#NOT something i could do normally bc id never finish or post Anything. but this is an au that is wholly mine and it deserves my best

[fluxedbuds]

The mice demand a magical girl

the mice are gonna have to be more specific!!

[nonbinarykai]

Fixing up elemental powers lore for Tommy the post

Notes: this is mostly headcanon/theory ((headtheory?)) and very little of It is based on canon. This is because the timeline is a mess and id much rather come up with something else. If you have any other points from canon you’d like to mention then I’d love to hear it. But I will be mainly ignoring anything that semi proves otherwise because again, timeline is a mess.

S15 spoilers ahead

So… s15 introduced a lot about elemental powers, most of which directly contradicts what has already been established. And because, like always, Tommy is no help. I wanted to try to see if I can come up with something on my own to fix this confusing puzzle together.

The first spinjitzu master didn’t create the elemental powers

Im not quite sure why tommy is still so admit on trying to say this is the case when s15 directly disproves this.

The existence of a water elemental master BEFORE the fsm ever appeared in ninjago straight up tells us he wasn’t the one who actually made the elemental powers, and implied he wasn’t the one who gave it to the masters either.

Hell, if anything, it would make more sense if the fsm mastered all the elements by training under elemental masters. It would explain why he never mastered water and supposedly air if they were never involved with him to begin with.

It would make sense for the fsm to be able to learn how to master these without having his own element. He’s half dragon and half oni which relay on creation and destruction ((which I also don’t think are elements but I’ll get to that)). So he could easily learn to use elements with his dragon powers.

Another bit of evidence to prove the fsm didn’t give the elemental powers to people is because if he did then why did he need the golden weapons? If he had the elements he could just make ninjago without the weapons anyways.

So then where did the elements come from?

While there is no real answer to that because, well duh, we can atleast attest that elemental masters aren’t JUST a ninjago thing.

For one, not many people know this but ninjago isn’t the whole realm, it’s a single continent and there are more continents in the realm. Paleman and tox are from another series called ultra agents, which sure as hell doesnt take place in ninjago.

And second, the elemental dragons in the first realm seem to have elemental powers aswell, hell it’s been implied that they might actually have stronger powers then the normal elemental masters

So then where did they come from? Well there are some possibilities

1. The dragon themselves, they can travel through realms and also they could create humans ((I mean look at fsm)) it’s also implied any large reptile creature can realm travel because of wojira being mentioned in the never realm

2. The realm spirits or whatever the fuck the preeminent is

3. The elements are there own beings that can affect who has elemental powers

Elementals could exist ((I know this is headcanon territory but shut up and let me have this))

Do you guys remember those little animal badges

These things

They were on the ninja gi’s up until s8 where they just disappeared

They seem directly tied to the ninja themselves, because Kai has his lion badge even when he was a kid.

And in s2 you can see them in the pillars for the elemental blades

Is almost like those symbols are meant to be direct representations of the elemental power

I’d also like to point out the golden weapons, they aren’t able to use specific elements ((like fire)) UNLESS its in there actual weapon form

And yet when Kai recreates them in s10, they still work even though there not exact replications

What if the specific elemental powers come from the dragon symbols? The golden weapons can’t use the element unless the dragon symbol is there to access that power. And because dragon elemental powers are more powerfully the symbols only work on the golden material.

What if the animal symbols work the same? And that people are Able to create spells, weapons, and such that use those powers.

As for where the elementals would live, well…

Elements were formed from space, it would make sense if they lived in space and were using there powers to create realms and give other people a bit of there power

And also I just think it would be cool if the sun was a being that’s the center of the realms, much like how the sun is the center of our solar system

I don’t think wu, garm, and Lloyd have elemental powers Im sorry

there’s little actual evidence to prove that garm, wu, and Lloyd have elemental powers

They don’t appear on any elemental power lists

Chen didn’t need garm or wus powers to finish his spell even though water and wind are the only ones the fsm didn’t master

Lloyd’s power itself is super confusing because it’s never named outside of “green” but s15 saying that the fsm only mastered them could mean that he just passed down mastering the powers to Lloyd.. somehow?

If anything it’s more likely that there got there destruction and creation powers bc of the combination of oni and dragon blood, nothing elemental

And at this point if Lloyd does have a elemental power tommy needs to stop being a coward and actually say it

Summary

So my new sexy and powerful lore for ninjago elemental powers is that

A bunch of elemental beings came into existence when space was created ((by like idk a Big Bang or something)), they created the 16 realms and gave each of them there own set of elemental masters, the older realm elemental masters are the strongest while the newer ones are the weakest because of the elementals slowly giving away there power. They gave the elemental masters there powers so they can project/create there realm more then the elementals have already done.

[0ystercatcher]

why do you think lesbian feminism is useless? I'm not trying to be rude or anything I just really want to know

ummm long post warning

imho its just...wrong. while lesbian feminists did correctly point to heterosexuality being an institution designed to harm women, in practice they often failed to separate btwn heterosexuality - one of a few dif options of natural sexual orientations people have, and heterosexuality - as the set of norms and expectations imprinted onto a natural sexual orientation which are forced upon everyone by a patriarchal society in order to perpetuate it. which ended up in political lesbianism being seen as a good solution to that heterosexuality problem.

depending on whose theory you read, this is embeded directly into it too. jeffreys (i think??) straight up says lesbianism is a choice and not just that, but the True Correct feminist choice to fight patriarchy which is obviously bullshit. lesbianism is lesbianism and its just as normal and good as heterosexuality or bisexuality can be for women. others will say lesbianism is resistance to male institutions which is sketchy at best, lesbianism is and should just be lesbianism. the only thing inherent to it is being a homosexual woman and we should allow lesbians to just. be that. with no extra bagagge or weird political attachments to their sexuality.

like there is no special political knowledge or strength against patriarchy inherent to being a lesbian period. lesbians face a lot of resistance for their sexuality obviously, and out of that grows resistance and strength, how could it not lol. but its not something that anyone is born with bc of their sexuality. we shouldnt basically force women to develop thick skins or more radical leaning politics from withstanding homophobic abuse in the first place either, there is no need to act like this is a natural product of lesbianism instead of smth that developed developed out of necessity to face cruel circumstances. imho its kinda disrispectful to lesbians to act like that. but i dunno. i dont go here anw.

but just to finish it off, lesbian feminism tends to posit the best way out of patriarchy is via separatism which ive explained before but its just. not a very good idea lol. i see no use in having to segregate ourselves away from men in order to live good lives. it doesnt fix anything if men continue running around being total degenerates, it doesnt truly help us, it just delays the inevitable real fight for our right to be treated like full human beings by the other half of the world. yes its useful in small scale, teaching women abt feminism and ways to be self reliant is always good bc being self reliant is extremely useful and valuable, but its at best just one good first step to take whats rightfully ours (a dignified respected place in society side to side w men) and at worst a weird circlejerk that doesnt go anywhere. i think theres a few things to learn from successful separatists like how best to organize groups of women and raise consciousness, but not all separatism does that and id argue simply organizing as women isnt separatist. oh well.

disclaimer i understand the historical context under which lesbian feminism came about and its important to highlight that lesbians were very much being left aside by womens liberation movements once they got a spotlight which is also extremely homophobic dumb and harmful to all women and that shoulnt be repeated. lesbians r sisters... we cant win without them and we should never leave thm behind. this doesnt mean the ideas of lesfem are true or extra helpful or correct tho.

[sharkboygirlish]

Messy.

ONE-SHOT

Word count: 2793

Disclaimer:  One piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

Warning: None

Rating: T (i guess?? there’s cursing)

Author’s Note: Whale, this is the first fanfic I’ve posted on the interwebs since high school so please keep that in mind, lol. I do plan to finish it sooner than later so check back in a few days if you want to read the rest, sorry I don’t have it all done right now.  At long last it it FINISHED.

Feel free to tell me what u think! Unless it’s mean, then I ask that u keep those thoughts in ur noggin because I’m just writing these for fun not for grades.

Without further ado, here ya go.

Author’s Note pt 2: So i didn’t end up going the smut route like I originally planned, but I think it worked out better bc this one got nice and Emotional.

Summary: Zoro really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

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The moon was floating high in the night sky when Nami wandered onto the deck, unable to sleep even after a few hours of sketching. 

She wanted company – specifically, she wanted the company of the crew’s resident alcoholic. It only took a few minutes to find him on the lawn deck with his back against a tree and his eye closed. ‘How typical.’

Nami smiled a small, excited smile as she strode over to him and squatted between his parted legs. An unconscious sigh left her nose as she swept her gaze up and down his face. She caught herself thinking, ‘He really is easy on the eyes isn’t he.’ ....again. 

Who was she kidding? She’d been thinking the same thing every time she looked his way lately. 

Two years ago she’d been able to keep the immature crush she had on him locked tightly away but somehow - it had gotten out and was slowly consuming her entire being. 

Nami hoped he hadn’t noticed how often she invited him to drink with her because she didn’t think she could handle being rejected. So she settled for spending time alone with him whenever and however she could. 

“Hey, moss-head,” the navigator said finally, leaning in to squint at him, “Are you asleep?”

He had literally just settled down for a nice cat nap when the navigator appeared suddenly to interrupt him. ‘Damn. What the hell did she want now?’ 

Instead of answering, Zoro chose to ignore her and pretend like he was deep asleep. ‘Why won’t she go bother someone else?’

Nami started prodding his cheek with one finger to rouse him if he really was sleeping, ”Zorooo wake up, I wanna drink,” she whined and his eyelid opened instantly.

‘Why’s she so damn pretty..’ was the first thought he had when he realized that she was a lot closer than he’d anticipated. 

He mentally chastised himself after, trying to remind his id that Nami had never once indicated that she wanted to be anything other than friends and he should respect that. 

But… There was no harm in looking from time to time was there? And she was pretty. She’d always been... ‘Oh for fuck’s sake, now he sounded like Sanji. He needed to get a grip.’

“Helloooooo,” Nami waved her hand in Zoro’s face until he snapped back to reality and snatched her wrist up, pulling it away. He scowled but it wasn’t deep, and now he was refusing to look her in the eye. “What was that about, huh Zoro?”

“Nothing.” The swordsman replied perhaps a little too quickly to avoid suspicion, “Thought I heard a noise, doesn’t matter – oi, didn’t you want to do something?” 

He couldn’t remember what exactly it was. He’d been so distracted by the way her bangs framed her face and sometimes got caught in her eyelashes—’Damnit! He was doing it again.’

Nami smirked again but didn’t press the subject anymore. She’d do that later once they started drinking. “Weren’t you listening to me? You’re so rude, maybe I should find someone else to share my booze with.”

Was it a good idea to go drink with Nami when he kept catching himself thinking about feelings that he’d been suppressing for the last two years? Probably not…

But he couldn’t just decline an opportunity to get buzzed. ‘And... Maybe he wanted to get buzzed with Nami, specifically.’  

Zoro scoffed, mostly at himself. “Quit playing games, damnit, do you want me to drink with you or not?”

“You’re so stubborn,” The navigator teased with a pleased smile that made his heart beat unevenly, “I could care less if you join me, but you’re not allowed to come unless you say you’ll be nice.”

“Nami. I am older than you, quit treating me like a fucking child or I swear-”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady who’s getting you drunk for free, Roronoa Zoro. If you can’t be nice then I’ll just add the cost of everything you drink to your debt and-”

Zoro didn’t have time to ruminate over the way hearing her say his full name made him shiver because he had to shut her up before she did charge him. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll be... nice.” He hissed through gritted teeth and her answering giggle made his pulse flutter. He had to fight to keep himself from smiling. ‘What the hell was going on with him tonight? Was he sick?’

“Good boy,” she turned and started walking towards the Sunny’s aquarium bar, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure he was coming.

“Don’t push your luck, woman.” Zoro snarled to mask his confusion over the sudden need to touch her that he felt scratching at the back of his head. He really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

He knew it, but he followed her up the stairs all the same.

                                                       * * *

“Why d’you always want to drink with me anyway, witch?” Skeptical of her intentions, his narrowed eye fixed itself on Nami as she approached him holding two maroon tinted bottles. She offered one to him and he accepted it – but he didn’t let his guard down yet.

Zoro lowered his gaze to check the label out, whistling long and low when he read 23% alcohol per volume. A couple puzzle pieces clicked together in his head ‘Oh, that’s why. Because if she tried to drink this with anyone else they’d pass out after two glasses.’

“Would you believe that I just like hanging out with you?” Though her tone was teasing she was actually being genuine, she had a lot of fun with him whenever they went out.

“No–“ He paused when Nami kicked him in the shin hard enough to make him swear. Reaching down with his free hand he rubbed the sore patch of skin and glared daggers at his crewmate. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“You said you’d be nice, Zoro! So be nice or I’ll charge you a hundred thousand beris for that bottle.” Nami uncorked hers but waited to hand the corkscrew over until he behaved himself. The look he was giving her would probably frighten a small child but she didn’t flinch.

‘This was his choice.’ He reminded himself. Of his own free will he chose to get drunk with Nami instead of napping, and that meant dealing with her bossiness no matter how much he loathed it. ‘Sometimes he just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and make her shut up, there were better things her mouth could be doing anyway-‘

“Why do you keep staring at me like that, do I have a zit or something?”

Zoro sat up so fast that he banged his shoulder on the underside of the countertop. ‘What the hell was that? What the hell was wrong with him?’ He hadn’t even opened the damn bottle and he was already making himself look like an idiot.

“No,” the swordsman grumbled, wracking his brain for a believable excuse, “Just thinking about how I’ll owe you money even after I’m dead if you keep charging me for bullshit.” That made her laugh and Zoro cursed himself for how much he liked hearing it. “Don’t see how it’s funny for me, witch.”

Nami let him take the corkscrew from her, eyes crinkled with amusement while he opened his bottle. “You’ll just have to stay alive until you pay me back in full, I guess!” She trilled before taking a long, heavy drink from hers.

“Yeah?” Zoro snorted before mimicking her and downing about half of the wine in the container. It tasted disgusting, which he’d expected, but that didn’t make the bitter aftertaste any less miserable. His nose wrinkled slightly as he set the bottle down. “I bet even if I did try to pay you off you’d find a way to charge me more.”

“You make me sound so heartless,” the navigator batted her eyelashes innocently, pretending to look hurt, “Why would I ever do such a thing?”

“Hah.” He scoffed before chugging some more wine and failing to keep track of how much he was drinking each time. “Because you want to keep me on a leash since I don’t throw myself at you like that dumbass cook.”

An impish smirk crawled it’s way onto Nami’s face that made him immediately regret what he’d just said. ‘Fuck. Damnit!’

“So…” She began slowly, savoring every second that the swordsman spent avoiding direct eye contact with her, “You admit that you are one of my lap dogs?”

A muscle in his jaw flexed and he stopped drinking for one second to grunt, “That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what I heard!” Chimed Nami as she rose from her seat, stepping over to Zoro and tracing a finger under his jaw while he drained the last few drops of liquid. “I should get you a collar, so people know who to bring you to when you get lost.”

Normally he would have snapped at her for poking fun at his sense, or lack thereof, direction but he wasn’t listening to her. She’d come close enough for him to pick up her scent and maybe it was the alcohol intensifying his feelings, but it was suffocating him in a good way.

He loved the way she smelled. Tangerines from her soaps mixed with salty seawater and traces of sunscreen. A hint of orange blossom, but only when she was close to him like this. 

Zoro inhaled deeply through his nose and, without realizing it, his expression melted into something affectionate and gentle. ‘In two years she’d changed in so many different ways… but she still smelled the same. She still smelled like home.’

                                                        * * *

“What are you thinking about, Zoro?” Her voice void of it’s usual teasing tone, Nami’s curiosity was piqued by his sudden shift in demeanor. He looked soft and peaceful, like he didn’t have anything to worry about. She wanted to know why.

‘Ah, fuck.’ What was he supposed to tell her? That he was thinking about how good she smelled? ‘Yeah right.’ Zoro was quiet for a while, mulling over his words until he came up with an explanation that didn’t sound as creepy – but also wasn’t a lie.

“I guess..” he finally murmured, his gaze shifting to meet hers, “It’s just been a while and… I was thinking about how nice it feels to be back here, with everyone…” a brief pause then he added, “I missed you guys.” ‘Look at him being all gushy and emotional, this wine really was something else.’ Zoro reached to brush his fingertips by her temple, catching a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear, “I missed you.”

When had Zoro ever been this honest with her about the way he felt? Never was the answer, but now he seemed to trust her well enough to know she wouldn’t spill his secrets. Nami took his face in both of her hands, surprising him, and pulled his head down so she could kiss his forehead. “I missed you too, Zoro.”

Something about hearing her say that she’d missed him too broke a dam in his chest that he’d been trying to keep together for two years. Hormoness flooded through his bloodstream quicker than Zoro could even process them and before he knew it he was practically throwing his arms around Nami’s waist and crushing her against his chest.

“Nami—” he pressed his face into her neck to hide the tears that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Sober he might have cared about losing it like this around her but she was here and… ‘He just – needed to hold her.’ Hold her and smell her and feel how real she was because she had almost been taken from him.

‘He’d barely begun to process what he had been through on Thriller Bark when they were attacked in Sabaody. If he tried to think back on it his memories would get hazy and his bones would ache from their very cores. He knew what had happened but it’s like his brain was protecting him from understanding how close to death he’d come. Then – to be torn away from the people he loved with all of his heart? Who he had just nearly killed himself to protect?

It had ripped him apart and rubbed salt into every wound. And it fucking hurt. The same kind of pain he felt when he saw Kuina dead on the floor of their dojo. He was scared, he was furious, he was devastated – all over again but this time it was so much worse. So, so much worse.

That was why he had trained so hard over the last two years. Because he couldn’t bear the grief that came with loving them so deeply – so he got stronger. And stronger. And stronger. No matter the cost to his body, he would become powerful enough to defeat anyone who crossed them. Then… He would never have to feel the agony that he did when he first woke up on Kuraigana Island ever again.

Taking on all of Luffy’s suffering in Thriller Bark had been the most physically painful experience of his entire life – but that was nothing compared to how much it hurt to think that his friends were gone forever, that he hadn’t been able to protect them.

Training made it easy not to think about what had happened -- but now he was home, and they were safe - and he was realizing just how close he’d come to losing all of them. At once. And he could do nothing to stop it.’

Startled by him grabbing her, Nami was prepared to give the pirate a good smack if he was getting handsy but… He started trembling. ‘Was he not feeling well?’ Her mouth opened to form the question then stopped. His breathing hitched while his entire body jerked and she realized…

‘Zoro was crying.’

Roronoa Zoro, who prided himself on his strength, was sobbing wretchedly into her neck. ‘He must have been holding this in since Sabaody.’ Nami’s heart ached for him and his stupid pride that forced him to torture himself instead of letting him cry like he needed to. She’d been expecting him to crash at some point, how couldn’t he? Even someone as strong as Zoro was still a human being.

One of her arms cradled his head while the other wound round his shoulders, her fingers combing gently through his hair. “Oh you sweet, sweet boy…” she spoke in the tone that Bellemere used to use when Nami and Nojiko were frightened by a passing thunderstorm. It always calmed her, maybe it would calm Zoro, too.

‘Quit fucking crying you loser you’re supposed to be a man.’ But he couldn’t, he literally could not stop because he was trying to. “I wasn’t strong enough,” his voice quivered at the edges and he hated it. ‘He was definitely never going to drink this kind of wine again ever. Not if it turned him into a blubbering mess like this every time.’

“Shhh, no. No. Don’t you dare try to blame yourself for what happened. Hey, look at me.” Nami urged his head off her shoulder and cupped his face in both of her palms, “None of us were strong enough, okay? Not even Luffy.” Each tear that fell she tenderly swept away with the pad of her thumb. The corner of her mouth turned up as she assured him, “But we are strong enough now. We can take care of each other. Nothing is ever going to tear us apart again, Zoro.”

‘She was right. Of course, she was right. He needed to have faith in his crewmates and his captain. They could do anything as long as they had each other.’ His breathing slowly evened out as he focused on anchoring himself back to reality. He wasn’t in Sabaody or Kuraigana – he was on the Sunny. In the bar, with Nami who had grown so much since he last saw her. The look in his eye softened like it had before his breakdown.

“You’re staring at me again, Zoro.” The navigator teased, her hands falling to rest on his shoulders. He hadn’t let go of her yet but she didn’t mind, he could hold on to her for as long as he needed.

A ghost of his usual smirk passed across his face. “Sorry, Nami…” Zoro took a little risk by leaning in to press a chaste but lingering kiss to her cheek, then traced a path with the edge of his nose to her ear, murmuring, “Wine makes me a little… Messy.”

[scullyeffect]

i love reading your posts about being a nanny, its something i like the idea of but i dont think id ever be able to do it

it definitely takes a certain type of person i think, but you can also learn with experience. i have friends who suddenly become very ~aware of themselves~ when talking with a kid. like making sarcastic jokes or something and it’s like um...be yourself?? nobody likes being talked to in a patronising tone, or spoken to like a well behaved dog. but seriously, just be yourself. they already think you’re cool af for not being mom lol. and most kids don’t judge. the amount of times i’ve been self conscious about my appearance at work? zero. the amount of times i’ve been scared my boss will catch me on my phone? zero. the amount of times i’ve plucked a wedgie with confidence? every day. i’d been babysitting kids for like 8 years (including one 5 y/o girl who got dropped off at my house at 8 every morning and was picked up at 6pm five days a week for the entire summer when i was 16...wow) before i became an au pair, but i know people who wing it and are completely fine.

i think the real key to it being a job you can enjoy or be “good” at is patience. because at the end of the day you’re not the parent. it’s not fully up to you to discipline the kids. you get to go home at the end of the day. sometimes you have to bring problems up with the parents to deal with because you’re unsure about their protocol (the kids i take care of aren’t allowed to watch tv or use electronics, so when i showed them a trailer for a movie 6 was like ooooh i’m gonna tell mom!! and i was like fuck). one time 6 peed during a 5 floor elevator ride and i had to reassure her that it was okay, then spend ten minutes wiping up the mess with paper towels hoping to hell no one would need the elevator. luckily that sent her right into the shower so there was no war. like i could have lost my temper and been like WHY DIDN”T YOU JUST HOLD IT. YOU CLEAN IT UP. because she had been holding it for like 30 minutes and she’s 6. i learned from this and whenever one of them says they need to go i’m like WHO WANTS A PASTRY REAL QUICK LET’S GO SPEND 5 EUROS TO PEE.

but at the same time you end up being a really important factor in a child’s life. sometimes they’ll ask you questions they feel like they can’t ask their parents: the 15 y/o teenager i lived with for two years came into my room in tears saying she couldn’t figure out how to use a tampon and she didn’t want to ask her mom, the 9 year old got “the talk” from her mom but admitted to me that she didn’t understand and could she ask me some questions. you’re the one (in my case), who’s making sure they’re clean and have eaten and brushed their teeth before the parents come home. you’re the one helping with homework (and it’s really amazing to be able to be the one teaching a kid how to read at home. i’ve gotten to do this twice and it’s so exciting when they start wanting to read some of their bedtime story instead of letting you do it). at the end of the day it’s a really humbling job.

but patience and understanding is really key, also confidence. sometimes babysitters are the good guy, and you can get away with anything because mom and dad are out for the night. i think that’s normal and fun. but when you’re with the kids every day you don’t get to just be the good guy, or they won’t learn anything. and that’s hard!! because again, you don’t have the full parental authority. 

the absolute ABSOLUTE most important thing, which can either be the easiest or most difficult, is getting a solid routine going. especially with younger kids, but it’s good for all ages. once you have the routine set up you’re good for life. obviously sometimes you’ve gotta roll with a doctor’s appointment, or in my case the occasional public transport strike (”who wants to walk a mile today ladies!!!”) it’s especially nice when the kids unconsciously pick up on it and will sometimes prompt you like “how much time do we have to play until bath time?”, or “today is wednesday, so we’re going to the park, but can we go to this one instead of that one?”. so like with the kids i take of now the afternoon routine (except wednesday, which is different) is:

4:30pm: pick up from school, snack while we’re taking the metro back (bc otherwise they get antsy, they haven’t eaten since 11:30)

5:00-5:30pm: homework

5:30-6:30pm: play/read

6:30-7:00pm: one of them takes a bath/shower while i make dinner, the other one sets the table and helps with dinner, or she can read/play

7:00-whenever dinner is finished (normally 7:45pm)

7:45-8ish: second one takes a bath/shower while the other helps clear the table, then she can read/play, after that they both brush their teeth

8:00-9:00 the older one reads while i read to the younger one, or they’ll both listen to me read

also keep in mind this is france where eating late is normal, bedtime is probably later than the US (when i think about putting kids to bed at 7:30 in the US i feel like it’s the afternoon)

idk if you remember, but in september when i started taking care of 6 and 9 i was absolutely miserable. their parents had separated literally weeks before i arrived so the emotional dynamic was chaotic as hell, both apartments were in boxes, they were sleeping over at their grandparents’ house most nights, and here was this new girl they were supposed to trust. i met the girls for about 10 minutes in june when i had an interview, but the next time i saw them was the first day i picked them up from school. they still stress me out way more than the girls i lived with for two years (who were older, but overall just more well behaved), but i love them a lot. for the first two months i seriously thought i’d quit. i was so stressed out every day and felt like i was getting no support from the parents when i brought up problems i was having with their kids. now i really love them and i think they dig me too. 

so i think if you want to do it maybe try to get more experience babysitting and trying to get a steady babysitting job! i remember i would babysit the same toddler pretty often and i always had a loose routine with her so that when i came over she knew what to expect and i didn’t feel so harried at age 17. if you’re looking to be an au pair though, especially in a foreign country, you’ve gotta be picky as hell. i learned that from experience. if you don’t think you can handle a baby but you want to live in paris, you’ve gotta put your job before the location. if you do better taking care of boys (i do way better with girls. they’re so awful to each other if they have a sister, but the chaotic physical energy boys seem to have does not agree with me. they’re like dogs i’m like “time to play frisbee i need to wear you out”) look for a family with boys unless you think you can adapt. if you’re fine with both, go for it. if you want to learn/improve a foreign language, try to find a family that’s cool with you speaking their native language. people looking for anglophone nannies often have a 100% english policy. when i plugged in all my search criteria in 2016 i think i found five families total who fit the specifications. and then in addition to that i skyped all of them so i could try and sense if a Vibe was there. 

i’m sorry this is so long but i don’t have any au pair friends who kind of like...were there for the job as well as the city...so i never got to gab childcare. ask me all the questions.

[astrifica]

Literally he tries to control everything Nd now it’s mainly when i sleep Nd if I lock my door. Got up at 3am just to check Nd see if I’m awake Nd bang on my door aggressively waking ppl up. He screams Nd controls everything Nd doesn’t care about me says he’d throw I me out I can’t lock the door now even tho that’s the on,y way I get privacy

anonymous asked: Hey! I was wondering if u or anos/ppl had any tips on how to stay up without abusers noticing? He woke up at 3am to “see if I was sleeping” and banged on my door Nd woke everyone up bc I locked my door and was awake. If he catches me again it won’t be good at all. He controls everything Nd I just want to be able to be safe in my room and hide and do fun things/work that I need to finish.

Hey! First of I want to quickly say I’m not sure if you sent anything before these two asks, as this is all I’ve received. So please feel free to resend anything else!

I’m really sorry you’re stuck in such an abusive situation, and I hope you’ll be able to get out of this sooner rather than later! 

That being said, here are some tips I can think of at the moment from my own and others’ experiences:

✦ Try your best to figure out both spoken and unspoken rules on these things and make it appear as though you’re following them.

✦ Find out whether lights can be on (but I mostly suggest only using nightlights  or keeping your curtains open if you have windows to use light from streetlights at best due to that being the most believable). If not, make sure to keep your lights off while staying awake except for a phone light or (silent) flashlight that you can hide or turn off easily and make sure to keep it from shining towards the door.

✦ Stay in bed as much as possible when you’re expected to be asleep so you can easily pretend to be asleep.

✦ If you do need to be out of bed, prepare your bed for quickly getting back into it when you hear them getting up in any way. Make sure to also prepare excuses as to why you’re awake (needing to go to the bathroom, grabbing something like a glass of water in your room, etc.) in case you don’t make it back to bed in time, and act sleepy to make it look like you were sleeping before.

✦ Try to lock your door as little as possible if it’s against their rules to lock it even if it’s scary, because their reaction to breaking a rule like that is often the worse option. It really depends on whether that’s worth the risk in some situations though. If you can’t lock it at all, then don’t close it fully either as this’ll make it more likely for them to get angry and check. Instead, leave it open slightly so they can see a gap but not far enough that they can see you easily (if possible that is). If you do need to have your door closed for some reason (getting undressed for example) don’t actually close it, instead just leave as little of a gap as possible (this’ll also allow you to quickly pull it open further if you hear them).

✦ Wear socks to bed or keep them close enough that you don’t need to get up for if you need to quickly get up (it’s the quietest option for walking).

✦ Learn to figure out exactly where in the house noises come from and train yourself to recognise certain noises as needing to pretend to be asleep (like a creaking spot).

✦ Learn to recognise their breathing sounds for when they’re asleep so you know when it’s safe to do what.

✦ Try to train yourself to recognise who’s steps are who’s if you live with multiple people.

✦ Stash things like food, water, medication, first aid supplies, and important items (phones, bank info, birth certificate, IDs etc) in your room in hidden spots so you need to leave your room as rarely as possible (make sure to change the hiding spots regularly especially if they search your room and take as much with you as you can when you’re not home and they are).

✦ If it’s unsafe to go to the bathroom, get a something like a plastic container with a lid and hide that along with toilet paper, wet wipes, a silent form of air freshener etc in your room, and empty it when it’s safe to do so.

✦ If necessary, silence it when you have to use the toilet by first putting a layer of toilet paper and doing your business overtop of that.

✦ Keep an emergency bag in place and think out a plan along with backup options for if things get out of hand and you do need to run away. Remember to make a list beforehand of all you’ll need and include most in the bag already but keep it hidden. If needed keep a weapon with it as well and make sure to keep your important items in places you can quickly get them from!

✦ Make a recording of yourself while you’re sleeping when they’re not present and mimic your breathing patterns etc when pretending to sleep. If impossible, ask someone you know sometimes in a way that seems unrelated about things like if you ever murmur/talk/snore in your sleep etc and maybe even how (example: “so the other day I found out that x talked in their sleep and they said something rlly silly!” pause and continue convo as normal “do I ever do anything like that in my sleep?” and continue from there on) or mimic it from videos of other people and general knowledge on it (like slowing your breathing).

✦ Keep most toiletries in your room so you can largely do morning/evening routines from your room.

✦ Keep your volume low and always wear earbuds but never wear two if you listen to things, keep the ear thats towards the door free to hear people coming.

✦ Think out how you’re going to hide things like your phone when you have to pretend to be asleep (under your mattress, under your clothes, in your pillowcase etc).

✦ Think out the position you’ll lay in when you have to pretend to be asleep, make sure not to make it too rigid and maybe let your blanket hang off you some to make it seem like you’ve been sleeping for longer.

✦ Do most activities from your bed or if you can’t, make it look like you’re tidying up or grabbing something so you can easily hide that you were doing anything. 

✦ Disguise noises with other noises: if you have to open something or put something loud down, cough/make a sneezing noise overtop of it.

✦ Make sure to always wear clothes that at least look like sleeping clothes if you’re up when they don’t want you to.

There are all I can think of right now, but if anyone else has any more to add, please reblog this, add them in the replies, or send me an ask so I can add them to the post!

Additionally, here is a post with some general tips on surviving abuse!

I really wish there was more I could do to help but know that I’m sending lots of love your way and that if you ever need to vent or talk about these things my inbox and DMs are open! ♡

[mysticalday6]

Hated | YDW

"Oof okay but angs-fluff is GOOD

So if you like, I'd love to request some Dowoon angst fluff with like ?? people/fansites/knetz whateved being annoying af about his s/o?? Like them thinking that the s/o isn't good enough for him, bc they are older of taller or foreign or shorter or anything at all. Make that as angsty as you like!

And then pls a cute fluff ending bc we all need Dowoon comforting us tbh"

Ask and you shall recieve, Love!

Pairing: Idol!Dowoon x Fan!Reader

Gender-Neutral

Warning(s): Mentions of depression and insomnia from sasaeng/disrespectful fans.

Requested by Anon

Angst-Fluff

[10:07PM] "Why is he even with them?"

"He could do so much better."

"They doesn't deserve him."

These comments were never a huge thing for you in the past. When you and Dowoon first confirmed your relationship, it seemed as if you were the lucky couple who got more support than hate.

However, the media started to hate you as the relationship aged.

You two were seen as the picture-perfect idol-fan relationship of the Korean rock industry. You were constantly on ALLKPOP, Soompi, and Dispatch for simply breathing near each other. Fans simply adored you two together.

Now, however, there was no way that would ever come back.

The media sees you as a threat now. Jealous fans see you as an obstacle. Sasaengs see you as someone trying to steal Dowoon away from everyone else. It was as if they did a complete 180 and backstabbed you.

And you could not take it anymore.

"Oh look, it's them. Without Dowoon."

"Oh, thank God for that. He must be embarrased being seen with them all the time."

"Can they seriously just stop associating with Day6? It's clear the boys don't like them."

Hearing this talk was normal now. Whenever you went out of your house, there was at least one person giving you snide remarks.

Especially when you went clothes shopping; what you were doing now.

"It's clear they don't care about beauty standards. Who wears hoodies that baggy?"

"They're just covering their insecurities because they know Dowoon doesn't like them."

You drummed your fingernails against the counter, hanging your head down to avoid looking anyone in the eyes. They would see you weak, and that would give them something to poke fun at. Your eyes were already glossy with tears from earlier, and now those suppressed tears were returning.

Quickly taking the bag from the cashier once she finished everything, you stormed out of the small store to your apartment.

Of course, the crowd who noticed you followed you all the way to the lobby of your apartment building. As the intense hatred from fans grew, the security in your apartment building tended to notice the strange people who would try to follow you back into your apartment, and would post camp by the elevator and require ID to be shown to use it. Which kept fans away from you as you hid from the world.

"There they are! You live in this dingy place?"

"You'd expect someone dating Dowoon to live somewhere decent."

"This place is decent for everyone but them."

Of course, they attacked anything small they could. First it was your clothes, then your piercings, and now your apartment building.

Retreating through the halls to your apartment after a long elevator ride, you felt your chest tighten after punching in your code. Who knew what would await you once you opened the door. Some days, you were greeted by your kitten Merlin hissing for food. Other days, you noticed a completely littered floor, as the depression you had developed prevented you from having any energy to clean.

You were greeted with hissing.

Sighing in relief, you bent down to scoop Merlin in you arms. His pale ginger fur rubbed against you, and his paws tapped your cheeks slightly. Closing the door behind you and kicking your shoes off, you returned Merlin to his cat tower.

"It's okay, Merlin. Mommy's here to feed you."

You placed the bag down on the coffee table, heading inside the kitchen to make Merlin a bowl of food. You heard the distant ring of your phone coming from inside your bag.

"Why now?"

Tiredly, you set Merlin's food bowl on the floor, causing the ginger cat to jump off the cat tower and practically run into the kitchen at Sonic speed, almost tripping you in the process. You trudged your way towards the bag, fishing your phone out and accepting the call.

"Why did you never tell me the hate got this bad?" Dowoon asked.

Silence consumed you.

"You're home, right?" He asked. "If you are, please stay there and don't move. I'm on my way. If you aren't there, please get home quickly-"

"What are you talking about?" You asked him.

"Your Twitter is blowing up with nasty replies from fans. I could also sense something was wrong. I'm almost there, Love-"

Distant screaming was heard over the line, causing you to pull the phone away from your ear as the line cut out. MyDays. You knew where he was.

However, your mind was not processing anything. So when the door to your apartment opened, and you stood completely still, Dowoon knew something was wrong.

"Lovebug, are you alright?" Dowoon called out, reaching out to cup your cheek with his hand.

Your lack of movement scared him. He slowly used his hand to move your face towards his. He noticed the lack of emotion in your eyes, the glossiness that covered the true colour of your eyes, the way your skin was cold, and the bags under your eyes. He spotted a grey hair among your otherwise coloured locks.

"Just what happens when I'm not around?" He asked, brushing his thumb under your bottom eyelid.

You wanted to respond, you really did, but the lack of sleep was catching up to you. You wanted to fall alseep badly now that he was back, and once he could fasten a grip around your waist, you blacked out into slumber.

"I can't believe you're being treated like this by people who adored you." He sighed, lifting your legs up to carry you to your bed. "What would cause someone to hate someone they loved?"

He laid you down on your bed, tucking the duvet over your sleeping figure, noticing how quickly your head adjusted into the pillow. He laid down next to you, placing himself underneath the covers and wrapping his arms around your torso.

"I want you to be safe. And by all means, I will keep you safe. Maybe it's time we get you and Merlin out of here."

He pulled you closer to him, watching as sleep consumed your features. It was times like these that made Dowoon want to run away with you and Merlin and never come back. He wanted to keep you safe, happy, and healthy. He needed to keep you safe. If something ever happened to you, he would never forgive himself.

"Maybe it's time I ask you to move in with me."

[dlaurellance]

I was going to just post a few facts about Laurel, but this turned into a huge ass bio. I realized that there were too many details needed to really sum her up in something small, so.. enjoy the novel below the cut.

Let me just say too before I start that all of the stuff mentioning Sara was worked out with Kae, the mun playing her, so everything was agreed upon and plotted out together bc that’s what happens when your character’s life intertwines with someone else’s :)

Dinah Laurel Lance grew up in New York with her sister Sara, and their parents, Dinah and Quentin Lance. Laurel was a relatively serious little girl. She was level headed, she was determined. Their father was a cop, and their mother was a teacher. Laurel initially wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a cop too, but over the years she decided that being a lawyer was a better route for her. She was set on that as her career path, and nothing was going to get in her way. As she grew up, Laurel had taken numerous fighting and self defense classes, as her father wanted to be sure she could defend herself if that situation ever occurred.

Her relationship with her sister was good. They were close for years. Laurel could remember their days playing in the snow, playing dress up, playing with dolls, and pretending they were older with their dream jobs. Naturally Laurel often felt a lot of responsibility; she was the oldest, she needed to set a good example, even though there was only a few years between the two of them. It was why, although she was reluctant, she would help Sara fight bullies. She would do anything for her sister. But part of Laurel held a bit of resentment— being the oldest was hard sometimes, and she had her days where she wished Sara would just disappear. 

She never thought that Sara would actually disappear though. After word got out that her sister and her troublemaker friends had gotten into a boating accident, Laurel wasn’t sure how she felt. She was sad that her sister was gone, probably dead. But she was more angry that Sara hung around those people in the first place. Laurel turned to alcohol to help her deal with the loneliness and grief and anger. She wasn’t drinking heavily, just a few glasses whenever she started to feel down. As she finished up school, she also put her focus more into training, the exercise was good for her. Not only that, but sparring against other people was how she got her anger out the best. 

When a few of Sara friends were found alive, Laurel was seeing red. How dare they live? She wanted them dead, she felt like that’s what they deserved. The night they were all back in New York was the night Laurel decided she was going to get justice for her sister. In the dark of night, she killed them. She didn’t have any guilt or remorse for her actions. All it did was make her feel powerful. She felt like she had avenged her sister’s death by killing them, since they were the ones she was with.

Laurel couldn’t help herself. She found herself out and about at night, trolling the streets looking for criminals. One night, her trainer caught her. Instead of turning her in or trying to stop her, he joined her. That was when she realized that this wasn’t his first rodeo. He was a vigilante, and Laurel was inspired. She dubbed herself the Black Canary. Laurel chose ‘Black Canary’ as her name as a nod to her sister. Sara had a canary growing up, and while the bird occasionally drove her nuts, she would always remember how much Sara loved it. Laurel’s cat ate the bird after Sara let it out by accident. The dead bird ultimately inspired her, because it was a reminder of her sister, and it being dead was representative of her goals, eliminating those in the world who had done her, her community, or her family wrong. The two of them were constantly going after people they thought needed to be taught a lesson. Whether their targets ended up hurt or dead, they didn’t care. He and Laurel ended up becoming more than a vigilante team, he also ended up being her boyfriend. They were together for a few months. Her skills got significantly better after he trained her more after hours. He has skills that he would never explain how he learned, but he made sure to teach her. But after a fight against someone in the field that left him in critical care, he ended up passing a few days later. Laurel turned back to the bottle, drinking more than she had before. 

With a job as a DA, Laurel needed to keep herself together. But the worse she got, the less competent she became at work. Eventually, they let her go. She was no longer a DA, she was was unemployed and her parents were not impressed. So Laurel just continued on as the Black Canary, trying to rid the world of the terrible people in it. After a night of fighting while she was drunk that ended in a gunshot wound to the abdomen, Laurel hung up the Black Canary suit for a little while. She sobered up, and she went back to school. Flash forward a little while. Laurel is finishing up with a new degree, she’s still struggling a bit with sobriety, and suddenly it turns out that her sister is back, ALIVE. Laurel didn’t know how to feel. She was angry because Sara was alive and never called. She was angry because she blamed Sara for her problems. She blamed her for the alcohol addiction, which carried over to her blaming her for losing her job. 

As she opened up her flower shop, Laurel continued to struggle. Sara being back gave Laurel a reason to go back out as the Black Canary. She was mad, she needed an outlet, and fighting crime seemed like a good way to find some release. She couldn’t bring herself to be on good terms with Sara. Try as she might, it just wasn’t working. But eventually, she caved. Being angry was exhausting, and after a tearful reconciliation, Laurel was ready to move forward. She started putting more effort into her sobriety, and her business was flourishing. She continued her night job as a vigilante, and for the first time in a long time, Laurel felt content. It was like things were the way they were meant to be. 

Nobody knew about her night job. She wanted to keep it that way. People around New York were aware of a woman in black running around killing and injuring people, but they could never catch her. They could never ID her. The new addition of a mask to her leather jacket, bodysuit, and fishnets was enough to conceal her identity. As the days and weeks passed, Laurel quickly became aware that she wasn’t the only person running around in a mask. She was frequently finding herself engaging in hand to hand combat, and fights involving numerous weapons.

There was one person in particular she had been after for weeks. They’d had a few close encounters, but they kept getting away. It was infuriating. He had a gun, and so did she, but it just never seemed to amount to a win. One night, she noticed they weren’t completely alone. But what she wasn’t expecting was while she was scoping out the scene from a distance, seeing another person dressed as a vigilante on the other end of the gun he held. Laurel got closer, and shortly after he fired and turned around, she threw a knife straight into his chest. He dropped, and Laurel went to investigate the person who had been shot. She never thought it would be Sara, but it was. Laurel broke down in tears, holding her sister’s lifeless body in her arms. 

No more than a week after Sara was buried, Laurel was trying to push it out of her mind. She didn’t want to think about it. She just threw herself into work, and poured her energy into fighting and running the shop. 

A month later, there was an explosion at the laboratory near her flower shop. Laurel wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, but she had let out a scream as she heard the blast. She felt a wave of what she could only describe as strong energy washing over her in that moment. She didn’t know what that meant, but she didn’t think much of it until the next time she came face to face with Sara’s killer. She was mad, she wanted to end him. And when she opened her mouth to speak, instinct took over and she screamed instead. But it wasn’t a normal scream. It was.. different, it was almost magical. It was enough to knock him down. So she got closer and tried again, letting the screams out at him until he was dead. She quickly took to the internet that night to look up what it meant when someone randomly ended up with powers, and she realized she had become what people called a meta-human. Using her newfound powers was exciting, and Laurel felt so, so powerful. 

Almost a year passed since she lost Sara, and Laurel started to think back about things Sara had told her after the reconciled. She remembered hearing about a special pit that could resurrect her. It took some work, but she eventually brought Sara’s body there to be brought back. She wanted her sister back, it wasn’t fair that she was taken away from her. She wished he had remembered the pit sooner than this. But it was better late than never. The woman who came out of those bubbling waters though was not her sister. It looked like her, but she was different. She was a monster. She tried to help Sara remember, but it didn’t work. 

Sara had told her about a friend, a magical friend. Back when she told her, she thought her sister was full of shit. But after accumulating powers of her own, she realized it wasn’t so far fetched. She went through some of Sara’s things, and used the resources she had to track the person down to restore her soul. And ever since, Laurel has been trying to make sure Sara’s okay. She doesnt want to see anything bad happen to her again. Laurel hasn’t told Sara yet about being the Black Canary, nor has she told Sara that she knows she was going out as a vigilante too. 

Laurel’s life is crazy, between her work at night and keeping busy with the flower shop. But she is content. She sometimes misses being DA, and wonders if she’d be able to get back into that. It wasn’t like she had been banned from everywhere forever, she just got fired from that DA office. And as long as nobody finds out she’s a criminal herself, she’s all set.

Despite being viscous and hot tempered at night when she’s out running around in a mask, everyday Laurel is actually relatively kind. She’s more fair and just during the day, and she’s smart, she’s determined, and she is a hard worker. She can be rather manipulative, and she’s good at getting people to bend to do what she wants. She has a lot of love for her friends and family, and is ridiculously protective. 

So, there you have it. That’s Laurel. I pulled bits and pieces of different versions of Laurel and mushed it into one person and ended up with this. She’s.. something else tbh, but please love her. If anyone wants to plot, just give this a like or just hmu!

[every1studio]

a new beginning // MXM

hello all! this is a BRAND NEW scenario blog (I’ve moved from @wanna1studio). To start off this blog; I’ll be writing a piece with MXM. AM OPEN FOR REQUESTS AS WELL

genre: fluff + friendly rivalry between MXM

ficstyle: bulletpoints / oneshot 

summary: with all your hard work and perseverance, you started working at Cafe Hallyu Doin’ where many celebrities come by. although you respected the celebs, you weren’t too big of a fan to ask get a chance to talk to every celeb that comes by. but one day you notice them starting to go out of their way to talk to you... 

note: I still have my old account open to finish “JBJ SHAREHOUSE” series and I want to keep some of my works up so that people can still read them. But I’ll be taking requests on this blog (:

“congrats, y/n!!! I wish I got accepted to work at Cafe Hallyu Doin’...” 

your friends congratulated you for getting accepted

Cafe Hallyu Doin’ is an exclusive cafe made for celebs/rich people so they can comfortably get coffee and hang out with other celebs/rich peope

its above a celebrity salon so many of them get coffee or something to eat from the cafe before/after their appointments

you thought you only got accepted because you weren’t too big on fawning over celebrities

(you were in it for the pay; THE PAY WAS TOO GOOD TO NOT APPLY)

FLASHBACK (to the interview)

“so y/n, who’s your celebrity crush?”

“I don’t really have time to have crushes with celebrities.. don’t get me wrong they are all very good looking, but looking at good looking people aren’t going to pay for my rent or college tuition.”

after saying that all the interviewers started to nod and scribble something down

“please be on the lookout for a call to let you know if you got the job”

 BACK TO THE PRESENT

you finished up your avocado-smoked salmon toast 

“okay guys I gotta go to work now.. I’m closing tonight so I’ll see you guys in class tomorrow”

“TAKE LOTS OF PICS FOR US AND POST IT IN OUR GROUP CHAT”

you heard your friends say

“crazy kiddos, you know I won’t do it”

walked out of the restaurant and you heard your friends saying how it was a waste and all but they wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t wanted

before you walked into the building, you took out to wear your STAFF ID CARD lanyard

the only way you could get into the cafe was through the salon

and the only way to get into the salon is with an ID card, appointment card, or you’re a literal celeb

“oh it’s you! so it seems like you got the job, congrats!” you saw the salon’s receptionists; twins; boy and girl

you saw them when you came in for your interview last week

“thank you...I’m surprised you see a lot of people everyday, how do you even remember me?” you blushed

they both giggled

“it’s because we don’t see a lot of new faces; we usually get our regulars and you’re incredibly cute, who wouldn’t remember you? I’m Jun and this is my sister, Jane”

you were flustered; “um.. nice to meet you both of you.. I’ll be heading up then” 

you bowed slightly and rushed up to the cafe

THUD

you bumped into someone and looked up to say sorry as quickly as you could without being rude

“I’m so sorry, I’m going to be late on my first day. I’m sorry”

it was the first day at work and you didn’t want to be late by even one second

“hey you dropped your-” 

you were already gone

the person picks up your cell phone 

“ya we should give it back to them” the person next to the person that you bumped said

the one that picked up your phone smiled, “I don’t think they knows us, should we photobomb their phone?”

the other guy smacks him in the head, “THAT’D BE RUDE.. wait who do we know who to give it to, we barely saw their face?”

they clicked your phone to see if your lockscreen would give them a clue

you had a picture of you and your long-haired Scottish-fold cat 

“WOW SHE’S A CUTIE”

the guys fight over your phone as they also make their way up to the cafe

up in the cafe, you didn’t need lots of help since you worked at many cafes before

all you needed to do was learn how to make their specialty items and specific etiquette to dealing with customers at the cafe

“you’ll do good. from what I see, you’re respective and polite. you have many skills, I’m glad to have you on the team” the owner sticks his hand out to shake yours

you took it with two hands, “thank you for speaking highly of me, I won’t let you down”

“I need to bake some cakes so if you need anything, I’ll be in the back. Wonho (the owner’s son) will be coming in soon as well so don’t worry”

you nodded and helped out the customers at the front

they seemed to be huffing and puffing 

(were they that thirsty to rush here for drinks?)

“hello, how may we help yo-”

“(huff) you bumped (huff) into me earlier (huff)” one says as he leans over the counter

(oh no... you can’t get a complaint! you just got this job!) you started to get worry but you didn’t lose your composure

“I am so sorry, sir. is ther-”

but the guy next to the guy who you bumped into interrupted you

“you (huff huff) dropped your phone (huff)” he hands your phone

you were relieved it wasn’t anything like he wanted to sue you for touching him

“oh thank you so much” you reach for your phone with two hands but he jerks it back

“but I’ll only give it back if you give me your number”

“YA YOUNGMIN I WAS THE ONE THAT SHE BUMPED INTO”

“i WAS THE ONE THAT BROUGHT THE PHONE TO HER, DONGHYUN-AH”

you saw someone come up from behind them and grab them by the ears

“I’m so sorry if they caused you any problem, I’ll go deal with these kids asap” 

“MANAGER HYUNG WE SHOULD AT LEAST GET DRINKS BEFORE WE GO!” Donghyun whines in agony

“YEAH MANGER HYUNG!” Youngmin cries in unison

the manager lets go of their ears, “does she even know who you guys are? please introduce yourselves before kiddos”

“Brand New, hello, we are MXM”

you clapped in response to them

“so uh... miss y/n.. if I were drink what would it be?” Donghyun smiles

but he flinches when the manager threatens to pull them away

“hmm.. Donghyun if you were a drink then you’d be an iced cold-press Vietnamese coffee” 

“what about me?” Youngmin scoots Donghyun over

“Youngmin.. mmm.... you’d be a light caramel frappe with an espresso drizzle..”

“ooohhhhh we’re so sophisticated” Donghyun says

honestly you just went off by their hair color and outfits that they wore

they paid for their drinks and waited for you to make them

instead of waiting like how normal people would for coffee, they acted like little kids

“okay but like what are you doing now?”

“how does that machine work?”

“can you add more condense milk to mine?”

“ya kids can y/n please do her job in peace?” the manager looked really stressed so you made an iced americano for him (on the house bc the man was getting grey hair from stress when he didn’t even look that old)

when the boys got their drinks, they used your phone to take a selfie

“let’s take a selfie to commemorate your first day on the job!” Youngmin says as he stretches his arm out

you looked back at the owner and he gave you an okay sign

CLICK

“y/n!! we’ll be back tomorrow! it’s only just the beginning! I’ll make sure I’ll win your heart!” Donghyun waves

“ya not if I win it first” Youngmin nudges Donghyun

you bowed as they left bickering

“whoa, I’m surprised y/n stayed professional the whole time, huh dad?”

“so who do you like more y/n ah?”

you turned to look at the owner and his son both have their heads in their hands 

it seemed like they viewed the whole spectacle as if it was a drama

“you know Dad? if I was y/n, I’d chose Youngmin”

the dad looks at him, “what? I’d chose Donghyun!”

oi vey

you never answered them 

(so this happened) you posted the pic in the group chat and you were bombarded with questions in all caps

every since that one day, those boys have been visiting the cafe every single day to the point where they consider you as their friend

they even made you change your lockscreen to the one that they took with you the first day you guys met

but really... who would you choose?

END

[baybert]

That last ask

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?

“Well this is kinda awkward, didn’t really see this coming .”

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

We cool, i got uninvited to her wedding tho

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

Depends on the type, anything other than but or hallucinogens id be concerned  

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

Ye, but by one

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

Probably sober? Honestly been so long i can’t remember

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

Lmao, Is there really any other way to do it?

7. What does your last received text say?

“Yeee!”

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

Too many to count tbh

9. Where was your last kiss at?

Probably at her parents house

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

Earlier today!

11. What do you drink in the morning?

Usually a fruit smoothie

12. Where did you sleep last night?

Floor of my grandmas living room

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

They are, but they can be so worth

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?

Less money towards alcohol, more towards tattoos

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

Not between us, her fiance would be trippin tho

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

Rainy for sure bro

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

Not as far as I know

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

Nah, athletic shorts atm

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

Probably not i feel

20. Does anyone like you?

Yeah, im pretty sure

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

Yeah, like once 

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?

Nah

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

Is myself an option?

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

A better question is where i wouldnt consider getting one

25. In the past week have you cried?

like twice, last time was bc isaw a post of this little boy playing at his friend’s grave

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?

Black lab ily Bojack

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? 

Out, do People do it in?

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

Nah

29. Do you think you’re old?

Sure feel like, shit

30. Do you like text messaging?

Yeah, im better at talking when i have time to construct my messages

31. What type of day are you having?

Ehhhh

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

Nah, but i want my eyebrow pierced

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

Cold is better for cuddling, but warm wins bc swimming

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

A couple

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

A fling sounds fun, but it really depends on who im talking to 

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

I think im simple

37. What song are you listening to?

Rainbow in the dark- Dio

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?

Usually yeah 39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

Not, really. Tbh i don’t think anyone really does at this point 40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

She like crazy cute, just really one of those people who’s like a shining light 41. When did you last receive a text message?

1:06 pm 42. What is wrong with you right now?

I’m just a sad guy tbh 43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

Pretty well, i think 44. Does anyone disgust you?

Myself again? lol 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

Again, depends on who 46. Are you in a good mood right now?

Been a couple day tbh 47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

My dad 48. What color shirt are you wearing?

Purple and black 49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

Boss told us that we gotta finish this one job tomorrow, gonna be a long fucking day 50. Anyone you’re giving up on?

Feel like the opposite happened tbh 51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?

Nah, ain’t no one responsible for my feelings but me yo

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

Nah, if im at that point its probably over 53. Do you like rain?

I love it yo 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

Only if they ain’t sharing 55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

I mean yeah, hasn’t everybody? 56. Do you like to cuddle?

Love to, unless its too hot.  57. Are you shy?

Sadly 58. Do you get along with girls?

As much as anyone else i guess 59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

Been on a date or two, but im not sure if that counts 60. What do you carry with you at all times?

Phone, wallet 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

Fuck yeah, im be getting to know the ghost n shit 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

Done it before 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

Nah 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

Very 65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

Not really that i can think of tbh

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

22 23 and 22

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?    

I’ll just have my lil sis do em 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?

Leopard i guess 69. Do you have any stickers on your car?    

I got a pogo one on my truck 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?    

no idea who Luke Bryan is tbh, so i guess Weezy 71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?    

Android 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?    

I think like two or three weeks ago 73. Do you like diet soda?    

Nah man, fuck that 74. What color are the walls in your room?    

What room? 75. Are you 16 or older?    

bouta be 22 76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?    

Never have 77. Do you have a job?    

I am currently an HVAC Apprentice    78. What are your initials?    

RTE 79. Did you ever have braces?    

Never, thankfully ive never needed em. that shit expensive yo 80. Are you from the south?    

Southern Cali, so nah

81. What does your last status on facebook say?    

“The police force has always been the most dangerous gang in america. Being unaccountable for your actions is a hell of a drug, absolute power and all that” 82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?    

Nah 83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?    

Probably my dad, but i love them both equally 84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?    

nah, gymnastics is cool af tho 85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?    

Rogue one 86. Do you smoke?

Bud,yeah 87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?    

Flip flops, heels look uncomfortable af 88. Is your phone touch screen?    

Yeah, shits cool 89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?    

Curly i guess,think its more wavy tho 90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?    

Never had to tbh 91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?    

Lake sounds cool 92. Have you ever made out in a car?    

Shit fun yo 93. …Had sex in a car?    

Shits even more fun yo. Especially road head 94. Are you single or in a relationship?    

Currently single 95. What were you doing last night at midnight?    

Sleeping, like i should be rn 96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?    

Tuesday, cousin and brother put on a fucking show yo 97. Do you like the camera on your phone?    

Its pretty alright, nothing too special 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?    

Nah, seems cool tho 99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?    

A couple times 100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?    

Why would i do that? 101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?    

Like twice 102. Name your favorite Kesha song:    

Only one i know is tick tock tbh

103. Do you have any tan lines right now?    

Farmers tan ftw 104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?    

Probably not, i don’t really do boots unless its for work

[viperssvenom]

Slept over baby boy’s Friday and Saturday. I wasn’t supposed to sleep over but I got to and I’m so happy I did. Friday night we watched some basketball, cuddled, and talked about my blog. I also let him go through my notes and bby boy found the note with all of my dreams and he saw the 4/19/17 one. We talked about it for a while, and then he said I love you first. I almost actually cried lmao. he said it again when we were kissing and said how good it felt to say it, and I agreed, I love you so much baby boy. He also told how he knew he loved me from the day we went to Bella and when he walked me home and I called him to make sure he was okay. After talking about that, I showed him some of my blog. I told him up to the picture of us and he went like two posts past that lmaoooo. AHHH he also read my notes for him, w/ the list of why he’s the bestest and he read what I wrote about him “settling” and he told me he wasnt just “setting” for me. He told me that even if he was, he wouldn’t want to be with anyone else anyways. I don’t remember much of what else happened, but I think we just went to sleep after that. I love sleeping next to baby boy so much 😭. I love that whenever we sleep together we have to hold hands, not just one, but both hands lmao. I also love waking up next to him, it feels so nice lol. But when we woke up, the first thing we did was watch get out. The movie wasn’t as good as it was hyped up to be, and it was a lot funnier than it was scary, but it’s categorized as horror??!? but then, we watched Star Wars: ep VII with Philip, and it was a pretty good movie. Finally met bb-8 tho, he’s (??) so cute lmao. But we fell asleep during the middle of the movie :) I was out like a light lmaoo. But when I woke up we finished watching Star Wars, then we went to get Wendy’s and I swear it wasn’t raining when we were walking to Wendy’s, but it definitely was raining when we were walking back. lmao, ray if you’re reading this, I’m not taking that back! Love you thooo. We went outside for a while after he got Philip into bed. I could tell he was upset, so I just hugged him and let him talk when he was ready. I’m not going to lie, it was hard for me to listen to him because I wanted/ want to help and i didn’t know how to. For now, the most I can do is keep baby boy calm when I can, and talk to Philip and check up on him when I can. Saturday night, we went to sleep very late again lmao. baby boy gave me space to do my homework, so I worked on that until like 1 am. After that, baby boy suggested to practice dancing, and I refused bc I cannot dance lmaoo, so then he asked me what I wanted to do and I suggested a scary movie, but he didn’t want to watch one 😭😭 but then I remembered he said we would watch a Jenna marbles’ video, so thats what we did. He still didn’t laugh as much, smh. but after that, he also still didn’t want to watch a scary movie, so I asked him what he wanted to do and he said go through his tag 😭😭 but I let him anyways lmao. I told him not to comment on anything, and he did anyways lmao. basically he said he felt the same for most of what I wrote. and idk, it just feels nice to have finally shown him, but at the same time very embarrassing lmao. After he read everything, he went through his tag again and commented on stuff esp parts where I talked down on myself. But before that, I’m pretty sure we talked about him overthinking, and how he worries that maybe we’re just getting along because he’s my first and that he’s afraid someone might come along and do it better. But, I just want him to know that I love him so much for reasons I can’t explain. I just love him for him, maybe one day I will be able to explain it though, because I want him to know why I do. and there is no one on this earth that I would rather be with, spend my weekends with, walk around town for closed ice cream shops, FaceTime late at night, and sleep next to. After talking about his insecurities, we talked about mine, most importantly my stomach. He told me my body is beautiful, and I know he thinks that and wants me to remember that, and I will remember that, but I want to be able to accept my body without needing other people’s opinions about it and needing other people to compliment me for me to feel good about myself. Bc I was sitting facing him, he laid me down and pulled my shirt up to show me that my stomach was literally nothing, I still don’t feel like it’s nothing, but I have been feeling better about it since. Also, he had his hand on my stomach when he said it, and it felt nice. I love whenever he puts his hands on my stomach or my back, it just feels really nice lmaoo. but then after that we both agreed not to talk about poopy stuff anymore so he suggested dancing again and I told him I would dance if it was on the couch, so we danced while sitting on the couch lmaooo. he let me play my music so I played some songs off of digital druglord, ballerina by belly, some of his songs of choice, and then cherry hill by russ 👀😜 LMAO. towards the end of the song we started to kiss and then it got pretty intense (in a good way). he felt my boobs and kept asking me if it was okay and I told him yes everytime, but he was still nervous lmao. At first it did feel weird bc it was new for the both of us lmaooo. but after a while I got used to it and it felt nice, mostly bc I love having his hands on me. he told me like twice to move my hands lmaoooooo, I didnt want to move them because I didnt want to let go of him lmao. but he laid me down a few times and each time he did, I could feel how fast his heart was beating, I was going to point it out but I didnt because I didnt want to ruin the moment, plus I love listening to his heart beat, esp when we’re just chilling. But anywayss, yeah so we were getting pretty into it and at one point he lifted up my shirt and asked me if it was okay, I said yes and then he proceeded to kiss my boobs lol, it was nice but also awkward, so we just laughed it out lmao. but thats basically what we did for like 45 minutes lmaoo. During that time though, he also kept asking me how far and I didnt know what to say, and I still dont lmao, but he said that sex was not an option and honestly I am relieved he clarified that lmao. But after that, I sat on his lap again and then we talked about how we might not get that kind of chance again because its going to be harder to slip away and sleep over his house once ate is outtie :(. But then we went to sleep, and all I can remember is laying on top of him and then falling asleep like that and then sometime in between that switching back to our normal position lmao. Last night when we were talking about consent and everything, he told me how he wanted to be transparent about everything between us, and I appreciate it so much. like he’s not afraid to talk about anything with me, and I wish it was as easy for me to talk to him about things as it is for him to talk to me. Also bby boy said how he thinks there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, regarding his tag, but uhhh it’s pretty corny sooo yaah also, he commented on the post where I said he is out of my league and told me it was the other way around, but false because he’s too lovely  he also said how he’s considered dating me even before Matt’s party, but like I can’t imagine why before Matt’s party bc I don’t think id ever really spent time with him before then

On Sunday morning though, I woke up to him holding my face and also felt him trying to hold my hands. I also love when he does that because I love knowing he’s there even if I am already laying down next to him. he asked me what the best part of waking up was and I said I don’t know and he said waking up next to me 😭😭😭 I don’t remember what else happened but I remember him asking to send himself some posts so I let him and he said that he’d consider starting to write stuff too. When he was going through my blog, he saw the post about the phone call from when we went to the diner, and he said how he did say “love you” 😭😭 ALSO HE COMMENTED ON THE POST WHERE I SAID HIS VOICE IS SEXY LMAOO and then teased me about the abs post, boy I should have never posted it lmaooo. but then we chilled for a little bit, and watched one punch man, and I got hungry before we were supposed to leave so I asked to eat and we made lo mein, and ah the asian jokes will never get old lmaoo. but we ate and watched some more Star Wars. while we were eating though I saw him picking at his thumb and I saw how bad it was (the worst I have seen it yet) and I got worried and tried to get him to stop but he said he does it whenever he’s stressed, so I left him to it for a little bit, but then he kept picking at it more and I got upset and tried not to stress but got really sad when he said it was time to go home, I don’t know why but those words just triggered something to make me really sad, not about going home but more of leaving baby boy. he pulled me into the kitchen and I couldn’t pull myself to tell him what was on my mind. I told him we should start going, but he said he wasn’t moving until I told him so we just stood there in each other’s arms for a while. and I tried to go into the living room again, but he sat down and pulled me to him so we just stayed there for a while again. But I still couldn’t tell him, so I went into the living room and I got my stuff ready and put the dishes in the sink and walked over to baby boy again. He got up tho bc I tried to walk away again and told him that it was nothing, but then he told me that I was killing him by not telling him and that hurt me a little so I hugged him and he let me write out what was bothering me, which was his thumb and how it just felt like a minor form of self harm to me. But he told me that it was nothing to worry about and how its been like that since he could remember, but it still worries me. after we got that over with though, we starting walking to my house. I still think my way is faster but imma let bby boy rock lmaoo. but we got to mcquillan and I still didnt want to leave him but he’s going to be outtie at the end of this week and I will get to see him on Friday so I feel a little better about that. but that was my weekend, pretty much a rollercoaster of everything lmao. 

oo also, he also pointed out how I called him baby boy on my posts even before we established it lmaoooo oops also there was a point before we talked about our insecurities where we talked about uuuuhhhhhhhhhh (forgotti what I was going to say) oo, but we do pretty much have our handshake down tho, its litttyy also going through his phone was really nice. to see that he saves legit every picture he takes of me/ we take together lmao he said he could tell I was dreaming, but honestly I can’t remember lmaooo walked me home, when I got home, I jumped into bed and hugged my body pillow. closed my eyes for a few and thought I was still at baby boys :/ he also plays with my earrings, I don’t know why or how but it makes me happy lmao Also I love looking into his eyes just bc their beautiful lmao ahhhh we also talked about college difficulties, like how its going to be a lot harder to see each other but he said we would figure it out and said he’d even take the train for me :// also every time I say “ow” he apologizes even tho like he knows he only “hit” me lightly, idk why but I think its funny lmao he’s only “thi” lmaooo also baby boy wrote his own <3 lol i shall go into further detail in other post, maybeee….  baby boy also made sure that we didnt go to sleep without saying I love you to each other <3 after crying about myself baby boy kissed me and I told him how he had just kissed snot and idk it was just really cute because he would literally do anything/ risk anything just to kiss me when he can lmao also there was a point when ray walked downstairs shirtless and I looked up and it was awkward bc he just goes “hey” and was like “hi” but in my head I was going “asdfghjjk oooo dsddyy ???!!!!!!! 👀👀” LMFAOOO Im going to get teased about this too when he reads this 😭 baby boy also pointed out the old spice post lmfaooo. And then he also pointed out the “you feel like home” post and when we were hugging, he said “this is home” 😢😢😢😢😢 after we told each other I love you, baby boy was like if I had known this all along I would have checked your phone a long time ago 😭

I love you so so much baby boy

[sexykwan]

i personally think wonwoo n jun worked together to kill jihoon and maybe josh discovered his body first and came in contact w the poison n thats why his memory is messed up??? idk the coroner said the murderer seemed to know what he was doing and prbably didn't poison himself so that sorta rules out hansol n josh bc they were sick??? idk

under the cut cause apparently i needed to talk about this with someone, i’m sorry in advance  for every mistake (like grammar and typos) i made

i think joshua was drugged or something like that because he discovered something, like not necessarily the body, but something that has to do with it?he left the library because he was having an headache, and chan said that joshua looked confused like he dind’t know where he was and that when chan called him, he didn’t reply. I think he���s innocent but you never know. 

wonwoo is suspicious. but if he did kill jihoon, it wasn’t with the rice crackers for sure, they are the last thing jihoon ate and the coroner said the poison killed him in 3/ 4 hours and this makes the crackers innocent. it’s not their fault. what if he’s poisoning josh (i’m reading the cyanide poisoning symptoms, and the chronic poisoning ones fit joshua’s symptoms so well ?????? WHAT IF JIHOON DISCOVERED IT AND WONWOO KILLED HIM BECAUSE OF THAT?//ignore this!//)

what killed jihoon was something he ate before lunch (btw do we know what he ate??like what killed him).he died between 2 and 2:30 pm, which means he ate whatever killed him around 10/11 am (?? tell me if i’m wrong), so he probably ate something while he was with seungkwan (?? i don’t think anybody asked him?? ot at least i didn’t read it!) also because wonwoo said jihoon liked to eat while composing (and working i guess) and that’s the only moment he could’ve been poisoned.[edit (i didn’t finish the post yet but EDIT): the music theory was in the music room so other people could tell us if they saw him eating. BUT I HAVE A QUESTION HOW CAN ALL THOSE THINGS HAPPEN IN THE SAME ROOM?? LIKE TOO MANY THINGS AND THE ROOM SEEMS SO SMALL]

another thing is: nobody noticed anything. cyanide poisoning should cause confusion (!! AGAIN JOSH), abdominal pain, weakness and stuff like that but all the people who met jihoon that day said he looked normal.

i want to know what seungcheol gave jihoon, he said it was something he neededPEOPLE WHAT IF IT WAS SOME DRUG. AN WHAT IF THAT’S THE REASON WHY SEUNGCHEOL FEELS SO GUILTY? okay i just thought about this. (also other people think this lol i’m late) but it can’t really be because the dose was the perfect one to kill him. i don’t know… what did jihoon need?? @/seungcheol what did you give him ANSWER!!!

now, seokmin. that kid. if he has something to do with this. he’s an A+ actor (yes). i don’t know… he could have done it but at the same time,…. he seems so innocent… i–ALSO he does drugs people…… id on’t know…….. he could know a good dealer?? what if he and sc did and jh was trying to protect them????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? just kidding but still.

mingyu and hansol. they were being defensive (???) during the interviews?? but i don’t know………… to be honest they are suspicious but i don’t have an opinion about them.and jun. sunshine…  he was at school when jihoon was poisoned, and he dind’t answer lots of questions, tbh all we know is (these are my notes):

he was late at school bc his care broke down. There was a problem with the spark plugs

around 2:10 pm he went to the bathroom and saw hansol in the hallway, heading to the mr. (hansol was wearing a white shirt. But he wasn’t carrying anything)

he’s close with jww

he’s best friend with minghao

he deosn’t get along with hansol

he left the studio with sy and mh

and because of this i don’t really have an idea about him, but he’s probably dating wonwoo.

in conclusion: whoever killed him did a lot of math and i have no idea who did it.

KAJDSHJSA I’M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND PROBABLY DOESN’T MAKE SENSE thank you for sharing you opinion and if you read this!! have a good day/night!