#ggne

[pinktaeyeon]

JENNIE ♡ ‘B.P.M.’ Roll #25 BLACKPINK in Singapore Day 2

[bu99erfly]

WONYOUNG from IVE ♡

[kep1er-net]

youngeun update ☆ bubble messages: "hello ❤️ how about hip? 😎😎" (translation credits)

[dashalbrundezimmer]

balthasarstraße // köln agnesviertel

meister lampe & the lion

i've known the lion since I lived in the ggnes district, when corona was there he also wore a mouth and nose protector. i can only recommend the shop below "meister lampe", the best fries in the veedel with super-licky homemade sauces. and for meat lovers there are also plate-sized schnitzels and spit-roast. everything is regional and organic, just as it should be.

[cassiuspr]

Wuld tt bee. Iiff wass ggne?

Don’t even think about it, Will. It wouldn’t be better.

–Cassius

[mandorloinfiore]

allora che è successo stamattina? ecco adesso lo racconto, alla faccia poi di “quando mi sentirò lo diro” sisi ggne gne giovanna 

sono stata in centro con due amiche a fare una passeggiata e nel parlare abbiamo anche menzionato di em e dei messaggi scambiati ormai 2 settimane fa. in tutto questo ovviamente dico a loro “ma questo è mai possibile che anche con questa bella giornata sta in casa a studiare?” e poi “t’immagini per caso ci incrociamo” 

...non faccio in tempo a dirlo.. che così è stato. 

infatti poi poco dopo lui mi passa così vicino da riconoscerlo ma già qua non faccio niente cioè mi agito soltanto e non mi viene l’impulso di fare niente, soltanto nascondermi. da qui inizia un’ora interminabile per cui le mie amiche decidono che lo dovevamo seguire per cercare di incrociarlo il più possibile in modo per me da salutarlo. 

infatti mi passa di nuovo davanti ma niente io non faccio nulla quindi parte ogni tipo di insulto dalle mie amiche mentre torniamo alla macchina. 

io PENTITA amaramente manco a dirlo, quindi le altre continuavano a dire “se adesso capita qualcos’altro nel mentre che ci avviciniamo al parcheggio, sei graziata dall’universo e qualcosa vuole che vi vediate e punto” 

e infatti........ così succede

lo vediamo che stava andando verso un altro parchetto e niente poi per farla breve visto che sono pure noiosa, li seguiamo (era credo in compagnia di un’amica) e noi facciamo in modo di uscire di fronte. spoiler non ci riusciamo ma io da dietro(lui quindi di spalle) lo chiamo............ e lo saluto. penso stavo morendo dentro ma lui è stato molto gentile SI è SUBITO AVVICINATO DANDOMI DUE BACI SULLE GUANCE OKAY abbiamo parlato del nuoto e che lui partirà per l’uni tra tre settimane e non gli ho chiesto nemmeno quanto sta via quindi bo sicuro si dimenticherà di me e chissà dove sarò finita io. 

vabbe è stato comunque bello vivere sto brio per me, che ogni tanto mi serve. 

ho fatto un sacco la scema, perché non facevo altro che dirmi “sono brutta, non so se a lui faccia piacere il mio saluto” insomma sto sempre ad autosabotarmi. menomale che c’erano le mie amiche con me

[dailytwice]

"TIME TO TWICE" Soulmate EP.02 —  Momo.

[nayeoon]

❤️🤍🖤

[yxxna]

Yoona for Y magazine wearing MiuMiu

[chaeryeongzz]

[mooninagust]

RUN2U (2022)

[brawltogethernow]

Neutral Element - If You Are Well

Installment Masterlist / explanation of wtf | Relationships: Science though; Characters: Agatha and Gil, Tarvek, bit of Moloch and Vi; Length: 1k; Content notes: Illness by any other name is near as sour

I’ve been holding this back because it wasn’t perfectly finalized, but then I remembered that that’s what posting pieces to Tumblr before they hit AO3 *is for.* The readmore is going to break and I apologize.

Anevke is sleeping off his own modifications in one of the less lethal bedrooms. (Less lethal: there are automated death traps, but they’re avoidable.)

The collective exhaustion seems to be getting even to Tarveka. She’s been picking up odd habits since they finished with her brother — trying to rub her eyes and seeming surprised when her fingertips click against her eyelids, electrocuting things she picks up by accident.

This seems fairly innocuous and even faintly amusing until she electrocutes Moloch trying to help him up after he’s bowled over by a particularly ornery promise chest and then can’t turn her buzzers off.

“Uh — oh dear?” she says, tossing it out like a guess.

 *

“I’m shut/shut/shutting down,” says Tarveka. Her arms ripple with opera gloves of white sparks, and Agatha doesn’t think it’s on purpose. Her mechanical body jerks, and it’s uncomfortably like watching a person seizing. “I need — I need — I — D/d/d/d/dammit. Your MO/mother messed me up more than I th/thought.”

Listening to her hurts. Her increasingly dissonant voice, and that it’s someone else Agatha loves falling apart.

But Agatha is good at fixing things.

Agatha walks up to Tarveka. “It’s okay,” she says. She would take her by the shoulders, but can’t without getting shocked, so she just hovers her hands in the space between them. “I’ll fix you.”

 *

Tarveka has the nerve to grumble irritably the entire time they’re trying to examine her. “Dammit,” she says. “Can’t HELP(help)he/lp — like this.”

It’s reassuring that she’s still feeling so talkative, but disturbing to hear her having so much trouble. Gil, who’s been putting up a reasonable show of experiencing as much antipathy toward the clank princess as she perceives Tarveka feels toward her, is hovering anxiously without bothering to hide her concern.

Agatha had been worried when Lucrezia took Tarveka out in Sturmhalten but, foolishly, had long since stopped. She kicks herself about it as she runs tests and scribbles her results out by hand onto a sheet of stiff paper that’s clearly meant to have holes punched in it — it was closest to hand.

She holds it closer then further away from her face, unable to believe what she’s seeing.

“What is this!” she finally bursts out. “Tarveka! Your brain is experiencing catastrophic failure! You must have noticed this before we did! Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“It/it di/didn’t seem important?”

Agatha’s eye twitches. “When you’re not falling apart, remind me to smack you.”

“...Must/must I?”

 *

Agatha and Gil brainstorm over Tarveka, who has become completely insensible. She’s ranting quietly — the delusional kind, not the usual kind — and it’s oddly easy to ignore, uncomfortably more like a soft recording than a weak voice. At some point Moloch rested a cup of hot cider on her and it hasn’t occurred to anyone to relocate it yet. Agatha keeps spotting it and meaning to and then getting distracted by things that are more important than Tarveka’s dignity, like her life.

Agatha also rants — the mad kind.

“We’re going to have to almost completely rebuild the clank to make it suitable to hold her consciousness and stem the shutdown, and that means we’re going to have to get her out of it. We need somewhere to shunt her while we work, but we don’t have anything as sophisticated as the head she built! If we don’t find something, she’s going to fizzle in there! And I’m not putting her in with the Castle. I will not accidentally merge my — my friend with my antique, homicidal house!”

Gil is staring at Tarveka musingly, hand on her chin. (Tarveka: “No, please don’t invite the queen for tea, I can’t stand her hamsters.”) “She’s still a human mind, right?” she says. “What about putting her in a human head?”

Agatha stares at her, fugue sputtering in her confusion. “Do you have a spare one? Oh! You mean a person!”

Gil spreads her hands, animated. “Exactly! With the machines we found in your mother’s basement —”

“Oh! If we reconfigure them  to make the process less traumatic and indefinitely delay the part that redirects the original mind —”

“Then, theoretically, you could loop the two consciousnesses into a sort of alternating pattern, and preserve them both for a limited time in one housing! It’s not perfect, but it will buy us time!”

“And if we use a modified version of that new technique from down in Prague where you think of consciousness like an electric current — ”

“We could probably reduce the stress and prevent there being a dominant party like with the Summoning Engine — you know, more like a tandem war fafflenarg?”

Agatha has grabbed Gil around the upper arms at some point. “I have no idea what that is, but I think I know what you mean!”

“Essentially offering uncorrupted space for her to maintain her personality’s integrity, but without doing a full transfer!”

Agatha comes back to earth a little bit. “Oh, but who were you thinking of using?” She lets go of Gil to put one hand on her chin, folding the other across her stomach. “Her brother’s out of commission, and anyway he’s kind of...”

Gil snorts. “Oh, no, definitely not. (Tarveka: “You must release them from their frog prisons!”) “I wouldn’t trust that guy an inch, even if the clockwork princess is attached to him. But more importantly, I think someone who couldn’t enforce their mental coherence would just go insane.”

Agatha wilts. “But —”

“Fortunately,” says Gil, wrapping an arm around Agatha’s shoulder, “I’m a master of a whole slew of mental disciplines specific to Skifandrian warriors. So I’ll be completely fine!”

She smiles broad and closed-mouthed down at Agatha.

For a moment Agatha’s face is pinched with horror. Then it slackens into plain worry. “Gil, I don’t know —”

“I’m extremely sturdy.”

“You could both die! I can’t — I won’t lose both of you!”

Gil puts her hands on Agatha’s upper arms. “And you won’t. I trust you.”

Agatha huddles into herself, a return to body language she’s almost left behind. “But I’m not sure if I trust me.”

Gil’s grip tightens on her biceps. “Agatha. You’re the strongest spark — the strongest person — I know. You can do this.”

(Tarveka: “Sir, I am afraid all twelve of your children are BANNED from this extablishment.”)

 *

Agatha finishes strapping a timer to her wrist and starts it. “Alright. You have...four hours.”

“What happens if they go over four hours?” asks Violetta.

“They both die,” supplies Moloch.

Agatha turns to him, surprised. “Why, yes! How did you know that?”

“Well it’s always something like that, isn’t it?” grouches Moloch.

Agatha frowns down at her wrist. “Well, there’s no way this should take that long, unless we run into some serious complications.”

“Lady!” hisses Violetta, making a shooshing gesture with one hand and frantically waving the other back and forth. “Don’t jinx it!”

Me: There’s really no place for a Si Vales Valeo in this AU, oh well. Also me: Oh hey, I have an idea.

[azlawdawgs]

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[kep1er-net]

Press Picture of Dayeon at Queendom 2 Final

[dancingqueendc]

https://www.linkedin.com/posts/dancingqueen_love-human-species-activity-6722859487205580800-GgNe

[iriscitations]

Toute cette mi th crois mi th ggne compte dessi en vérité c’est zot même premier pou couri. 🥺