mood swings, per se, but hwamin has these moments where she would do something  c o m p l e t e l y  out of the blue with no explanation, then never talk about it for eternity. this one time, the group were backstage at mama, and out of nowhere sis starts doing cartwheels all over the place for like 30 seconds. still no explanation as to why she did that, but hey, that’s hwamin. 

➝ cute - despite her weird nature, hwamin’s cuteness and young age has all the members babying and cooing at her. to make up for the one year of training she got before debuting, hwamin always pushes herself to the limit and the other girls find that endearing. also, the way she will make food for them if they’re feeling down and just sit with them, being in their company. also have you seen her asleep? the definition of babie.

— 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙑𝙄𝘼

hwamin only got into the idol business because her parents wanted her to, but eventually she realised she wanted it for herself.

she is allergic to lupin and mustard, so she cannot eat anything containing either. when she was six, she had an allergic reaction to a burger containing lupin and almost died. (that shouldn’t be funny but i can’t keep a straight face writing that JDJJKDKHFJ) 

she is a diagnosed shopaholic: she is obsessed with going out to malls and buying whatever she wants. most of her free time is spent dragging a reluctant hyunbin out to have a shopping spree.

one time, hwamin got “cancelled” for saying she would try pineapple on pizza. dawns literally trended ‘hwamin pineapple’, ‘hwamin traitor’ and ‘we trusted you’ because of it. 💀💀

she likes binge watching korean dramas, her favourite at the moment are my first first love and abyss. 

hwamin is the biggest exo-l you’ll ever meet and her bias is sehun. she collects merch, buys their physical albums and even owns a lightstick!

she shares a dorm with hyunbin and to the latter’s surprise, hwamin is a clean roommate and she never leaves any mess.

#genesis.hwamin #hwamin.profile #aeskocnet #peachykocnet #mochikocnet #kocsociety #koc #koc group #fake kpop group #fake kpop gg #idol au #kpop au #idol oc #kpop oc #there's the babie #she's so weird i love her #i’m so 🥺🥺🥺 #you go you funky little lesbian

[purplesurveys]

1081

What is a song that reminds you of your ex? Sparks by Coldplay is the one that stands out the most. But to be honest, so much of my music taste had been shaped by her - Hozier, alt-J, The xx, Rhye, Coldplay, etc., and so it sucks because I can’t listen to any of those artists now without feeling like shit, or cringing. The variety of music I listen to these days has drastically dropped because of it and tbh I only ever listen to Paramore or Hayley Williams anymore; because of this, I’ve been trying to explore music that I can discover for myself and to build up my own music taste.

Do you own a pair of aviator sunglasses? No but my mom and sister do and I borrow stuff from them all the time.

Have you ever got all the way to the mall and forgot all your money? Thank fuck I haven’t. I thought the exact thing happened to me last Sunday when I went to the mall, but my wallet just turned out to be buried deep in my bag lol. I was ready to drive out of my parking spot and begrudgingly make the entire trip home but fortunately I was able to feel my wallet at the last second.

Can you name the last time you felt happy? Yesterday was a good day, but I believe I’ll feel happy again tonight because I’m going out for samgyup with Andi, hahaha. I haven’t seen them since March.

Who’s birthday will you be celebrating next? It’s the day after said samgyup date with Andi and I’m happy to confirm that I did feel very happy last night. :) Anyway, it will be my dad’s birthday and we’re set to take a quick vacation to Tagaytay for it since that’s the only place we can go that’s a bit far and doesn’t require swab tests. 

What was the last fast food place you ate at? I have not actually sat in a fast food place to dine in for years; but my last fast food was I think Jollibee? My parents bought meals for us for dinner a few weeks ago.

Have you ever got yelled at for mass messaging? No. I didn’t have a lot of friends as a kid, so I didn’t really get to join in the trend of group messages. I was a part of some occasionally, but my mom never gave me load either so I was always unable to respond lol.

Have you ever come across one of those anorexic xanga sites? I guess not.

Do you listen to Anti Flag? I think I had tried to get into them, but I ended up liking other punk bands more. I don’t remember if I had any of their albums in my iPod before.

When you were younger did you ever own a JUMBO pencil? Probably. Every kid had it at least once.

Have you ever put sugar on your popcorn? I haven’t, but I’ve had sweeter popcorn before that I’m guessing had sugar in it.

What is your favorite chick flick? The Proposal, Titanic, The Vow, 50 First Dates, and 13 Going on 30 are for sure my top 5.

Did you put The Notebook for your last answer? God no, that movie was pretty cringey. It was mostly the script’s fault; I really wanted to give the whole movie a chance because I love Rachel McAdams, but the screenplay was just bleck.

Will you ever be happy with your weight? Or are you already? I’d love to gain some pounds so I can hit the triple digits since I feel like that would be a much healthier weight for me. But I also never felt the need to complain about only swinging within the 90-95 lbs range since becoming a teenager.

Can you remember the last time you played with hot wheels? I guess when I was 8 or 9, when I still lived in my childhood home with my cousins.

Can you name 1 survey site that isn’t run by a girl? If so who? Hi @inchoate-surveys and @eldritchsurveys ! < There we go :)

If you go to McDonalds you will more than likely order…? An 8-piece box of chicken nuggets, a Burger McDo, large fries, and an Oreo McFlurry. 

How many pairs of sneakers do you own? Around six? I need to get new pairs. 

What are your thoughts on Kelly Clarkson? I love some of her songs but I’m not a huge huge fan.

Have you ever seen her live? Or would you want too? If it were free, sure.

#survey #surveys

[fashournalist]

I tried sharing directly from Google photos and turns out, it shows the order in reverse 😄

So here's how my HPAIR Harvard 2016 unfolded!

As I blogged recently, I got my tickets 11 hours before my flight. Whew!! It almost didn't happen, but it did. God granted my wish to fly for free. My conference fee was waived already after being one of the top three ambassadors, and I had free accommodation as well. I just needed the flight. Thank you Lord Jesus for doing the impossible!! I had a photo with the flight attendant and Captain Buenaventura as well :) Actually, they even brought me to the cockpit of the plane!! I guess I'll share that in the coming days. I can only share ten photos at a time on tumblr hehe (unless it's a full blog post in itself...which, I usually procrastinate :( )

After accepting PAL's tickets, I had to go back to LB to fix my pink suitcase (the same suitcase I brought to Harvard two years earlier, during my first HPAIR) imagine the cramming!!! I only had 11 hours to travel back to LB, pack my things, then head to NAIA. Sigh, it feels surreal.

I couldn't help but hear Himala by Rivermaya in my head as I was processing what's happening. Remember in my previous blog? I was walking in Taft Avenue on January 31, without knowing how I'll get flights yet, and then I stopped outside Mang Inasal because I heard that song. Then I sighed, uttered a prayer and looked up—and I saw an airplane right that very moment! I took that as God's confirmation that He's got me, and He's going to get me that flight. I just have to believe and take action. I thank God for giving me this audacious faith.

Eleven days later, with tickets in my hand, I just found out that my connecting flight is Vancouver. Yayy! It was my first time step in Canada (only at the airport though haha, see sixth and seventh photos). In 2014, my Cathay flight's stopover was Hong Kong so it's good to land on a different country this time.

Though, what I loved about HK stopover was, it meant the flight to the US would be longer. I think I had a 16-hour flight. I love long flights (and long bus rides), especially when I'm at the window seat :D I get to have an alone time watching movies or listening to music 30,000 feet up in the air. It's a time to reflect. Sigh, I remember staring at the stars and I feel like I'm floating, that I'm one with the sky, that the stars are beside me and I could grab them.

I remember saying, this all feels like a movie with all the plot twists that are hard to believe...except, they were happening to me. It's not a movie. This. Is. Real.

Another hiccup was, guys, I only had less than 50 dollars for my pocket money!!! And I would be staying there for 10 days. Yes.

It was taking a leap of faith literally every step of the way.

My parents planned to send me money from the funds they'd be raising when I get there (it was all impromptu since I just got the flight) but spoiler alert: I wasn't able to get the money because I couldn't find any near Western Union outlets near Harvard. When I found one in New York (a week later) well, they said I should have withdrawn it in Massachusetts!! A kind stranger even fought the WU employee for me haha but as frustrating as it is, rules are rules.

So there, another plot twist was, even though I discovered my pocket money wasn't enough to get me from New York to Boston, a guy from my flight was actually going to Harvard, too. He approached me and said he's also going to HPAIR. So we went together. And at the ticketing office, boom. I had to eat all my pride because I had no choice. I don't like debts but I also don't like to be stuck there or, ask six strangers for one dollar each to complete my fare. Luckily, he let me borrow a few dollars. When we reached Boston South Station, we needed another ticket. Wew. I owed him a total of $11. I swear everytime I saw him I felt like I was seeing the number 11 on his forehead. I wanted to pay right away, but I couldn't get my money. Fast forward, I was able to pay him when I got back to the Philippines.

So there, just a few tales from the onset of this adventure haha!! Told you there were so many plot twists 🤣 And I tell you, there are more to come in the next throwbacks haha.

On music: if the 2014 flight made me fall in love with About Time's soundtrack, 2016's flight let me discover Max Richter's Sleep album!! Looking at the stars while listening to Dream 3, Patterns, Aria, Solo, Path 5 was magical.

Lord, thank You for Your unmerited favor. I didn't deserve any of these blessings, but You made them happen.

These coming days I'm going to have so many memories of HPAIR, and I'm here for all of it. I'll do my best to share photos (I haven't posted a lot of pictures from this event in the past five years as my Intagram posts were very selective) So there, let's have a trip down memory lane this week :)

#PAL #HPAIR #Harvard #flight #airplane #philippine airlines #conference #PAL Foundation RPRSNTPinoy

[mayoiayasep]

ryuseitai time for real!!

#trip album lb #god it’s been forever since i used this tag #anw. god that opening can open i loveeee the trumpets. so real #enstars tag

[xxbluestrifexx]

The 16th Member of Seventeen

nvm i’ll probably get them all out today- I hope y’all enjoy all of my hard work, I already have extra member au’s lined up for a few other groups bc I just like creating them! once again pictures are hard to find so i apologize for discrepancies

>> 14th 15th 17th

Birth Name: Huang BoXing

Korean Name: Hwang Bomin

Stage Name: Bo

Birthday: February 22nd, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 182 cm (6′2)

Weight: 72 kg (159 lbs)

Nationality: Taiwanese

Position: Main Vocalist

Sub-Unit: Vocal Unit

Instagram: @/hwangboba

Face Claim: He Changxi (UNINE)

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Kprofiles Info:

Bomin was born in Taipei, Taiwan; he moved to Shanghai, China at the age of five, and then again to Seoul, South Korea when he was twelve

His mother is Korean and his father is Taiwanese

Bomin has a younger brother named Changmin who was born in Shanghai in 2002

He has triple citizenship in Taiwan, China, and Korea

Since Golden Child already had a Bomin, he choose Bo as his stage name in order to not get himself and the other Bomin confused

Bomin attended SOPA and was street casted by Pledis, but he decided to prioritize graduating instead of becoming a trainee

Bomin graduated and then joined Pledis, where he only trained for roughly eight months before debuting in Seventeen

Bomin debuted during Don’t Wanna Cry era and was kept a secret from Carats

Bomin’s favorite colors are red and gold

His favorite groups are BTS, EXO, and 2NE1

Bomin is closest with Minghao and Jun because they can communicate the most effectively as Korean was not any of their first languages

Out of the vocal unit, Bomin is the closest to Seungkwan and Seokmin because of their outgoing personalities

Bomin will occasionally assist Woozi in producing tracks for the albums as well as producing vocals for the raw tracks

Bomin naturally integrated into the group and is now apart of the mischief line, as it can no longer be the gag trio

Bomin is BOOSEOKSOON’s #1 fan because they’re his best friends

Out of all the members, Bomin uses his Instagram the least and barely posts anything

Bomin has helped produce a lot of the b-sides starting from Thanks era on

Bomin loves watching dramas with Akua* and will have binge sessions with him

Bomin also loves to put Chinese dramas on, especially Jun’s just to embarrass him, and watch those

His favorite school subject was Lunch, but he especially loved music and Choir

He was in his school’s choir in Shanghai, and continued to be a singer for his church when he moved to Korea

Bomin is Roman Catholic

He graduated SOPA with a degree in Music Production and a minor in Music Education

He plans on being a music teacher after his time as an idol

Bomin can hit the second highest note in the group 

He sings in the shower, as reported by the rest of the members

His voice sounds similar to Y of Golden Child’s

Bomin is good at aegyo but hates it

Bomin is a very outgoing and optimistic person; he loves playing pranks and joking around to get people to smile. He’s not the smartest member, but he is one of the most dedicated

Minghao, Jeonghan and Bomin share a room

Bomin is not allowed to cook, and the members claim he set the microwave on fire

Bomin’s hobbies include producing music, singing show tunes, watching musicals and dramas, singing karaoke and speaking Chinese

Bomin speaks Chinese, Cantonese, and Korean

His closest idol friends are Yuqi of G-IDLE, Kun of WayV, and Jackson of GOT7

Bomin said he took a trip to China and visited the WayV dorm and he now has a group chat with Kun, Ten and WinWin because of it

His ideal type is someone who is stunning in her own way; someone with her own talents and tricks up her sleeve. In an interview he mentioned Chungha as his ideal type. 

#seventeen #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen au #seventeen extra member #seventeen extra members au #seventeen extra members #seventeen 16th member #seventeen 15th member #seventeen 14th member #seventeen profile #kpop #kpop extra member #kpop extra members au #huang boxing #hwang bomin

[bugaboowritings]

Cry Until You’re Ladybug Red -One-sided Reveal Fic

Marinette is an ugly crier.

I’m tired, but writing helps me so here you go. A fic that was written over and over again for the last 6 hours. ENJOY SOME Light Ice ANGSTTTTTT!!!!

Marinette Dupain Cheng didn't know if it was the tension from everything and anything making it harder to peacefully sleep at night or maybe it was just her backpack collecting too many assignments. Prompting a backache that prevented her from lying down without a chorus of 'ow's following after.

The classes she came late to or missed entirely finally caught up with her. Now she was doing twice the amount of homework when others complained about the single reading assignment they had. Marinette had to fill in the blanks for lessons she wasn't presented for. Too busy to go to tutoring so setting for the blurry videos on Youtube that came close on explaining the nonsense numbers and terms.

Her lunch wasn't the once quiet break in the art studio she had before. Where she could go and express her frustration or ease in her pen marks in the shape of models. Marinette instead would scarf down what the cafeteria offered before heading off to her class representative duties. Not tasting the soggy chicken pasta on her tongue or the bitter orange juice in the carton. After-school meetings were a thing too, but often cancel for reasons or replaced by an email thread discussing something relevant. It was better than standing in a meeting with teachers she didn't know. Adding her two bits in to give the conversation another view to considered. The students. The kids her age. The same kids that seem to grow farther away as the days pass. Too into their lives to notices their leader breaking her back for them.

But Marinette couldn't stop.

She promised so much. She had to do it all.  And she knew she could do it all. She was just a little slower than she wanted. Alya often took over for Marinette's sake but Marinette still worked as if she had all the work to herself.

If Marinette had time to breathe, she had time to catch up. That was the mindset she had.

She needed every second to work and study. To sew and write. To draw and color. At one point, needing to mute her phone from her friend's group chat for being too much of a distraction.

Jagged Stone wanted art for his new album, so far Marinette just had the line art done. Which was the second hardest part when it came to designing a life-sized poster. The color scheme was set but she just needed the supplies. Double tapping on her phone to set a reminder to pick up new markers so she could play around with the hues before setting them down permanently. Bumbling to the next commission like a busy bee.

Marinette crushed facts between her teeth, answering another one of Tikki's practice history questions. Swiftly hearing a 'correct' along with a lecture of the additional facts Marinette had to remember. Know very well that they weren't sticking to her head.

Stepping on the foot pedal of her sewing machine a little faster. Quickly finishing up the hem on a Kitty Section band shirt. Swiftly tossing it with the pile with the rest. Reaching for more raw fabric before cringing.

Her math homework!

"Noooooo," she hushed, pulling up her bag to her lap. Tikki looking over chosen one's actions with a troubled look.  Marinette frantically searching for her folder. Throwing her head back when she read her reminded in the right-hand corner of her work packet.  

Due and Test on Thursday.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

The test is on next week It had to be. Ms. Mendeleiev even wrote it on the board. There had to be a mistake.

Marinette picked up her phone. Tapping on her group chat to see if her nightmare was true. There, the same chat she muted, Nino asked questions about the practice packet. Which Max replied with an answer and link to a video. The more she scrolled up, the more she saw her classmates trade information on the incomplete packet sitting on her desk.

However, what really dropped her spirits was Kim's remark about how he should cancel swim practice for today to study for the test on Thursday.

Thursday.

A.k.a. tomorrow.

A.k.a. the same day Marinette had to make up a history test.

A.k.a. TOMORROW!

"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. " Marinette gasped. Holding her breath before freaking out again.  

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That Wednesday she didn't get a blink of sleep. Stuffing herself with formulas, history dates, and snacks from last night dinner to early breakfast to the instant she entered the class. All in hopes that it would be enough to get her by. Piecing her last brain cells together the moment she saw the board with directions to get to their seats and prep before the exam started.

That is before the alarms rang. Red light flashing as the familiar message bounced off the walls.

"Akuma Alert!.... Get away from open areas!..... Akuma Alert!... Ladybug and Chat Noir will be on the scene shortly!... Akuma Alert!... Remain calm!...."  

Ms. Mendeleiev quieted the class from praising the perfectly timed alert. Pulling the first aid bag under her desk and an attendance sheet from her folder. Calling them over to make a line outside the door before they made their way with the rest of the school in one of the destinated "Akuma-Safe" locations. Done so in hopes to keep the students safe since many of the Akuma attacks, in the beginning, were reported to start at the school. It was a great way to watch over them, but it made it harder for Marinette to sneak out. Luckily, an opportunity to escape came up. Sadly, it was the thing the teachers and students were running from.

The Akuma today on the news was a giant. A silhouette made from scribbles. Like it was an unfinished sketch of a person. The lines that made up their face and hands buzzed with every motion. Their voice shaking the ground and the outline that made them 3-D.

"The world sets up those with dreams and promise to fail. Luckily, I'm here to fix what ought to be right! I'm the Correction we need!"

Right then and there, Correction (if that was their name) ripped buildings from the ground. The sounds of the broken concrete came easily as if Correction was brushing off like dirt on the structures. Masses of people were torn between jumping out of the buildings before it got too high off the ground or setting themselves in a corner. Trying not to cry.

Correction laughed as they plucked the city apart like it was a cheap lego set. Letting the buildings in their hands turn into the same scribble mess like them before setting them down.

News outlets were already streaming an eagle view of the new Paris. One that resembled sketch versions of what they once were. Correction had "corrected" 30% of Paris into their own ideal. However, it wasn't for the better. Paris became black and white. No color or grays.

It was 'yes' or 'no'. The world would be easier than way.

At least that was Correction's motivation.

Ladybug looked Correction's eyes. Hoping to see any emotion. Anything to try to reason with them before they destroyed the city and maybe even the rest of France.

"Correction. you don't have to do this. You can just stop. Things will work out."

"How would you know that!" They snapped. "You know nothing about what needs to be done!" Pulling back on Ladybug's yoyo as LB tried to keep them steady and away from the citizens evacuating the area. Pulling tighter and tighter on her yo-yo as Correction fought back.

"Ladybug, you're another bug destined to be squshed by them! I'm just trying to make the world better!"

"BY TRAPPING OF ALL PARIS UNDER YOUR REIGN? As if!" Chat Noir scoffed. "How is this better!?"

"Oppressed by those that don't care. Pushed back for the sake of being an after-thought. Voices drowned out for the nothing. That's how we are treated now by those sitting their shiny desks." Correction glared. "My world will be better than that."

LB ground her teeth in frustration as she felt her yo-yo slip from her fingers. Calling on Tikki if she could hear her to mustard up more magical strength as she tugged on the giant. "Even if people get hurt?" Ladybug huffed, her arms aching more and more with every second.

Correction hesitated for a moment. Opening their mouth to say something before shutting it as a purple outline appeared.

"Even if people get hurt." Correction answered.

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Ladybug had to leave before her miraculous gave out. At least that's what she said. Know very well it wasn't that.

God, she hated reporters. Lately, Akumas like Correction has been popping up. Stronger and more clever than ever. Almost matching her wits and Chat Noir's quick thinking. In the beginning, they were anxious to see the heroes fight the Akumas and almost fail. Now some of them were claiming this was on purpose.

"Ladybug and Chat Noir are in an alliance with Hawkmoth".

 The infamous title of a late article immediately sparked an uproar. The author was quickly put under fire for their remarks. The Ladyblog even debunked it for the sake of Miraculous Fan Base. However, people were convinced that a stranger had some logic behind them. So started the Anti-Miraculous group.

Ladybug even had to pull back Chat once before he could give them a piece of his mind.

However, after a long day, the last thing she wanted someone, a complete stranger from the street, tell her that she's not trying. Do they not know what she does for them! Do they know how she breaks her back for the sake of Paris! How she almost lost her friends and her family due to her mask! All for a job she was just chosen for. She never wanted to be a hero! Who wants to even be a hero when the whole world seems against you. When the very ground itself wants to trip you up when you get back up.

Who even wants that?

Marinette bites her lips, landing in an alley close by the school. Keeping her tears down as she took another deep breath. 

“Tikki- Spots off!” 

She has to go home. She needs too. She -she needs to just leave.

If she's quick enough, she could run home and tell her mom that- no that won't work.

God, Marinette just relax.

Before Hawkmoth sends an Akuma after her. Before she even dares to hurt anyone. Before she can hurt Alya. Before she can hurt her mom and her dad.  Before she can hurt Nino and Adrien. Before she can hurt Luka. Before she can hurt Kitty Section. Before she can hurt her whole class and more. Before she can hurt Paris. Before she can hurt Tikki. Before she hurts-

"Ladybug?"

Chat.

Marinette came back to her senses. Turning around to the voice that called her. Goosebumps rising as the tension shook her soul to the core.

Adrien. Adrien saw her.

Marinette could throw up right now. Sweat running cold down her shoulders. Making her sick. Oh my kwamis, Marinette could actually throw up right now.

Adrien's mouth gaped open as his brows furrowed together. His eyes searching her face. Looking so confused in what just happened.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

He saw her. He saw her. He saw Ladybug and saw Marinette Dupain Cheng.

He looks so disappointed right now.

That hot thought made the gears in her head spin. The tears turn into steam. Pumping her body to do something. Anything to stop this.

"Marinett-"

Marinette shoved Adrien on to the bricked wall. Placing her forearm again his chest to keep him there. Raising her fist to his face. Not like to be a threat, but as protection. From what. Marinette didn't know. It was just a reflex.

"Adrien Agreste. You don't speak about what you saw today to no one or anything." Marinette shushed. "If you know what good for you and for Paris."

"Got it?" She asked.

"Marinette, I-"

"ADRIEN!" She yelled. Louder than she meant to.

Her voice softens as she closed her eyes. Breathing in softly before whispering.

"Please, p-please promise me."

Her shoulders and fist sinking down. Fatigue hitting her harder than ever.

"Don't tell anyone, Adrien." Marinette huffed. Unable to say his name before her lip slipped out a sob.

"Don't tell anyone."

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#ml #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #fic #my writing #angst in a way #angst #level one angst #writing #tikki #based off a comic i saw #let me find it so i can tag them #miraculous the tales of ladybug and chat noir

[ridleysid]

( Hunter Schafer & Trans Female) According to the school’s records, Sidney Ridley is a 21 year-old junior studying Psychology, and she lives over in Bohn. She is an Aquarius, so that must be why others describe her as free spirited, caring, distrusting and impulsive. When i see her, I’m reminded of speeding car trips late at night, horror movies playing on television screens in darkened living rooms and the dread of hearing something in the other room while exploring an abandoned building.  ( Keres, 24, They/Them, Central Time Zone )

BASICS

Full Name: Sidney Ridley Nickname: Sid Gender: Trans Female Pronouns: She / Her Age: 21 Sexuality: Bisexual, Feminine Preferred Family: Alicia Ridley-Cooke(Adopted Mother), Jacob Ridley(Adopted Father), Richard Sayor(Biological Father, Deceased), Catherine Sayor(Biological Mother, Deceased), Lucas Sayor(Biological Brother, Deceased) and Krystal Sayor(Biological Sister, Deceased) Occupation: Psychology Major, Criminal Justice Minor, Part Time Weber’s Drive-In Attendant

Appearance

Faceclaim: Hunter Schafer Height: 5 foot 10 inches Weight: 153 lbs Eye color: Blue Hair Color: Blonde Tattoos: The date ‘May 22nd 2002′ on her right wrist. She’d like to get more. Scars: None

MISC

GO GO SPEED RACER! Do not get in the car with this girl unless you’re ready to go fast. She is a speedster and WILL take up racing challenges in her beat up old crap-mobile.

Lives off coffee, soda and whatever food that doesn’t require cooking

Surprisingly conscious of keeping fit and good facial care however.

Also adores playing with her makeup she loves really bright and out there makeup.

Imagine logical, down to earth Scully of X-Files meeting the chaotic energies of Shane of Buzzfeed Unsolved. That’s Sidney. She’s a skeptic and believes most everything has a logical explanation. But she’s also a big believer in the paranormal with a deep fascination for parapsychological study.

She loves traveling and exploring abandoned places. She specifically took up photography as a hobby so she could capture her explorations.

She’s not a fan of having her own picture taken or being on film which is why she prefers to be the one behind the camera.

Wanted Connections

Someone who will talk paranormal stuff with Sidney and will join her in investigating haunted hot spots or looking for cryptids in the woods.

Someone who will call Sidney out when she’s isolating herself cause she kind of does that a lot without even realizing it. They could just be friends or maybe more.

And they were roommates. Oh my god they were roommates. Just like it sounds. They’re roommates and this poor sap has to deal with Sidney who almost never sleeps.

Crush, imagine I Won’t Say I’m in Love just playing on repeat. Sidney likes this person romantically but is terrified of close relationships. Bonus points if they’re friends already so Sidney’s dying about her romantic feelings more.

Work out buddies with a friendly rivalry. These two work out together a lot and have little friendly competitions over who can run the longest, lift the most or whatever. They also go out for drinks or food after working out.

Enemies. For whatever reason Sidney doesn’t like this person. Maybe they annoy her or she thinks they’re spoiled or maybe both or neither of those things. For whatever reason Sidney and this muse do not get along.

Horror fans. Another fan of horror who Sidney can watch horror movies with or go to scare houses with. Also bonus points if they’re really into Halloween like she is.

Exploration partner. Someone who is willing to explore abandoned places with Sidney. Maybe they make videos of their explorations too with Sidney behind the camera.

Anything really. Honestly just give me everything you can for my sweet girl.

Backstory

Orphaned at the tender age of three Sidney was adopted by a loving older couple. The couple couldn’t have children of their own so they decided to adopt the recently orphaned child to raise as their own.

For the first few years of Sidney’s life everything went well. She had a hard time connecting with other children yet she had her family and her pets. That’s all she felt she needed.

At thirteen she had discovered her identity and came out as a girl to her parents. Her parents were very accepting, they helped her begin her transition and legally had her name changed to Sidney. However in her small Texas town this didn’t make her many friends. In fact she was bullied a good bit for it. She tried to hide the fact that she was being bullied from her parents yet they could tell. They even suggested moving away. However Sidney was always the stubborn sort that wouldn’t run from her fears. So she refused.

High School wasn’t easy for her, her family made it easier and she made a few friends. Though they were fair weather friends at best. Sidney turned to books for an escape. She found comfort in the darkest subjects, always reminding herself that there was truth hidden in the dark. In these dark subjects is where she discovered the story of ‘The Sayor Family Massacre’

(TRIGGER WARNING FOR FAMILY MURDER) On May 22nd 2002 a man named Richard Sayor came home from work and began opening fire on his entire family. In the house lived his parents, his wife and their three children. The man killed his parents with a shotgun, then he killed his wife and their two oldest children with a kitchen knife. He was discovered by a neighbor, covered in blood and searching the house for their youngest three year old child.

Sidney brought the book she found the case in home to her parents to ask them about it. They remembered the case, telling her about how it was all over the news when it happened. When she asked what happened to the three year old they both fell silent. However she kept pushing them to know. Until finally her father told her, the three year old was the child they had adopted.

(TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE MENTION) This incident was what opened the flood gates for Sidney’s fascination to Criminal Psychology. She wanted answers, demanded answers for what had happened to her biological family. Why had her biological father done this? Why did he kill everyone he love and leave her with nothing? She wanted to ask him all the questions the burned in her chest. Yet her biological father had killed himself not long after his capture and her real parents could offer no answers that satisfied her. All she could do was hunt for the answers herself.

Sidney studied hard the rest of her high school years, when she was done she took the money in her college account and decided to head to Haddon University. She knew the dark story behind it’s scholastic background and thought what better place to further her desire for the truth. She hugged her parents goodbye then left for the long road trip to college.

Along the way she stopped at many places to snap pictures for her own little photo album. Including stopping at the home where her deceased family once resided. It wasn’t condemned or abandoned like she imagined it’d be. It looked like any regular home to her. How could something so horrible happen in a place that looks so kind? She hopes to find the answers at Haddon University.

#had:intro #murder // #suicide mention //

[mckenzieinthemtns]

Good things...

-New school year has been so good. I love my new classroom and worked so hard on it, it’s been so fun to see it filled with the beautiful energy of the kiddos these last 2 weeks. Feeling so passionate about my job and grateful for my school, students, and coworkers.

-Fall weather is right around the corner. So so ready for cozy vibes.

-I’ve been feeling beautiful and confident lately. I’ve come so far with body acceptance and instead of trying to change how I look I’m just working with and loving what I’ve got. No more waiting for my life to start when I lose 5 more lbs. Over that toxic shit.

-I’ve ordered so many cute clothes lately. I’m really figuring out what I like to wear and what my style is and not feeling guilty about investing some money in nice pieces bc clothing really does affect my daily mood and confidence (as much as I wish it didn’t). Fall fashion is my favorite!

-Feeling like I really got my fill of camping this summer. So many amazing trips and another this weekend. So grateful to have friends who are stoked on camping too. And stoked I have my camping setup dialed!

-Been getting back into the spin game and it feels sooo fucking good.

-Been cooking the best food lately. Was really uninspired this summer but I’ve been cooking super nourishing food lately that keeps me full without making me feel stuffed.

-New Lana album is everything I didn’t know I needed rn.

-Summer craziness was needed and soo good but super grateful to be back in the routine of the school year.

-Booked a flight to go home for a weekend at the end of September for a wedding. Hoping I can ride my horse while I’m home. Haven’t been home in non-winter for years.

#personal

[mr-worldwide-no-relation]

21 Questions

Tagged by @azureailure

1. Nicknames: “please only call me Jake” Jake

2. Zodiac: Sagittarius

3. Height: 6’1”

4. Hogwarts: i think when i checked in 5th grade i was a gryffindor

5. Last thing i googled: “5 lb bag of shot”

6: Favorite musicians/bands: Bon Iver, Frank Ocean, Earl Sweatshirt, Jay Electronica, Kamasi Washington

7: Song stuck in my head: Girls, Girls, Girls by Jay Z

8: following now: 241

9: followers: 363

10: do i get asks: idk not really

11: amount of sleep: last night i did pretty good and i got like 8 hours. Usually like 4 tho

12: lucky number: i don’t have one?

13: what I’m wearing: brown chino pants with a pinkish sweatshirt

14: dream job: music teacher

15: dream trip: idk i just wanna check out some dope concerts and music. I think it’d be cool to go to Cuba just for the music lol

16: favorite food: cheese

17: instruments: well I can make sound on a lot of them. But i try to stick to what i know best: drums/percussion, bass, voice, piano maybe a little

18: languages: English

19: favorite songs: here’s some:

Pyramids - Frank Ocean

Everything on Bon Iver’s 22, A Million

Int’l Players Anthem - Oukast ft. UGK (prod. Timbaland btw)

Jungle - Drake (best hip hop ballad of all time fwyh)

Child’s Play - SZA ft. Chance the Rapper (maybe the 2nd best hip hop ballad)

Vice City - Jay Rock, Black Hippy

Probably some more idk

20: random fact: Run DMC’s King Of Rock was the first hip hop album to go gold.

21: aesthetic:

I tag @lionheart-leonhardt