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i want to be here but i have no motivation for current threads/writing starters….. would anyone be willing to plot smth w me??

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terraluminosa:

“really?” the answer only surprises him somewhat. figure skating is a beautiful sport after all– the kind of sport that caught people’s attention just because it was so elegant and mesmerizing. even people who don’t know anything about the scores or the jumps can be easily lured into the world of figure skating.

phichit takes a couple of sips of water before continuing. “have you ever tried skating?”

❝ i... haven’t, not yet. i’ve never had anyone who can teach me. ❞

rien thought it would be pretty lame of him to show up by himself, and proceed to teach himself how to skate with a number of people around. lame and embarrassing. if rollerskating when he was in elementary school was any indicator, he wouldn’t be very good at this. ( though it was unfair to compare the four wheels of a rollerskate to the blade of an ice skate. )

❝ looking like a newborn deer on the ice by myself was a bit of a terrifying thought. ❞

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terraluminosa:

starter for @scftrain

as phichit skates to the barrier of the ice to take a break, he notices that the young man who he’d briefly spotted earlier is still standing there. phichit had thought he was here to skate, but it seemed like he had been here for a while now and had yet to step onto the ice. phichit can’t help but be curious– was he perhaps waiting for his turn? or maybe waiting for someone?

“there’s still more room on the ice for you.” phichit says once he’s close enough, smiling at the stranger as he grabs his water bottle.

rien had visited the ice rink on occasion, never to skate, but to enjoy the cold climate and watch the others do their thing. he wasn’t sure how to, although he couldn’t help but take a slight interest in ice skating. it was a pretty sport, a graceful one he never seemed to be able to tear his eyes from. the skaters were always so elegant.

when one of the skaters came over to him he blinked. ❝ oh, no, i um.. i don’t skate. i’m just here to watch. ❞

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i want to be here but i have no motivation for current threads/writing starters..... would anyone be willing to plot smth w me??

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i wanna write but i have no energy someone force me

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sorry i havent been on! works been sapping all my energy but ill be back around tomorrow!!

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sleep deprivation cost aoko some grace. they spilled soil onto their young worker's new sweater. o—oh no. brows tinge downward, "do you want to borrow one of my spare shirts from the back?" a pink one with a milk carton on it.

oh. well, that was a good way to start a day. rien looked down at himself, light blue sweater now covered with soil. he dusted off as much as he could, but it would still need to be washed.

❝ um-... i’ll take you up on that, thank you, aoko.❞

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“good morning” i say as i wake up at 3pm

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mxlignxnt:

      August laughed some, “Have I told you about my son Jayden? He’s six now. Quite the interesting little boy. He takes more after my late wife, but he’s still my son and I can see a bit of myself in him. Like my inability to lie, but also to be to tell when someone is lying. Also my inability to drop something if I think there really is another thing going on.” 

       He walked around his desk and pulled out a poetry book. It was torn and looked like it had been read a hundred times. There was writing everywhere within it and August handed it to Rien, “I can see you’re having a hard time. When I was your age I went through that too and I checked this book out and I’ve had it ever since. It’s become a safety blanket for me, but I feel like a kid like you will understand it.” 

        He was a bit worried about parting with a book he had kept for so many years that meant so much to him, but he knew being a teacher he had a big impact on students lives, and if he just let a student having a hard time go he’d feel terrible, “Just try reading it. I have a couple of books too I think you might like. And Rien if you need something you can come to talk to me. I’m not a therapist but I was a teenager at one point too.” With that, he walked over to his desk and grabbed a sticky note to write a short note for Rien for his next class in case he was late.

rien almost wished they weren’t having this conversation. it felt strange, weird to be cared for in such a way. mr. henrik seemed to care so genuinely if he was alright or not, and it made him jealous of his son. it was ridiculous to be jealous of a six year old, he immediately thought, though he always longed for a family like that. he wished his dad had stuck around, or that his mom would spare more than just a handful of words for him everyday before giving her full attention to her art. he felt disconnected from her.

rien stared down at the book in his hands as it was handed to him, feeling a lump in his throat start to form. he had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that mr. henrik was just... giving this to him, something so special and important to him, especially when he could get his own copy at the library. the fact that he wanted to give it to him in hopes it would make him feel better made it a little hard to breathe. everything about this made it hard to breathe.

pale fingers curled around the book tight, careful not to harm it, as his mind searched for any words he could say. he opened his mouth and closed it again, barely registering that he was writing a note for him. tears stung the corners of hie eyes and he tried to blink them away, sniffling a bit. he couldn’t cry, not here, not now. not in front of his teacher. the rain beat steadily on, almost pouring now.

❝ i... thank you, mr. henrik. i don’t... i don’t really know what to say, ❞ he mumbled as one hand went to rub at his eyes. god, that was embarrassing.  ❝ i’ll read it, promise. ❞

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mxlignxnt:

     August looked up at the boy from his desk, “Are you doing okay? You were really out of it and you’re usually my most engaged student and you just weren’t here today. I wanted to make sure you’re okay. If you have something going on you can talk to me.” He just wanted to make sure Rien was okay. He knew a lot of these kids were going through different problems than he was when he was in high school, but he still tried his best to give good advice. 

      “I just don’t want my best student falling behind because of stress or social things or things at home. So if I can do anything to help like extending some due dates as well I’m willing to do that.” He didn’t offer that to most students but he knew Rien always got his work done early so it wasn’t too big of a deal to him. 

❝ oh, ❞ was rien’s only response, unable to find any words. his own voice sounded foreign and strange to him, and for just a second, the rain picked up, beating against the window. he hated when it got like this, when he couldn’t control his emotions. he hated when he felt like a stranger to himself and everything around him. it made him want to scream ( though he never would. )

he hadn’t expected mr. henrik to actually notice how spacey he was today. he didn’t really expect to be paid that much attention to by anyone in the first place. he knew most of the kids in his class didn’t notice him, but he supposed that teachers had to know this sort of stuff. it felt.. weird to be asked if he was okay. not many people bothered.

❝ i-... i’m fine, ❞ rien lied, only feeling slightly bad about it. he was never the one to talk about feelings, and it felt.. weird to do so with his teacher. he just hoped it wasn’t so obvious that he was lying; though it probably was.  ❝ i just stayed up too late reading last night, is all. and i, um, i finished the analysis... the day after you assigned it, so.. i’m okay. ❞

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ajisaiko:

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“—don’t beat yourself up. i can barely handle customers like that,” glossed lips press against warm tea; taking in a fine sip. obnoxious couples came in by the dozen this time of year. each one thinking they’re more special or entitled than the last. the only thing worth it was the paycheck && another decent review. “it’ll get easier.”

❝ yeah, you’re right, ❞ rien sighed as he anxiously took a sip of his tea. it seemed to sooth his tense shoulders and made them slump just slightly. he was still new to this sort of thing, and any annoying customers were a bit hard to handle at the moment. ❝ thank you for the tea, by the way. it’s nice to have, after that. ❞

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🍙 + how about some strawberry cupcakes with a cream cheese frosting ??

baby needs snack // accepting

looks like his secret sweet tooth has been found! he’ll do just about anything for cake. he loves these very much.

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🍙+hamachi

baby needs snack // accepting

oh! he doesn’t often get the chance to eat that sort of thing very often. so, he’ll take that with a small ‘thank you.’

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Give my muse some food

Send “🍙+ a food item” to see how they’ll react to being given food!

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mxlignxnt:

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    “Okay, guys remember I want that character analysis with textual evidence on my desk tomorrow. You guys have had your books and this assignment for three weeks which means no excuses. You’re dismissed and I’ll see you all tomorrow morning.” August slowly sat down at his own desk and watched his class filing out the door. Still, when he saw Rien he could tell something was up. He tried to be there for all of his students when they needed, and Rien was looking a little worse for wear, “Hey Rien hang back for a second, would you?”

rien had been distracted the entire class period, staring out the window as the time crawled on. he didn’t need to pay attention, really, he already had finished the character analysis the moment it had been assigned, practically. he could afford to stare, distractedly, out the window at the rain that had been steadily falling since his first class. it was unlike him to just... not pay attention, but, he guessed, today it was.

he was startled by the sound of his teacher’s voice asking him to stay, not even noticing the bell that was supposed to dismiss them. he blinked, like he just realized he was actually in class for the first time since he walked in the door, and nodded just slightly.

❝ uh, sure, ❞ he mumbled as he stood, grabbing his messenger bag and heading to the front of the classroom. ❝ do you need me for something...? ❞

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philcphobiia:

          He never enjoyed lugging around his laptop unless it was to and from his loft and his brother’s house — or if he had a hotel to go to. Bringing it out in public wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but he needed to work on the photos he took in his recent shoot. Wedding’s always had to be absolutely PERFECT. Even the photos, if one thing was wrong, that was it. A soft sight escaped his lips and he pushed his glasses atop his head as he set cross-legged in the small wooden chair. As much as he’d love to be home, Emrys would be too excited for him to focus — and if he wanted to spend time with his son, he wanted his full-on attention towards the toddler. A quiet and tired groan emitted from his lips, ❝ Mmm … fuck. ❞

@scftrain // ❤’d.

rien had been browsing the shelves aimlessly as he usually did, looking for books to read. he decided he needed to borrow some new ones when his mom decided to be painfully awkward that morning at breakfast. she didn’t need to tell him that she would be in her studio all day, and that he should do something, he always figured she would be there at that point. it didn’t help that she attempted to suggest he hung out with friends, like he had any to begin with.

so, he went looking for books. those were his friends. god that sounded lame, even to him.

he was a bit shocked to find the other with his somewhat distracted wandering around. he blinked when he saw how tired he was. rien couldn’t help but drift over to the table he was sitting at.

❝ are... you okay? ❞

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i finally was able to watch love simon and im crying... this movie & book would be so important to rien, too.