#21:00 is 9 pm

[bonsai-turned-pretty]

my downtime/inactivity time

so my parents found out i had downtime and time limits turned off so they reset it which is fine whatever

now i have time to read my book instead of getting distracted

yay maybe even fix my sleep schedule some

this is in CDT in the USA

for reference (if u wanna see the hour difference between our time zones), right now, at the time of posting this, it is 9:35 PM for me

if i am not responding to your interactions of any kind and you're wondering why, double check to see if my phone is locked via google

im also in school Monday - Friday from 8:15 AM to 3:25 PM, and we have to shut off our phones and turn them into the office during school.

i usually get on during computers, so if you see me on during school hours, that is why. computers is right before noon in my time zone, so expect that then

if not don't go thinking i lied to you; i might've gotten busy or distracted

HOWEVER my summer break starts May 15, so im gonna be on a lot more often. although i do have a job, so i will be working. my activity during then will be a lot more sporadic

also there is a very high chance that if im still not answering you, im distracted on one of the following:

roblox

c.ai

pinterest

spicychat.ai

homework

doing stuff with my family

i thought this post could explain a few things, and so people aren't left wondering what happened to me

if im gone for multiple days at a time, i will explain beforehand

anyway yeah that's my schedule :>

y'all can still send me asks and interact; i will answer them as soon as i see them

if u have any questions lemme know

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THIS WILL BE LINKED IN MY INTRO POST <3

[viiviidlights]

Ah. Nighttime anxiety starting to hit bc I realized I teach both days I go in to my field placement this week and I'm highkey terrified lol <33333 me when I know exactly what I'm teaching on Tuesday in particular and I'm still concerned I'm gonna screw it up.

Oh well

C'est la vie or whatever???

[msrandonstuff]

using military hour in my fanfic #FuckUsamericans

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . VOICEMAILS

WARNINGS : ANGST. SLIGHT CRYING. HURT NO COMFORT (?). PLOT TWIST (?).

it was a habit—the way matt would pick up his phone everyday and call you. even if you never responded to him, he was more than okay with that. he just liked having someone there to listen to him.

and really this week was no different.

START VOICEMAILS - remaining - *7*

*beep*

“hi!—sorry i can’t come to the phone right now, you know how life can get. but just leave a message and i’ll get back to ya! love you!”

*beep*

Monday - 3:12 pm

Voicemail #1 :

“hey sweetheart, i just left the grocery store and got your favorite cereal,” he pauses, laughing softly to himself. “i don’t know why you ever liked it, it didn’t even taste right, but..i don’t know why i keep buying it even though i know i’m never going to eat it. it’s a habit i guess,” he lets out a small sigh running his fingers through his hair. “maybe i just like pretending you’ll come around and steal the last bowl again..”

there’s silence on the line for a moment, matt’s breathing filtering in before he spoke again.

“call me when you get this, okay?”

Tuesday - 11:46 pm

voicemail #2 :

“i can’t sleep. the apartment’s been too quiet recently, more than normal. do you remember that creaky floorboard in our hallway? yeah? well i keep stepping on it by accident, and it freaks me out every time even though i know it’s there,” he laughs to himself, at just how silly he sounds saying that. “you used to tease me about it every time. pretty sure you even doubled over to the floor once after i screamed like a girl one night.”

suddenly he paused at the memory, he could feel his head starting to swim.

“miss hearing your voice. miss everything. call me when you can.”

Wednesday - 5:07 pm

voicemail #3 -

“work was fucking hell today. chris tried to prank me by messing with my camera settings again, and I nearly threw him out a window,” he paused, allowing himself to take a few deep breaths at the thought of his brother. he exhales before speaking, “you’d have loved it. you always said I needed to get better at standing up for myself, or really speaking my mind.”

he exhales a laugh, but it’s quiet.

“i’m sorry this isn’t as long..but, i stood up for myself today. thought you’d be proud—i love you and thank you.”

Thursday - 9:21 am

voicemail #4 -

“i saw a girl with your jacket today. the one with the patches and the paint on the sleeve—i thought it was you and almost ran after her.” he took a deep breath, sniffling. “though i stopped myself in my tracks. because really i shouldn’t be bothering with it”

there was a long pause. then, his voice came quieter than before.

“i wish i had really…just to see your face one more time, even if it wasn’t really you.”

Friday – 1:33 pm

voicemail #5 -

“It’s been… how long now?” he sighs quietly, feeling the way his face goes hot. “i stopped counting honestly..it doesn’t feel right. time doesn’t move the same when you’re not here. it’s like it got stuck on that day and never wanted to progress.”

a sniffle. silence for a few seconds, then a quick breath.

“anyway. i’m rambling again. i’ll call you tomorrow, okay? like always, i promise.”

Saturday – 6:45 PM

voicemail #6 -

“remember that little bookstore you loved? they’re closing down…I was able to though before hand and bought that poetry book you kept picking up but never brought yourself to buy. it’s sitting on your nightstand. still has the receipt in it.”

he breathes in like he’s trying not to cry—cause god—he really was trying to hold on for you.

a few small sobs and sniffles are caught on the microphone. “i’m scared I’m forgetting your voice.”

Sunday – 10:00 am

he doesn’t leave a voicemail today.

not at first anyways. he’s walking through the quiet apartment—his phone to his ear as he scans the walls of everything that was yours—before he then ends the call. and suddenly he’s standing in front of the shelf in the corner of the room when he shifts his gaze up from the floor.

the one lined with polaroids, bracelets, your favorite candle—

and

a ceramic urn with your name etched in soft gold.

and next to it—your phone still sits propped upright beside it. the screen’s dark and the battery’s long been dead. matt stares at it for a while, knowing just how many messages he’s sent to you since you’ve been gone.

slowly, matt presses the call button again, bringing his hand up to his ear as his other hand reaches out to trace the pictures of you and him—and leaves one more voicemail.

Sunday – 10:06 AM

voicemail #7 :

“hey, angel. i know you can’t answer these—I know that. i know that every time i pick up my phone and dial your name,” he sucks in a sharp breath, biting his teeth into his lower lip to stop the sobs from spilling past his lips. “i hope you’re happy up there..wherever you are. and happy 6 years my love—i can’t wait to have you in my arms again.”

another broken breath slipped from him. and a pause full of everything he never got to say to you—never got to marry you.

“but.. i’m gonna keep calling anyway. you don’t have to hear me to know i’m still here for you—it’s forever right? i promised you that.”

his voice cracks just a little—his walls about to crumble the longer he stays on the line. but he couldn’t help the cry that left him as he said the last few words he’d never get to hear from you again.

“i love you so much…and i’ll talk to you tomorrow baby.”

END VOICEMAILS - remaining -*0*

a/n : my version of the voicemails :)

[flwrstqr]

FALLING IN LOVE ACCIDENTALLY (OR NOT) (LHS - 이희승)

SYNOPSIS: babysitting wasn't your dream job that you always wanted. as you start babysitting a new girl, lee jihyeon, you meet her older brother, lee heeseung. You end up getting closer and closer to heeseung and ultimately fall in love amidst the chaos.

pairing: bad boy!heeseung x babysitter!reader

genre: s2l, babysitter au, romance, fluff, angst, medium fic

warning(s): parties, cursing, fighting, mentions death, small grammar errors, crying, some angst scenes, kissing, reader and heeseung has a year age gap

word count: 5k+

AN: guys im back with a medium fic!! lowkey this wasn't really the it vibe as the end i feel like was kind of rushed. so if i made any grammar errors im sorry TT, i finished this writing in like 2-3 days so it was kind of hard so. but liz + hye for helping me think of a climax. i kind of got this idea for a POV on tiktok so help

AGE 21, THE SUPPOSED GOLDEN YEARS OF LIFE, or so they say. But for you, it's far from golden. Being a babysitter at this age isn't exactly glamorous; it's probably one of the last jobs you'd expect to have.

"Yunah, I'm heading out to my new client's place, okay?" you call out before leaving the door.

"Okay, just be safe!" Yunah shouts back from her room down the hallway. You close the door behind you and hurry out as usual, pulling out your notepad to review your schedule for the day:

8:00 am: Wake up 8:30 am: Go grocery shopping with Moka for breakfast 9:30 am: Have breakfast 9:45 am: Prepare for the new kid 10:30 am: Leave the house 10:45 am: Arrive at the client's house 1:00 pm: Leave the client's house

You quietly close your notepad and mentally rehearse what to say as you settle onto the bus. Upon reaching your stop, you make your way to the house.

The house is painted in soft beige and cream, with a porch ceiling resembling a clear blue sky on a sunny day. A wind chime gently sways, welcoming visitors with its melodic tinkling. You ring the doorbell and wait.

A boy around your age answers, with dark red hair and deer-like features. His ear piercings catch your attention as he regards you with an intense stare.

"Hi, I'm here for Jihyeon. Lee Jihyeon," you say, your words stumbling slightly under his gaze. "I'm her babysitter. YN LN."

"Oh, Jihyeon's upstairs," he replies with a shrug, ushering you inside.

Inside, the entrance feels airy and bright, with a faint scent of coffee lingering in the kitchen. Making your way upstairs, you come to a door adorned with pink letters and heart and flower stickers, reading "LEE JIHYEON." You knock, and a small girl, around six years old, opens the door.

"Hi," she says, her eyes wide as she looks up at you. "Are you a princess here to take me to princess school?"

You chuckle softly. "You can think that if you want. I'm YN. Your new friend," you introduce yourself, crouching down to her eye level.

"Are you here to babysit me?" Jihyeon asks as she lets you enter her room.

"More than babysitting, I'll be your new friend," you reassure her with a smile.

"Really?" Jihyeon's eyes light up. "I've wanted a friend for a while, but I don't have any at school." She quickly covers her mouth, realizing what she's said, and closes the door abruptly.

"Jihyeon?" you raise an eyebrow at her sudden change in demeanor.

"Sorry, my brother doesn't know. If he found out, he might cause trouble at my school," Jihyeon explains, pouting as she joins you.

"Your brother?"

"Yeah, Heeseung," Jihyeon beams, kicking her legs as she sits. "I love him a lot."

You smile at her innocence. "How old is your brother?"

"22!" Jihyeon exclaims. "He's like 16 years older than me, but he's a great brother."

"I see. How about we start playing now?" you suggest, earning an enthusiastic nod from Jihyeon as she jumps up to grab her toys.

"YN, COME ON! WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE TO YEJI’S PARTY!" Minju exclaims as she peeks into your room. Her mouth slightly drops as she sees your outfit. "Trying on the new dress you got?"

You nodded, turning to her. "Does it look okay? Not too over-the-top?"

Twirling to inspect yourself in the mirror, the knee-length black velvet dress hugged your figure, adorned with delicate black lace and a soft touch.

"You look stunning," Minju beamed, adding the final touch by placing a diamond necklace around your neck.

"Thanks, Minju," you said, pulling her into a hug.

"Anything for you, YN. Now come on, let's go to the party. Yunah is complaining about how long we're taking," Minju laughs, quickly letting go of the embrace before taking your hand and dragging you to the car.

As you get into the car, the six of you start driving to the party, blasting music and enjoying your life. When you arrive, the club is crazy loud. The noise from the DJ speakers vibrates throughout the room, friend groups dancing in circles, and couples making out in the back. Your shoulders tense as you scan the room. You walk over to the bar to get a quick drink before joining the party.

Feeling awkward and out of place, you shuffle around while holding your drink. You glance around and make eye contact with Moka, who is sitting with a group of people. She signals for you to join them, but you shake your head no and excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you wash your hands and return to the party, you come face to face with the one girl you wished you never saw again: Yoonhee, the girl who bullied you in high school for being "poor."

"Oh look, it's YN LN!" she gives a small fake smile. "Didn't expect to see you at Yeji's party tonight."

"What do you want, Yoonhee," you glare.

"Nothing, I'm just giving you a pleasant greeting. Nothing more," she laughs, triggering flashbacks from when you were 17.

"Then get out of my way, Yoonhee," you spat.

"Woah, no need to get so aggressive," she gives a proud smile. "I heard you were babysitting. How's it like to be poor?"

That was your last straw. You grab the nearest drink and throw it at Yoonhee's white dress. Her eyes widen as she sees the purple punch juice on her dress. Her eyes then narrow as she stares at you.

"Do you know how much this cost? This dress cost $5,270. Now you have to pay for that," she says angrily.

"Fuck off, Yoonhee. You're still the same. No wonder you have no friends," you yell before turning around and running out of the nearest exit.

You burst out into tears, knowing you were sober. You walk yourself to the nearest bus station, sobbing silently as you wipe your tears. Each step gets heavier as your heels start to burn and your bare knees and calves shiver from the cold.

“Hey, are you okay?" a voice asks. It's a voice that sounds so familiar. A voice that you swore you heard before. You look up to meet the same boy back at Jihyeon’s house. The boy with those deer-like features and dark red hair, with the same exact piercings.

"You’re the guy from Jihyeon's house," you try to piece his name together as only in your mind was the incident with Yoonhee and you.

"Heeseung, and you are?" he asks, noticing your teary eyes.

"YN," you reply, wiping your tears.

Heeseung then notices how you're shivering from the cold. He takes off his jacket and drapes his jacket over your shoulders

"Here, you can take this. Do you need a ride or anything? Do you have someone picking you up?" he asks.

"Yunah, Moka, and Minju are still there. They're my friends," you sniffle. "But I was walking myself to the bus station."

“Still there?” He raises his eyebrow. 

“At the party,” you mumbled. 

"If you want, I can take you home," Heeseung suggests.

"How do I know you're not a kidnapper," you tease with a pout.

Heeseung laughs softly. "Do you think I am?"

"Maybe," you reply.

"Trust me, I won't. Plus, what's the worst thing I can do?" Heeseung smiles.

"Weird stuff," you say.

"I won't. Where do you live?" he asks.

"Okay, that's a bit off," you reply teasingly.

"Hey..." Heeseung says in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

"Fine, I'll tell you the direction, you drive the car," you respond.

"Oh, who said it was a car?" Heeseung winks as he walks you over to his motorcycle.

Your eyes widen. "A motorcycle? Also, I need a helmet?"

"Wear mine," he grins, handing you his helmet before helping you hop onto the back. You hold him tightly as he starts his engine.

As you clutch onto his leather jacket, he speeds up, and you squeeze your eyes closed, afraid of falling. When you open them again, you admire the midnight sky, feeling the cold breeze hug you warmly. When you arrive back at the dorm, you wave goodnight to Heeseung before he turns around.

"Can I get your number?" he asks.

"Sure," you grin, inserting your number into Heeseung's phone. You wink and then turn around to walk back into your dorm.

THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN, and Jihyeon's sweet smile welcomes you in. She bounds up with excitement, leading you upstairs to her room.

"Where's your brother, Jihyeon?" you ask, your tone light. You steal a glance at your bag, where Heeseung's neatly folded and laundered jacket rests.

"He's out or something," Jihyeon shrugs, already eager to show off her new toy.

As time flies by, you and Jihyeon play together as usual. She cherishes your time together, and as you help prepare lunch, the two of you chat.

"Jihyeon, are your parents not home?" you inquire, placing the grilled cheese she requested onto a plate.

"They're not here," Jihyeon replies between bites of her sandwich, causing your eyes to widen slightly.

"I see," you murmur softly, tucking a strand of Jihyeon's hair behind her ear as she takes another big bite.

"That's why Heeseung is always out. He's always looking for a babysitter for me because I'm only 6. So, I want you to be my permanent babysitter!" Jihyeon beams, savoring each taste of her grilled cheese.

"I'll always be here for you, Jihyeon," you smile back, admiring her cute expression. "How about after this, we play some fun games?"

"Yes, please!" Jihyeon's face lights up with a huge smile as she takes the last bite of her grilled cheese. You then tidy up with her and quickly take her hand as you step outside to play together.

"DOES THIS LIP TINT LOOK OKAY?" you inquire of Wonhee, who was browsing through the new makeup offerings at the mall. She looks up, observing the tester product on your hand.

"Hmm, maybe a slightly lighter shade," Wonhee suggests before joining you to explore more makeup options. You pick up another lip tint, testing it out before making your purchase and leaving the store.

"YN?" a voice calls out your name. You glance up to see Heeseung waving at you.

"Oh, Heeseung," you respond with a smile. "Didn’t expect to see you here at the mall."

"My friend works at the café on the first floor, so I thought I'd pay a visit," Heeseung explains. "Are you here alone?"

"No, I'm here with—" you begin, but your voice is interrupted by Wonhee rushing over to you.

"YN! I finally decided to buy the new eyeshadow palette!" Wonhee exclaims, then she notices Heeseung. "Oh, do you know him?"

"Heeseung, Jihyeon’s older brother," you introduce, as Heeseung gives a small wave. "He's a year older than me."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Heeseung says, shaking Wonhee's hand.

"I'm Wonhee, YN's best friend or roommate, well, one of her roommates," Wonhee smiles.

"Nice to meet you," Heeseung replies, before turning back to you. "Well, gotta go so have a good time with your friend, pretty girl." Your eyes widen slightly in surprise at his affectionate nickname as he walks off to the first floor, hands in his pockets.

"God, he's definitely into you, YN!" Wonhee giggles, noting your shocked expression.

"Shut up, Wonhee!" you exclaim.

"Just saying!" Wonhee laughs.

A COUPLE OF WEEKS HAD PASSED SINCE YOU FIRST MET HEESEUNG, but it was that one night that really caught your attention. After a long day of babysitting, you decided to take a leisurely stroll around the park before heading back to your dorm.

The night was tranquil, nearly 9 pm, and the crisp air refreshed you as you walked. As you approached your usual alleyway, the sound of punches and kicks pierced the calm. Your heart raced with nervousness as you wondered what was happening. Was it a hallucination, or...?

Turning the corner, you were shocked to see Heeseung amidst a group of boys. Quickly, you ducked behind a wall, watching in disbelief. Why was he in a fight?

Straining to hear their conversation, you caught Heeseung shouting, "You owe me $1,000. I won the bet," just before another punch landed on his face. Your heart sank at the sight of his swollen lips and bruised eye.

"Who cares about the bet? You messed with us, you’re dead," a boy sneered, delivering another blow.

"Leave him alone!" you finally mustered the courage to intervene, emerging from your hiding spot.

The boy mocked, "Oh look, is it your girlfriend, Heeseung? If you’re a stray cat trying to get your boyfriend out of trouble, you're out of luck."

In a burst of anger, you threw your purse at the boy, sending him tumbling to the ground. Another boy's eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the scene.

"What did you say?" you demanded, your eyes narrowing.

As the tension escalated, you kicked the taunting boy hard in the legs, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Want to say that again?" you glared. "Fuck off and find something better to do with your time."

The boy slowly looking a bit scared quickly ran off through the alleyways as his friends tagged along with him. 

“So…” you began tentatively, noticing Heeseung’s bleeding lip.

“Sorry for all of that,” Heeseung apologized sincerely.

“Let's talk later. For now, let's get you patched up,” you replied, swiftly leading him to the nearby convenience store to grab a first aid kit.

"HOW DID YOU EVEN END UP IN THAT FIGHT?" you inquire as the two of you settle in at the park. You pull out a tube of scar gel, uncapping it and listening intently as Heeseung explains.

"Well, I made a bet for $1,000 and won, so I got dragged into the whole brawl," Heeseung shrugs. "It's just the usual."

"Usual?" your eyebrow raises as you first cleanse the scar with an alcohol wipe.

"Ouch, that stings," Heeseung winces as you then pat it dry with a tissue. "Yeah, it's kind of normal for me... ouch."

"Then maybe you shouldn't do it; it's dangerous," you respond, leaning in closer to apply the medicine. Heeseung's heart thumps as he watches you approach. You can feel his breath against your skin, and his cheeks flush as your fingers touch his skin. Why does his stomach feel like it's doing somersaults?

You affix a small bandage as a finishing touch. "There."

"Thanks," Heeseung smiles. "So, where were you?"

"Babysitting for another kid today," you shrug, quickly disposing of the bandage wrapper and tidying up your first aid kit.

"I see," Heeseung replies, helping you clean up. "I can walk you home if you want?"

"I'll walk," you smile.

"I could walk with you part of the way," Heeseung suggests, falling into step beside you. You both gaze at the glimmering stars, admiring them from afar.

"You know," you start, "Jihyeon mentioned something about your parents."

Heeseung's gaze drops as he stares at the ground, his smile fading slightly. He looks at you. "She did?"

You nod, meeting Heeseung's eyes. "If you're comfortable sharing, what happened?"

"Well..." Heeseung pauses, contemplating for a moment before continuing. "My parents died in a car crash. They were returning from a movie, and they never really got to say goodbye to us. I guess my biggest regret was not saying goodbye before they left. I was just being stubborn and angry because they scolded me for getting a bad grade."

You listen attentively. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. It's all in the past now. It happened about five years ago, and I barely remember it," Heeseung shrugs.

"I hope things have gotten better since then," you smile.

"Thanks, YN," he gives you a grateful look.

"Anyway, thanks for walking me. Hopefully, we can talk again later," you wave goodbye before heading towards your apartment building.

"YN, COULE YOU PLEASE JOIN ME FOR A DRESS-UP TEA PARTY?" Jihyeon pleads with a cute pout, coaxing you into her playful scheme.

"Alright, fine…" you reluctantly agree, watching as Jihyeon's face lit up with a wide smile before she hurriedly led you to her room to fetch tiaras and dresses.

"This dress is from Mommy's room, so you can wear it," Jihyeon grin mischievously, confessing how she got it without her brother's knowledge. You examine the dress—a simple white garment with puffy sleeves adorned with intricate lace, reaching knee-length.

After changing in the bathroom, you admire your reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly, the dress fit perfectly, accentuating your features.

Emerging from the bathroom, you found Jihyeon holding two tiaras, dressed in her own fancy pink attire. She hands you a tiara, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she helps you place it on your head.

"Let's go! It's tea party time!" she exclaims, leading you to the dining table where she arranged fake tea cups. Pouring imaginary "tea" into your cup, you play along, enjoying the moment.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes observed from the doorway. "A tea party without me?" a teasing voice remark, revealing Heeseung, in his usual leather jacket and jeans, his smile widening as he saw you. His gaze linger on you appreciatively, taking in the sight of the borrowed dress.

"Heeseung!" Jihyeon exclaims, rushing into his arms.

"How are you, Jihyeon?" Heeseung greets, lifting her up gently.

"Why are you home so early?" Jihyeon inquire.

"Just needed to grab something upstairs," Heeseung replies with a grin. "Could you fetch my phone and wallet, Jihyeon? I need to chat with YN."

"Sure!" Jihyeon agreeing, scampering off to fulfill his request.

"YN…" Heeseung's gaze softened as he admires your appearance in the dress. "You look beautiful."

"I hope it's not inappropriate or disrespectful cause Jihyeon let me borrow it…" you began, but Heeseung quickly reassuring you.

"No, it's fine. You should keep it. It suits you really well," he insisted 

"Are you sure?" you ask hesitantly.

"Absolutely," Heeseung affirm, his smile unwavering. "By the way, are you free next Friday evening? Jihyeon will be with her aunt, and I thought maybe we could grab dinner together."

"Ah, is someone asking me out?" you tease, accepting his invitation with a smile.

Heeseung chuckles. "Guilty as charged. See you next Friday then. Feel free to continue your tea party," he added with a wink as you playfully rolled your eyes. Jihyeon returned with Heeseung's belongings, bidding him farewell as he left the house once more.

"WHY AM I SO NERVOUS…" you whisper to yourself in the bathroom before a ding dong at the door interrupts your thoughts. "I'LL GET IT!" you shout, hastily opening the door to find Heeseung standing there, clad in a white blouse with the first two buttons undone and black pants.

"I hope I’m not too early?" Heeseung grins.

"Perfect timing," you reply with a small smile. "I'LL BE BACK SOON!" you call out to your friends before exiting the house.

Outside, Heeseung's motorcycle awaits, and you sit on it, securing your helmet as he starts the engine. Arriving at the restaurant, he assists you off the bike, taking your hand and leading you inside. As you settle at a table, you quickly peruse the menu and place your order, leaving time for conversation.

"I noticed something unique about Jihyeon," you begin. "Unlike most kids who prioritize toys, she seems more…mature, especially in her care for you."

"Hm?" Heeseung looks intrigued.

"She's genuinely thoughtful and responsible, almost like she was raised exceptionally well," you add, earning a nod from Heeseung.

"You also strike me as a great brother," you compliment, noticing a faint blush on Heeseung's cheeks as he looks away, taking a sip of water to compose himself.

"Thanks," he responds, attempting to maintain his composure.

As the conversation flows, your food arrives, and after enjoying the meal, you take a leisurely stroll, chatting along the way.

"Yunah is more of a 'clumsy older sister' than an organized one," you remark.

"I could gather that from your stories," Heeseung chuckles, then pauses, "Your shoes... they're untied." He bends down to quickly tie your shoelaces, and inexplicably, your heart begins to race. Why the sudden flutter in your stomach?

"T-thanks," you stutter, "H-how about we head back home now? It's getting late, you know?"

"Yeah, sure," Heeseung nods, masking how he was blushing too.

YOU LIE IN YOUR BED, STARING AT THE CEILING, thinking of all the times you've spent with Heeseung. All the times you babysat Jihyeon and he would always stop by and wave at you. All the time he would do small things to make your heart thump loudly. All the rides you took on his motorcycle. The scent of his leather jacket when you first met him after the party. All of that was nearly 4-5 months ago. Now here you are, lying down and thinking about Heeseung all night, memories keeping you up until 4 am.

“Do you think I’m in love?” you ask Iroha.

“I think you are,” Iroha responds with a smile. “You always talk about Heeseung, and he treats you really well.”

You pause and ponder Iroha’s words, contemplating what it truly means to you. Were all those butterflies in your stomach a sign of love? What even is love?You gaze out the window, reflecting for the last time. Now you realize it, Iroha was right. You are truly deeply in love with the one and only Lee Heeseung

“YN, YOU’RE ZONING OUT AGAIN.” Jihyeon pouts as you gaze out the window for the fourth time. 

“Sorry, Jihyeon. Where were we in the play?” you try to give a small smile that hopefully Jihyeon would forgive. 

“We were where the prince confessed to the princess!” Jihyeon exclaims. 

Confess. The word pops up in the brain as you try to gain your focus back, “Right.” You whisper before then zoning out again. God, why was Heeseung taking your whole mind? 

You quickly snap back to reality, “Sorry—so basically the princess confesses to the prince of how much she loves him. How much she makes her get butterflies in her stomach. The way he gives her jacket and talks to her all the time..” You continue on as your mind is only about Heeseung. All the stuff you were saying perfectly described him. 

“You know this kind of sounds like my brother,” Jihyeon says, as she plays with her dolls. 

“Huh?” you look up from talking. 

“Is it?” Jihyeon asks. 

“Uhm..” you hesitate. 

“It is.” Jihyeon replies, reading your expression, “it’s okay cause I have my mouth shut.” She grabs her fingers and pretends to zip her mouth close as you laugh at her cuteness. But she wasn’t wrong, everything you said was about Heeseung. Everything in your mind right now was Heeseung.

YOU AND YUNAH SETTLE INTO A cozy corner at the bustling café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling in the air. Thoughts of Heeseung, the boy who occupies far too much space in your mind, tug at your attention.

"I’m going to the bathroom," you say, forcing a smile as you make your way to the bathroom. Inside the dimly lit space, you take a deep breath, trying to push aside your thoughts. 

But as you stand there, staring at your reflection in the mirror, you can't help but overhear a conversation from the other side of the bathroom.

"Heeseung definitely likes me. Like in Lee Heeseung," a voice boasts confidently. "Remember that one day he kissed me once. He's my type too."

Your heart skips a beat as the words sink in, a wave of shock and betrayal washing over you. Why did you think he likes you? Why did you like him? 

You press a hand to your mouth, trying to stop the sobs that threaten to escape. Tears blur your vision as you struggle to make sense of heartbreak. 

With trembling hands, you splash cold water on your face, trying to compose yourself before facing Yunah again. You can't let her see you like this, can't bear to let her witness the shattered remnants of your heart.

Summoning every ounce of strength you have left, you force yourself to leave the bathroom. Yunah's concerned gaze meets yours, and you offer her a weak smile.

"I'm not feeling well," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I think I should go home."

Yunah's brow furrows with worry, and she reaches out to touch your arm. But you pull away gently, offering her a reassuring smile.

"I'll be okay," you lie, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I just need some rest."

With a heavy heart, you bid farewell to Yunah and make your escape from the café. Once outside, tears streaming down your cheeks. Sobbing your eyes, you make your way back home with a broken heart. 

"YN, COME ON. HE’S SUCH A JERK" Wonhee consoles you as she wipes away your tears for what feels like the fifth time this week.

"He completely played me," you sob, feeling the weight of betrayal. "I thought there was something between us, but turns out he's just the brother of a kid I babysit. Why did I even like him?"

"YN…" Moka's voice is gentle as she squeezes your hand, "Please don't talk like that. What if there's a misunderstanding?"

"They mentioned 'Lee Heeseung,' it's obviously him," you sniffle, trying to compose yourself.

"Well, why waste your time on someone who doesn't deserve it?" Minju interjects.

"Minju's got a point," Wonhee agrees, "He's not worth your tears. He's just a player."

"But I can't help it, I think I love him," you admit, feeling torn.

"But Heeseung doesn't strike me as the type to play with someone's feelings like that. He's a good guy," Yunah suggests optimistically. "Maybe there's more to the story that you don't know."

"I don't even know anymore," you murmur, wiping your eyes. "All I know is I can't face anyone for the next week. I might even cancel all my plans. I just can't bear to see him right now."

HEESEUNG SAT AT HIS DESK, his mind consumed with worry. It had been a week since you abruptly canceled all your plans, and he hadn't heard from you since. His messages were delivered for nearly a week and according to Iroha, you hadn't left your house in days. 

Lost in his thoughts, he barely registered the sound of his bedroom door creaking open. Jihyeon stood in the doorway, her big brown eyes filled with concern.

"Heeseung, are you okay?" she asked softly, her small voice breaking through his anxious mind.

Heeseung forced a smile, trying to hide his emotion, "I'm fine, Jihyeon. Just a little tired."

Jihyeon frowned, unconvinced by his reassurance. "But you've been pacing around your room all day, and you haven't touched your food," she pointed out, her brow furrowing with worry.

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He couldn't hide anything from Jihyeon; she always saw right through him.

"I'm just worried about someone," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyeon's eyes widened with curiosity. "Is it YN?" she asked, her voice filled with innocence.

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat at the mention of your name, and he nodded slowly. "Yes, it's YN. I haven't heard from her in days, and I'm starting to get really worried."

Jihyeon's expression softened, and she took a tentative step forward, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Don't worry, Heeseung. I'm sure she's okay. Maybe she just needs some time alone."

Heeseung wanted to believe her, but the nagging worry in the back of his mind refused to go away. "Hopefully."

Suddenly, Jihyeon's eyes lit up with excitement, as if she had just remembered something important. "Hey, Heeseung, do you like YN?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat at the question, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I…uh…what makes you ask that?"

Jihyeon shrugged, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "YN may have told me that you give her butterflies and so many other things"

Heeseung's breath caught in his throat at the revelation, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. You liked him? The realization filled him with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in days.

"I need to go find YN."he said, his voice choking with emotion.

THE NIGHT HUNG HEAVY WITH SILENCE. Tears streamed down your cheeks; the clock ticked, marking the passing of time as you sat alone in your room.

The sudden creak of the window startled you, and you turned to see Heeseung framed against the moonlit sky. His presence sent a jolt of surprise through you. 

"Heeseung?" you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

Heeseung hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words to say. "YN, I…," he started, but his voice faltered as he struggled to find the courage to speak.

"What are you doing here, Heeseung?" you asked, your voice betraying the hurt and confusion.

Heeseung took a step closer, his eyes filled with concern as he noticed the tears staining your cheeks. "YN, what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice with genuine worry.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at his question,"Why do you care, Heeseung?" you snapped, your voice sharp"After everything that's happened, why do you even bother?"

Heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you mean, YN? What happened?" he asked.

The anger inside you boiled over, and you couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer. "You like another girl," you said, your voice trembling with hurt and anger. "You kissed her,"

Heeseung's face looked puzzled, his eyes with confusion"YN, it's not what you think," he started, but you cut him off.

"Don't even bother, Heeseung," you said, your voice filled with resignation. "I know the truth now. I know that everything you did to me was just to play."

Heeseung's heart shattered at your words, "YN, please, let me explain," he pleaded, his voice desperate. You shake your head no.

"YN, listen to me," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of your quiet sobs. "Those are all false. I never kissed anyone. I don’t like anyone but…"

You turned to face him, the tears still streaming down your cheeks as you searched his eyes.

“But  you. I like you, YN," Heeseung confessed, "More than I've ever liked anyone before."

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“I like you YN.” Heeseung confessed, before you could process anything 

For a moment, the world fell away around you as he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Lips in sync, his hands snaking around your waist. 

But all too soon, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway outside your room, and Heeseung pulled away, his eyes wide with panic. "YN, open the door, I brought tea," Yunah's voice called out. He realized that he was about to be caught, and he turned to you. Without a word, he pressed his lips to yours one last time. 

As you stood there, the echo of his words ringing in your ears. He liked you. Heeseung Lee liked you back. 

THE WARM GLOW OF THE AFTERNOON SUN FILTERED through the curtains, casting a soft light over the cozy living room. You sat beside him on the comfortable couch, next to Heeseung’s side as you watched a movie together.

Jihyeon sat on the floor in front of the TV, completely engrossed in the movie. Every so often, she would glance back at the two of you, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she plotted her next adventure.

Heeseung wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Is the movie good, angel?" he murmured, his voice soft with affection.

You nodded, leaning into his embrace with a contented sigh. "Mhmm, perfect," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

As the movie played on, you found yourself drifting off, the gentle rhythm of Heeseung's heartbeat and the noise of Jihyeon’s laughter. 

When the movie finally came to an end, Jihyeon jumped up from her spot on the floor, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can we play a game now?" she asked, bouncing up and down.

Heeseung chuckled at her enthusiasm, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Of course, Jihyeon," he said, shooting you a playful grin. "What do you want to play?"

Jihyeon's face lit up with delight as she rattled off a list of her favorite games, her energy infectious as she dragged the two of you into her world of make-believe. You and Heeseung played along with her antics, laughing and joking as you chased each other around the room, completely lost in the moment.

And as you watched Heeseung and Jihyeon, their laughter filling the air with joy, you knew that you would do anything to protect this precious moment, to hold onto it for as long as you possibly could. 

[ronjunnie]

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[millenniallust4death]

Federal Election in Canada

A gentle reminder for my Canadian mutuals:

Monday, 21 April 2025 - Last day to vote in the Advanced Poll. TODAY! Hours: 9:00 AM - 9:00 PM (Local time)

Monday, 28 April 2025 - Election Day! Hours: 9:30 AM - 9:30 PM EDT. Check your local poll hours here.

If you don't know your polling station then enter your postal code in the Voter Information Service form.

I think voting in this election is so critical that I am a poll supervisor at my local polling station on Election Day. I will be part of the voting process - opening the poll, helping voters, closing the poll, and counting the ballots! If you have a question about the voting process then please let me know. I've got you!

PLEASE VOTE!!

[leclerc-hs]

the color violet - ln4 SNEAK PEAK!!!!!

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader summary: in which you and lando can't seem to quit each other OR you and lando are casual fuck buddies

OUT TONIGHT APRIL 21, 2025 at 9:00 PM EST

lmk thoughts!!!! been home sick for past 4 days so i've had a lot of time to sit on my computer and write recently ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

You find yourself leaning over a balcony later on, fingers curled over the ledge like you might fall, and that’s when he slips behind you.

He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel him. You don’t turn around. At least, not right away.

But when you do, he’s looking at you like he’s not sure if he should speak or just walk away.

You break the silence first.

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah,” he says, not apologetic at all. “You’re hard not to look at.”

A beat. Then you smirk, soft. “Careful. I bite.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “So do I.”

You look away first, back out over the city lights flickering below, your pulse thrumming beneath your skin because you can feel him now. He’s closer. Warmer. Quieter. Feel as if he’s studying the back of your neck and imagining what you’d do if he pressed his mouth there.

“You always do this?” You mutter, voice barely heard. “Stare at girls like you’ve already undressed them in your head?”

His lips twitch, barely, and you can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, "Only when they look like they want me to.”

You turn to him, slowly, hair falling over your shoulder in the process, and your eyes catch his with an intent that makes his breathing falter. Just slightly.

“And if I do?” You ask, voice laced with something dangerous in it.

He takes a step closer. Close enough that you can smell his cologne, something expensive and intoxicating, and he tilts his head just slightly, eyes flicking toward you mouth. 

“Then I’d say you’re playing a dangerous game.”

You don’t break eye contact.

[reasonsforhope]

"Construction of the “largest wildlife crossing in the world” passed a significant milestone in April placing the first girders over an 8-lane freeway near Los Angeles to preserve the local mountain lion population.

After years of tireless work, erecting the first horizontal section of the 210-foot-long crossing was an historic moment for the National Wildlife Federation, the Caltrans highway department, and many private and public partners.

“We all cheered when the crane lowered the first concrete beam across the freeway, as we truly saw the bridge starting to take shape,” said an excited Beth Pratt, the California Executive Director of National Wildlife Federation.

“This structure is a testament to us all wanting a future for wildlife and mountain lions in the Santa Monica Mountains.”

Moving forward, up to 82 additional concrete girders will be placed, with each beam weighing between 126 and 140 tons. As these critical horizontal supports are placed, the structure will ultimately reconnect two long fractured global biodiversity hotspots in the Southern California region—providing safe passage for not only the cougars, but bobcats, deer, lizards, and coyotes, as they move between the Santa Monica Mountains and the Simi Hills of the Santa Susana mountain range.

[Note: The setting looks pretty rural in that rendering, but the wildlife crossing is actually only five minutes from the Los Angeles city border and the densely populated San Fernando Valley.]

For drivers on the 101 Freeway in Agoura Hills, the construction is interrupting traffic from 11:00 PM to 4:00 AM on one side of the highway each week (Northbound or Southbound). The FAQs can be found here.

CBS news estimates about 1,500 of these wildlife passages have been built both over and under major highways and rural roads across America.

Watch CBS’s recent feature that highlights crossings over America’s longest highway, US 90, which runs across the northern states, and how a new US grant program is paving the way for more crossings…"

-via Good News Network, May 9, 2024

-video via CBS Sunday Morning, April 21, 2024

[jackiepackiee]

𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇

𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓏𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝒜𝒰!

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Friday night had been rather eventful. With Genya having a marksmanship competition and you cheering him on. Even if he couldn’t hear you over the loud popping noises.

He was the best in the region, and these competitions could be lengthy. So when he had won for his accurate skills he was relieved to see you in the lobby of the range. Body fatigued from the hours of practice and shooting as well as the school day you both had prior. His tie was loose on his neck and some of his hair stuck in to make small bangs before you pushed it back into place.

The blush on his cheeks, which he had whenever he saw you, was apparent but much less noticeable than normal.

Poor boy was too tired to focus on his flustered nature, and he just needed to see you.

He loved when you came to his comps, since they could be pretty boring. But it now meant that it was around 9 pm/21:00 and the train home would be another half hour!

Genya, being the sweet boy he is, offered you his house to stay at for the nigh; knowing your house was much further away than his.

Today was very long, especially with Sanemis math quiz you both took that morning. He couldn’t stand the droopy eyes and tired smile you had while fighting to stay awake.

So, with an impromptu nap on the train, you both ventured to his home. Him paying for your ticket and carrying your school bag that you never got the chance to drop off at home.

This was brand new territory for you, since he would always walk you home first. Leading you to never know what his home looked like.

It was in a typical apartment complex. He opened the door for you and let you walk in, but you clung onto his arm unable to move without him going first. Honestly a little nervous to enter his house without him leading the way.

By the time you arrived it was 10 pm/22:00 and the house was dead silent. Everyone having been long asleep aside from Sanemi grading math at the table. You knew he has many young siblings from them barging into his room during FaceTime and his stories about them during lunch. Sanemi was the one you actually knew, since he was your teacher.

When he looked up at you he wasn’t nearly as scary as he was in class. He knew very well that you and Genya were dating, you are his student after all. And you being a teenage girl, half asleep, and shyly waving at him he couldn’t be harsh. He waved back, nodding his head.

“Keep the door open.”

That was all he said before throwing Genya a warning glare to “not doing anything fucking stupid.” Then looking back at his papers with a huff. Signaling that half of your class definitely failed…

Being one of seven, Genya was very lucky to have his own room. It was rather simple, with a poster or two of your shared favorite musicians and a bonsai tree on the window sill. He had a western bed, and a stuffed animal sitting on it that he won at the fair during summer. It was matching with the multiple prizes he won you.

He took you off of his arm and rummaged in his closet.

“You can wear one of my sweatshirts… only if you want to!!”

His flushed cheeks came back when he offered but he wasn’t definitely wishing you’d say yes. He put one in your hands and turned around. Covering his eyes signaling that you could change.

You had “stolen” his clothes before, but never like this? It was always a gifted coat in the cold or one of his button ups when all your uniforms were in the wash. He was practically glowing red at the sight of you in his clothes on top of the fact that you were in his room.

He had never imagined his girlfriend actually being allowed in his room, so he wasn’t taking any chances.

“You can take the bed, I’ll take the floor.”

And before you could protest, which he predicted, he added.

“Sanemi won’t be happy if he sees us sharing.”

With that you couldn’t argue, so you plopped onto the bed and were out like a light before Genya even laid a blanket over you.

Which leads us to now, 8 am/8:00 at the Shinazugawa household.

You are fast asleep on a bed that isn’t your own, covered in a thick blanket that smells like your boyfriend. The window blinds are cracked just enough to illuminate the room without it being overbearing.

Pushing yourself further into the warmth of the bed, your mind starts to wake up before the rest of your body. Processing some of your senses.

Eyes still closed and body still completely relaxed on the soft mattress. But your ears pick up everything.

Soft and excited murmurs are practically squealing. It must’ve been what had woken you up. High voices from what seemed to be pre teens to very young children, along with the curiosity typical in kids.

Then the murmurs become more clear as your head drifts out of its sleepy state. Processing the syllables as the fuzz in your mind leaves.

“She’s pretty.” A young boy spoke, before being overlapped by a girl.

“Yeah! Who is she?” She sounded like she needed to know immediately, beaming with excitement. But you don’t recognize these voices until a deep one spoke up.

“Quiet Shuya and Sumi, you’ll wake her. Thats (name), she’s our guest.”

It was Sanemi?! Everything became more clear as you pieced together your night. Remembering how you ended up here and where you were.

You become aware of the clothes on your body that are Genyas and the stuffed animal you can feel must have been placed by him in your arms after you knocked out.

Though you keep your eyes closed, ignoring the desire to see just what was going on. Trying to nestle back into the warmth of the soft bed and lull into sleep.

Although something broke you from your resolve, a small weight on your lap. Pulling at your sleeve and crawling on you.

Without anymore reason to go back to sleep you open your eyes to find five children surrounding you.

Teiko, the oldest and a girl, looking down at you curiously. Trying to piece together who you are before her face lights up.

Next to her Horishi, the second oldest and a boy, looking at you squinting. Seemingly analyzing you.

Then Sumi, the middle girl, looking at you with a shine of amazement in her eyes. Admiring you.

Shuya, the second youngest boy, on his toes to get a better look. An expression of excitement and playfulness.

And finally Koto, a very small boy on your stomach. Small toddler hand patting your hair and gripping it.

They all have a striking resemblance to Genya; which speaking of, you can see through the crowd. Sitting on a pile of blankets he has likely slept on. Burning red and covering his flushed face.

Sanemi is in the doorway, leaning against its frame and looking at the chaos with a blank expression.

Sumi speaks up again. “No fair Koto! I wanna be near her too!”

Shuya huffs in agreement before the two climb onto the bed.

You sit up to make more space, rubbing your eyes and looking around more clearly. A tired smile on your lips as the kids fight for your attention.

Koto stays in your lap while the adventurous Shuya climbs onto your shoulders. Sumi sat next you to, holding your arm. The youngest three having no hesitation to join you.

The older two were watching until Teiko and Horishi both spoke simultaneously.

“Is she your girlfriend?” They look at Genya, Horishi crossing his arms and Teiko glowing with excitement.

This causes Genya to blush even more, not responding and sitting perfectly still.

Saving his ass, Sanemi intervened.

“Come on, it’s time for breakfast. Give her some room.”

No one would argue with him… except for his younger siblings. This definitely wasn’t school where he was in charge.

“That doesn’t answer our question!” “But she’s so warm!” “I wanna stay with her!”

The jumble of whining was soothed by your gentle laughing breaking the noise.

“Hey now, better to listen to him. Your brother is scary~” You spoke as if you were telling them a secret.

You giggle and the kids follow suit. It seems so natural for you. They all get closer to you.

Genya is simply staring in awe as you converse with them, loving the gentle and kind nature you have with his dear siblings.

It’s obvious they’ve been up much longer than you, likely a very lively household. It’s no surprise since the young ones must’ve gone to bed much earlier.

And the ever prominent sleeper Genya has no choice in the matter but to be wide awake in his embarrassment.

“How did you two meet?” Teiko asks, wanting every detail. It seems very important for her to hear the romance, even if it was never told to them you were dating.

“We share the same classes at school. I had to tutor him in chem after he accidentally blew up an experiment!” The kids all laugh and remember the day he came home with messy hair and dust all over his uniform.

“You must be so smart miss! And you’re so pretty.” Sumi compliments and smiles brightly.

Before you can continue answering the onslaught of questions, you hear a call from outside the room.

“Breakfast!”

It’s Shizu Shinazugawa, their mother. You have met before at some school events, so her sweet small voice was recognizable.

The kids pull at your arms, trying to get you to join them. So without hesitance you stand up with Koto in one arm on your hip and Shuya hanging off your shoulder like a monkey.

The kids all laugh before rushing you to the table. They push past Sanemi who huffs at the bounds of excitement so early.

Koto is the first to sit when you place him in his chair, and he makes grabby hands at you. Then Shuya climbs off and onto the floor.

Every kid is pulling you to sit next to them, but you simply ruffle their hair and walk into the kitchen.

Sanemi and Genya sit at the table too, the latter being interrogated by his siblings.

“Miss Shinazugawa? Do you need any help?”

You ask while smiling at the familiar woman. She shakes her head and smiles while cooking.

“No no, you’ve already been such an uplifting spirit for the young ones. And you’re my guest!”

Even after declining your help, you wash your hands and cut the fruit she had washed. Helping anyways, which didn’t go unnoticed by her. Or Genya for that matter.

Who looks like a lovesick puppy staring at you helping his mom. The person he loves helping a woman he loves! His heart was melting fast.

“Big brother! Is she your girlfriend?”

“Is she wearing your sweatshirt?”

“New big sister?”

The babble never ended until you and Miss Shinazugawa brought breakfast.

Soon the kids all shut up with speed and filled their mouths.

And Genya wasn’t the only one in awe at his partner…

You couldn’t help but stare in adoration as he helped cut up Koto’s food after his frustration caused him to give up.

Being incredibly gentle as he soothed and helped his young brother.

Mornings like this are definitely something you can get used to…

[phannie-elvis]

Phannie Census Update #3 (My Favorite Write-ins)

Phwoah dads, handing it over to the mod again!

Hi! As I said in my last update, Dan and Phil are right, we really are funnier than them lol. Reading all the write-in responses made me laugh so much, so I figured I should share some of my favorites. (If any of these are yours and you don't want them shared, just send me a message or an ask and I'll take it off the list!)

Total responses as of 3:00 PM 6/22/25: 1686!

(Questions 1 and 2 did not have write-in options)

3. What's your sexual/romantic orientation?

"Idk man i just work here", "🤷"

4. What's your gender?

"I am my own being that just looks cool as fuck", "formless blob" (can't believe I didn't think to include that as an option lol), "I’m whatever gender makes the joke land (in this case I am an evil mix of woman and man >:3)"

(Also, the google form is annoying for this one and only lets me see about half of the write-in responses, so sorry if you wrote something really funny and I didn't see it!)

5. What's your gender identity?

"confusing", ""cis" but specifically with the quotation marks", "Uuuuuuhhhhh", "None gender left beef", "¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

6. What was your assigned gender at birth?

"Italian", "Sadly they told me i was a female so oops they messed up", "MALE I SWEAR!!!! !111!!1! (lol female)"

7. What's your race/ethnicity?

"Unfortunately very white:-("

8. What's your age?

"69 joke im 18", "Gay"

(Questions 9 and 10 did not have write-in options)

11. Which of the 4 Gs of the Dan and Phil demographic are you?

"Gamers", "Girlfail", "Bisexual Communist Formless Blob 😂", also shout out to all the people who said they were girlies in vibes/for the joke even though they weren't actual girls

12. Did Dan make you trans/question your gender?

"HE MADE ME QUESTION IT ALL SO YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES", "Honestly no, but it's funny so I pretend like it was him", "yes he made me trans and my name is dan now lol"

(Question 13 had a write-in option, but none of the responses were really funny since it was just asking what year you joined the phandom. Questions 14 and 15 did not have a write-in option.)

16. Are you a dannie or a phillie? (with nuance)

"Currently a Phillie. It's 4AM, I have no nuances to give. Brain no work!!", "Golden piggie", "phil lester's mind is so beautiful i want to swim in it", "dan howell infests my brain like a little parasite", "please do no separate", "Porque no los dos, my comrade", "I vacillate back and forth so frequently im vibrating", "Im a child of phivorce who cannot choose which parent to go with :(",

(I also can't see all the responses for this one so apologies if you wrote something really funny and I didn't see it. One from memory that I can no longer see was: "Phillie born, phillie bred, and when I die, I'll be PHILLIE DEAD").

17. Are you some kind of mentally ill/neurodivergent?

"No im just simply a slaying human being (i am diagnosed mentally ill)", "Yes, not diagnosed but my therapist looks at me with concern", "yes. but o would like to undiagnosed and just be manic pixie dream girl pls :p", "Who really knows atp", "Never diagnosed but something ain’t right upstairs"

18. Specifically, are you autistic?

"Im dyspraxix autism and adhds love child", "prooobably?", "Probably but I have a job so I can’t worry about that right now", "not assessed but my doctor said i should be so like schrödinger’s autism"

19. If you identify as transmasc, do you consider Dan or Phil to be gender goals?

"Both merged into one big gay ball", "white boys? no", "I do not aspire to twinkdom but they are cute boys", "sister daniel I'm sORRY", "I would kill innocent people to have dan's profile"

20. What's your political orientation?

"Strict Doofenshmirtz politics. Whatever allows me to be a gay supervillain", "the gay one", "Oh god the world is burning"

21. Which is better, phyuri or phaoi?

"HOW DARE THY ASK ME TO PICK ONE THY IS EXTREMLY RUDE THY SHALL NOT EVER ASK ME TO PICK ONE AGAIN" (I would like to point out that "How dare you ask me to pick one?" was in fact an option, but this person felt so strongly that they felt the need to clarify beyond that lol), "um gulp??"

22. Are you a furry?

"currently going down the pipeline but not quite there yet", "I have rabbit tendencies….", "I wish but im broke and need to develop my art skills ill call myself a furry in training"

23. Do you think Sister Daniel is hot?

"UHM DO I HELL YEAH I DO THERE ONE SEXY MOTHERFUCKER", "So hot she needs a longer answer", "Sister Daniel is my gay awakening", "Once k get over religious trauma Yes", "she has the exact same mannerisms as my sister and it makes me wildly uncomfortable" (yikes sorry that is unfortunate), "Too asexual and too repulsed by the catholic church to really have any opinion tbh", "my boyfriend (catholic) loves her 😔", "Queer joy is death by sister daniel", "AWOOOOOOGAHUMMINAHUMMINA CARCRASH"

Also final shout out to the person who put the repeating "Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy." joke for every single write-in. It did make me laugh at first, even if it eventually got annoying (not that annoying though, no hard feelings), but I'm sure you had fun doing it lol.

Next week: I'll share what I'm planning for my full analysis! I'm probably going to stay away from complicated statistical tests that can help make generalizations about the population of phannies, since I don't know how well this spread beyond my normal circle of people on tumblr, but I'll share the questions I'm aiming to answer so far and my methods. If you have any other questions you think I could answer with the data, feel free to leave a reply on this update or next week's and I'll see if I can answer it in my final analysis!

Athankyouverymuch everyone!

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Flirty text POV

part 5

Summary: Y/N is drunk texting Jensen… He might like it. Things might slightly escalade over time. You can either read it in a before Danneel or after Danneel setting just how you like.

Just because it's fun and you guys seem to like us flirting with Jensen 🙈

**hot shot 🔥** (11:42 PM): you should be here. sitting next to me.

**hot shot 🔥 ** (11:45 PM) Great now is the seat taken. But no worries there is room for you.. A little closer. Like on my lap 😏

**hot shot 🔥** (11:55 PM): you do like me a little, right?

**hot shot 🔥** (12:07 AM): y/n?? This is getting awkward.

**princess ✨️** (12:10 AM): Jay. It's late... Are you drunk?

**hot shot 🔥** (12:11 AM): a little...

**hot shot 🔥** (12:12 AM): but that doesn’t change the fact that i miss you

**princess ✨️** (12:14 AM): you should be enjoying your night out with friends.

**hot shot 🔥** (12:15 AM): and yet, you answered

**princess ✨️** (12:17 AM): someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself into trouble

**hot shot 🔥** (12:18 AM): trouble is my middle name, princess

**princess ✨️** (12:19 AM): i swear...

**hot shot 🔥** (12:20 AM): swear what?

**princess ✨️** (12:21 AM): swear you’re lucky i like you

**hot shot 🔥** (12:22 AM): So you do like me 😏

**princess ✨️** (12:23 AM): go home, to sleep, jensen. We'll talk tomorrow.🙄

**hot shot 🔥** (12:24 AM): One condition...

**princess ✨️** (12:24 AM): ??

**hot shot 🔥** (12:24 AM): Only if you stay tonight. And be there when i wake up. 😏

hot shot 🔥 (12:52 AM): You should come. Either to the bar or to my place. Or the bar and then my place 😉

hot shot 🔥 (12:55 AM): I can’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to have you here with me.

hot shot 🔥 (12:57 AM): You’re making me crazy, princess.

hot shot 🔥 (1:02 AM): Imagine how it would feel if you were here, with me. Fuck the things I'd do to make you feel right!

hot shot 🔥 (1:04 AM): I’d take my time with you. Slowly.

hot shot 🔥 (1:06 AM): Touch you in all the right ways.

hot shot 🔥 (1:08 AM): Feel every inch of your soft skin under my hands.

hot shot 🔥 (1:10 AM): I can’t stop thinking about it, y/n.

hot shot 🔥 (1:12 AM): Don’t make me wait any longer.

princess ✨️ (1:14 AM): Jensen... you don't know what your saying. You're drunk and horny, I'm sure it's not me you want.

hot shot 🔥 (1:18 AM): Please, princess. Don't say that!

**princess ✨️** (1:28 AM): Jay, you’re too drunk to know what you say.

**hot shot 🔥** (1:30 AM): You like it, don’t you?

**hot shot 🔥** (1:32 AM): Are you... imagining it?

**princess ✨️** (1:43 AM): What?! No!

**hot shot 🔥** (1:46 AM): Then why the late response, baby girl?

**princess ✨️** (1:48 AM): I’m not playing this game, jensen. You never text like this!

**hot shot 🔥** (1:50 AM): I’m not playing either. Just want you to know, I’d make it unforgettable if you let me.

**princess ✨️** (1:54 AM): This is not you talking, it’s the alcohol.

**hot shot 🔥** (1:56 AM): Maybe. But it’s what I want.

**hot shot 🔥** (1:58 AM): It’s always been what I want.

**princess ✨️** (1:58 AM): Jay...

**hot shot 🔥** (2:00 AM): please... even just once.

**princess ✨️** (2:00 AM): Oh so you just need me to be a quick hook up...

**hot shot 🔥** (2:00 AM): Kiss you slow, until you can't think straight.

**hot shot 🔥** (2:02 AM): I'd have you pressed up against me, feeling every inch of you.

**hot shot 🔥** (2:04 AM): And when I finally get you alone, I wouldn’t rush it.

**hot shot 🔥** (2:06 AM): I’ve been fantasizing about this for years now.

**hot shot 🔥** (2:08 AM): Imagining what it would feel like, what you’d taste like.

**hot shot 🔥** (2:10 AM): I'd love to make those dreams real.

**hot shot 🔥** (2:12 AM): You’re all I’ve been thinking about, y/n.

**hot shot 🔥** (2:20 AM): Good night Princess... 😘

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**hot shot 🔥** (9:05 AM): Hey, y/n... You okay? Haven’t seen you on set yet.

**hot shot 🔥** (9:07 AM): Is everything alright?

Princess ✨️ (9:09 AM):

Typing…

**hot shot 🔥** (9:11 AM): y/n?

**hot shot 🔥** (9:13 AM): Did I cross a line last night? You’re not answering, and I’m starting to get nervous...

**princess ✨️** (9:15 AM): I don’t know what to say.

**hot shot 🔥** (9:17 AM): I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things. I was drunk and got carried away.

**princess ✨️** (9:19 AM): And you really meant it?

**hot shot 🔥** (9:21 AM): I didn’t lie. I meant everything I said. But I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.

**princess ✨️** (9:23 AM): So you only wanted me once?

**hot shot 🔥** (9:25 AM):What?! NO!

**hot shot 🔥** (9:25 AM): I should have been more careful with my words. But I was really thinking about you, and I guess the alcohol made me braver than I should have been, but I really care for you!

**princess ✨️** (9:27 AM): I need some time.

**hot shot 🔥** (9:29 AM): I understand. Take all the time you need, princess.

**princess ✨️** (9:45 AM): Sends link < Boys from supernatural meet fan >

**princess ✨️** (9:47 AM): Wow really thought of me there...

**hot shot 🔥** (9:59 AM): I was, I still am! I swear, y/n, I’m being honest!

**princess ✨️** (10:01 AM): You kiss that girl, tell me you want me, but then add *just for one night*?

**hot shot 🔥** (10:03 AM): Even, EVEN for one night… I didn’t mean it like that.

**hot shot 🔥** (10:05 AM): I... I didn’t mean it to sound like that, y/n.

**princess ✨️** (10:11 AM): [Name changed to Jensen Ackles]

**Jensen Ackles** (10:13 AM): What the... Y/N, come on. Don’t do this.

**Jensen Ackles** (10:15 AM): I messed up, okay? But this isn’t helping.

**Jensen Ackles** (10:15 AM): Princess talk to me, please!

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Jensen: @jackles010378 @libby99hb @winchesterwild78 @suckitands33 @mostlymarvelgirl @deans-baby-momma @ancles @tulipsvanilla @thesilmarillionblog @jays-bonnie-on-the-side @kr804573 @kamisobsessed @hobby27 @globetrotter28 @kindollss @muhahaha303 @shadysoulangel @lyarr24 @spxideyver @impala67rollingthroughtown @panickedbitch @deansimpalababy @livya99 @yvonneeeee @ladykitana90 @stoneyggirl2 @imsiriuslyreal @panickedbitch @roseblue373 @n-o-p-e-never @ariasong11 @lmpala1967 @sherlockstrangewolf @spnaquakindgdom @writtenbyhollywood @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @healojane @star-yawnznn @cevansbaby-dove

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GGDD Weibo Night 2024 - How to Watch

Photo edit by 慕斯小栗子.

11 January 2025

Red Carpet - 13:30 CST* (9:30 pm 10 January PST, 12:30 am 11 January EST, 5:30 am 11 January GMT)

Awards Ceremony - 18:00 CST* (2 am 11 January PST, 5 am 11 January EST, 10 am 11 January GMT

I will be updating this as information changes or is added, so check back here if you have any issues.

If you have never before experienced an event where they are both present (or if you find these events stressful), you might find my viewing tips helpful.

If you're curious to see what happened last year, check out my 'weibo night 2023' tag.

Livestream

Weibo

Tencent

iQIYI

YouTube (try this one first)

Live BRTV IPTV

Youku (TBD)

Weibo is doing six livestreams from different perspectives on the night.

(I'm not yet fully clear on how that's going to work, but I will update this post with any instructions I might be able to provide once it's actually live.)

Weibo livestream details:

1⃣️ Starlight Red Carpet 13:30 onwards

"Red Carpet Main Perspective" 13:30-17:30

"Red Carpet Interactive Perspective" 13:30-17:30

"Gift Exchange Perspective" 13:30-17:30

2⃣️ Honor Ceremony 18:00 onwards

"Ceremony Main Perspective" 18:00-23:00

"Guest Direct Shot A&B Perspective" 18:00-23:00

"Weibo Hot News Bureau Perspective" 18:30-21:50

*China Standard Time

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MCU Timeline: Iron Man. Part 1 (First 36 hours)

I'm starting a new series of posts. Here I will try to create a logical timeline of the Infinity Saga. No promise to do it for every movie though, as I'm focused on Tony.

I find this attempt necessary because of the many conflicting timelines, official and unofficial, that exist on the Internet and in books. Most of them forgot to include logic when determining dates and periods. Including "official" ones. Remember, if the guys at Marvel can't create something that works, that's their problem, and fans shouldn't just buy what they say. Shitty job is shitty job.

Let's start from the beginning - 36 hours before the attack on the convoy in Afghanistan. Or should I say "about 34 hours" because, taking all the factors into account, I couldn't squeeze 36 hours in there. But it's fine, because the number 36 was most likely approximate and meant "a day and a half". The events cover 3 days in the second half of January or the first half of February 2008 (here's why). All times are approximate, except for 7:00 and 11:00, which is clearly stated in the film.

Day 1 - Las Vegas:

5 pm (34 hours before the attack) - Apogee Award ceremony, Tony gambles at the casino.

8 pm (31 hours before the attack) - Christine Everhart catches Tony leaving the casino. They go to his house in Malibu together.

Why 5-8 pm: in the scene with Christine and Tony, we see that it is already dark outside. In February, sunset in Las Vegas occurs at 5:30 p.m., and it takes some time for the sky to turn black. Considering we had to get it done in about 36 hours, I gave Tony 3 hours in Las Vegas. I doubt he spent more time there: the ceremony wouldn't last long, and Tony didn't play in the casino for long after Rhodey came for him.

Day 2 - Malibu, Pepper's birthday:

1 am (26 hours before the attack) - Tony is back in Malibu. Sex with Christine.

Why 1 am: trip from Las Vegas to Malibu by car takes 4.5 hours.

6 am (21 hours before the attack) - scheduled departure from LA to Afghanistan. Tony is late.

7:00 am (20 hours before the attack) - Jarvis wakes up Christine. Tony is not in bed. Looks like he didn't sleep there at all.

7:00-7:30 am - Tony is working in the lab. Christine looks around the mansion. Pepper spends some time with her (about 30 min).

7:30 am (19.5 hours before the attack) - Pepper comes down to the lab and reminds Tony that he is 1.5 hours late for his scheduled flight.

9 am (18 hours before the attack) - 3 hours late, the private jet finally takes off for Afghanistan with Tony and Rhodey on board.

11 am (16 hours before the attack) - boys eat, talk and have fun on board, then Tony is taken to the bedroom on the plane (for sex and sleep). Rhodes is awake and drinking.

Day 3 - Afghanistan:

9 pm (LA)/9:30 am (Afghanistan) (6 hours before the attack) - Tony and Rhodey arrive at Bagram Air Base, Parwan Province, Afghanistan. They spend some time there watching The Air Force Drill Team while waiting for weapons to be loaded for presentation.

Why 9:30 am: a flight from Los Angeles to Afghanistan by private jet can take an average of 13 to 16 hours. Given that Tony was late, the pilot likely sped up and cut the time down to 12 hours to make it on time.

2 am (LA)/2:30 pm (Afghanistan) (1 hour before the attack) - the convoy reaches the proving ground in Kunar province. Presentation of Jericho. Stane can't sleep, waiting for a message from The Ten Rings.

Why 2:30 pm: the trip from Bagram to Kunar province takes at least 4-5 hours. With heavy cargo it should be even longer.

3 am (LA)/3:30 pm (Afghanistan) - the attack.

Mistakes made by Marvel:

Light clothing in Afghanistan in January/February. The daily mean there is 36-40°F during these months.

There is no such thing as 72° at 7am in Malibu in the winter. Perhaps that was the actual temperature on set instead. That it was colder outside is also indicated by Tony wearing a long-sleeve and a jacket on the way to the airport.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

MCU Timeline: The Infinity Saga