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dubersbutt · 3 years

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I have a couple ideas for the poly fic

1. Telling them you love them like when you first told Leon or whatever?

2. Stealing their clothes?

3. Them taking care of a hurt you?

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Warnings: none - all fluff

1) Telling Leon you love him

One of the first things Leon learns in your relationship is that you have really bad periods. He feels his heart ache every time he sees you curled up in bed or on the couch. Especially when you manage to lift your head long enough to ask for water and he can see the trails of tears on your cheeks. He and Connor have done extensive research into alleviating period cramps, but nothing seems you help you.

They keep a heat pad plugged in behind the bed so you can roll over and grab it during the night, but in the day you usually prefer to have one of them lay on your stomach - kinda like a weighted blanket.

Leon's sitting with you in his lap on the couch, your legs are wrapped around his waist tightly. He can feel your breath against his neck as he runs his hand over your back.

"You okay?" he asks after you haven't moved a muscle in about 10 minutes.

"Sometimes I manage to orient myself and my uterus calms down," you say, voice soft, "I'm afraid if I move I'll anger her."

He kisses the top of your head, settling deeper into the couch as he realizes he'll be there for a while.

"I'm sorry," you say, "If you want me to get up I will."

"Don't apologize," he says, "I'll stay here as long as you need me."

He meant it. He'd be your cuddle post as long as you wanted him to be there. Plus, if you were sleeping on him then Connor would have to be the one who has to go grocery shopping in -30º.

"I love you," he almost doesn't hear it, how softly you whisper the words, "And I'm not just saying this because I'm emotional. I-i've been wanting to say it for a while."

Leon's not a super emotional person, but he legit feels like crying.

"I love you to," he responds, "And I'm not just saying that cause you look like you're on your deathbed."

You laugh, lightly swatting him on the shoulder.

"Can you tell Connor to pick up cookie dough on his way home."

~~~

Connor has much less finesse.

Leon's watching him dance behind the wheel to some godawful country song you don't let him play when you're in the car. They're high off a BOA win, but they're both positively exhausted.

"I love you," Leon says once the song ends.

He laughs when Connor's eyes go wide as he processes what was just said. His fingers tighten around the steering wheel as the panic takes over his face.

(If Leon hadn't known Connor so well he would've been scared he fucked everything up. You had even warned Leon in advance that Connor would probably be....extremely awkward at best. Connor had told you he loved you first, but not verbally. He bought a cake from the grocery store and a little tube of icing that he used to write 'I love you'. He didn't even tell you what he had done, just let you find the cake in the fridge after dinner.)

Connor clears his throat, "Cool."

"Cool?" Leon repeats, amused, "I just said I love you and that's all I get."

Connor coughs again, "Yup."

"Okay," Leon says, but rests his head against the car seat and closing his eyes.

A few moments later, Connor grabs Leon's hand and holds it on the gear shift.

"I-uh," Connor starts.

"You don't have to say it back," Leon says, rubbing his thumb over his hand, "I just want you to know."

"No-uh," he starts, "It's not that. It's-you know - I, uh. Feelings make me uncomfortable."

"Really?" Leon says sarcastically, "I never would have guessed."

The car ride is silent the rest of the way home, but not uncomfortable. Only Connor's atrocious country playlist keeping Leon from passing out.

When they finally pull into the garage, Connor shuts off the engine and closes the garage door before looking at Leon.

"I- uh, love you too," he stutters out, "I just- feelings make me feel icky."

2) Stealing clothes

"(Y/N)!," you hear Connor yell from the top of the stairs.

"Yes, Con," you yell back

"Where is my black OVO hoodie?"

"I don't know, babe," you respond, still yelling and knowing full well you're wearing the exact hoodie he's asking for.

"It's not in my closet but I did my laundry last night," his voice is quieter now as he turns the corner of the kitchen where you and Leon are eating sandwiches.

"You did your laundry?" Leon asks between mouthfuls.

"Leon did my laundry," Connor clarifies with a roll of his eyes, "Thank you, Leo, I love you, Leo. You're the best boyfriend in the world, Leo."

"I know I am."

"Then why are you asking me?" you say, waiting to see if he'll notice what you're wearing. Connor was oblivious to both the massive hoodie that drapes your frame, and also Leon's smirk as he realizes what you're doing.

"You take my stuff all the time," he says, stealing a bite of Leon's sandwich.

"Not this time, Con," you reply, trying not to laugh.

"It was there last night, and poof it's gone," Connor's face wrinkles in thought, "I don't think I wore it last night."

"I'm fairly certain you were naked most of last night," Leon pipes up.

Connor turns a deep shade of red, "Shut up."

"Aw," you say, stretching on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, "I love that you get embarrassed talking about sex with the two people you have sex with."

"You're not funny," he says, trying to steal another bite of Leon's sandwich.

"Get your own," Leon exclaims, pulling away.

"I'm not that hun-" he stops short, narrowing his eyes at you.

"You turd!" he says pointing at his hoodie, "You're wearing my hoodie."

"Turd?" you exclaim, unable to control your laughter, "What are you 13?"

"You stole my hoodie and then didn't tell me you we wearing it," he says, exasperated, "That is prime turd behaviour."

"I want it back."

"Yeah," you ask, arching an eyebrow, "Come take it from me."

3) You being hurt

"I can't believe you broke your ankle tripping over Bowie," Leon says, shaking his head as he fluffs the pillow that's elevating your leg.

"First of all, it's a fracture," you say, "Second of all, your dog has no manners. He walked in front of me when I was bringing in the big delivery box -which you ordered ,we don't need patio furniture, it's winter Leon - and I didn't want to step on him."

"Don't blame my son," Leon says, indignant, "And the furniture was on sale."

"You make 8 million dollars!" you exclaim, "You can pay full price for some chairs."

~~~

"Connor," you call, using your pleasing voice, "Can you pretty please make me an iced coffee."

"Sure," he says, getting up from his spot beside you.

"Connor, no," Leon says, "She needs to start moving around, doctor said."

You pout at Connor, "But it always tastes so much better when you make it."

You're not even lying, for whatever reason Connor's always tasted so good even though he didn't do anything differently.

"Connor," Leon says, voice commanding, "you're coddling her."

"It's an iced coffee, that's hardly enough exercise to strengthen her ankle," Connor replies, pulling out your favourite Starbucks cup from the cupboard.

5 minutes later you wink at Leon as you take a sip of your perfect iced coffee.

~~~

"You have the audacity to say I'm coddling her," Connor exclaims in disbelief, "I made her an iced coffee. Look at you!"

So you had asked Leon to carry you from your office to the bedroom, but you probably would've done it even if you weren't injured.

"We have a lot of stairs. She said her foot was hurting," Leon shrugs, continuing his trek to the room, puppies trailing along behind him.

"Don't be jealous, Con," you call from over the railing, "Leo will carry you up the stairs too, if you ask nicely enough."

Connor just shakes his head, following you up the stairs. Leon lets you down on the soft carpet of your room and you hobble your way to the closet, ready to change into pyjamas. When you return to the master, Connor and Leon are already snuggled in the bed. You make your way to the bed as fast as you can.

"You little liar!" Leon exclaims, "You told me your foot hurt too much to walk up the stairs."

You shrug, taking your spot in the middle of the bed, "I stretched the truth so my strong, hot boyfriend would carry me. Sue me."

#poly fic #Connor mcdavid #leon draisaitl #ran writes #nhl smut

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link4eva · 3 years

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Kiro’s S2 Company Project- Campus Youth Translation [CN]

Hi, everyone! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading. I don’t actually know Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from @keliosyfan. Thank you! 💛

This translation contains spoilers for Season 2 content which hasn’t been released to the ENG server yet. If you wish to not be spoiled, please don’t look below the cut.

Enjoy!~

*Spoilers below for future content!*

[Stage 1]

I’ve already graduated, but it feels good to be back at school.

At this moment, the conference room is full of people.

The woman sitting across from me was drinking water and putting down the thermos in her hand.

This very accomplished woman in front of me is a very reputable director and has a great reputation in many film festivals.

Not long ago we reached an agreement with this director--

A few months later, Kiro will be participating in a movie production involving friendship amongst youths on campus.

The director looked at Kiro next to me and said,

Director: As far as I know, Kiro has no experience of going to high school in China.

Director: Considering that every detail in our youth drama must be accurately portrayed….

Director: I propose that he go to the high school campus for a week to learn about high school life in China.

Director: At the end of that week, let’s discuss the experience of it.

After listening to the director’s suggestion, I fell into deep thought, and my fingers tapped on the table.

MC: If a star were to go to the campus to experience high school life for a week, will it cause “trouble” for the school and students?

Director: I have a friend in a private high school so we can call ahead and see.

Director: And this school holds great importance to the arts. I believe everyone will look forward to Kiro’s arrival. Of course, we will tell the students the exciting news in advance.

Director: With the students’ academic schedules in mind, I can only arrange a week.

MC: Sounds like a good idea.

I nodded slightly and looked at Kiro.

He put his chin in one hand and gave a silly smile.

Kiro: My thoughts are exactly the same as those of the director.

MC: Director, please arrange it.

MC: If you still need our cooperation, please feel free to let us know.

As soon as my voice fell, Kiro’s rang through.

Kiro: Director, I have a little suggestion~

Kiro: I hope that someone can be with me in addition to making it easy to shoot daily tidbits. And, in case any problems arise, they can also be handled promptly and properly.

After listening to these words, the director and I nodded in agreement.

Director: Okay, so do you recommend anyone?

Kiro gave a slight smile, and then those azure blue eyes fell on me.

Kiro: I think the most suitable candidate is….my boss!

After the director listened, she looked at me with a little astonishment.

My eyes widened slightly, and I couldn’t speak due to the surprise.

Kiro: Believe me, she is the best candidate.

Kiro: She is an excellent producer and is also very familiar with the shooting process.

Kiro: More importantly, she can handle various emergencies with her ability.

Kiro: With her, I feel at ease.

He stretched out his palm to calculate the “pros” of me a little bit. Seeing everyone’s eyes cast on me, I lowered my eyes to weigh the “pros and cons” of this plan.

Suddenly, Kiro bent over and came into my peripheral vision.

The golden hair that was swept down from his forehead swayed playfully, gradually occupying my gaze.

I raised my eyes to meet those bright eyes and heard him speak in a voice that only I could hear.

Kiro: MC, will you be my classmate?

(Cut to campus)

The moment Kiro and I walked into the school’s office early on Monday morning, the world suddenly became quiet.

I couldn’t help rubbing my ears; it felt as though the screams of the students were still echoing in my ears.

Unexpectedly, even though the exciting news was given in advance, the enthusiasm of the students was still overwhelming. *Changed some wording*

But looking at the familiar and unfamiliar surroundings, I couldn’t help sighing in my heart--

In the end, I still agreed to their suggestion “confusedly”...

Teacher: The formalities have been completed, so come with me.

A simple and powerful voice immediately pulled me back from my thoughts.

While I was following the teacher, the security guard turned towards Kiro beside me.

He was wearing a clean white shirt and pants for his school uniform. Even his golden bangs were slicked back. *Changed some wording*

The sun fell on his hair, spots of light scattered over it.

Seeing that I was about to arrive at the classroom, I had to withdraw my eyes somewhat reluctantly.

(Cut to the classroom)

The moment we walked into the classroom, all the students turned their eyes towards Kiro. As if they couldn’t contain their excitement, they whispered amongst each other.

Student A: Ah, it’s really Kiro!

Student B: We’re so lucky that he came to our class!

Teacher: Students, be quiet!

The teacher knocked hard on the table, but the students still couldn’t hold back their excited chatter.

Teacher: No matter how excited you are, you have to listen to the introduction of your new classmates.

The teacher seemed to understand the mindset of the students very well, and as soon as the voice fell in the classroom, it was silent.

Teacher: Classmates, please introduce yourselves.

Kiro took the lead in taking a step forward, showing a bright smile.

Kiro: Hello, everyone. I am Kiro.

Kiro: Because of work, I now want to spend a week as a student here with everyone.

Kiro: So, please forget my previous “identity”. I am just your classmate now.

Kiro: I hope I can spend a very happy week with you. Please give me your guidance.

Kiro seemed to have made an agreement and lowered his eyes.

I don’t know if it was because Kiro’s voice was magical; the students nodded obediently and slowly calmed down.

But soon their curious eyes fell on me. I gave a smile and said,

MC: Hello, everyone. I’m MC. Please give me your guidance for this coming week~

After the ceremonial applause was over, Kiro and I sat in the last row of empty seats.

As soon as I sat down, a few crisp claps came from the direction of the podium.

Teacher: Students, the annual art festival will soon start.

Teacher: We will also give a performance and decorate the campus in accordance with tradition.

Teacher: I heard that Kiro loves music very much. He will be responsible for this year’s art festival. Do you have any objections?

Students: No!

Students: With him, our festival must be the most brilliant!

Everyone turned around unanimously and looked at Kiro expectantly.

The sunlight reflected on Kiro’s brand-new white shirt, and the reflection off of it seemed to light up the entire classroom.

He straightened up, and the corner of his mouth raised up into a sincere smile.

Kiro: Okay. Everyone, leave it to me!

[Stage 2]

Internet age. Be comfortable with various situations. *It came out like this so I’m hoping this makes sense lol*

Kiro has been very busy these days. He has to arrange the art festival and attend classes on top of that.

Looking at Kiro, who was lying on the table during the break, I gently took out the disposable camera from my bag and pointed it at him.

In the picture, he is lying on his arm lazily, with long eyelashes, and his face squished.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled and he opened his blue eyes.

Kiro: Miss Chips, has class started yet?

There was a trace of longing for sleep in his voice, which made me laugh.

MC: Not yet, you….

Ring--

Halfway through our conversation, the school bell rang in the classroom.

Unexpectedly, he swept away his tiredness and immediately sat up straight in excitement.

Kiro: After this class is a music class. This is the first time I have a music class in a private high school!

He is like a child who is about to get a toy, his eyes full of unconcealed anticipation.

There were neat footsteps in the corridor, and the teacher soon walked in.

Teacher: There is still a lot to do for this semester. We will have two consecutive classes today and cancel the next music class.

As soon as the voice fell, voices of complaint were heard all over the classroom.

I looked to Kiro but found that he was a little bit frustrated and turned his head.

Immediately afterwards, his elbow crossed the middle line and was propped up on my table. He lowered his voice.

Kiro: MC, the music class will be cancelled. Is this reasonable?

I nodded to the person who reached over and cast a regretful look at him.

Kiro: Is there no other way? How did you solve it before?

Suddenly, a white piece of chalk hit his head, leaving a small mark.

Teacher: Class time! Go out and talk.

Kiro rubbed his head aggrievedly and put his hands on his desk obediently.

Teacher: The book, do you want me to get it out for you?

Kiro immediately lowered his head and fumbled in the drawer for a long time and then cast a look at me asking for help.

He just moved his lips, and then followed the teacher with some fear. He picked up the pen and quickly wrote something on the notebook.

After a little bit, a small piece of paper was gently pushed in front of me--

“Miss Chips, what kind of class is this? OvO”

I held the note silently, pretending to be note-taking, and wrote a word in big letters on the note--

“Language.”

[Stage 3]

Helping Kiro organize the school’s art festival can be thought of as filling in something that was not possible before.

The bell finally rang and I turned my head to find that Kiro’s figure had disappeared at the door of the classroom.

Maybe he went to the bathroom….

I didn’t worry too much about it and lay on the table lazily.

MC: Did class time ever pass by this slowly before?

I closed my eyes with ease. I don’t know how long I was out until there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door.

Kiro: We’re going to music class!

I opened my eyes in surprise, only to find that the students had surrounded Kiro.

Student A: Wow, awesome! She’s normally what we would consider “unreasonable”. *Changed some wording*

Student B: How did you do it? Quickly teach us!

With every word, the students said, Kiro held his chin pretentiously.

Kiro: Actually, it’s very simple. I just used my role as the person in charge of the festival and confidently asked for music class back!

Kiro: Learning is important, but it also requires a combination of work and rest!

Soon, the class bell rang again, and the students waved their arms excitedly.

Teacher: Walk nicely and go to music class--

The sound of youthful and restless footsteps disappeared one after another from the classroom, leaving only me and Kiro.

He walked up to me in the sunlight and patted my shoulder lightly.

Kiro: Let’s go, it’s time to go to class.

He smiled so brightly, the previous bright smile from before remained on his face.

I looked at Kiro who was so dazzling, and I couldn’t open my eyes for a little bit.

I couldn’t help but look at my school uniform, and suddenly laughed.

Kiro: Miss Classmate, what’s up?

I shook my head without speaking, got up and walked to his side.

MC: Classmate Kiro, let’s go~

I walked briskly out of the classroom, and Kiro followed me closely.

The sunlight pierced through the gaps of the leaves and fell on the corridor, printing a bit of staggered light and shadow.

With the position of the light, his mouth seemed to rise to the same arc as mine.

I can’t help wondering if Kiro and I are both happy about the same thing in our hearts--

I’m glad that I can be a classmate in this time and space with you.

[Stage 4]

Every story will have an ending, just as the cold winter must usher in the spring.

Since I started preparing for the festival’s activities, everyone will seemingly purposely stay after class to help out every day.

I walked around the corner with the camera, recording Kiro’s every move.

Although he was wearing a school uniform and seemed no different from this group of high school students, he still had an aura of maturity.

Kiro looked around and said,

Kiro: Some classmates told me in private that they didn’t like to perform on stage very much.

Kiro: So, those who don’t want to perform on stage, please raise your hands!

When his voice fell, the students laughed at each other and did nothing else for a while.

Kiro seemed to be aware of some of the students’ worries and timidity. So, he let out a long sigh and spoke softly.

Kiro: Although the art festival is a collaborative event, it doesn’t necessarily require everyone to perform on stage.

Kiro: Because I always think that it is embarrassing to “force” myself to do things I don’t want to do.

In the camera, although the corners of his mouth were raised in a smile, his eyes flashed with dim light.

Kiro: Don’t forget that we also have the task of decorating the campus. It is also one of the collaborative activities, isn’t it?

Kiro: So raise your hand loud and proud!

After some silence, a trembling hand finally was raised into the air. Immediately afterward, about seven or eight hands were raised one after another.

The remaining classmates who did not raise their hands seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and smiled brightly when they looked at the raised hands.

Student A: The task of decorating the campus is up to you.

Student B: Well, if you don’t have enough manpower, we will help!

Seeing them in a passionate discussion, the corners of my mouth rose unconsciously.

Suddenly, a familiar golden figure drew me into the crowd.

Kiro: Classmate, I need your help.

He leaned into my ear and whispered something.

I couldn’t help looking at him in surprise, my mouth moved slightly.

MC: How to help?

He smiled and turned his head, the setting sun outside the window happened to fall into his deep ocean eyes, reflecting the charming colours.

Kiro: Of course to help!

After sorting out the desires of all the students, Kiro and I divided them into two teams.

One is in charge of the show and the other is in charge of decorating the campus. In order to improve efficiency, I took the initiative to propose a team responsible for decoration.

MC: First of all, we must make a list of props and strictly manage our budget according to a certain proportion of class fees.

To help everyone understand more clearly, I drew a simple budget sheet on the blackboard.

It wasn’t until I put down the chalk and turned to face everyone, that I found everyone was casting admiring glances.

Students: That’s so amazing….You made it look so easy!! *Changed some wording*

I smiled embarrassedly, but Kiro beside me patted my shoulder with some pride.

Kiro: She is an excellent producer.

Kiro: So don’t worry, leave it to us.

Kiro: Although there’s no guarantee that our class’ performance will be the best.

Kiro: It will definitely make everyone the happiest!

[Stage 5]

Operation school is a go. *Changed some wording.*

There are new messages.

*I had trouble with this part so hopefully it makes sense when you read it. I’ll put the screenshots in below so you can see those too.*

Miss Producer,

There’s some good news for you, the show has been arranged! I compiled a lot of tips from countless stages experiences. I believe that the effect will reach the audience by then!

When the art festival begins, that’s when we’ll “graduate”, right? I don’t have any regrets. I feel that high school life in China is like this; it’s better than I thought and even happier! I wonder if you have the same thought?

Reply:

0(n_n)0~

[Stage 6]

Good actors will blend right into the play. *Changed some wording.*

The school bell rang, and I looked at the books on the desk and stuffed them into my bag with some reluctance.

The day after tomorrow, the high school life experience with Kiro and I will end.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked to the side and found that Kiro seemed to show the same expression as me.

He smoothed some of the curled corners of the book, and his curled eyelashes were downcast.

Kiro: Class is over. Let’s go.

I nodded, picked up my bag and walked out with him.

(Cut to outside)

As soon as we walked to the gate of the school, we saw students from a distance stopping us.

Students: Although there is still some time before the art festival, you will be leaving soon.

Students: So we specifically asked the teacher for the chance to rehearse in advance and wanted to invite you to join us!

I couldn’t help but freeze just as I was about to say something.

Kiro raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, then smiled handsomely.

Kiro: Where is the rehearsal hall? Let’s hurry up!

(Cut to rehearsal hall)

Kiro was standing in the center of the stage wearing a white school uniform, and my thoughts were suddenly taken back to California.

Although I wasn’t there to see him attending school in California, the figure in front of me depicts my imagination of his past.

He must not have been too different back then from how he is now. He was so dazzling that people couldn’t look away.

Kiro: MC!

A voice from a distance drew me back to reality.

Kiro: Come on up!

I walked onto the stage with some hesitancy, but he grabbed my arm tightly.

Kiro: Today is our first and last rehearsal. Don’t be lazy.

MC: Wait, I don’t have a place in the performance….

Before I finished speaking, I was pulled up onto the stage.

Kiro: Haha, I actually don’t have a place either.

Kiro: But it doesn’t matter, let’s just be two cute little actors.

Kiro swayed lightly to the rhythm of the music, and the lights of the stage made him brighter than ever.

Suddenly, the stage light changed colours randomly, as if something unexpected happened.

The students stopped and looked around for the theatre staff. But it seemed that it was because it was lunchtime, there was no one in the booth.

Seeing everyone looking anxious, I hurriedly said,

MC: Someone take me to the booth, let me try to solve it.

One of the students stood up, and I followed her to the booth.

I walked to the booth and looked. The functions on it were similar to what I was used to at the TV station.

I let out a sigh of relief and after a few skilled operations, the stage lights returned to normal.

MC: Classmates, you should go back to the stage first. I will help you with the stage for the time being until the stage staff return.

After speaking, I pressed the PA button.

MC: Let’s rehearse again. I can clearly see whether the formation is neat or not.

MC: If you have any questions, I will give you feedback.

MC: 3, 2, 1, Start.

As soon as my voice fell, I immediately pressed the music play button.

Suddenly, a similar touch of gold in the distance bounced into my sight.

But my position was too far away from the stage, and I couldn’t see Kiro’s expression clearly.

He raised a hand high and seemed to make a gesture.

I couldn’t help squinting my eyes, trying to see his gesture clearly--

A thumb was raised high and shook excitedly at me.

[Stage 7]

High school life ended in the blink of an eye. Kiro and I went to the conference room as scheduled and handed in the “answer sheet”.

Director: Kiro, how was your experience this week? Do you think it will be helpful for the shooting?

Kiro lowered his eyes as if he was thinking, but the corners of his mouth had already “betrayed” him….

Kiro: Actually, high school life in China is not very different from that in foreign countries, but I am very happy.

Kiro: Because I have new wonderful memories of high school.

Kiro stopped suddenly and raised his eyes to look at me.

Kiro: The teachers in China are excellent, and sneaking snacks requires super skill to succeed.

Kiro: And if you whisper in class, you will be hit with chalk.

Kiro: But MC taught me to use a small note to communicate so you’re less likely to get caught.

Seeing Kiro’s “blabbermouth”, I quickly gave him a look.

He seemed to have received my signal and snickered uncontrollably.

Kiro: Ahem, but what I am happiest about is that I feel the beauty of youth again.

Kiro: The beauty of being a student feels purer now as an adult.

Kiro: In fact, this purity has always been there, but it was in slumber.

Kiro: Therefore, we must work hard to wake it up and let it revisit the world.

Kiro’s eyes creased in a smile as if to express his satisfaction of this time.

Memories are always full of filters, painting the time called “youth” with soft and bright colours.

It is flawless and pure, representing all the cleanliness and beauty. It is far away and unreachable as if some beauty can only stay for that period of time.

But people have forgotten that we should have this purity, even more, when we grow up.

When facing this complicated world, we shouldn’t take it for granted.

Looking at his smile, the figure in the white school uniform came to mind again.

It is like the brilliant sun shining everywhere in my heart, making people nostalgic and looking forward to the future.

I can’t help but believe this dazzling figure will meet me in various forms in the future.

The meeting ended in joy, and only me and Kiro were left in the room.

MC: Kiro, let’s wait a bit before leaving.

I took out the USB drive in my pocket and inserted it into the computer, and then turned on the projector.

MC: I have a small gift I want to give you.

After that, a video popped up on the projector background, which was a recording of Kiro’s high school life this week--

There’s footage of him running in the courtyard in his school uniform, and footage of him dozing off with his head on his arm.

And the look of my school bag on his shoulders.

Even the footage of him “copying his homework” was left guilty as evidence by me.

Kiro: Miss Chips….

He watched the video with a look of surprise and murmured to me.

MC: Although it was only a short experience, this is the first time you and I have been classmates.

MC: So I want to keep this memory forever and ever.

Until the video was finished, I looked at the picture in the last frame with nostalgia--

Me in school uniform, and him in school uniform.

We faced the camera and raised our brightest smiles.

This gift isn’t to make up the regret of youth but rather to record the me I was then and the me I am now.

Although we have grown up, we can still depict the youthfulness of Kiro and me at this moment.

Suddenly, Kiro walked right in front of me.

Kiro: Thank you, I really like this gift.

Kiro: But I didn’t expect Miss Chips’ gift to down without my knowledge.

With that said, he took out two small student name tags one by one from his pocket--

The names of Kiro and me are engraved on them.

At that time, due to the rush and short-term “entry”, the school did not prepare a name tag for us.

But at this moment, the name tag in Kiro’s hand seemed to reflect the light of the projector, reflecting a beautiful brilliance.

Kiro: MC, although the time was short, we really did become classmates.

Kiro: And you see, this is proof.

[End]

We went to the high school campus to experience high school life once more. The purpose of this experience was to add more vivid details to the youth drama that was to be filmed. But this wonderful time and the infinite expectations for the future at this moment will be deeply imprinted in my mind.

#mlqc spoilers #mr love queen's choice #mr love #mlqc #mr love game #mr love dream date #mr love kiro #mlqc kiro #mldd kiro #周棋洛 #s2 translation #AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH #ILYSM KIRO #THIS WAS SO CUTE #I wiah that they could've been together in high school #ma heart

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𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴: 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝚂, 𝙲𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚂, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚂.

QUEENS COURT is now LIVE! Powered by Power 106 FM in partnership with TS MADISON and KHIA. The podcast will go live at 9 PM (yes we late) every SUNDAY. Starting off with a recap of the week, KHIA will share her opinions on the biggest news stories and rumors of the past seven days. The court will then be accepting callers (anons) to send in their own thoughts about the past week. To close the show, KHIA and TS will issue out presents to the celebrities discussed in the recap. Click below to stream the full episode!

TS MADISON: We are live baby! Welcome viewers and callers to Queens Court starring myself and the legendary Ms.Khia Thug Misses! We are going to get right into the gig tonight and waste no time. Now remember that everything said is alleged unless we say otherwise. We don’t need any of these rich folk trynna get us shut down or give us gag orders. Starting off this episode we are going to be having a segment of DIVORCE COURT. Now Miss.Khia how do we feel about some alleged trouble in paradise for the West family?

KHIA: Yes, allegedly Meat Lofi and Yeezus the Goddess marriage is on the rocks due to Meatys lack of housewife abilities. Allegedly Mr. Yeezus is sick and tired of his wife not being able to be his rock when he needs her to be. The people are saying Yeezus asks his wife multiple times during the day for his meds and a crustless ham and cheese and she reportedly can’t even handle that task. Allegedly he also is criticizing her ability as a mother. Reports are saying that the two’s eldest child has been playing tee-ball for about three months now, and Meaty hasn’t showed up to one game. As a mother and wife, your job is to be there for your kids. Bitch, your baby is out there playing her heart out in the dirt the least you could do is push that van to the park and give some orange peels out to the kids. Meat Lofi, I don’t really know what else to say about these allegations. I hope that they aren’t true and you’re actually out there with the other moms on game day. What else could you possibly be doing? I’m on team Yeezus with this situation, a real woman takes care of her tribe! I’m gon’ sentence this dizzy ass bitch to a year of Home Economics classes. Hopefully carrying around them plastic babies will help you take of your own! NEXT CASE!!!

TS: Wow, okay. Moving on to CIVIL COURT we have reports of rapper Saint being involved in an altercation with the members of DVSN, who as you all should know are signed to his management label. We were actually able to get some insiders tea on what that was about. Now Miss. Khia how do we feel about what took place earlier this week between the OVO family?

KHIA: Yes, apparently the stars were out for somebody’s event last week and Saint was one the bigger names mentioned, but for a completely different reason. Now, allegedly Paint

TS: Wait Miss.Khia, who’s Paint?

KHIA: Oh, that’s what the ‘girls’ call him ‘round there on the Ave. ‘Paint Leave-A-Nigga-Shitty Arazi’ has not been paying his artist at all! Allegedly he’s been in debt for a while now due to him receiving costly services from the girls with ‘no no spots’ down there at the piers. Now the people are saying he’s been taking care of a woman by name of Dashiki but we gon get into that tea on a later date. But apparently this is the reason why his artist aren’t getting paid. This led to an altercation at the event last week where Paint got jumped by the struggling artists. I’m 100% sure this isn’t the first time Paint has been chucked around like this. Allegedly he’s been the host of annual “Arazi Bukkake” parties every first Sunday of Pride Month, so I’m sure this was familiar territory for him at first. But when them niggas started really lettin’ lose on him it became a bit too much. I’m gonna sentence Paint to three years of self defense classes and two years of personal finance classes. NEXT CASEEEE!!!

TS:

KHIA: Speaking of personal finances and leaving niggas shitty, next on the docket is Miss. Xymira Futon in BANKRUPTCY COURT. Now I’m not really gon’ spend much time on this one because I don’t believe this is her fault entirely. We the people allege that Ms. Futon has been getting played her entire career by our previous defendant Mr. Yahweh “Crazy Steve” West. It’s being alleged that Crazy Steve hasn’t been paying Cosmo and this resulted in the parking boot being clamped on her beat up ass G-Wagon. I’m Team Cosmo on this one how you feel about this shit sis?

TS: Girl, I-.

KHIA: You don’t wanna talk about this? Well I’ma leave it alone but like I been telling y’all hoes: Don’t trust no nigga, don’t trust no Christian, don’t trust no sissy?! Don’t trust Crazy Steve either. I’m sentencing Ms.Futon to remedial reading classes. Bitch ain’t no way in hell you read yo contract the way Crazy Steve swallowing up all yo’ coins. Go learn how to read and find a way to get out the asylum bitch. NEXT CASEEE!!!

TS: Okay, well. We are moving on to the COURT OF APPEALS. Now Miss. Thugga has been spotted around the beautiful city of Los Angeles for the first time in months since Señora Sabrina went on that lady’s show and told everyone that he was violent towards her. Now, Sabrina did have a lot of women and movements behind her that shamed the man but Miss. Thugga also has his believers who don’t believe the entire truth was told in the interview. Miss.Khia do we think the people should appeal Miss. Thugga’s sentence of cancellation?

KHIA: Yes, well just to recap apparently Sabrina is alleging that Thugga had been abusing her while and when they were together. She didn’t speak up about it while it was going on and we the people wanna know why? Why now out of all times would you tell us ‘bout how this man been knockin’ you in yo shit for the better half of y’alls relationship? I don’t know bout this one y’all, I’m team Thugga on this. I think Sabrina’s ultimate plan was to trap him with a baby but since she’s not able to really produce children like that, ALLEGEDLY, the plans fell through. Also the people have been saying that Thugga had already moved on to another women around the time she went to cryin’ on that old lady show. Now it all makes sense. Bitch you mean to tell me that this man been kickin’ off in yo ass for that long and you ain’t hit a Tina Turner and dart yo skinny ass across the street where grass is a lil bit greener? I just don’t believe this at all! Now that another bitch gathering up all of Thugga’s coins you wanna go to hollering bout how he been kickin’ off in yo ass? Well I’ll tell you this, for that amount of money a month bitch you should’ve continued to get knocked upside yo muthafuckin’ head! The court will appeal Thugga’s sentence and also sentence this lying ass bitch to a lie detector test so we can really see what’s going on here. Next case, I’m tired of talkin ‘bout this bitch.

TS: Oh Lord in Heaven, now we gon’ do our last segment before we start taking some callers. JUVENILE COURT also known as YOUNG DUMB AND FULL OF CUM! is now in session. Now allegedly some people spotted Miss. Chloe Love getting frisky with some D-Listers at an event earlier this week. Miss.Khia how do we feel about this?

KHIA: Well apparently Chloe “Slim Thug” Jones was seen at the drive-in party with one leg on the dashboard and the other hooked in the door handle, chile. Witnesses are alleging that Ms. Jones was sitting on the center console with her legs open wide as all outside while two other men were playing tether ball with her bean. We the people are alleging that these two men were rappers Blueface Bleedem and PontiacMadeDDG. I really don’t have a whole lot to say about this freaky ass lil bitch. I just want to ask, bitch how dumb could you possibly be to let these two melon munchers spread you open like that in the middle of a parking lot? The girls of the girls were supposedly out there trying to watch Precious in peace, but yo trifling ass wouldn’t allow them to do that? I’m sentencing yo pussy to the gas chambers bitch. CASE CLOSED!

TS: Okay that is all the time we have for cases today. The lines are open for callers if the people want to chime in and tell us how they feel about this past week. We’ll be spending the next hour talking to the callers before we get into the gift giving segment of the show.

#[ * 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻. ft. episodes. ]

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For Aron: 🚔 - Have they ever broken the law?, 🕕 - The longest they’ve ever been awake, 🔎 - Random detail about them, 🔋 - What makes them feel better after a long day?

oooooooo yes thank you forever ovo

🚔 - I meeeeean *technically* yeah since she's in a resistance army fighting against the current ruler of the world, but! as for following the rules of the faction that she's in, she likes to stay on authority's good side and sticks p well to the rules. (or. at least. the sort of assumed rules we were given bc if it turns out 'don't go out by yourself' was one of those rules of the resistance then ahahahahahah oops)

🕕 - hmmmmmmmmmmm i know there was a stint for a while in the first few rps where she had An Encounter that really freaked her out and she found it difficult to sleep, but i don't know that i've ever put to paper how long she was able to stay up in one go. tho she's energetic enough, i can see her having pulled all-nighters just getting caught up in making things back in her village, though... maybe not able to stay up all day after. hm. let's say... 28 hours. endurance is not her specialty lsdkhg

🔎 - Aron tried growing her hair out once! Once. She was around 10-11, and got it down to almost her waist actually :0 but, as she likes to tinker around with things and get her hands into mechanics, and... also mess with flammable and explosive things... she realized Very Quickly that long hair was a bad idea by way of it getting caught in a big, heavy piece of machinery Tony had lying around that she poked her nose into. It effectively trapped her there for the better part of an hour because she was too scared to try pulling on it, and it was too heavy for her to move by herself. Now that she does know better, she still prefers very short hair, because it's much easier to deal with anyways.

🔋 - once upon a time, it was recording stories for a certain friend of hers, but... after certain events, now it's combing over the blueprints for Kale's mechanics and trying to learn as much as she can from them, even trying to build some parts of them on her own.

send me an oc and some emojis! :D

#thanku v v much u are my favorite #haven't done oc asks in so long this was so nice =7=#ask answered #aron #joshay98

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goldenhemmings · 5 years

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For The Win | Basketball!Shawn

Me? Posting two pieces in one night?? Shawnblr’s resident sports whore is back with 1.6k words of shitty impulse writing because she loses her fucking mind when Shawn does anything remotely close to sporty. Enjoy.

Raptors have the firepower to reach NBA Finals. Raptors build momentum one defining moment at a time. Raptors become Eastern Conference Champions, will play in first-ever NBA Finals. And, most recently, Warriors defeat Raptors in Game 5 of the NBA Finals. They were all articles she was proud of publishing, but none of them carried the headline Y/N so desperately wished to write: Toronto Raptors become NBA champions.

She was fresh out of college and just finishing her second year as a sports reporter for the Toronto Star, exclusively covering the Raptors. Going to basketball games and interviewing some of the greatest players in the NBA was a part of her official job description; every aspiring sports journalist’s dream. Additionally, she felt luckier than could be explained for the opportunity to cover a championship roster, especially one that was up 3-2 on Golden State, of all teams. It was a feat not many people had expected the Raptors to be able to accomplish, and Y/N was right there alongside it all, reporting on arguably the biggest Cinderella story of the 2018-19 season.

Today was her last chance to get commentary from the players before Game 6, as they traveled to Oakland first thing the next morning. Her editor expected an article to be on his desk by eight p.m. that night to be blasted to the entire city of Toronto the next morning, and time was of the essence.

Y/N rounded the corner towards the front entrance of the OVO Athletic Centre, the Raptors’ primary training facility. She flashed her press badge to the security guard standing outside the doors of the building; team protocol anytime there were members of the squad using the gym. The guard, whom she recognized from her many ventures to this particular practice facility, gave a curt nod before scanning the doors open for her.

She stepped inside, the cool air conditioning of the building overwhelming her and causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She locked eyes with the receptionist, Jim, who sat in his usual spot at the front desk just on the other side of the doors. Dutifully wearing a red We The North t-shirt, he smiled at her and brushed a hand back over his graying hair as he stood to greet her.

“How’re you doing today, Miss Y/L/N?”

“I’m covering a first-time Eastern Conference champion,” she grinned, not missing a beat, and Jim let out a hearty laugh. “So I’d say I’m doing pretty well.”

“I’d say so, too,” he answered. “Who’re you here for today?”

She smiled. She never knew the players’ individual schedules; all she could do was hope that she could catch them at the right moment. Jim, however, had always been on her side, doing all he could to help her track down the athletes she needed when she needed them. “Ideally Leonard. I’m looking to get a statement for the feature I’m writing.”

“Believe he’s still in the main gym practicing. You might need to wait until he’s done.”

She checked the delicate rose-gold watch that adorned her wrist. “I’ve got time,” she replied, already fishing inside her purse for the tape recorder she’d brought to document the interview. “Just glad he’s actually here. Thanks, Jim.”

She stepped past the desk and followed the path to Gymnasium One; a trail that she knew like the back of her hand. She could hear the echo of a basketball bouncing on the lacquered wooden court before she could see the entrance to the gym, which she took as a good sign; at least someone was in there.

She stepped through the entryway and was met with an empty gymnasium save for the tall, familiar man shooting layups on the far-left hoop, his curly brown hair pushed off of his face with a thin black headband. She took note of the Mendes 98 stitched onto the back of his black practice jersey; he wasn’t who she was looking for, but hopefully he could get her one step closer to finding the player she needed. As soon as he spotted Y/N he began making his way over to her, the basketball now tucked between his arm and the side of his torso.

“Here to interview me?” he asked, flashing his trademark, brilliant smile. His deep voice had a slight echo in the nearly-vacant gymnasium. Shawn Mendes was a first-year player for the Toronto Raptors after the team acquired him from the Phoenix Suns, where he’d been drafted and previously spent two seasons. He wasn’t quite ready to be a main-rotation player, but he did see a few minutes of playing time most games. He was young and he was talented, and the Raptors were doing a great job at developing his skills. In a few years, he’d undeniably be of starting-five calibre.

“I’m looking for Leonard, actually,” Y/N answered matter-of-factly. She ran into Shawn quite frequently due to the fact that he wasn’t a hard-to-reach, top player in the same category as Kawhi Leonard or Kyle Lowry, and she’d had plenty of time to get to know Shawn with all the time she’d spent diligently waiting around the Raptors’ clubhouse to catch one of the team’s stars for a quick statement she could write into an article. In fact, she was the one who’d written the story that broke the news of his trade from Phoenix to Toronto; she had the article, her first-ever breaking news story, in a frame sitting on her desk at work. Shawn, on the other hand, had quickly taken a liking to the young reporter and began to look forward to seeing her before and after games, but it had never surpassed his innocent--but very obvious--attempts at flirting.

“Well when do I get an interview?” he pressed, his eyes sparkling under the bright, fluorescent lights of the gym.

“Singlehandedly put up 36 points in a championship game and then we’ll talk.”

He laughed, looking down at his basketball shoes. “So never, then.”

“I wouldn’t say never,” she teased. “You’d just better get practicing.”

“Fair,” he replied with a smirk. He was slightly sweaty from what Y/N assumed to be an intense practice session, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to herself how endearing she found the fact that his cheeks always flushed when he played. “36 points for an interview, but how many do I have to score to get you to go to dinner with me?”

Y/N raised a brow at him, suddenly amused; he’d never been this forward before. “Equally as many,” she fired back, challenging him, and relishing in the way his lips pulled into a smile. “Plus the championship.”

His eyes widened. “You do know who we’re playing, right?”

“Are you saying you don’t believe in your team? That’d make a great headline.”

“Am I on or off the record here?” he laughed, and just as Y/N was ready to bite back with a witty remark she noticed a door on the opposite side of the gym open, and in walked Kawhi Leonard in his typical practice uniform. Y/N gasped and turned to dash towards him, already turning her tape recorder on, hoping to grab him before he left for the day.

She could feel Shawn watching her as she spoke to the Raptors’ star forward, occasionally turning away to take a few shots from behind the arc. Show off. Once satisfied with the questions she’d had Leonard answer, she said a polite thank you and good luck before turning to tuck her tape recorder back into her purse. Shawn was approaching her in an instant, the basketball bouncing off in the opposite direction, disregarded after the last shot he’d taken.

“You never answered my question, you know,” he began, still smiling, though his tone was less joking than it was before she’d gone to do her interview. “About what it’ll take for you to go to dinner with me.”

“Yes, I did,” she retorted, a sly smile crossing her mouth. “You put up 36 points in a game and the Raptors win the championship. That’s your answer.”

“That’s a lot to ask, Y/N,” he replied, laughing lightly. “I don’t exactly have a large influence over whether or not we win the championship.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, enjoying their banter more than she’d ever admit. “You’d better make the most of your three minutes of playing time, then.”

He sucked a breath of air in through his teeth, feigning offense. “Ouch.”

She giggled, but was interrupted by her phone sounding its familiar ringtone that signified a text message. She pulled it out of her bag to reveal a text from her boss: How’s the article coming?

She sighed, which Shawn picked up on right away. “Everything alright?”

“Duty calls,” she shrugged, tucking the phone away and readjusting how the strap of her purse rested on her shoulder. “I’ve gotta get back to the office and put this story together.”

Shawn nodded in understanding, his soft eyes fixated on hers. “I guess I’ll see you, then. Hopefully we can get the win in Oakland, but if we do come back to Toronto for a Game 7 I look forward to seeing you there.”

Her cheeks got hot. Why was he looking at her like that all of a sudden? “Tell your teammates I’m rooting for them,” she replied, beginning to move back towards the door.

He laughed, reaching to grab another basketball and not fully understanding what she was getting at. “Half of North America is rooting for them.”

“Then half of North America wants you to take me to dinner,” she called back with a smug grin, turning around to leave the gym before she could see his expression, but she didn’t miss the perfect swoosh sound that accompanied a basketball falling perfectly through the net.

#i literally don't even know what this is other than me acting on impulse because im crazy #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes writing #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes one shots #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes blurbs #shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes aus #basketball!shawn

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it's hard to find people like u do many years after gen V thank u for existing

lakdjflasdkj thank U for making me feel less alone!seriously all the other good blogs haven’t posted for literal years n im just a bit lonely ya know?

Gen V is the best! My fav gen!!

Uhm! I had this little piece of art lying around on my laptop you can have it if you want,,,, ovo

#ask #emmet #kudari #nobori #ingo #gen 5 #gen 5 propaganda #alsldkjalsdjfa i love it so muchhh #i practically grew up on it!!

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polar-stars · 5 years

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Today is Mother’s Day and we talked about my headcanon of lullaby-mom Nene didn’t we?

So have a lullaby fanfic (that’s is so overly sugary fluffy omg, read at your own risk ovo;;)

This is the lullaby by the way, it’s a very calming, beautiful song that inspired me to write this in the first place: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbuAWSbWmi0

Today’s meeting took long and Etsuya was tired as he finally got to return to the hotel, him and his family were staying at. Normally he wasn’t this easily defeated but what he just left behind him had been quite and simple nauseating and stretched out painfully. It all left him with only one wish and that being: lying down in his bed and sleep. And so he quickly walked past the reception without giving the person working there even a glance and aimed straight for the elevator. When his floor was announced, he was out the moment the doors of the elevator slid open and began to head to his room. However. Once he opened the door, a more than pleasant surprise reached his tired ears. It was a soft, smooth, straight up beautiful hum worthy of the adjective “angelic”. It was soothing and calming. It immediately comforted him and loosened his tension. Words found their way into the humming and in a melodic way, the angel sang: “Come close your eyes, take my hand, why don't you jump with me, deep into the great unknown” Etsuya took soft steps, following the delicate voice. “A fantasy, An ocean to be explored, where no one's gone before Wonders everywhere, I'll take you there” It lead him into one of the bedrooms and as he lightly pushed the door open, he saw his wife sitting in front of the bed, singing so dedicatedly and lovingly. “Oo-ee-oo-ee Deep in the sea I'll show you what I'm dreaming of” Looking at her were three young boys. The oldest one, a blonde 7 year old with red eyes sat left, while the second oldest, a green-haired 6 year old with yellow eyes sat right. In their very middle, protected by his older brothers, was a 2 year old with hair as blonde as the oldest one’s and eyes as yellow as the second oldest one’s. “Oo-ee-oo-ee Jump down with me Let me be your ocean love” All three had their eyes round as snow globes and only stared at their mother in awe as if it was the first time they heard her sing. Watching this scenery, made their father’s heart beat a little faster and filled him with warmth, as if he was standing in the rays of the sun during a beautiful summer day. “A million dazzling sights, a trick of magic light Leads you through a green, glow haze Into a cave” The youngest child, cuddled to the oldest child while his eyes closed. The second youngest only leaned forwards a little. “A silver gleaming in pearls, it's such a wonder world See the coral reef, beyond belief.“ Etsuya’s eyes fell back on his wife who and he felt his heart nearly bursting when he saw the immense affection in her eyes while she sang her sons to sleep. “Oo-ee-oo-ee Deep in the sea I'll show you what I'm dreaming of“ The oldest one had a lot more troubles keeping his eyes open. He obviously wanted to listen to the song’s end but his eyes dropped close more and more. Until he ultimately fell into slumber. “Oo-ee-oo-ee Deep in the sea I'll show you what I'm dreaming of“ Nene soon stood up to walk over to the bed, to pull the blanket over them while humming the last tunes. Once he voice faded, immediately the second youngest, one who as still awake, spoke up: “Can you sing again, Mom? Pleeeease!” Nene immediately lifted her index finger to place it over her mouth. “Shush. You’ll be waking your brothers up.” “Sing again!” Shigeo asked, quieter this time. Nene softly shook her head while whispering: “Why are you not sleeping yet?” Instead of answering, Shigeo begged once again: “Pleaseee.” As Nene only ruffled his hair in response, he pointed to the door. “I am sure, Dad would like you singing again very much as well.” “Dad?” Nene repeated and turned her head to the door where she spotted brightly red Etsuya on the verge of running out of the room. “Etsuya, I didn’t heard you come in.” She said. Before Etsuya could respond, Shigeo was quick to talk. “Dad’s been standing there the entire time with like really huge eyes.” He giggled. “Oh did he?” Nene looked at her son, while Etsuya softly hissed. “Shigeo!” Shigeo merely shrugged. “It’s only the truth. You know he often watches you sing with big eyes!” A soft chuckle escaped Nene and she patted her son’s head. “I know.” “So will you sing again? Please??” He beamed. “Only if you will sleep.” Shigeo gave a quick nod. “I promise.” Nene smiled. “Alright.” And after she planted a kiss on his forehead, she softly began humming once again. Shigeo snuggled closer to his sleeping brothers and finally his eyes fell close as well. - “How was the meeting?” Nene asked once out of the door. “Way too extended.” He answered. “Oh alright.” She replies and moves to the coach, a book in her hands. “I suppose you want to sleep then.” She said while sitting down. He scratched his head a bit sheepishly before moving to the coach himself and dropping down next to her. She watched as he laid his arm around her and looked at him expectingly afterward waiting for him to say something. After a little while of avoiding her gaze a little, he finally murmured. “You sing well.” She raised an eyebrow. “You told me already.” Immediately he blushed. “Well.....it’s true.” She blinked before a small smile appeared on her lips. “Thank you.” As response he only took he book out of her hands, laid it aside and pulled her closer. “I don’t want to got to sleep just yet.” She cuddled a bit closer and mumbled. “Fine then.”

#Lea is writing #EtsuNE #(very strong EtsuNe like wow)#Shokgueki no Kimiko Stuffz #Masashi Eizan #Shigeo Eizan #Kei Eizan

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soaringlanddormitory · 6 years

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OvO 😞 Hanako/Kaoru, 💢 Shigeo/Takashi, 💪 Yuriko/Moe, ☂️ Himari/Kei

Yes!! I love this uwuwwu!!! Thank you for sending this in!!

😞 - have my muse press their head against yours’ chest tiredly.

She actually found some time to visit the dorm of Kaoru, and it wasn’t because she planned to. She was actually much too tired to actually go back to her own dorm by herself and she knew that the dorm of Kaoru was usually filled with people, but they always ended up welcoming her every time she came in.

The door suddenly opened and he wasn’t hiding the fact that she was sleep-deprived at all. There were bags under her eyes and her stare wasn’t lively.l. “Is it okay if I stay here for a moment...?” She asks this shyly, and she noticed someone instantly stand up and give her a hand.

Kaoru noticed how she was acting, and he spotted that she looked a lot more tired than usual. “For a moment? Hm. Why not stay here for the night? I wouldn’t want to see you go out of here looking this tired.” He laughed for a moment and kiss her hand. “Come in, princess. Have a seat.” A blush crept on the face of Hanako but she came in.

“You’re being so flirty even at a time like this...” She muttered, a bit embarrassed but her heart began beating faster by his small talk. He only grinned and leaded her to the couch. He sat beside her with a smile on his face and he even looked behind him and gestured at one of his underclassmen.

“Here have a blanket.” He placed the blanket around her and petted her on the head. “You must have worked extremely hard for this week. You deserve rest.” He brought her head to his chest and her face began getting redder. She would have accepted this calmly if it weren’t for Rin and Dai talking about it and busting their gadgets out of their pockets to save this moment for the years to come. ‘I can stop, if you wish. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, flower.”

“No, it’s fine.” She replied softly before nuzzling to his chest, her face getting warmer. She was so close to him that she could hear his heart beat clearly. She eventually pressed her head against his chest and began making herself feel like she was at home. A small tint of red appeared on Kaoru’s cheeks as she began wrapping her arms around him as if he was a bolster. “Thank you.”

“No problem. A woman like you deserves to be treated right.” He reminder her that she had to be treated right, and she ended up smiling against his chest. “You’re such a lovely person, flower…” He complimented once again and he removed the bun her hair was fixed to and began playing with the locks of her hair. “You have to have a nice rest for the night.”

“You’re always so sweet.” Hanako had a tiny smile on her face, actually being flattered with what he said. She slowly closed her eyes and she began sleeping in peace. There were no eyes on them anymore because people already began leaving the living room to give the two some privacy.

... Maybe everyone but Rin, Dai, Emile and Masae- who were currently watching the ship from a hiding place.

💢 - snarl/growl at my muse.

It was known to the whole human kind that the Kuga family and Eizan family didn’t get along the greatest- well, more of certain people on the respective families will never get along. It wouldn’t be a surprise if you see two people fighting each other through words as if they were swords. It was… too normal for them to do this every time they see each other.

As of now, nothing was going on. There were random people going in school premises and going to their classrooms. But since there were a couple of students who were still new to Totsuki, Takashi would lead all of the people who were confused to their classrooms to help them. This was one of the reasons people deemed him as the best senpai in school.

A smile was present on Takashi’s face for majority of the time until a certain someone rolled his eyes once the students went to their destined locations. “Oh look who we have hear. Baron Cold-Hearted. What a pleasure to see you here!“ Despite the kind words that came out of his mouth, his annoyance was obvious to the other.

“A pleasure? I’d have to say it’s the complete opposite.” Shigeo glared at the smaller male, really pissed at his presence. “I can’t believe you’re leading the new students around. They should know how to find their classrooms themselves.” After a few moments, Shigeo smirked. “Unless you feel more comfortable with them because your height matches with their age. You look like you’re in the first year of middle school.”

The blonde began twitching, and he swore that if he weren’t in the school hallways right now, he’d punch the glasses off his face. “You piece of meat. Insulting me like this.” Well, he hoped that Shigeo wasn’t the only one in the game. “What brings you here then? Looking for the strongest junior to expel before the kick your butt in a shokugeki?”

Shigeo began growling at him. Did this fucking midget actually think he’d be defeated so easily?! “Do you think I’ll be defeated that easily? I’m part of the Elite Ten.” He didn’t like how Takashi threw some insults at him most of the time- but to the point it reached to belittle him in cooking made him more pissed.

“Oh? Is Mister Four-Eyes angry that I spoke the truth? How scary.”

“I’m part of the Elite Ten, midget.”

“You pancake Medusa.” Takashi snarled at him for making fun of his height again. “In your universe, sure you are. But if you were in mine, I doubt you’ll even be part of it with your dirty tactics.”

The expression of Shigeo darkened. “Do you want me to push you back to your place?”

“Oh, sure! If you can.”

The two of them began glaring at each other- they really did despise each other. Wholeheartedly.

💪 - pick up and carry my muse.

Was it a perfect day for people to follow their ships around? Always! The two girls decided to hang out together because they wanted to spend time with one another. It wasn’t new to both of them. They loved hanging out together and they found each other’s presence enjoyable. If they had the chance, they’d choose to hang out with one another!

The first thing the two decided to was to watch people perform ballet and Yuriko decided to pay for both of their tickets. The next thing they did was to eat in a cafe and look at cute things in the mall. As of now, the two girls may have been carrying a couple of shopping bags but they still wanted to do one of their favorite past times!

Currently, they were hiding from Shigeo and Chieko. Or as others call it- ShigeChi... and another name was Team Glasses 2.0. Every time Moe spotted them, she’d instantly want to see what they’re doing. The two were silent as they watched as two were talking to each other. Yuriko only giggled as a tiny smirk suddenly emerged from her lips.

“Look at our sweet Chieko looking so embarrassed. How cute~!” She loved the dynamics of the two from the start, but ever since Moe told her more stories about them- she began getting even more on board with the ship. It was as if Moe was the captain while Yuriko was the vice captain. An accurate yet funny image to imagine.

Moe blinked a couple of times as she tiptoed to try and spot them more clearly. “She does look embarrassed.” She mumbles, her voice sounding bland. It wasn’t a bad thing- she usually sounded like that. “This is one of the reasons why I ship them. Out of many. She’s so easily embarrassed by Shigenyan.” She stopped tiptoeing for a moment, but after a few seconds- she did it again to get a better view.

Yuriko did notice this and she only smiled. “Moe-chan, you can just tell me if you wanted to see them more clearly.” Without any warning, she picked up Moe and began carrying her to get a better view. “See? Now you can see what they’re doing it perfectly! Doesn’t that make it better?”

Moe nodded her head slightly, thankful that Yuriko actually thought about doing it. “Thank you. Now I can enjoy Shigenyan and his wife in full view.” She was able to see the red face of Chieko and how she rejected all the word of Shigeo. “Now, let’s get the camera.”

☂️ - shelter my muse.

The rain poured even if the weather forecast said otherwise. Of course they can’t always be right. The weather forecast said that it would only be a cloudy day, but it turns out the clouds were actually the ones that contained rain in them. Some people of Totsuki decided to go home through their cars, and some other had brought their umbrellas.

Sadly, there was one student who didn’t bring an umbrella and didn’t want to ride with anyone. It was no other than Kei Eizan. He’d rather get wet in the rain instead of actually going up to his brothers and ask if any of them if they had umbrellas. Before he could actually go back to his classroom to just wait for the rain to stop, a well-known student from the Elite Ten came in.

“Is that you, Kei?” She came to him, holding an umbrella at her hand and a smile on her face. Kei only looked at her for a moment and she began gleaming in happiness. “It really is you! Hi there!” She always acted like a big sister to him. There was a large grin on her face and she began wondering about some things. “Hm? Why were you supposed to go back inside?”

Kei was a bit embarrassed to admit that he didn’t bring an umbrella, but he began grumbling before rolling his eyes. “I don’t feel like going home when there’s rain that would probably cause me to slip.” He was technically not lying, but at the same time- he was. There was silence between them and he felt a hand wrap around his.

“If that’s the case... Then let big sis Himari help you out! She’ll walk with you and shelter you with her umbrella!” She brought out an umbrella out of her bag and she prepared it before she began looking at him again. “We could share, if you don’t mind!” She always wanted to spend some time with Kei, and this was one of the chances she wanted to take!

Kei couldn’t really reject her offer since she looked so enthusiastic to help him out. “Fine...” He stated softly, and he accepted her offer. At least he didn’t need to admit that he didn’t bring an umbrella. “Thank you, Isshiki.” He says this to her and she only ends up laughing.

“It’s Himari to you, Kei! Calling me by my first name makes me happy!” She ended up walking with Kei under her umbrella. Surprisingly, Kei has to admit that he enjoyed it much more than expected and he began seeing Himari as a bigger sister even more... Maybe forgetting his umbrella wasn’t so bad after all.

#writing #ask #takashi #yuriko #himari #kaoru atitarn #other people's ocs #hanako #shigeo #moe #kei

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hEADCANNOONNSS. For Luna. even tho those would technically be canon facts because she's ur OC but i love her and want to know m o r e bout this babu ovo

BLESS YOU I ALWAYS LOVE TALKING ABOUT LUNA AND I NEED TO TALK ABOUT HER MORE TBH :’)This also got like super heckin long so I’m gonna toss it under a read more. Enjoy! (Send me a character and I’ll write headcanons for them!)

What they smell like:Old parchment and wood, mostly. Living in Joey Drew Studios tends to leave you smelling like the place.How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):When Luna was a baby she slept curled up in a tight ball, much like a kitten. Bendy almost died from the cuteness when he first saw her do this. When’s she’s a child she sleeps much more stretched out, usually on top of whoever she was cuddling with last. As for schedule, Luna’s one of those kids who insists she isn’t tired and five minutes later is out cold on the floor, table, or wherever else she was just playing. She usually has to be carried to her bed because of this.What music they enjoy:The swing music that’s on the radio from time to time is fun to dance to, and the sheet music lying around the studio is a lot of fun to play. Luna’s gotten pretty good at practicing the piano this way, and she’d love to learn the banjo if Mister Lawrence would let her get near it. He’s proven to be a very reluctant music teacher, but that’s not going to stop her in the slightest.How much time they spend getting ready every morning:Being a toon means you don’t have to spend more than a few seconds getting ready every morning. All Luna has to do is toss on her standard black dress, slip on her gloves, fix the bedhead if it’s particularly bad, and she’s ready to greet the day!Their favorite thing to collect:One fun thing about living in a studio is that there’s all sorts of fun stuff to gather! How fun it is for others is another story… Nonetheless here’s a list of things Luna has collected in the studio:

- Bow ties. If these things are not nailed down or otherwise on your person (and sometimes even that won’t stop her) you can guarantee they’ll be snatched up by this little demon-angel. She promises she’s only borrowing them and they will be returned, but she never seems to specify when that’ll be.

- Plush toys. These are both harder to gather and harder to keep hidden than bow ties. Mr. Shawn Flynn has had small moments of panic where the toys seemed to have disappeared right off the shelves, only to find them piled up in a storage closet with Luna napping on top of them. They’re so soft, can you really blame her?

- There was one instance of Sammy’s clarinet being borrowed. Luna still thinks he didn’t have to be “such a big meanie” about it. She was going to give it back at the end of the day, what’s the harm in that?

- Wally’s keys. This is saved for when it’s a slow day at the studio and Mom and Dad are busy rehearsing. It’s good for a little giggle when the poor guy swears he just had them on his belt, but Luna won’t let him get in trouble over it. Wally’s a lot of fun and she’d hate for him to get booted out because of her.

- Multiple attempts have been made at hijacking her mother’s halo, and results have been mixed so far. Turns out no matter how far you take her halo it’ll always fly right back as soon as you let go, like some sort of long-range magnet. After it was learned that halos can smart something awful if you get smacked in the head with one, Luna now has to give people a heads up before snagging it.

- Anything that happens to be sitting on Henry’s desk when he isn’t looking. The poor guy has trouble keeping his desk organized as it is, so stuff getting stolen and put back definitely doesn’t help much. He could have sworn his ink well was there a second ago, as well as his pen, the model sheets, his lunch…

- She’d love to steal something from Mister Drew himself, but the man spends so much time in his office it’s next to impossible to sneak in there. He doesn’t seem to have much on that desk other than a stapler, some pens, and lots of paperwork. Nothing valuable to steal if you ask her.- By the way, only steal the stapler with extreme caution. There’s probably two, maybe three staplers in the whole studio that everyone has to share. Luna never knew she would create such anarchy by stealing such a simple little object.

Left or right-handed:I’d say left, since I’m left handed myself. Luna is ambidextrous; she can write as fluently with her left hand as she can with her right. (Thank you @nightanddusk for suggesting this to me! I love it!)Religion (if any):Seeing as the toons likely don’t have their own religion, that sort of thing isn’t a major part of Luna’s life. She likes the concept of “Christmas” though, what could be more fun than giving and most importantly receiving gifts from your friends and family?

Easter is a lot of fun too once she learns about it. Those dyes are so much brighter and more colorful than anything she’s seen in the studio!

Favorite sport:The ‘hey guys I’ve got my mom’s halo on the other side of the studio so you got five seconds to hit the deck before I let this baby fly’ game is a personal favorite, not so much for everyone else. Mr. Drew doesn’t let any ball larger than a hackey sack in the studio though, so she’s got to entertain herself somehow.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):The toons don’t get out much, but when they do Luna loves taking photos of everything. There’s so many things to see! And most of all so many colors! Make sure you don’t leave her with the camera or else all the film’s going to be gone in mere minutes.

She also loves trying the food. Anything tastes better than bacon soup.

Favorite kind of weather:Luna was scared of thunderstorms as a baby, believe it or not. Alice and/or Bendy would have to get up and hold her until she stopped crying, which could sometimes take a while depending on how bad the storm was.

Now that she’s older, Luna loves thunderstorms. There’s something very pretty about how grey the sky becomes, and puddles have proven to be a blast to jump around in. Even better if they’re mud puddles! The only drawback is that she has to take a bath when she comes back in, but it’s a worthy sacrifice. A weird/obscure fear they have:Some of the monsters the crew animated for a Halloween-themed Bendy episode scared Luna pretty good the first time she saw them. Things like animated ghosts, skeletons, and other creepy imagery might not look too scary from a human’s point of view, but they look a lot more real to a toon. A couple of bad dreams later, Bendy helped her overcome her fears of the ghoulish creatures. As demons, he told her, they were easily the scariest things out of all of the monsters, and therefore they had nothing to be afraid of.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:Balloon popping. Accuracy doesn’t matter so much just as long as you throw the darts as hard as you possibly can, that’s her method. Ducking is strongly advised.

#headcanons #luna #oc #this took me way longer than I anticipated :')#but I love it #I love writing about Luna and her shenanigans #candyredterezii

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10: Musical Discourse: Slime Language 2

Young Thug’s new project, Slime Language 2, is almost reminiscent of Pi’erre Bourne’s TLOP4, except more features (Thug got all these niggas in the studio and told them “We’re doing this now or never”), including ex-girlfriend and entrepreneur Karlae, Jim Jones, Drake, Travis Scott, and Coi Leray. There is a heavy YSL l influence (obviously) as well as some OVO features (hey Drake, hey Nav!), Coi Leray (no comment), and even a Rowdy Rebel feature, fresh from the pen. This project does a good job at touching different extremes of the rap music spectrum – Thug manages to get some songs for the ladies (“I Like”, which, to me, is very reminiscent of the City Girls, “On the Low”, and “Trance”), typical athlete walk-out music, and some songs that follow that “no one ever believed in me/everyone leaves me” kinda vibe.

If we’re gonna keep it 100, the album in itself is not necessarily a stand-out – very few songs have that “wow” factor - and to be honest - it’s mid, as the kids would call it. BUT, in the spirit of neutrality, I’ll be breaking down my favourites, as a self-proclaimed know most and trap music enthusiast, especially since today marks the one-month anniversary of its release - and if you disagree, suck ya mum (JK….kinda.)

“Take It to Trial” – Young Thug, YSL, Gunna, Yak Gotti

This track is probably one of the best on the album, and not just because the Yak Gotti feature ties it all together, but for the overall cohesiveness of everyone on the track, which almost makes it sound like one person entirely throughout. Take It to Trial was one of the tracks on the album that was released before the drop of SL2, giving it some time to marinate before the drop of the project in its entirety. While the beat is nothing too crazy, it’s still a standout due to the lyricism of the track and the abnormally high pitch Thug manages to hit on the chorus, as he adamantly requests to take this shit to mf’in trial.

I don’t know if the herpes bar making me think of NBA YoungBoy makes me a bad person, but I guess only time will tell.

“I Like” – YSL, Karlae, Coi Leray

Now, listen. I am not going to lie and say that I support all women. Somewhere in my heart, I know Coi Leray got to where she is due to a combination of light skin privilege (insert noises of disgust), some form of nepotism, her marketability, and her longstanding time in the industry (she was, in fact, one of the Mindless Behaviour video girls, so that in itself should tell you how long she’s secretly been in the game. She’s almost like a slightly darker Alexa Demie, except she isn’t lying about her age).

But this song???

THIS MF SONG?

There has to be crack in it. Because it’s not that good - the beat is not one which you run back for its complexity, nor its lyricism, but DAMN, it’s a good ass song.

Both she and Karlae captured the effortless sexy feeling certain songs are supposed to give you (fellas, not sure if you’ve ever felt it, but I feel like the laydeez know what I mean). It’s giving very much Uber Black on the freeway in an amazing outfit, drunk out of your mind - and I’m here for it! While I do feel like Karlae can rap circles around Coi, if given the opportunity, I think one thing I can say is that Coi does have the unabashed confidence of a man in her same position and that in itself makes this song *that* much more powerful.

“Mil in Vegas” – YSL, Young Thug, NAV

When I’m old and in my nursing home of choice (Astagfurallah, but you never know), I hope Young Thug drops a purely R&B album; something like Hndrxx but a lil’ less suicidal.

Or that the nursing home has enough money to hire him for a mid-afternoon senior citizen concert, but let’s tackle one problem at a time.

This track is almost like the niggas’ version of “I Like” but instead of boo boo Mizz Leray, we get a melodic NAV feature. In addition to my appreciation of him realizing he needs to stop using the fucking n-word (he shouldn’t have been using it in the first place, but progress is better than perfection), I think there’s something to be said with rap songs that are done outside of the major key; it def adds a little pinash, and some depth that wouldn’t have been there before – and NAV’s voice is suited perfectly for these otherwise challenging scales.

The only other thing going for this song is the way Thug looks in that yellow turtleneck on the Spotify visualizer – and with that being said, I hope niggas will be rocking more bright colors in the seasons to come.

(Also, what the fuck is NAV’s obsession with Los Angeles? I swear there’s at least one bar in every song).

“Slatty” – YSL, Young Thug, Gunna, Lil Duke, Yak Gotti

Mark my motherfucking words - when we have in-person sporting events, I will bet my Large Telfar bag that at least one draftee has this song as their walk-out music.

This track incorporates the one word that every nigga in YSL records (and current rap culture) has heat-stamped in their vocabulary, and while the word “slat” has been massacred by hordes of white teenage boys on TikTok, I will say that this chorus is catchy as fuck.

The real star of this song (shockingly) is the juxtaposition of Yak Gotti’s gritty, emory-board vocal cords, the raspy voice of Lil Duke, and the familiar buttery sound of Thug’s vocals.

Why the visualizer has P. Diddy in it, God only knows. But our adeer is doing his thing in those big ass Versace shades, so who am I to say anything.

“Diamonds Dancing” – YSL, Young Thug, Travis Scott, Gunna

I have no commentary other than asking rappers to please stop using Dr. King for any of their metaphors – he cheated on Correta with a white woman (and only one that we KNOW of, for that matter).

So, I stand here humbly before you, petitioning for the alternative bars including:

“Dripped in Dolce & Gabanna / Black diamonds like Thomas Sankara”

“New girl like Lori Harvey / chain Black like Africa, Marcus Garvey”

or something along those lines. Even a Sojourner Truth bar, at this fucking point.

“Solid” – YSL, Young Thug, Gunna, Drake

Of course, OF FUCKING COURSE, this track was saved by none other than the culture vulture himself - the man, the myth, and apparently now, the fucking candlemaker, Mr. Aubrey Drake Graham.

(Sidenote: Why is graham such a hard word to spell?).

I know y’all niggas heard - and felt - him very clearly when he said he needed some head and some moral support right away (not like y’all are gonna get any, but understandable if you felt it).

Something about the subtle use of steel pan, and mafioso type beat that the OVO clan has such an affinity for, really brings this hoe all the way together.

Another interesting point to note – and why I think Thug and Gunna make such an incomparable duo - is the fact that Thug and Gunna could almost pass for one another on the second verse, and even in the chorus. The only distinctive giveaway in this is the fact that Gunna does not make use of the whimsical bars in the same way that Thug does (because who the fuck is putting macaroni and cheese in their pockets besides the man who made a whole Instagram live about having a dirty dick? Exactly.)

Surprisingly though, this is one of the only songs on the album that hasn’t drilled holes in my eardrums, even after listening to it for an entire month, so bravo on them for that.

“Proud of You” – YSL, Young Thug, Lil Uzi Vert, Yung Kayo

I’m going to use this song to expose my corniness in saying I’ve definitely thought of using this song for some Instagram captions.

I think the combined genius of Thug and Uzi is often overlooked due to everyone wanting to worship Uzi with the androgynous Vampire Ma- I mean, Carti (who also makes a great duo with Uzi in his own right, but Uzi and Thug just remind me of two eccentric uncles, minus a few decades).

It was also rumored in 2018 that these niggas had over fifteen hundred songs together and I honestly wouldn’t it put it past them for that to be true.

Will they all be hits? Probably not, but it’s nice to be a dreamer – plus, their previous tracks (What’s the Move, It’s A Slime and Strawberry Peels) can’t be disregarded either.

“Really Be Slime” – YSL, Young Thug, FN DaDealer, YNW Melly, Bslime

In my honest opinion, I think YNW Melly (and TayK!) should have been pardoned from jail way before Reptar (Kodak) or the other gremlin, Mr. Weezy F Baby – not doubting this artistry, but I do think this man requires a serious rest; musically, emotionally, and physically).

This nigga Melly bodies every feature and brings such mischievous energy to every single track. Also, the minute the rhymed “butter pecan” and “Puerto Rican”, he was fr a genius in my high school eyes.

You can’t deny that the other niggas on the track, even Young Thug himself, fall a little short and that FN DaDealer is trying a bit hard to give us Lil Baby teas, but for what it is, it’s not a bad song. The beat, again, nothing too impressive, but I’m honestly just so glad to hear a YNW Melly feature after what feels like forever.

And that about wraps it up – overall, I’d give this project a solid 5/10. It could have done a bit more; and for the number of features (as well as their duality), honestly could have been more experimental. I get that this was highly anticipated, but in that case, I’m sure niggas wouldn’t have minded waiting a bit longer for it to go the extra mile.

If you feel like I missed any important tracks, that’s too damn bad; but feel free to argue with me in the comments of Instagram.

Until then…*turns on “I Like”*.

#cashmoneysegs #slime #language #2 #young #thug #rap #hiphop #blog post 10 #cm$

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hq-hq-headcanons-blog · 7 years

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Kiss 49 for suga? Thanks!

( ovo)b This is one of my favorite prompts and for one of my favorite baes, thank you very much!

Prompt: 49) kissing so desperately that their whole-body curves into the other person’s

You couldn’t believe it. After years and years of studying and planning, you were finally in Japan, meeting your online boyfriend of 14 months for the first time. To say that you were excited and anxious as you were getting off the plane would be the understatement of a lifetime.

You quickly went straight to the luggage belt, trying to take deep, calming breaths as you looked around, searching for your boyfriend but not finding him anywhere. You were just about panic when a pair of hands suddenly covered your eyes.

“Guess who?” Your boyfriend whispered in your ear in English.

“S-Sugawara-san?!”

“Gezz. How many times do I have to say that it’s okay to call me Koushi?”

His gloved hands quickly moved to wrap around your stomach, pulling you as close to him as he can.

“Suga– Koushi! We’re in public!”

“Hmm, sorry. ______, I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to hold you for so long.”

“You’re the one who said we can’t do these things in public, remember?”

He chuckled right next to your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

“Yeah, I guess I did, huh? Sorry!” He immediately removed himself from you in an almost comical fashion, holding his hands up and acting innocent. “Let’s just head straight home then! You must be tired from the flight.”

You nodded in agreement, handing your baggage over to him before he placed it in the Taxi. Even though he’s talked on and on about how much public displays of affection embarrass him, he held onto your the entire ride to his apartment. Once again, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous about staying with your boyfriend for the next 3 months.

It didn’t help that the two of you were going to have to share a room and a bed together already, thanks to him living with roommates.

But it was almost as if Sugawara could sense your discomfort, looking you in the eyes and squeezing your hand just a little tighter.

“We’re almost there. I know that you’re nervous _____, but it’ll be fine. I promise you!”

You really wanted to believe what he was saying was true, but you could still feel the nervousness shaking through you even as the two of you were unpacking.

“H-hey, Koushi?”

“Hmm? Yes, ______?”

You slowly turned towards him, hugging yourself out of nervousness.

“Can you… kiss me?” You looked up into his widening eyes, stunning him into silence. “I think I’d feel better if we…”

Your lips were covered before you could even notice Sugawara move. Feeling his arms wrap firmly around you, you weakly reached up and clutched onto his shirt. Your first kiss with your boyfriend. Your first kiss after 14 months of anticipation and longing. Even though the kiss was fairly tame with only a few tugs on each other’s bottom lip, the wait has made you amazingly over stimulated to what was happening.

Without even realizing, you began to moan as your entire body was curving into Sugawara’s. His hand moved down to push into the small of your back, bringing you even closer to him.

You could feel Sugawara begin to lean forward and gently place you on the ground before hearing the sound of footsteps running down the hallway.

“Sugawara-san! Is your girlfriend here yet–!?”

Well, this wasn’t the first impression you had wanted to give, but here you are, red in the face underneath your boyfriend, meeting one of his roommates.

#Anonymous #Sugawara Koushi #prompts #drabbles #Team Karasuno #What can I say; Nishinoya is good at stopping a lot of things

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Hello! It seems like you're busy but can i request a scenario? Can you do Chiaki x Reader going on a date? Although you don't have to rush on this. I'll be waiting, do your very best! Good luck ~ (o´▽`o)ﾉ

Ahh, thank you! Sorry this took so long ,,, I ended up writing this scenario before the Trickstar one, sorry! Chiaki’s personality is a lot easier for me to write;; I’m currently reading some Trickstar events to get a better grasp on their personalities! And don’t worry, I’m also working on the other requests that have come in. But just so it’s known, I’m probably going to start skipping around instead of going in order! I promise to still get everything done, but it’s faster if I write things that i can do easier first, while working on making the harder ones. That way, you guys won’t be waiting as long! This goes for matchups as well! The next matchup I’m working on is from an anon that said they were new to Ensemble Stars, though that was a while ago- but maybe I’ll still help? I hope OvO ?

Also, I just wanted to say, the matchup you sent in was received, and of course I’ll do it !!

Anyway, here it is! Hope you enjoy !!

Chiaki Morisawa x Reader

Just the day before, the self-proclaimed “Hero of justice, ryusei red!” had asked you out on a date. You two were already a couple, but of course he felt a strong need to give an over-the-top proposal, just for a date. He even got the other members of Ryusetai to pitch in. Just the memory was enough to make your lips tug upward in a smile.

The familiar ring of your doorbell sounded through the house. Your eyes widened- you still weren’t ready yet. It was only 10:30, you still had half an hour until he was supposed to be here. Why was he here so early?

As you made your way to the door, you guessed maybe it wasn’t actually him. Maybe it was a package, or someone selling something. At least, you hoped. After all, you were still in pajamas. There was a bit of trouble picking out something to wear, so you hadn’t exactly chosen yet.

The door swung open, revealing a mop of brown hair. A huge grin was plastered on the male’s face as he gazed down at you. You questioned what he’s doing here- he’s half an hour early.

“It is a hero’s duty to be on time!” he responded enthusiastically, striking a pose. He probably thought it looked cool; the confidence he had suggested that he had practiced in front of a mirror. A giggle escaped your lips, resulting in his cheeks to tint pink. If possible, his smile grew. But you still had to ask- he could have been on time without coming half an hour early, right?

Apparently, it was also a hero’s duty to be early.

You let him inside, shutting the door as he entered. Instructing him to stay there and wait while you get dressed, you went back to your current dilemma. What should you wear? Something casual, but still cute. Probably easy to move in, knowing Chiaki. You might end up chasing after him while he runs off to save a cat or something.

“Are you in need of assistance?”

The loud voice boomed. He was apparently on the otber side of your door now.

“Are you decent?”

He rephrased his question before you could answer the first. When you responded with a yes, the door flung open.

“What seems to be the trouble? Whatever the cause, never fear! The red hero of justice is here to save the day!”

He scanned your room, seeing all the clothes lying everywhere. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he processed the situation.

He doesn’t know much about fashion, but he picked up a t-shirt with a hero on the front. It was a shirt he had gifted you randomly.

You should wear this!“ he concluded, holding the piece up for you to see. You smiled at him, agreeing. Picking up a pair of shorts off the floor, you shooed him out to get changed. The male waited patiently outside as you dressed yourself. If he was being honest, he was so pumped! His enthusiasm was bubbling over, and he could hardly stand still! He had so much planned, this was going to be great!

The sound of your doorknob turning prompted him to spring at you as soon as you exited your room. You were a but surprised with the sudden hug, but loved it nonetheless.

Listening to him ramble on about heroic duties, you two left the house a full fifteen minutes early.

The two of you walked down the path, hand in hand. Chiaki was close to skipping, with the way he was bouncing with every step. He was in an overly good mood. You spoke up, questioning where he planned to take you.

The answer didn’t surprise you. You were stopped, facing your destination. Chiaki dragged you to the entrance, standing at the ticket booth. He purchased two tickets to a movie, which he said to the employee very quietly. He wanted it as a surprise, most likely. Once the tickets were given to him, He took you inside to buy snacks. He left it to you to decide what candy and drink you wanted. Holding the drink, popcorn, candy, and tickets in his hands, he guided you to the theater. He seemed to be struggling a bit, holding everything, but would refuse if you offered to help. He’s got this!

And, surprise surprise, you were sitting in the chair in the theater, watching the newest addition to Chiaki’s favorite hero movie series. Not that you didn’t like it, it was always fun to see Chiaki get excited over his favorite heroes.

The entire time, his eyes were glued to the screen. He was so absorbed in the movie, is was pretty cute. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. The noise caused the brunette’s ears to perk up. He turned his head to look at you, catching your gaze. That grin of his never seemed to fade. Before you knew what was happening, he had given you a confident peck on the lips. He leaned over in his chair, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. Of course, right after, his eyes turned back to the screen. But he never released his grip on you. To be able to get his attention away from his favorite movie for that long was something you considered an achievement.

With the movie over, Chiaki began chattering happily about the movie, how cool it was, and stating how he aspired to be that amazing of a hero.

After leaving the theater, Chiaki led you to the nearby park. He explained that he loved walking through here, and wanted to share it with you. So you strolled leisurely through the park, holding hands as Chiaki pointed at all his favorite things around there. You understood why he liked it here almost immediately. Everyone was smiling, laughing, and all around happy. It gave a wonderful atmosphere. It might actually be impossible to walk through here and not smile.

So you spotted a group of people surrounding someone, you felt your heart squeeze. This wouldn’t be good.

Chiaki had let go of your hand, dashing toward the group. You chased after him, but didn’t stop him.

Judging by appearance and actions, the kids were probably around middle school. They didn’t look quite like high schoolers. That would also explain their immature actions. The person they were cornering finally came into view; it was another kid, about their age. And ther were covered in bruises. Tears stained their cheeks, and they were visibly shaking.

"What do you think you’re doing?”

Chiaki had finally made it to the group, standing with his chest puffed out proudly. He had cut the bullies off from the victim, standing between the groups. He began to ask why they had become villains, and pushed them to becoming friends with the person they had been bullying. You stood by, ready to jump in if necessary.

The group stared at him for a moment before beaking into laughter.

“Is this guy serious?” the group continued to laugh at Chiaki’s behavior. You could tell by the look on his face that he took those comments to heart.

“Look at me! I’m all cool! I’m the red justice hero, here to save the day!” they mocked. Chiaki stayed calm, though you could tell that their remarks hurt. He never really was made fun of like that. He wasn’t used to having enemies, after all. Usually just the trees that trap innocent cats.

Standing his ground, Chiaki tried to lecture them once again. It’s not nice to hurt others, he reasoned. But the kids didn’t let up.

You wanted to let Chiaki have this victory, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen. These kids were too immature to listen to anything Chiaki would have to say.

You marched over to them, placing your hands sternly on your hips. You immediately told them off. They thought it was funny to laugh at others? That was pretty pathetic behavior. The group had gone silent.

“Whatever, let’s just go. These people are no fun.”

You let out a sigh as they turned away, leaving the you with Chiaki and the other kid.

Chiaki had already helped the victim up, bandaging his wounds. Wait- he had bandages? Getting a better look at them, you noticed that they had pictures of heroes on them. What else would be expected from Chiaki?

The kid thanked the both of you before running off. The older male stood up, watching the child as he happily bounded away.

Your voice pierced the silence, asking if he was okay. He didn’t do anything for a moment, just standing and staring at the little boy that you had saved. He didn’t answer you, instead taking your hand and leading you through the park.

He was obviously deep in thought. You had told those kids off so easily. What was he if he couldn’t even get a few children to stop picking on someone?

It was terrible, seeing him like this. Just earlier, he had been brimming over with enthusiasm. Now, all that joy seemed to be sucked out of him, leaving him with nothing. You had never seen him this down before.

Unable to stand for it, you stepped in front of the brunette, stopping him in his tracks. His gaze lifted from the floor, locking eyes with you. You placed a quick kiss on his cheek, doing your best to reassure that he was a great hero. At the very least, he was a hero to you.

It warmed your heart to watch as that cheesy smile graced his face once again. He pulled you close, giving you an overdramatic smooch on the lips. He began babbling on about how amazing you are. He let it be known how impressed he was with you, asking if you would join ryusetai. He claimed he already had a costume ready for you, too.

“You have what it takes to be a great hero of justice! Surely, with your help, Ryusetai will become even stronger! We will vanquish evil!”

You listened to him chatter happily once again as he led you to whatever he had planned next. You were sure that wasn’t going to be the last heroic thing Chiaki would do today, but you didn’t mind. After all, that’s what you loved about him.

#ensemble stars #enstars #oneshot #chiaki morisawa x reader #ryusetai #ensemble stars imagines

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A [MUSIC] Review: My 10+1 Favorite Live Acts From the Last Six Months

Originally posted on January 17, 2019.

Some people procrastinate by online shopping, cleaning, or watching the first season of a Netflix show that truly isn’t worth it (Judd Apatow’s Love stole my time and I want it back).

Others make an Instagram post about how they “just can’t focus :/”, masturbate to a point where it’s almost violent, or complete every single task except for the most pressing one at hand.

I am all of these people. Baked to perfection.

As appealing as all of these options are, my favorite way to procrastinate is watching live musical performances. If I said this was my number one choice because I really love to see what each and every artist can do on their feet, I would be LYING; it’s because I’m broke. Imagining I’m in the actual audience sounds like a cute and affordable outing to me.

I was originally going to write a late post about my ten favorite live musical acts of 2018, but then The Holy Trinity™ a.k.a The Goat Trio (Noname, Smino, and Saba) decided to perform on The Late Night Show with Jimmy Fallon and fuck up my whole plan.

Fucked up my whole plan, but made my whole life.

Here are the 10+1 live acts that have rustled my big and bright feathers in the last 184 days, ordered by upload date:

1. Mac Miller: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

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August 6, 2018

I was tabling at my school’s Student Activities Fair when one of my best friends approached me looking like tears were seconds from falling down her cheeks and flooding the fucking campus. Her “I have to tell you something” was followed by what most onlookers would probably describe as an unnecessarily loud processing of the Five Ws and One H of Malcolm McCormick’s death. It probably looked overdramatic, but it honestly didn’t feel that way.

Mac’s placement in my mind shifted in tandem with his style. In his “Knock, Knock” days, he was the weird white kid who Wiz Khalifa seemed to have taken under his wing. I started high school a week or two before “Smile Back” was released. And I was in attack mode after a girl had used up MY oxygen to talk about me not being a “real” Black girl. While 14-year-old-me did put a hex on her soon after, Mac’s anthem of the opposition not being worth my stress set my mind right. Did not reverse the hex, though. Sorry, sis.

His eventual Earl Sweatshirt, Ab-Soul, and Anderson .Paak collaborations reframed the way I thought of him as a creative. I realized how open he was, and how honored he was to share space and thought with a wide range of musical talents. You can hear it in the production of the songs. His NPR Tiny Desk was an elevation of this. His energy was right. Thundercat on bass was right. Watching this performance made me want to bop the shit out of my head but also call all my old niggas and let them know I was suing them for stealing energy I could have put toward studying a cool cat’s artistry. So much love to Mr. Malcolm.

Favorite Moment(s): When Mac laughs at Thundercat’s abrupt tone change during “What’s the Use?” @ 9:10.

2. Rex Orange County performing “Sunflower” live on KCRW

August 14, 2018

I know I’ll get heat for this. But Alex O’ Connor is worth the slack.

In this performance, Rex Orange County looks and sounds like the place where lo-fi, Big Mouth, and driven-over lilacs meet. Doesn’t seem like the most appealing thing that could come out of your speakers, but it’s honestly just one really sweet surprise. And romance may be a capitalist sham, but all I can say is ShamWow! After finding out that he wrote “Sunflower” for his girlfriend of 3+ years, the bridge started to make me feel like someone slipped me a “Would You Date Me?” note in detention. Uncomfortable, but definitely entertained.

Favorite Moment(s): The aforementioned bridge @ 3:02.

3. serpentwithfeet – mourning song (Live on KEXP)

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September 11, 2018

Josiah Wise, better known as serpentwithfeet, is one of the greatest storytellers I have ever witnessed. His entire KEXP performance is worth watching to see an immersive experiment in chaos and control using lighting, backtracks, and his voice. Confidence is not something we often associate with grief. In this performance of “mourning song”, he lists all the ways he will allow himself to think and feel through the end of an intimate relationship. Every time I listen to this song, I feel like he actually rips the voices from my head that tell me I am a burden, or that I must hide any part of myself.

I’m not really a church-going girl anymore so I won’t say watching this took me there. But it definitely took me to the Pokémon Center. HP on 255, bitch.

Favorite Moment(s): When he plays around with distance from the mic @ 2:30.

4. 070 Shake – I Laugh When I’m Friends But Sad When I’m Alone

September 14, 2018

My dearest New Jersey babe. The shining star of the 070 Crew, Danielle Balbuena, used to be at the top of my “Anal Sounds Great!” list after the 2016 “Bass for my Thoughts” release. Trevante Rhodes has since stolen her spot.

Shake takes her time with COLORS to sing about her unadulterated thoughts about the negatives that come along with fame, as well as how the perceived positive of always being around people can be suffocating. No matter what life decisions we try to make, no matter what our intentions, we’ll always be criticized. 9/10 times the criticism will come from people who are too scared to live out their own dreams and have decided to try and put their hooks into the dreams of others. I love this performance because she manages to make the sentiment hit relying primarily on her flow, with the beat not coming in until more than halfway through the video.

Favorite Moment(s): The belting at the end. She sounds like Roy Woods and it makes me want a collab.

5. Noname Performs A Three-Song Medley From Her Album ‘Room 25’

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October 18, 2018

I am a walking Noname stan account.

I saw her perform during my sophomore year of college, soon after Telefone‘s release. I had never felt so represented in my existential absurdity. She was as wishful as she was uncertain; the last time I had felt that seen was when I heard Paramore’s “For A Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic” for the first time. But you know angsty white people are always doing something, so it didn’t really click the same. I sobbed in the first row while Noname rapped about the effects poverty has on the Black imagination, battling with addiction, and finding the will to fight our own apathy.

In this performance, she gifts us with a three-song medley, featuring “Blaxploitation”, “Prayer Song”, and “Don’t Forget About Me”, three singles from Room 25. Together, the musical collage tells a story about trying to create in a culture that values what we make more than our livelihood.

Favorite Moment(s): The GIGGLE when the music ends before she does.

6. dvsn: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

November 28, 2018

Roy Woods and Majid Jordan were my favorite OVO acts for the longest time. I had heard of dvsn and didn’t really care for the duo at first. I didn’t even know they were a duo until like a week ago.

One night I was at a party that I didn’t want to be at, and I really wasn’t feeling the music. While I waited to sober up so I could walk home, I put on my headphones and started playing my own music. When the beat in “Mood” dropped and Daniel Daley’s vocals came in, I knew it was the beginning of a spiral into a rabbit hole full of fuck nigga energy… Energy to which I am apparently still very open. In this performance, Daley’s falsetto as he sings about not wanting to pull out of his partner is literally the most disarming sound I’ve ever heard. It’s what I imagine the Sirens in the Odyssey sounded like. I’m 100% certain that behind the sunglasses, his eyes are pitch black. Because Satan.

Favorite Moment(s): 6:13 – 6:35. Mother of God.

7. Rapsody, “Sassy” Night Owl | NPR Music

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December 4, 2018

RAPSODY IS ONE OF THE MOST UNDERRATED LYRICISTS OF ALL TIME AND I WILL NOT REST UNTIL JUSTICE IS SERVED.

Like… I’ll sleep and all that. But I will be dissatisfied. Known for her home-hitting lyrical additions – Kendrick Lamar’s “Complexion (A Zulu Love) and Anderson .Paak’s “Without You” – Marlanna Evans deserves so much more for the brilliance that went into Laila’s Wisdom. When she was nominated for 2018 Best Rap Album of the Year, she was the fifth female-identifying nominee in the 23-year history of the category. This performance of one of Laila’s singles, “Sassy”, makes me want to bounce through the streets in some high tops. It demonstrates her ability to give us all profound lyrics and pop-off sounds.

Favorite Moment(s): Her dance break @ 2:45.

8. H.E.R.: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

December 13, 2018

H.E.R. had already appeared on NPR Tiny Desk before this performance, but five minutes of listening to her voice were simply not enough. Whenever I listen to one of her songs, I have to listen to two or three more. The cool thing is that she’s not using subliminal messaging! It’s literally just carefully-honed skill and talent! These niggas can’t even spell talent!

The transitions in this video are wild. Seeing how many times Gabi Wilson switches the instrument she’s playing is honestly just really fun. “Focus” is my favorite H.E.R. song, and this performance takes it up three whole notches. Considering the fact that she’s an actual child prodigy, I cannot help but smile seeing her get the shine she deserves; hearing people refer to her as “the girl who covered the Drake song” really made me as upset as the people who fight in the comments under Lebron highlight reels seem to be.

Favorite Moment(s): The back-and-forth between H.E.R. and the two amazing background vocalists @ 16:28.

9. JPEGMAFIA – Thug Tears | A COLORS SHOW

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December 14, 2018

I really cannot tell if Barrington Hendricks/JPEGMAFIA/Peggy is the kind of person who hates astrology and everyone who mentions it, or if he consults his Co-Star chart every morning. Regardless, as the sole member of the non-Scorpio Scorpio Fan Club, I love this Scorpio king.

One second into his COLORS episode, I thought my speakers were fucking broken. Twenty seconds in, I thought I was having a stroke. I eventually realized that I was not being Punk’d by the peculiar nigga on my screen, and decided to go back to the beginning and try this shit again.

I became so infatuated with JPEGMAFIA after watching this performance. This may mean that I need to call my therapist soon, but I would argue that my interest stems from the healing power I feel is available in his artistry. While different from serpentwiththefeet’s “vibe”, Peggy presents us with a similar sentiment: being unafraid to display your emotions, whether it be grief or anger, in ways that are not respectable or palatable can shake up a nigga’s psyche. Lord knows this shit had me shook all the way the fuck up.

Favorite Moment(s): He starts off stretching. Definitely didn’t realize how necessary it was going to be.

10. KOFFEE – TOAST (LIVE FROM KGN)

December 23, 2018

I first listened to Koffee when she performed with Chronixx on the Real Rock Riddim. This past November, the 18-year-old released the inspirational fucking BOP, “Toast”. In the song, she speaks to her performances with Chronixx and other key moments in her musical journey as well as the bright future she sees ahead. The song itself has been at the top of my morning playlist; you already KNOW I love to bust an early whine while I brush my teeth. But this performance… it’s magic. You can barely hear Koffee herself with the audience screaming all the words back at her, letting her know they’ve got her back. And with a big ass smile full of braces, you can tell she’s feeling all the love they’ve got to give. Everyone, myself included, is ready for Koffee to rise to the top.

Favorite Moment(s): Her disbelief at the room’s energy at the beginning, and when she brings on the girls to help her sing @ 1:30.

10+1. Noname ft. Smino and Saba: Ace

January 8, 2018

One day, I’ll share the story of how Noname was an instrumental part in my sexual “becoming”. It’s the same story that I shared with her after the aforementioned concert (still so sorry about that, yikes). Until then:

I screamed when I found out this performance was happening. I don’t even think I can put into words how Noname, Smino, and Saba’s performance of “Ace” changed my whole attitude. For the last eight days, my sense of clarity has been… well, CLEAR! I realized how much my hair had grown. I finished grant and job applications. I’ve received great personal news and old, important friendships are being rekindled. They have too much power. I’m tweaking.

All I have to say is that this video ran me a bath, put a glass of wine in my hand, and made me dinner. Enjoy.

Favorite Moment(s): I. Cannot. Choose. (But wow. The way they look at Saba @ 1:56. I’m emotional.)

#reviews #chewsandswallows #music #2018 #2019 #art #artists #ranking #performance

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any fun stories from being a mountain person? - moss fairy

Mais ouiI’ve got a few actually. The first one is a ghost story. Come back tomorrow for the next one 👽😘🥑

The first interesting thing to happen came a few days in. I don’t actually remember the first few days very well, but if you find lake Bled on a map of Slovenia, I was somewhere north of there but before you hit the crags of the true Alps. The Slovenian forest, as it turns out, is full of life. And death. Before my cold hit proper, I smelled patches of death that I walked through while singing screen. I sing while I walk. I get monumentally tired while I walk. on some days. Not necessarily because I’ve come so very far that day, but for other reasons. It was about 15:40 and I was bone tired and I just wanted to find somewhere to settle for the night. I don’t think I’d been going for more than 7 hours but as I say. Tired. I found two houses, both thoroughly abandoned, facing each other across overgrown front gardens and a gravel path. I hadn’t seen any people for the last few hours and I can’t stress enough how very Forested these houses were. I circled around the nearest one to check for broken windows or some other way in. There was a small walled garden. I assume it was walled once. Luckily for me, the door was hanging on its hinges and the debris scattered on the floor looked old. I’ve often wondered why there is so very much sand in mountainous areas. The biggest room downstairs (or maybe it only seemed so because it was the only one with open window shutters) was caked in a thick layer of sand and dust that, when mixed together like that, looked like ash. The ceiling looked solid and the walls were cracked, but not peeling much. There was the usual (usual if you’re familiar with abandoned buildings) assortment of debris lying around. Bottles, sheets, splintered wood, broken tiles, a mattress, wooden beams and a TV with the screen smashed in. I took off my pack and crept carefully upstairs. I think I didn’t want the wood to creak. Mainly so as not to freak myself out. Upstairs was lighter, more windows. It was very quiet. I poked my head in all the rooms and my footsteps echoed the way that heavy shoes on wooden floors do, especially in empty rooms. And they were Empty, all of them. I went back downstairs and picked up my pack. There was still plenty of daylight. I went over to the other house, which was more in the open and had a massive set of stone front steps. This house was far more cobwebbed than the other, and more reclaimed by brambles, with broken windows and chunks of plaster lying on the front steps where they had fallen from the overhanging part of the building. The door was shrouded in a thick layer of cobwebs. I sat down on the stairs and pulled out a book and a tin of mackerel in tomato sauce. The house overlooked a field of horses grazing peacefully, but making on the whole far more noise than entirely tame horses normally do. I figured it was either just a mountain horse thing or that the weather would turn soon. I read until daylight started fading. Oscar Wilde. And then I had some battery to spare and reread Ex Ovo Omnia. It would be darker in the house, so I wanted to get set up before the light outside had dimmed too much. I did. The floor wasn’t comfortable and I kept breathing in sand at first, but I stuffed an earphone in one ear and listened to a podcast about the historical precedent for Robin Hood and fell asleep eventually. It was a fitful sleep. I woke around midnight because the wind had picked up outside and was slamming the shutters. The moonlight coming in through the window kept blinking out when the shutters swung inward, like a super slowmotion strobe light. I started the podcast over and dozed with my hand on my knife until 2. I know it was around 2 when I first heard it because the podcast is half an hour long and I listened to it four times over. So. Around 2 I heard noises upstairs. I don’t know if you’ve been in a situation before where you’re alone, your heart telling you that apparently you’re properly terrified, and the room quiet enough for you to hear it tell you so. I felt like if you pressed your ear to the floor upstairs you could heart my heart rattling through the bones of the house like hoofbeats. The thing is, I knew there were probably rats in the house. Fine. Cool. But what I heard at 2 was bigger. I only heard it briefly, for a few steps. There were small noises too, that did sound like rats. I lay on my back and my eyes tracked the sounds through the ceiling. They didn’t start out in the room above me, but came closer. The rats, I mean. But the thing is, the Other Thing was following the rats. Maybe. I don’t know. But footsteps sounded where the smaller scuttling had gone ahead, along the same path. They sounded like footsteps. They started and stopped. It was a good long while before they started again. And stopped. My mind lingered on the pied piper of Hamlin. This went on for about 2 hours while I thought of everything it could and couldn’t be. It could be the house creaking. It couldn’t be the house creaking from the sun, as wooden houses do. As time went by, the footsteps grew more frequent, the space between them shrinking. Why were they staying in the room above me. Why were they walking around for two hours in an area the size of a large living room. Why were they crossing paths with quite so many rats and why did they sound like human footsteps when the house was Empty. I gave up on sleep shortly after 4 and slipped on my shoes, grabbed my shit, and dashed out the entrance as quietly as I could. I hadn’t packed it up properly, so I dragged it all to the front steps of the other house and sat there packing up. I brushed my teeth and paced and watched the house. It would still be about an hour before the sun came up and the light was only just good enough to see my breath in the air. It shouldn’t have been that cold, even in the mountains. The horses started making a lot of noise again. There’s a bird that sounds like a wild boar grunting. I fucking hate that bird. Come sunrise I headed on. I didn’t see anything in the windows of that house. I didn’t hear any noises once I was out of it. I saw nobody enter or leave

#Hannah's hiking stories #moss fairy anon

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