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[CN] Victor’s Lingering Date (Eng Translation)

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✧ [SECTION 1] ✧

The endless rain crackles against the glass with a pitter-patter sound, and the lightning flashes every now and then through layers of dusky clouds.

Amid the boundless water vapor, the city’s skyline also becomes fuzzy.

I retract my gaze from the outside view of the hotel’s French window, sighing softly as I grip my phone.

There’s a faint sound of whistle and rain on the other end of the line. Victor seems to have adjusted his posture to answer the phone. When he speaks again, his voice sounds a little clearer.

Victor: Why are you sighing again?

MC: Before I came to Turin on the business trip, I had no idea that this on-the-spot investigation would last this long.

MC: I’ve been so busy every day that my feet couldn’t touch the ground. But after half a month’s time, the pace of the project has advanced to only 60%.

MC: It looks like we won’t be able to return home until the end of the month...

Victor: The inspection period is the most accident-prone phase, and it’s not at all rare in the industry for the progress to fall short of expectations.

Victor: Reserve the time for maneuvering. There’s no need to be distressed over this.

MC: The point is not the project; it’s that I haven’t seen you in half a month!

I accentuate the words “half a month,” fling my slippers aside and sit down helplessly on the sofa.

MC: I was actually planning to find some time to go to Marseille to see you. But the workload has been unprecedented these days, and I haven’t had any time to spare.

MC: Today was the same too. I’ve been on-site during the day the entire time, and I’ve been sorting through the resources ever since I got back.

MC: First thing next morning, I have another meeting. I am really exhausted, both physically and emotionally... to sum it up, I’m currently in urgent need of CEO Victor’s healing.

Victor chuckles softly, his unhurried footsteps and the sound of rain faintly transmitting to my ear.

Victor: Do you wish I could appear in front of you immediately?

MC: If that happened, it couldn’t get any better~

MC: I sometimes wish– how wonderful it would be if only I could have the Teleportation Evol.

MC: That way, no matter how far apart you’re from me, I could go and see you whenever I miss you, at any time.

I ask as my fingertips trace the location of Marseille and Turin on the glass over and over again.

MC: After your negotiations conclude in Marseille today, your next stop is Milan, right?

Victor: Mm, the plane was initially scheduled to land in Milan in the afternoon.

Victor: However, there was some problem with the scheduled flight due to the weather.

MC: What’s the situation? Is it challenging? Then you’re now...

Victor: Everything is fine. We just need to wait.

I heave a sigh of relief. Listening to the patter of rain on the other end of the phone, I subconsciously turn my head to look out of the window at the darkening sky.

MC: Coincidentally, it’s raining in Turin right now too.

MC: Has the airline informed you of how long you have to wait? Why don’t you take advantage of this free time, find a hotel and get some sleep?

MC: I guess this should be the last time CEO Victor can take a breather and get some rest before opening a new round of negotiations in Milan.

The sound of rain on the other end of the phone suddenly wanes. Amid the clamorous backdrop, the mechanical ding of an elevator is faintly audible.

Victor: No need to worry. Upon receiving the information, the airline company booked a hotel close to the airport as soon as possible.

Victor: I declined, though.

MC: Why?

Victor’s voice pauses for a moment. I don’t know if it’s just my illusion, but there seems to be more than a hint of a lilt in his erstwhile deep voice.

Victor: Because there’s something else I want to do more right now than taking a breather.

Victor: After all, there’s a dummy still waiting for me with bated breath to come and “heal” her.

As soon as these words land in my ears, there’s a sudden knock on the door. It’s neither light nor heavy.

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✧ [SECTION 2] ✧

My heartbeat abruptly accelerates, and an inconceivable conjecture suddenly emerges in my mind.

Not bothering to find the slippers that I previously flung aside, I sit up from the sofa a little hastily and fiddle with my bangs as I rush to answer the door.

In the next second, a familiar figure leaps into my field of vision. Victor is leaning quietly against the doorway, holding his cell phone in one hand.

His shirt, which has always been well-ironed and smooth, is now adorned with many creases. There is also a faint touch of weariness between his slender eyebrows. But right when he locks eyes with me, his expression softens slightly.

MC: ...Victor?

Feeling somewhat suspicious that this is an illusion, I blink. And just I am about to hesitantly reach out with my hand; my wrist has already been grasped, drawing me into a far too long-awaited embrace.

A warm sensation emanates from underneath my palm. The breath of the person in front of me diffuses into my every breath, familiar and reassuring.

Victor gently rests his chin on the top of my head, his arms around me tightening a little more. After a long time, an imperceptible sigh escapes his lips.

Victor: It seems that a certain someone hasn’t been getting enough sleep these days, and her reactions have slowed a tad as a result.

MC: Now I can be sure that it’s definitely you!

I snort in feigned discontentment, but the corners of my lips can’t help but tilt upwards. The hands that are returning his embrace tighten increasingly, wanting to take this opportunity to convey the longings I’ve accumulated during this period, just in case...

Perhaps because he has braved the rain to rush over here, Victor still has a faint trace of dampness on his body.

I suddenly think of something and look up at him with some uncertainty.

MC: I’m still finding it hard to believe... how did you suddenly appear here?

Victor: The plane encountered a thunderstorm mid-flight. The flight could not continue, and the stopover it chose coincidentally happened to be in Turin.

MC: But it takes an hour and a half to get from the airport to the hotel on this side of the city. You came all this way specifically to see me?

Victor: You knowingly ask the question. Why else would I be here?

Victor’s gaze sweeps downwards, his brows wrinkling together in a frown unobtrusively. Seeing that I’m still solely focused on staring at him and am not blinking, he releases a somewhat helpless sigh.

Victor: You are not dreaming, and I’m not going to suddenly disappear. You still have the entire night, and you can take your time to watch me.

Victor: So now, can a certain someone let me in first and put her slippers back on?

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As I pour the babbling hot water into the cups, the sweet aroma of the hot drink gradually pervades the entire room.

I pick up the two cups and leave the bar in brisk steps.

Victor is still leaning on the sofa as he was just a moment ago. Reclining his body in a relaxed manner, he loosens his tie wearily with his left hand.

His line of sight skims over the table full of materials. Then, he turns to me, the corners of his lips curling upward.

Victor: It seems that you’ve harvested quite a bit from this trip to Europe.

MC: It’s been quite all right. Except for the slow degree of progress, the visits for the inspection process went relatively well.

MC: It’s already very late. Let’s relax with something sweet~ This cocoa powder is newly purchased. Give my craft a try?

I hand the cup to Victor as I speak.

Victor takes a few sips from his cup, and his eyebrows, which initially have been slightly furrowed, smoothen out a little.

Victor: By “harvest,” I meant the spoils of war outside work.

My gaze follows Victor’s line of sight and lands on the shopping bags stacked on the corner of the table. I wink at him slyly.

MC: The inspection site is right next to a shopping street. Yesterday, I finally had the time to go for a spin for half an hour.

MC: But these “spoils of war” aren’t just for me. I’ve also picked out a bottle of perfume for you. Give it a try?

I get up and unpack the gift bag, then sit on the armrest next to Victor. I tear off his tie with one smooth motion, which has already been coming loose, and toss it aside.

Victor leans forward languidly, letting me wrap my arms around the nape of his neck and spraying the perfume on him twice.

The rich, ethereal scent of sandalwood permeates the entire space, intermingling with the faint fragrance of vetiver. Victor holds me by the waist, nodding casually.

Victor: It smells nice.

MC: As it should be. I thought it was perfect for you the first second I smelled it at the counter.

MC: Originally, I was planning to contact Goldman and send it to your hotel in Milan.

I set the perfume aside and lean in closer to Victor. The tip of my nose brushes against his warm auricle, resting on the nape of his neck for a few gentle sniffs.

MC: No wonder it’s said that a thousand people have a thousand different scents.

MC: The scent of it on your body seems to be a little bit different from what I smelled on the incense paper while testing it out.

Victor tilts his head slightly, glancing at the deadly earnest expression on my face.

Victor: What’s different?

MC: In that case, I’ll still have to smell it a few more times to be sure.

With a beaming smile on my face, I inch a little closer. And in the end, I simply sink into Victor’s arms.

Victor doesn’t say anything. He leans halfway back on the sofa as before, his downcast eyes watching me as I take a few deep breaths in the crook of his neck.

MC: The smell seems to have become more understated, and it appears to have gained a little more stability.

MC: In brief, it’s a scent I can never get enough of.

Victor stretches out his fingers and presses them against my forehead, seemingly pushing me away with a bit of disdain. The corners of his lips, however, tilt upward in an imperceptible arc.

Victor: Exaggerating, again.

Victor: I did have a bottle of perfume missing from my luggage this time, though. I will bring this gift along with me when I set off for Milan later.

I feel stunned for a moment, looking at Victor. Only now do I think of this question I tossed to the back of my mind and open my mouth in hindsight.

MC: ...what time is your flight from Turin to Milan scheduled for?

The hand on my waist suddenly tightens. Following this, Victor’s still calm but faintly muffled voice transmits to my ears.

Victor: Tomorrow at 5 am.

Victor: There are still six hours from now until I leave.

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✧ [SECTION 3] ✧

The lights are hazy, and the rain outside the window seems to have subsided a little.

I let out an “Oh,” my shoulders slump down a little seamlessly, and I nuzzle back into Victor’s arms.

MC: So, shouldn’t I advise you to hurry up and get some rest now then?

Victor suddenly pinches my cheek, not gently but not so firmly either, lifting it in his direction.

It’s only when I look into that pair of eyes do I find that a few hints of understanding are evident in his gaze.

Victor: Tell me honestly, what’s on your mind?

MC: ...I’m saying what’s in my heart. I’m really pondering over how long of a sleep CEO Victor can get before he has to leave.

Victor grunts softly.

Victor: You’re saying what’s in your heart? But your words do not match your actions.

Victor: You’re saying in your mouth that I should hurry up and get some rest. But you’re still lying on top of me, motionless.

Victor: When have those tricks of disguising your little thoughts worked on me?

I sigh heavily at these words, resting my head on his shoulder, unable to stop myself from muttering.

MC: Six hours... that’s TOO short a time!

MC: I’ve only just seen you. I don’t even get the time to be happy before we have to part once again.

Victor lifts his hand and reaches into my hair, his slender fingers sliding through them tenderly.

Victor: We will soon be able to return home once we’re done here with the work at hand. Hasn’t a certain someone already planned the arrangements for the next vacation?

Victor: And besides, during this business trip, our daily phone calls have never been interrupted.

MC: I can only hear your voice on the phone. At most, I can console myself with the illusion...

I also wish I could look at you like this and touch your every movement like I am right now.

Just as I’m about to retort with this, the phone sitting on the table vibrates in quick succession, reminiscent of an earthquake.

Victor leans over to take the phone and sweeps his gaze over it a few times, his brows knitting together.

MC: Is there any problem with the negotiations?

Victor: The other party added several new conditions at the last moment. I’ve arranged for the domestic department to compile reports on the relevant industries.

Victor types down a few lines on the screen. After sending a few messages, he kneads the center of his forehead. Then, he suddenly lifts his eyes and meets my gaze.

Victor: What were you just saying?

My gaze sweeps over the faint bluish darkness under Victor’s eyes. Propping myself on his shoulders, I get up from him and pull him up from the sofa.

MC: ...I was gonna say that I’m actually a bit sleepy too. So let’s not waste time and get some rest together!

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Victor doesn’t resist, letting me take his hand and walk him to the side of the bed, where he is pressed down by me with a rare unyielding force.

After closing the curtains while I’m at it, I return to lie down next to Victor. With one hand on my chin, I look indolently at his sleeping face.

The room is a little dark, with the blue-gray sky and the distant neon lights haloing on the light curtains.

In the hazy lights, the contours of Victor’s side profile remain as distinct as ever. After a few moments, he suddenly turns to my side and looks at me.

Victor: Why haven’t you closed your eyes yet?

MC: I can’t bear to. I want to look at you a little more; otherwise, I can’t feel at ease.

The rustling noise of fabric friction can be heard in the darkness. Victor stretches out his arm and brings me into his embrace.

Victor: Can you sleep peacefully now?

Not satisfied with just this, I lean in a little more in his direction.

MC: It’s a little better now. Five more minutes, and I promise I will honestly close my eyes after that.

I half-brace my head with one hand, and tentatively touch Victor’s face with my other hand.

As my palm runs over the tiny stubbles on his chin, it causes a tickling sensation.

MC: Why do I feel like you’ve lost weight again during this time?

Victor: [sounds adorably wronged LOL] Maybe, I haven’t noticed. The people around me don’t care about such trivial things either.

As Victor says this, he reaches out to take hold of my restless fingers. In between the movements, the palm of his hand grazes past my elbow.

I’m unable to restrain myself from “hissing” and shrinking subconsciously.

Victor: [instantly wide awake] What happened to your arm?

MC: I accidentally hit something when I was moving some stuff on site last week and got some bruises. But it’s not a big deal. They will gradually vanish in a few days.

Victor: Why didn’t you tell me about it on the phone?

I squint my eyes as I set the alarm and put my phone aside. Then, I bury my head in the crook of his arm.

MC: Every time we talked, the time we had was only so short; it had to be reserved for something meaningful.

MC: This was simply a brief interlude in the workplace. I’ve still got a bunch of interesting trivial things I want to tell you about...

MC: How about if I speak in a lower voice like this? You don’t need to answer, just listen and think of it as white noise to help you fall asleep.

Victor gives a soft “Mm,” his warm breath brushing against my ear slowly like a feather.

I close my heavy eyelids halfway and shift into a comfortable position in his arms.

MC: I tried the local pudding the other day. But it was too sweet and not as delicious as yours.

MC: I also bought a skirt from the store. It matches well with the color of the tie you often wear...

MC: ...we can wear them together to your next event. It will definitely look very pretty...

I murmur in my half-asleep state. Suddenly thinking of something, I jolt awake in Victor’s arms.

MC: ...Oh right, let’s have breakfast together before you leave for the airport tomorrow! I’ll be up for sure...

The fragrance of sandalwood and vetiver lingers on the tip of my nose, intermingling with that familiar and tender breath of Victor.

My nerves that have been tensed for the past few days are gradually relaxed. I hold onto the corner of Victor’s shirt, and the scene in front of me slowly becomes a blur.

MC: Also...

After an unknown span of time, Victor’s soft voice can be heard amid the darkness.

Victor: What else?

The girl doesn’t answer. The only response he receives is the rhythmic pattering of the rain against the glass outside the window.

Victor tilts his head and sees that the person in his arms has already fallen into a deep sleep. He releases a soft chuckle helplessly.

Victor: The person who said she would help me sleep, fell asleep before me instead.

He looks at her for a long time. Then, he leans in and drops a soft kiss on her hair.

Victor: [NAAAUUUR HIS VOICE HNNNGNNN] ...sleep.

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Perhaps because of the urgency of the six-hours that subconsciously lingers in my senses constantly, I’m unable to sleep at ease.

The section of my dreamland is grotesque and bizarre. I don’t know exactly how long has passed, but I wake up with a start, gasping for breath.

I press my wrist against my forehead, releasing a breath in lingering fear. Subconsciously, I lean over to the side, but the only thing my fingertips touch is a thin, icy blanket.

I have no idea when the bed became utterly empty. And even the fragrance of the perfume swirling around the tip of my nose is so long faded that I can barely smell it anymore.

MC: Victor?

I call his name several times into the dimly lit room, but all I get in response is the clearly audible sound of the rain outside the window.

Suddenly, I remember something and hurriedly swipe my phone screen, only to find that there’s still definitely a several hours before 5 o’clock.

MC: No wonder the alarm didn’t go off... Victor? You haven’t left already, have you?

The rain is pouring, and there’s still no response in the room. Thinking of the promise I’ve made with Victor before falling asleep last night, I get out of bed a little reluctantly, wanting to confirm his whereabouts again.

The sound of pattering suddenly becomes much clearer as I step out of the dimly lit compartment of the suite. It’s only now do I perceive that the sound of water I’ve heard just now might not have come from outside alone.

Following the faintest of sounds, I slowly approach the bathroom, only to see a glimmer of light passing through the crack of the door.

I freeze for a moment, pulling open the door to the bathroom.

The glass is hazy with mist, revealing a tall, slender, tightly built figure.

Victor is wiping his dripping wet hair with a towel. Hearing the sound, he looks over at me, a little surprised.

The fringes in front of his forehead are casually tucked back; his countenance is tinged with moisture, making him appear all the more profound.

From time to time, droplets of water glide along the ends of his undried hair and onto his collarbone, cruising down his sturdy chest.

The pattering sound of water has stopped at some point, and a faint mist of water pervades the entire bathroom. The whole space feels a little cramped for a moment.

The water vapor from Victor’s body, interweaving with my shower gel’s sweet and lingering scent, assaults my senses. In a trance, I feel as though all he is wrapped up in from head to toe is the scent of “me.”

Perhaps because the bathroom is too hot and humid, my breathing suddenly becomes a little uncontrollable.

Victor also stops wiping and pushes open the glass door to walk toward me.

He casually throws the towel aside, leaning over slightly as he looks at me.

Victor: What’s wrong?

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✧ [SECTION 4] ✧

After a brief moment of bashfulness, the wave of an emotion called “ecstasy” suddenly surges through my heart.

I heave a sigh of relief and lift my arms to hug Victor.

MC: I just woke up and saw that you weren’t there, and I thought you’d left early.

MC: Fortunately, I woke up in time and didn’t sleep through our last hours together.

With a plink, a drop of water drips down the end of his pitch-black hair and onto my cheek. Victor raises his hand to wipe away the trace of water that has slid to the corner of my lips, his voice a little helpless.

Victor: Since there is still time to worry about personal gains and losses, you can go back to sleep.

Victor: Don’t worry. I won’t leave early.

As Victor speaks, he pats me on the back reassuringly. Then, he turns around to get the after-shave.

Before he can move, however, I suddenly stand on my tiptoes and bite him on his wet collarbone as punishment, leaving a tiny crimson mark.

A muffled grunt escapes from Victor’s throat. He looks down at the bite mark and then shifts his gaze toward me. His eyes are heavy, as though he’s waiting for me to speak.

MC: ...you’ll be leaving soon. I’m not in any mood to sleep right now.

MC: I don’t want to sleep, and I’m not sleepy either.

Accompanied by the sound of my voice, my slightly cool fingertips move slowly upward, resting vaguely in front of Victor’s chest.

MC: When I woke up just now and didn’t see you there, I also felt a little regret, apart from feeling a sense of loss.

MC: Clearly, I’ve been missing you all this time...

MC: But when we finally saw each other, I didn’t seize the opportunity to create more profound memories of you.

MC: Luckily, it’s not too late for that.

Victor looks at me quietly, and there seem to be deep emotions roiling in his eyes. I soften my voice and speak.

MC: We are gonna be separated soon, and we won’t be able to see each other for at least another half a month.

MC: In the days to follow, every time I look back on tonight... I don’t want my first reaction to be regret, and not joy.

I curl my fingertips and gently poke him in the heart.

MC: CEO Victor, search in your heart. Don’t you think we should not waste any moment in the present?

The hand clasped around my waist tightens abruptly, and Victor’s blazing body temperature presses up against me unabashedly.

The light finally illuminates the hue of his eyes, and within them surges a desire I couldn’t be more familiar with.

Victor: In that case, how do you want to spend our time?

I smile and bite my lip, teasingly imitating his usual tone of voice.

MC: You knowingly ask the question.

I climb onto Victor’s arms and take the initiative to meet those light, thin lips, nibbling on them mischievously.

In the next second, Victor’s damp face suddenly enlarges before me. And the gasp that I haven’t yet had the time to release is instantly crushed by our intertwining lips.

He rubs his lips against mine in a calm and deliberate manner. Although restrained, I can still detect a little repressed sense of invasion in his movements.

It’s not until I’m almost out of breath and let out a soft whimper does Victor finally lifts his head and slowly draws the distance between our lips.

His originally deep voice becomes a little more hoarse, as though he’s patiently holding back some emotions.

Victor: If I remember correctly, you have a meeting in a few hours.

Victor: Are you sure you want to spend your time here?

Victor: I’m afraid it’s not a very rational choice.

I gasp lightly, stand on my tiptoes and kiss the bite mark I’ve just left on his collarbone, and raise my head again to look at him.

MC: Is this explicit enough an answer?

MC: When it comes to the person I like, my rationality is obliged to take a back seat to my emotions.

MC: Just like you only had six hours, and yet you braved the rain to come over and see me.

MC: Humans don’t need to be so logical at times, right?

My hand slowly trails upward, brushing over Victor’s slightly undulating chest.

MC: Victor, do you really think, as you said, that everything can wait until we return home after the work is done?

Victor doesn’t answer. Streaks of undried water trickle down his taut jawline, dripping onto my wrist.

The bathroom is quiet for a while, and the only sound that can be heard is the sound of rain dripping outside the window.

Buzz——

The cold phone outside the bathroom suddenly rings out. After ringing briefly for a couple of seconds, it soon falls into silence.

Perhaps the business partner I’m working with has changed their intention again, and today’s itinerary has been rescheduled;

Or perhaps LFG’s personnel called to remind Victor to prepare for the next flight and even sent the data conclusions in advance.

No matter for whichever one of us it is, it seems to be more important than the present entanglement.

I cock my head and press closer to Victor again, my warm and soft breaths brushing gently against his lips.

MC: Perhaps it’s a very important matter. Is CEO Victor going to take a look?

I smile and turn around, only to be swept heavily into an embrace.

This time, the kiss is even more intense than the last time. The entanglement between our lips is viscous and intensive, almost plundering me of the last of my shivering breath.

Victor braces the nape of my neck with one hand, forcing me to lift my head slightly and withstand his sudden demand.

Caught a little off-guard, I retreat two steps, only to be pressed against the wall by him, with no way to resist.

His searing palm snakes around my forearm with tiny star-shaped bruises and falls on my waist, lifting me up with one arm.

I subconsciously cling onto his broad shoulders, the arches of my feet helplessly seeking something to hold onto.

A muffled grunt resounds in my ears. Unknowingly, somehow someone touched the switch of the shower during the action, and the warm, translucent water veils us like a rain shower.

The slightly cool temperature of the wall surface passes through the wet shirt. I shudder with sensitivity, but I am trapped in the embrace before me, with nowhere to escape.

Victor: You’re really...

Amid our disoriented, interlaced breathing, I hear Victor’s slightly muffled voice.

Victor: In the aspect of “playing hard to get,” you have actually mastered the technique without a teacher.

Gasping for breath, I grunt a chuckle and reluctantly stagger my head, dodging his chasing attack.

MC: You clearly just said that I’m not rational...

Victor’s lips brush against my burning auricle, the tips of his teeth nibbling gently.

Victor: When it comes to you, I’m not calm enough either.

Victor: Even if it’s for another short span of time, I won’t release you.

It’s not dawn yet, and the rain outside the window is getting heavier.

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balkanradfem · 2 years

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I might have the opportunity to put a down payment on 100 acres of wilderness!! I'm poor as fuck so this is a huge deal and I hope I'm not overlooking something that would make this a bad idea! I don't want to jump the gun but I also don't want to wait too long and lose it. Going for for a road trip with my bf and his dad soon to check it out if the listing is still up in a few weeks. What are some things you would do first if you had a lot of land in the middle of nowhere with not much chance of road or hydro access? Note I wouldn't have to go live there immediately so it could be long term plans. You probably inspired me to find this property in the first place btw <3 Thank you for your writing and your blog.

Hey that is incredible! I'm so happy for you! I wish I could come and see your soon-to-be property, it sounds incredible.

I've been thinking about what are the first things to be done, and since you have such great amount of space, you have to get familiar with it, and see what good spots you have, what plants and trees are growing there, the quality and the composition of the soil, and most important, where the water goes.

People are advised to watch over a new property for a year before deciding to build anything, because you can't know until you see the land during summer, autumn, winter and fall, where the water flows on it, where it stays, what direction it goes to, if it overflows and creates ponds in some areas, if there are streams in the spring, and this is incredibly important if you're planning to build anything. It's also good to see what's your highest point, and your lowest point, and if you have any clover growing! (clover=quality planting soil)

There are things you can do way before deciding to build anything, and it's planting fruit trees, establishing perennial plants, putting strawberries wherever you want them so they would spread by the time you start living there.

I've seen people drawing a map and then making plans to where everything should be, so that they don't start building something, and later realize that it would have been better to put another thing in that spot, but with such a big property, it might be a bit overwhelming! I would start by just finding a nice little corner with a great view and access to water (like if there's a pond or a stream nearby, or I'd have a big bottle of it), and then make that place feel as homey and cozy is possible, maybe make a bench there, it's always great to have a bench! Or a hammock, that makes a place immediately feel comfortable and enjoyable to be in. That way you'll be able to relax in your corner, and be able to go exploring more and deciding what you want to explore or do next, without a rush to immediately take control over the entire place.

I've seen a lot of people on youtube buying those small water pumps and manually installing them on their land in order to have water, it looked like a super easy way to acquire drinking water! Here's a link to one: Link.

It's never a bad idea to acquire land, there's not enough land currently owned by women, and we know what m*n do to it! Here's a great book that can help you with anything regarding land ownership and building, I can't recommend it enough: Link (it's Back to Basics)

#land #building #wilderness #womens land

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becomingbts · 3 years

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Time heals (sometimes) - 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

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Warnings: The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: So hello everyone, welcome to Time Heals (sometimes). Thank you so, so much for the warm welcoming, it has been my first time getting so many asks, I was honestly overjoyed. I still don’t really know what to call this part; is it a teaser? A note? A full chapter? I believe we’ll get some snapshot of memories like this one throughout the series because there is going to be a lot to unpack on both sides. I think it will be a chapter nevertheless because I have to establish some kind of order as to which parts should be read first, and I think this one is extremely important.

Thank you for reading,

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Her scream pierced through the air while cries broke in the frenzied arena while a single blond-haired man froze, emptily staring at the stage. It felt like his senses heightened; his skin was shuddering, his eyes were frantically searching for one specific figure while his voice was lost in his throat. The screams resonating in the stadium would have been too loud for his voice to be heard anyway.

Jimin knew he shouldn’t be there.

Namjoon had told them more than once that none of them should try to go to one of (Y/N)’s events. It could be dangerous and they could be overwhelmed; anything could happen to them and they would still remain a nobody who fainted in the howling crowd. Would they want to take this risk? No.

So, Jimin would have had to admit that going to her very first concert in Seoul since the pandemic sounded like a very, very, very bad idea. And to be honest, it still didn’t seem to be a bright idea now that he was actually there.

But he still went because he needed to see her for himself; to see how she was. He had so many things he dreamed about asking her. Are you okay? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat before coming to the arena? Are you nervous? Do you... remember me?

Maybe he was torturing himself. He kept on watching her lives, following her on all social media, always made sure to leave a sweet comment, and never miss any of her new updates... Maybe he even had a folder of pictures of her on his phone but he’d never admit it to any of his mates. Taehyung would probably take his phone away from him and delete everything and Jimin couldn’t let that happen.

He felt like it was cheating. Don’t take him wrong though. When he thought that, he was not really thinking about the boys. They did collectively agree not to follow her activities as an artist but it was getting harder and harder with how popular she got anyway. Moon was everywhere. In commercials, on the radio, her songs were on the TV… Even if she was known for refusing most of the promotional contracts that were offered to her, her image was still constantly in the media despite her avoidance of it. Ironic, but the media were trying their best to find anything about her, be it positive or negative. One day she was seen on her bike, the next, she was in a coffee shop, and it kept on going on, overstepping on her privacy as if it was just a meaningless word.

The lockdown had admittedly played a major part in Jimin’s obsession. Being in their apartment meant quickly running out of activities, and his job as a dance teacher was not really filling his free time (a lot of his classes were also canceled). It was also during that time that (Y/N) truly blew up as an independent artist. Advertisement on YouTube started being around her channel and her music, the recommendations he kept on seeing were about also her… Jimin’s resolve honestly broke easily. It was hard not to be curious about his lost soulmate even though he didn’t feel like he had the right to be hurting.

Anyway, to come back to his main point, if Jimin felt like he was cheating; it was mostly for her. After all, (Y/N) had no means of letting the curiosity get the best of her, to know what they were doing; to simply see or contact them. He had, at first, not really thought about that. Watching her content seemed a very innocent thing to do in his opinion; billions of people were watching her content, why should he prevent himself from doing so? Yet, Jimin could still remember one of her live she did soon after that interview she had given on this damned radio show where she had revealed who her title track ‘TIME’ was about… She had gone live the next day-Jimin had jumped on his phone because of the notification-and one fan had asked her what would she do if she knew that her ‘ex-soulmates’ (and those words left a very sour taste in Jimin’s mind) were watching her. The question had silenced a previously restless Jimin, replacing his initial excitation with dread while a lump formed itself in his throat. He had not even noticed it; he was so focused on her live and her upcoming answer that Jimin had completely missed the sound of a glass breaking in the apartment. Jimin had been home alone, so even if had indeed heard it, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to check what had happened, thinking that the wind knocked it over or something. Jimin had been so absorbed by what he had been watching that he even got surprised a few hours later when Seokjin came home and yelled at him for breaking something when he had been clearly innocent, engrossed in (Y/N)’s live (not that he could tell his soulmates about that part, but yeah). (Y/N)’s live would always be more important than some random glass breaking again in their apartment. Every object was doomed with Namjoon living here anyway.

On her side of the screen though, (Y/N) had seemed taken aback as she had read the question and had gritted her teeth gently. She had seemed to be pondering about her answer even though a lot of people in her chat were telling her to forget about the question if it made her uncomfortable (a lot were even scolding the person who asked). Yet, sighing softly, she had looked up at the screen:

“I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from asking questions on this topic. It’s not taboo but I’d rather not remember everything that comes with it. However, to answer this-hopefully-last question about it, I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. It would only be fair after all. I’ve been denied access to their lives six years ago, why would they get a free pass into mine now?” She had not smiled nor had she seemed hurt by her own comment, yet Jimin’s heart had shattered in pieces, unable to press the cancel button.

Her voice had slowly faded into background noise while her words had been stuck in his head.

I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content.

How could Jimin ever do that? He realized that he truly should. Namjoon would even agree with you, as ironic as it sounded for Jimin. Namjoon had been one of the most adamant ones about rejecting your bond, after all. Jimin was shaking with bitterness while ‘Moon’ continued her stream peacefully with music. Jimin could only try to gulp his anger down as he remembered her crumbling features on that fateful day.

“You’re not our soulmates. This name on our arms means nothing to us. You are nothing to us if not a hindrance. Leave us alone.”

If Jimin could go back in time, he’d prevent Taehyung from spatting those words at her. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Playing the scene over and over in his mind wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change that she probably hated them. It wouldn’t change the song she made about them.

And worst of all, it wouldn’t change the fact that Jimin had let himself believe that their choice had been for the best, trying to console and reassure himself, even if he had already known that it was wrong. Tears were pooling up in his eyes even if none escaped as he finally caught a glimpse of her on the stage. Suddenly brought back to reality after his subconscious memory trip, Jimin finally connected back to the world, looking around while he was still frozen on his spot. People were still screaming around him and he wondered if he looked like an intruder. Because, after all, wasn’t that what he exactly was? She said it herself that she didn’t wish for them to watch her; so what was he doing here?

Jimin couldn’t help but stare; she looked ethereal, dressed like a queen in the middle of a sold-out arena. People were screaming her name as she yelled her infamous ‘hi people’. It was an opening sentence that Jimin heard way too many times in her vlogs and suddenly hearing it in real life seemed surreal.

Jimin could only watch in awe, entranced with her everything.

Screw the boys and what they would think once he’d be back from her concert.

He had been the one to find her six years ago anyway. He had been the one to bring her to their home six years ago, hoping for the boys to change their mind once they’d meet her.

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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maniac :: cc!tommy x reader

angst (?) , platonic (?) , gender neutral ! ib: conan gray’s maniac

this is satire & note that i write the reader to be a few months younger than tommy (besides that, i think it is fully inclusive !)

synopsis : you put all your hard work towards a useless crush. with no expectation for reciprocated feelings in the first place, it still all ends in a bittersweet slap to reality.

you grew up with minecraft and it was an understatement to say it was part of your childhood

even years later, you still maintained interested in the game

it wasn’t just a simple video game, the community inspired you to do many things

you aspired to be like the creators you watched at a young age like sky, dantdm, cupquake, stampy, and many more

making people happy and entertained was a dream

and when minecraft slowly began trending again in 2019, you started making your own content whenever you felt like it out of fun

you never got much views but it was an enjoyable experience nonetheless

but it wasn’t until the first minecraft monday you decided to push a bit more with your hobbies and worked hard to make it somewhere

however balancing your passions with school wasn’t the easiest

given, you were still only around 15 and your content wasn’t even that good

with not much of a goal or plan with your youtube channel, you fell out of interest eventually

you loved minecraft but you always a rocky relationship with it; getting back into it for a few months then pretending it never really existed for another few

besides the occasional videos you watched in your pass time, you didn’t stay that updated

then lockdown happened

it changed everything and even got you regressing back to old interests

soon enough you were back to minecraft

there was so much to catch up on

hermitcraft season 7 just started, there was minecraft championships, and smp earth and smp live, and so much more to look forward to watching

you were a bit late on both of the smps but your interest peaked specially towards smp earth and it didn’t stop you from watching the past videos

you first gravitated towards a certain youtuber’s videos first since you remember stumbling onto his videos before from your recommended page; wilbur soot

besides recognizing him from his you laugh you lose series and making parody-type of songs, you didn’t know much

however with a few clicks, you had binge watched his smp earth series effortlessly

you found yourself falling down the endless hole, finding more creators to watch through wilbur

one in particular caught your eye in an interesting way

tommyinnit

my god, how can someone be so annoying and pushy in these videos? like shut up already

and to find out he was barely months older than you frustrated you

you just wanted to be better in some way

if someone like him could be popular, why can’t you? yelling at others and causing problems didn’t seem that hard

and so you went back to working hard on your previously failed youtube channel but this time with a goal; be better than tommyinnit

it was a weird aspiration in your head but it worked

he was your age and successful, why need a better motivator?

tommy wasn’t the sole reason why you strive to make content since you truly did want to create videos to entertain people like the youtubers you originally grew up watching

and with the amount of free time you had, you thoroughly analyzed his content; what was the most popular, how he streamed, edited his videos, everything

you just completely studied the algorithm in general

along the way, tommy’s personality grew on you

tommy was undoubtedly a very loud and energetic person but you became fond of his ambitions

you understood why he was popular at such a young age; he was a natural entertainer

your spite towards the boy turned into a hope

a hope to be at par with him someday and even be mutuals

and it was like your dreams were suddenly manifested into existence

you gained a large following in the early months of lockdown and even was recognized to be apart of minecraft championships

it felt like yesterday that you were just watching your favorite youtubers livestream the same competition

and now you were situation in a team to play yourself for the first time instead of being a viewer for once

not to mention, with tommyinnit as a teammate

how did you manage to get so lucky?

under the excitement, you felt beyond never nervous waiting in the empty discord call for your team to join you to practice the mini-games

in the middle of gathering your thoughts together, you heard a sound from discord signaling someone joined the call

“uh, hello?”

you heard the familiar british accent you spent hours listening to from countless streams and videos

“h-hi! i’m y/n, how are you?”

you hoped tommy couldn’t hear the strain in your voice due to fighting your nerves, but you quietly celebrated that you didn’t freeze up altogether

“oh i’m good, thank you. and i’m tommy by the way, this is the first time we’re speaking, yeah?”

“yep! it’s nice to meet you”

“yeah, i’ve seen your name around the timeline a few times, you seem cool”

oh my god what?

“thanks! um i actually really enjoy your content not gonna lie”

“oh wow, good shit!”

and the conversation smoothly went on, bouncing back and forth between you two before your other two teammates joined the call

once everyone was situated, you decided to start streaming since it was your first mcc and you wanted a vod of you practicing to look at later on as a memory

your chat immediately noticed how much you were enjoying yourself, especially after all the short stories of talking about who inspired you in the past

the smile plastered on your face never left

after stream and your other teammates went offline, it was you and tommy left in the call once together again

“it was nice talking to you tommy! and the practice was really fun, i cant wait for the actual competition!”

“yeah definitely, we’ll for sure place high”

“hopefully. it’s my first time and i hope i don’t cost us the dub”

“nah, you think so? i mean rt and plumbella are also our team mates so you know, it’s all for fun in the end”

you knew tommy was implying the teamwork wasn’t going to be the best compared to the other teams but at least in the end you’ve both made a new friend

“yeah you’re right!”

“anyway it’s getting late imma hop off”

“okay tommy, talk to you soon?”

“yep!”

“alright byee”

“bye!”

the moment he left the call, you felt a sense of relief before a small wave of sadness took over

you wanted to continue talking to tommy but you knew you had other responsibilities to tend to

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking of the call and mcc practice

the funny jokes, singing random songs, screaming for no reason, everything

it even kept you awake until the early morning

you buried your head in a pillow and screamed into it after realization hit

y/n no

no no no no no no no

you tried to recall anything that remotely related your other teammates which you remembered that didn’t include tommy

even if it was a few hours ago, you couldn’t pin point something specific

i must just be forgetful, right?

what the hell did rt and plumbella even say that whole call?

you vividly remembered everything with tommy and it was clear to you why

surely not

with putting a hand on your chest above your heart, you confirmed that you couldn’t lie to yourself based on the rapid speed

you liked tommy for a good while but it hadn’t clicked to you until now

eventually you fell asleep due to exhaustion but that’s to say you didn’t do so without imagining spending more time with tommy

ever since that day, time went by in a flash

your team didn’t do the best in mcc but it had been a while since then to have that as a concern

sadly you and tommy didn’t talk as often as you hoped but that didn’t make you have less feelings for him

on some days you felt bad since you thought you didn’t know enough about him to even be allowed to crush on him

it was a bit unprofessional but you were nearly 16, it’s normal to have these little crushes right?

eventually time came to rescue when tommy asked you if you wanted to accompany him in the dream smp

undoubtedly, you said yes

and for the few months during summer, it was where you two became even closer than before

however, once both of you two had to go back and attend school, it was harder to catch up with each other

even on calls together off stream, the occasional snapchat notification going off irked you in a way you couldn’t explain

only winter break was the small pause on your disappointment

but even then, it was a slow but steady hill of repressed sadness and frustration until early spring of the following year

you had hoped 2021 would be better than last year but after scrolling through twitter one day and seeing stans making rumors about how tommy had a crush on one of his classmates gave you the same pain you felt when school started last fall

you dreaded to look over at tommy’s most recent story time stream vod where all the gossip arose from; it was him stumbling over his words with the mention of a girl during a certain part

jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe the way you felt

you would never go out of your way to make tommy reciprocate the feelings you had for him

and if he liked someone else the way you saw him, you wouldn’t mind

having a crush is ecstatic, and if he has someone like that too, you should be happy

right?

you tried

what finally broke you was seeing a tiktok a few weeks later of tommy in college with eryn and another girl talking

you didn’t know how she looked like or anything but you wanted to sob

good for him

she didn’t even say much in the video and you dont know enough about tommy’s personal life to jump to conclusions like this

you knew you were acting irrational and you couldn’t be upset at tommy for something he couldn’t control

if anything, you never directly showed interest in him

you didn’t want to in the first place

it was a bad idea from the start

you looked back at the past year and all your intentions

what kind of sick fanfiction did you think you were living?

becoming a content creator, hoping to blow up, just to talk to a big youtuber you had a crush on?

oh my god

y/n what is wrong with you?

listen to yourself, y/n

you need to get some help

whether tommy was dating or even just had interest someone was none of your business

you had to move on no matter what it was and be good and supportive friend

it was dreadful to get over a stupid crush like this but after so much work you put in, you gave some sympathy for yourself

in a friend perspective, you were happy with whatever tommy did and was satisfied your friendship together, but you hadn’t realized how much you gambled from the beginning

and just for a crush?

you couldn’t comprehend how far you gone because you fancied someone

it wasn’t like anyone could get famous and become a popular content creator either

and now with you being on the dream smp along with a successful youtube channel at 16? you were grateful something pushed you enough to work this hard

but you’d never forget the fact everything that lead up to this point was a crush on no other than tommyinnit which first spurred from complete spite

“who’s the one better off now?” your thoughts mocked you from the complete irony

sigh

y/n, you maniac

#idk whether to actually call this platonic but it’s not exactly romance so #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt fanfic #mcyt imagine

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everythingblreview · 3 years

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Slow damage review

PLEASE NEVER EVER PLAY THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, THIS GAME HAS SOME REALLY HEAVY TOPICS CHILDREN SHOULD AVOID AT ALL COST

Finally, after over 4 years since the announcement, nitro+ chiral released their new game “Slow damage”. Not wanting to wait for the English version release I bought the Japanese one and after almost 60+ hours completed the whole game.

In the following review I will share my thoughts on the game, trying to be as spoiler-free as possible, still expect some minor spoilers.

If you’re looking for a fun and colourful game, like n+c previous dmmd, with a good portion of romance between boys and a lot of H-scenes, involving a slutty main character, then this is NOT the game you are looking for.

This game is a lot darker and deals with themes such as violence, child abuse and extreme self-harm. That’s why if you know you can’t deal with these themes you should maybe avoid the game. But if you can handle it I would advise you to avoid spoiler and the CGs at all cost - it would be a shame to know about some parts before playing.

Story

Starting the game, even after reading the description I had really no idea what the plot is going to be about. Now after playing I can say that there is no “big plot and a goal to reach” the story is different with every guy you play, but every route has something in common: Towa himself. Towa is the main point of the story, not only the protagonist, but the mystery in the game. With every route you will learn something new about him and his mysterious past, Towa himself does not remember. The last route is the most plot relevant in the game (there are locked routes in the game so you have to play in order) and probably the longest and darkest. tissues recommended

Towa

Taku

First of all I must disappoint the 5k people on YouTube thinking he is yandere - he’s not. Secondly, PROTECT THIS CHILD AT ALL COST! This poor guy he didn’t deserve the shit he went through. No wonder he turned out like this. If you think he is just a crazy slutty guy I also have disappoint you, it’s true that he likes to have fun with men, but there is a different reason for it. Towa is an interesting main character. He does not talk much, and he has no opinion on a lot of things, sometimes he didn’t feel like a main character at all. On another note he has no shame and is extremely honest. It was interesting to follow his story, but at the end it’s just painful thinking about him, I just wish for his happiness.

Edit: one more think I like about him is how he feels like a real adult and is actually really intelligent even with his mental problem, it was nice for once seeing a main character not make only stupid decisions

A doctor that knows Towa since his childhood. He maybe always treats Towa’s wounds, but asking me he is not the best help for Towa mental state, even if he knows that Towa is self-harming, he does nothing to prevent it? He is a really nice character, who only wants to protect Towa, but after playing the last route, there are some things he did and said that are bugging me. Also, I’m not really a fan of age gaps.

Rei

Actually, I must confess I didn’t like him the first time I saw his character design, because his vibes hit me kinda wrong - but I’m sorry Rei I mistrusted you TT_TT. He’s a real cutie and I liked his route and his character, he’s one of my favs. The only thing I (and a lot of others) don’t really like is his good end. Don’t get me wrong it’s nothing bad but there are just some things... Since it was only a short scene at the end and I don’t know how n+c will handle it in the future if we ever get a FD or drama CDs please, but I hope they will do something about it knowing the fans didn’t liked it please

Madarame

He is the guy I was looking forward the least. Everything about him from the preview and the trial version screamed “I will not like you”. That turned out to be half true, to my surprise it was not as bad as I thought it would be.

There were some parts that I quite enjoyed about his story, but his route is still probably my least favourite, not only because I think Towa needs a different ending for his story, but also because I just thought Madarame was boring (minor spoiler warning? ) we didn’t learn a lot about him, he does not really talk about himself or his past. I think his route had more potential, but they did nothing with it, a shame.

Edit: after replaying with all the knowledge of the story of the game I noticed how manipulative Madarame was as a character, putting Towa through mental and physical abusive, breaking him to a point he thinks he needs it. It's sad that n+c still goes this way and trys to show us this as "true love"

Fujieda

Fujieda is a good example for “don’t judge a book by its cover alone”. The first time I saw him I thought “Oh not again the ‘no fun allowed’-megane type I don’t really like”, but his voice lines and his performance in the trial version caught my attention. And his whole route turned out completely different than I expected it would - in a really good way. His personality is really great and he is not presented in a perfect way, which made it even better. He matches Towa's personality really well and towa showed way more interest in him than any other love interest

Notes

-N+C really leveled up after dmmd, everything is better: the writing, the art, the characters, with lamento is the best written n+c game

I don’t want to spoil too much, it would take away the fun, but expect a lot of pain from the last route.

- The soundtrack of the game is so good. The opening song is one of the best I’ve ever heard. It’s really catchy and the ending songs are really good too. Each of the lyrics fits the routes perfectly.

- overall the game has a very mature feeling to it, probably because the characters are way older than in other bl games

- I just want to say that extremely thankful that we have a canon gay protagonist and gay main characters. I don’t know why this is so rare? And everyone treated it like it was totally normal? Eh Yes please?

- Route-wise I enjoyed Fuji’s route way more than everyone else, but I also like Rei's, Taku had some good parts too, Madarame’s was boring and with all the abuse something I despice

- Pairing-wise Fujitowa is my favorite but I like Reitowa too

- It’s interesting how your impression on Towa changes over the course of the game

- The “bad endings” are not that bad and more sexual than gory

- There are not really a lot of sex scene in the game and you don’t really get to see Towa’s ONS. The whole point of the game is the plot. I would say it’s a game with BL elements but BL is not the main focus. That being said, if you enjoy wholesome, well developed sex scenes like me, you will be very pleased.

Conclusion

Was the game worth the high price I paid for it? Absolutely. N+C did a fantastic job. They really had a level up after their last game. Even if it took a long time to develop the game, I’m glad they pulled through. I can only recommend playing the English version of the game (or the Japanese if you can’t wait for it like me). Let’s pray together for a FD or/and drama CDs

#boys love game #boys love #slow damage #nitro+chiral #boys love game review

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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Peculiar and Beautiful // Victoria De Angelis

words // 1333

warnings // angsty but also fluffy

pairing // Victoria De Angelis x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know besties, don't forget the 'sleepover' on sunday (yes i'll be saying it on every fucking post lol) and yeah, that. also, a little complaining moment from me, im currently in sooooo much pain, my tooth hurts, i got neuralgia on a tooth and ljajakjfa so if this seems high to you it means im on meds for that lol unlucky few days anywaaaays enjoy to revive yourselves from the teasers of iwbys video

request // yes, here

summary // Reader finds themself in a emotional rut. A few comments online, the constant youtube recommendations on how to be “perfect” have been making them feel some type of way, hiding away from the one person that can help them; Victoria

It was a consistent thing and that was the issue. The comments about what Victoria did and did not deserve, who she should be with, the constant shipping with Damiano… And then there were the absolutely random videos on youtube, indirectly telling them what and who they should become, at least according to all those people online. It took less than expected to cave into the vicious lies surrounding their daily life. Although they tried to take control over the situation the absence of Victoria did nothing to improve the rut they were in at the moment.

Her presence tends to be a reassuring thing to her lover. Words need not be spoken, all problems can be hidden, but the moment they look each other in the eye everything is resolved. Understandably, Victoria missing from the equation in the moment made matters far worse than Y/N could imagine.

The self depreciation came in waves. At first it was that they looked “off” next to Victoria, as if for some reason they didn’t please the eye aesthetically when together. It was a comment that was shared around a lot. They did not believe it at first until their brain led them into looking through all the couple’s photos… Maybe they are right, they would mumble before closing the phone and continuing their work.

After that stage came the personal attack. Why don’t I look good next to her? Must be my looks. Agh, if I didn’t look like that… Whenever they passed through a mirror or reflective surface they’d stare at themselves to see how they looked, whether they looked bad or decent. Never gave enough credit to themselves, sometimes not even believing Victoria when mentioning the beauty she was lucky enough to hold in her arms. Always something about being independent and not needing anyone to make them feel valuable due to their looks. Simple and plain stubbornness.

Victoria took not too long to notice how something was off with her lover. At first, she gave not too much attention to it, knowing how both missed each other and knowing how tired they were from work. But, as days passed by she could simply not ignore the situation anymore. She first saw something was off when talking to Y/N on the phone, seeing how they did not exactly respond to her jokes and comments as they usually would. Again, she wrote it off as tiredness, missing her, just as she missed them but it was far more than that. After a while they started cancelling some of their facetime call time, saying different things about having bad days at work and, although, she believed them does not mean she was not worried out of her mind. The more that kept happening the more Victoria kept stressing. Not few were the times she’d end up falling onto Damiano’s bed and almost crying with worry.

“Why don’t you tell them to take some time off? Reckon they said their boss owes them some time off work.” And he was right. The answer to the pair’s misery was there all along and she simply had not seen it.

Victoria wasted no time, rushing to get to her phone and arrange everything. Surprisingly enough, dealing with Y/N’s boss turned out to be the easier part of the whole ordeal. The real struggle coming to persuading them about it.

“Oh come one, cucciolo, I know you want to see me-”

“I do want to Victoria, but I can not. I have work.” Lies, lies, lies. They knew they were lying, work wasn’t their trouble in the moment.

“Dealt with! You have a few days of work. Your boss was surprisingly real nice about it.” They could practically hear the smile the beautiful woman wore on her face but they could not keep their response at bay.

“What?! What did you do?!”

“You sound unhappy…”

“I am not, but Victoria why did you do this before talking to me?”

“Because…” she sighed.

“You are tired, I miss you and you are stubborn. Plus, I wanted to surprise you. I thought it’s be a good surprise... Am I wrong?”

“No, no! It’s great. When is the ticket for?” Everyone knows Y/N can never say no to Victoria, even the girl knows of her partner’s weakness, targeting it with her adorableness at times in order to get them to do something like buy her fries or in this case take a break. But Y/N was not worried about Victoria’s influence on them, or rather not that influence. They were out of this world worried about how little time it was going to take Vic to see their insecurities, maybe she’d even agree with them, they thought.

The first night of being by Vic was pretty normal, just as it was back at home, full of cuddles and kisses and all the children shows and movies playing in the background while the bassist recited all her adventures to her lover.

“And Thomas just felt face first onto the pavement! Can you believe it?!” Y/N laughed lightly, eyes fluttering in an attempt to focus on the woman in front of them and head lazily hang on the pillow by the headboard.

“Are you feeling alright, amore?” She asked, voice soft as she caressed the other person’s cheek.

“Yes, love, just a bit tired.”

“It’s alright, let’s sleep. You had a tiring flight, I get it.” Y/N simply mumbled a thank you, kissing the blonde’s forehead before pulling her close in order to sleep.

Unfortunately, the momentary bliss did not last long. After being seen together people started talking and Y/N returned to the previous thought pattern, this time getting deeper into their insecurities. They felt like they were not enough for Victoria so, while trying to not be suspicious they started distancing themselves from her. They would avoid kisses, get away way to soon for both their liking, sleep early, sleep-in… No matter what they stayed away from too much interaction with Victoria, and she was getting sick of it.

Finding them walking down the hallway from the stairs to their hotel room, Victoria rushed to her partner, making sure to get in the room with them quickly, before they had the chance to hide away - again.

“You are ignoring me,” she simply stated, voice stern but never elevated.

“O-of course not, what are you on about?!” Voice was trembling and eyes were looking everywhere but the exasperated blonde.

“Yes -agh- yes you are! You were all over me when you came here, which I’m not complaining about, and then the next day you all but slept in the tab to avoid me! What is going on, Y/N?” The use of their name might have stung just a little bit, enough to make them talk. They always got worried when Victoria went all first name basis rather than cute pet names.

“I-” they hesitated for a second but the strict look on the woman’s face made them continue.

“People talk, Victoria.”

“About what? What does-”

“About us and you and me… It’s always how I am not a good fit and other things like that and maybe they are right.”

“You don’t seriously believe that, do you?”

“Of course I believe that! Look at you, Vic, you are perfect and me? Well, I am me.”

“And that’s exactly why we are together. Because you are you! Y/N, you being who you are is why I fell for you. Your little quirks, those strong characteristics you get insecure about are literally what make you who you are, that individualize you.”

“Really?” They asked with hesitation, fearing the chance of her lying.

“Of course, cucciolo. I love those things that make you different. Reminds me that there is no other one like you and it simply makes me longing for you more,” she praised while leaving kisses all over their neck.

“I simply love you.”

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yangsbandana · 3 years

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i’m not sure what day it was exactly, but it was around this time last year that i watched hbomberguy’s video ‘why rwby is disappointing.’ i’d seen some things about rwby cross over my feed every now and then over the years--usually when it did it was some screen shot or art of some bitch with bright yellow hair, huge tits, and an ugly brown outfit and/or a girl wearing either a giant, annoying bow or cat ears on what i assumed had to be a headband. without really thinking about it, i started associating rwby with character designs i just kind of hated. but every now and then i’d see red riding hood with a massive grim reaper scythe, and i thought that was cool as hell. mostly whenever anything about rwby showed up wherever i was on the internet at the time, i’d generally kind of go ‘what the fuck is happening over there????’ and scroll past. so when i saw a youtuber i’d enjoyed in the past make a video about it and why it was ‘disappointing,’ i was like, ‘oh cool. i’ll find out why i don’t need to watch the red white black yellow show.’

(gonna put this under a cut because it basically turned into a public journal entry lmao)

so i watched his video and was like,,,, ‘okay,,,,,, this seems,,,,,, pretty bad,,,,,,, but also,,,, i cannot deny,,,,, i,,,,,, am,,,,,, i n t e r e s t e d.’ like,,,, the catgirl racism seemed really stupid and bad, and i definitely laughed along at several of his jabs about the writing, but at the same time,,,, he argued that a lot of the show’s elements were poorly communicated, but they were also really intriguing to me? and he’d also mentioned that volume three takes an interesting turn, but his video only covered through volume three and so i was also like,,,, what is that about? is the rest of it also that bad? i definitely noticed a significant shift in the animation quality when he did use some clips from later in the show, so i was also curious about that aspect.

in the end, instead of dissuading me from watching rwby, his video actually piqued my interest in a big way. enough that i started looking up how to watch the show. i was definitely kind of on the fence about watching it still,,,, like,,, i thought it might be a huge waste of time, but i was also kind of hoping it would be a so-bad-it’s-good kind of experience--i enjoy those every now and then. i don’t think i really would have watched it, though, if i hadn’t seen another youtuber i liked, @doubleca5t, post a rwby podcast around the same time. i figured that i’d watch it and see how her takes differed from hbomberguy’s because she actually seemed to like the show. (side-note, but i’d still really recommend min’s podcast if you’re looking for rwby content that isn’t terrible. min and her guests don’t shy away from criticism of the show, but it’s criticism in good faith from people who (mostly) seem to enjoy the show and appreciate what it tries to do even when it falls short). but yeah, not going to lie, when i listened to the first podcast it didn’t make a ton of sense to me given that i hadn’t watched more than a few clips at that point, but it did motivate me to watch the show with a more open mind than i would have if i had just watched hbomberguy’s video before going in.

so i started watching rwby. i almost didn’t make it through volume one, but i was determined to at least hit volume three. on the way, i did find moments i actually enjoyed. the emerald forest scenes from volume one really stood out to me. the nevermore fight. and then in volume two there was burning the candle. the paladin fight. mountain glenn. and then i found that i really liked most of volume three--it actually engaged me in a big way. and, god, the way it ENDS. you all know, but GOD it got me GOOD. ESPECIALLY the bees. like this should surprise none of you, but the way they framed the encounter with adam just blew my gay mind. ‘everything you love??? starting with her?????’ it was just so blatant??? it just really leaned into classic narrative tropes i tend to enjoy but that i’d mostly only seen applied to heterosexual couples in media? i was hooked to the show in general at this point--i was legitimately invested! but the bees in particular hit me hard.

and then they just kept hitting. but if you’re following my blog you already know how i feel about that.

i’m not going to go into my whole experience of watching rwby and the bees through the volumes, but in short, the more i watched rwby the more i enjoyed it. and yeah, it’s not even close to a perfect show,,,, but i kept remembering a part of hbomberguy’s video where he goes through a bunch of things rwby tries to do but other shows do more successfully? and the more i watched the more annoyed i got that he spent time on that? because even though i might agree that some of those shows have better execution of certain individual elements, none of them offers exactly the combination of elements that rwby offers. and it turned out that i liked that combination. i really, really liked it.

turns out that i liked it so much that i just found myself,,, thinking about the bees and rwby a fair amount? like they got into my brain! and it was fun! and that’s how i started engaging with rwby fan content. i figured out really quickly to avoid youtube, but i started lurking on twitter and on some blogs here to look at art. i started reading fic and meta-commentary. and then late in august 2020 i was on a long drive, listening to the broadway cast recording of hadestown and then just,,,, bumbleby hadestown au. the thought hit me so hard that i just,,,, had to say it publicly somewhere. so later that night i made this blog (originally titled yangpheus but shortly thereafter changed to yangsbandana) and made a brief original post about it. and then after that i posted some more,,,,? just some,,,, weird dumb posts? and i kept doing that,,,,,, now there are more than 800 of you here????? it’s just been such a weird cool turn for my life???? and now i’m actually friends with some of the people i’ve met here???? i’m playin’ dnd with some of you?????? i’m writing again????? i just never would have imagined that clicking on a youtube video about a show i thought i’d never watch would affect my life like this?

anyway,,,, just reflecting on all of that this morning. all in all, i’m really glad i’ve found myself in this corner of the internet. i plan to stick around for a while! thank you guys for hanging out!

and also,,,,,

bees kiss v9 let’s go baybee!!!!!

#anyway just wanted to mark the year #that i've kind of been around #i'm cheesy like that #not gonna tag this anything else because it's just some personal ramblings #but thought i'd share #my gay thoughts

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joontier · 3 years

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Subliminal in Scrubs | V2; report xii

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: PG-15 | genre: humor, workplace relationships

warnings: none to note

word count: 2.6k

g/n: jungkook is a brat wbk; also,,, hoseok here is supposedly as old as seokjin heh i had an internal debate whether or not i should include two other scenes but aslkdfjkasljfas but i ended up with this instead skjff hope yall enjoy!!

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The orientation went by like a breeze with Ms. Narae’s quick run throughs of Woocheon’s clinical processes and systems, training programs, hospital expectations, and the explanation of the rest of the map of the hospital you weren’t able to cover during your tour earlier. Before she wraps up, she retrieves your IDs from underneath the table and places them on top of the desk for everyone to get later. She dismisses the orientation exactly ten minutes before twelve, requesting everyone to head straight to their department’s on-call room after the break.

Soomin, who you’ve recently discovered to have her own Youtube channel, takes out her phone and records a video. You watch from the side as Soomin does her thing, until she tries to call you all over and officially introduce you as good friends turned work colleagues to all her subscribers.

You hadn’t really expected this whole vlogger thing from her, especially when Soomin was a bit reserved when you were first acquainted with each other, but then again, as your friendship grew, you realized that she had a bit of Chohee in her as well and you thought that’s what caused you to gravitate towards her naturally.

“Anybody up for lunch?” Soomin asks, rubbing her hands together after she finishes her short recording and tucks her phone back in her pocket. “Yeah, I’m starving...” you murmur, placing a hand on your belly as you hear your stomach grumble its complaint.

“I heard Woocheon is known to have the best hospital food in Korea. Ever.” Jungkook says, looking around. You’re starting to get skeptical about how Jungkook is lingering around Jimin...Or was it the other way around now? “Shall we?” With Jungkook’s undeniable proposition, Soomin briefly glances at your reluctant face, her own lips pursing with your reaction. “Fine,” you sigh.

There’s no getting rid of Jungkook now.

Woocheon’s cafeteria...does not look like a cafeteria at all.

You weren’t expecting an...urban haven of some sort, a portion of the hospital that you had least envisioned to what seems to be the warmest part of Woocheon. The laminated flooring, faux wooden grain wall panels, along with the suspended lights from this wave-like uneven wooden ceiling - it was as picturesque as a spread on an interior design magazine.

The interior could easily outrival any other kitchen in the city. “Are you sure this is not some hotel we just walked into?” Jimin questions as he marvels over the sleek urban design of the cafeteria. There’s even a café - which you recognize holds the same logo as Good Day café. You ought to confirm this with Jimin later.

As you near the serving area, the unmistakable aroma of roast beef fills your senses, making you hungrier than you were just seconds before. “Please don’t tell me Woocheon is actually serving roast beef...”

You practically salivate at the sight of the food in the counters, a lot of which you realized were influenced by western food culture. There were three different kinds of salad to choose from, baked potatoes, burgers, seafood stew, stir-fried meat, as well as the Korean classic side dishes that you’d never miss in a meal. And, true to your trusty sense of smell, roast beef was at the end of the line up in all its roasted glory.

“Yeap,” Soomin says as she turns to face you, “You have three options for the sauce too: mushroom gravy, pepper sauce, or truffle sauce,” Soomin replies matter-of-factly, pointing at the farther end of the food counter.

“Oh I love this place already!” Exclaims Jimin who’s undecided between eating to his heart’s content and risking a stomachache on the first day of work, or sacrifice half of the dishes for a later time in your stay at Woocheon. Thankfully, Jimin decides on the former.

“Make sure you have your IDs ready,” Jungkook announces as he joins the line after you. “You’ll have to tap it against this tiny device then they will automatically deduct the total amount of the food you got from your account.”

Jimin’s face falls instantly at the realization. Jungkook claps the other man’s back, face crumpled as he keeps his laughter in. “Still love this place, Jimin-ssi? Don’t worry now, the three of us can pretend we didn’t hear anything at all.”

With features forlorn, Soomin makes a hilarious attempt to appease Jimin’s disappointment by stating facts - “Jimin-ah. Hospital food isn’t free.”

“Yeah. I realize that now,” Jimin replies, an ingenuine smile playing on his lips.

“Cheer up though! Ms. Narae did mention faculty and staff get a five percent discount on all hospital services...just so happened that they included the cafeteria there as well.”

Albeit reluctant about the price, Soomin manages to convince your entire group to try out the roast beef for once (and probably your last too. Figures.) “Oh, and by the way, there is one thing that’s free actually. It’s the drink of the day - free for all staff. One each, and available during lunch only.”

Your eyes travel to the end of the counter straight away at Soomin’s reminder. Calculating the number of cartons left and the people left in the queue, you’re beyond pleased at the fact that you’ll be able to get a free 250ML carton of banana milk today, and also the last person to do so.

Unfortunately for you, a staff member returns to the counter and retrieves a tetra pack, claiming it was for a senior doctor who forgot to claim the drink. Much to your dismay, a middle-aged man in a white coat was waving to the counter, with his other hand pointing to his tray to prove that he really wasn’t able to take any milk with him. You can’t hide the scowl that creeps on your face.

Through your peripheral vision, you notice Jungkook closely monitoring the milk as well, the same look of disappointment evident on his face. Maybe losing the milk wasn’t that bad. After all, if you couldn’t one, Jungkook wouldn’t be able to score one either.

While Jimin checks out his food, one of the kitchen staff suddenly retrieves another carton from the other side of the counter, mumbling about how it must’ve fallen over earlier. You were just about to grab it when the lady at the till calls you next, and you’re forced to move your tray sideward so she can calculate the total amount of your order.

When you look up to grab your free drink, Jungkook reaches out at the same time and manages to snatch the milk quicker than you. “Hey!” Jungkook simply shrugs his shoulders at your indignant tone. “Sorry darling, finders keepers.”

You stare at him in disbelief, until the lady calls for Jungkook next, a little too loud for your liking. Your eyeroll comes almost involuntarily, and you shake your head as you follow where Jimin and Soomin were headed to as they look for a seat.

Jungkook arrives shortly after you do, so you immediately lose the chance to rant about your annoyance towards the latter. He decides to sit across you and you don’t have the chance to complain about it either when he sticks the straw in his milk while he smirks at you.

What an actual kid.

You promised yourself you won’t let him get to you, choosing inner peace over fighting with a brat. Besides, two can play at this game, and it’s going to take more than a small carton of milk for him to truly vex you, so you simply smile at him back, returning the favor (of course, while secretly wishing he might choke on his banana milk too).

“Would you guys mind if I recorded a little bit?” Murmurs of agreement are heard across the table. “Alrightey then,” says Soomin, “This time, none of you boys will be able to escape the camera this time around.” Just as you’d expected, Jimin and Jungkook whine in chorus, vocally expressing their petulance towards Soomin’s ‘vloggering’.

“Hey! For all you know, you two might even bring more subscribers when I put you two as my thumbnail!”

“I’m shy…” Jimin argues as he poorly covers his face with his small ID, yet continues to peek through the small gap between the card and the lanyard.

Soomin rolls her eyes at their childishness and records her food first, praising how surprisingly appetizing the hospital food is. She proceeds to pan the camera towards you as you say hi for the second time today. As Soomin moves onto Jimin, he instantly puts his ID down and waves at the camera sporting a cute smile. “Everyone, this is what ‘camera shy’ looks like nowadays.”

On the other hand, Jungkook, shameless as ever, pretends to not pay any regard to the camera but he decides to chew on his food with much suave, jaw tightening with every bite of the beef. Soomin calls on Jungkook to say hi, to which he responds by introducing himself and punctuating his statement with a flirty wink.

For some reason, you feel your stomach drop at the action, causing you to look away momentarily while Soomin instantaneously switches back to her front camera, “Okay, everyone, let’s just pretend these two weren’t flirting with the camera just now.” Soomin shakes her head at the two, deciding that was enough content about lunch at the hospital cafeteria.

“Shame the camera couldn’t handle it,” Jimin says, pouting as he places a hand over his chest.

“Maybe it was the lady behind the camera that couldn’t,” adds Jungkook who continues to wink, alternating both his eyes before making a weird face.

“Okay Jeon. I think that’s enough winking for today.”

Jungkook wouldn’t stop though and Soomin finally looks at you for help, “Diagnosis: winkitis, ophthalmologist recommends immediate enucleation.”

“Of course! How could I forget? A wink for this young lady over here too.” Jungkook turns to you now but you simply squint your eyes at him as you fake choking on thin air, “I think I might have lost my appetite altogether.”

As the three of you head back to the locker rooms to retrieve your stuff before going to the surgery department, another hospital staff stops briefly on their way to greet Soomin. It’s the third time in ten minutes and you’re starting to think Soomin knows not just ‘someone’ from the hospital. Strangely enough, they all seemed like they came from different departments too. This particular person must be of high authority or someone really famous to have people greet her as often as this.

When you round the corner, at the end of the corridor is a lady in formal attire, sporting the same ID as yours and it’s Soomin who approaches this person this time. As she pulls the person aside, she urges the three of you to go ahead, telling you she’ll catch up in a moment, leaving you sandwiched between Jimin and Jungkook who tower over you easily.

“Jimin, do you happen to know who it is exactly she knows here?”

The blond shakes his head no. “She’s never mentioned anybody in particular...all I know too is that she knows somebody here.”

“Some relatives perhaps? Maybe she’s a family member of a renowned doctor here?”

“How about her Youtube channel? Maybe she’s famous then? How many followers does she have?”

You quickly tap on Youtube on your phone with Jungkook’s prodding, looking up her channel on the app. “It says here she’s got quite the following actually... “ you tilt the screen for them to see, “six thousand followers…”

“That can’t be it. The second one who greeted her was at least in his mid-fifties...Boomers couldn’t have possibly been following...what does she vlog about again? Um… a day in the life of a med student…”

From behind you, you faintly hear a ‘goodbye’ and you clear your throat, alerting the two of Soomin’s return. “What were you guys going on about here?”

Jungkook chuckles, smoothly making up an alibi as he takes your phone in his hands, “Hope you don’t mind us checking out your channel…” Surely enough, your screen was showing a video of Soomin studying for her finals.

“As long as you subscribe, it’s fine with me.” She gives you all a thumbs up. “It’s been a while since I posted anything though...Maybe if we get to the on-call room early, maybe I could film a few shots too! Come on!” Soomin hooks your arm in hers and drags you to the locker rooms, leaving the two boys standing there in the middle of the hallway.

You figure the four of you were the first interns to arrive, as most of the doctors lounging around were either in their scrubs or heading out for lunch. “Soomin,” Jungkook seemingly deep in thought, taps the girl’s shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“Remember when you bumped into me on the day of our graduation...you were with someone right? Um...Jung...Ho...I can’t quite remember his name…”

“Oh you mean Jung Hoseok? He’s my cousin.”

As Jungkook opens his mouth to reply, someone calls Soomin from the other side of the room. “Soomin! You’re here!” You spot the surgeons you’ve met during the hospital tour earlier this morning - Dr. Min Yoongi, Dr. Kim Seokjin, and Dr. Kim Namjoon. You all bow promptly as soon as they stand up.

“I didn’t really have that much of a choice,” Soomin grumbles as she gets squished with each of the doctors’ hugs. “Come on! You’re saying that as if Woocheon isn’t any good at all!”

The three of you stand awkwardly in the corner while Soomin and the other doctors mingle with each other. You nudge Jungkook’s elbow, “Hey what’s with Soomin’s cous--?”

“Oh right! These are my friends - ________, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jungkook. We’re all under your care now.” The three doctors call you over, extending their arms out for a handshake, “Ready to lose your social life?” Dr. Min asks, his bright tone contrasting his drift.

“It’s an honor to meet you Dr. Min, Dr. Kim, and Dr. Kim.” You bow curtly. “Oh doctor? It's too much! Call us sunbae instead. Oppa is cool too when we’re not working.” Dr. Seokjin’s handshake lingers a little longer than usual and you feel your cheeks start to heat up. “Besides, I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time.”

Yoongi visibly grimaces at Seokjin’s words, while Namjoon covers his face with his hands, mumbling, “Hyung.... For the love of god, please make sure the patients never ever hear that…”

Namjoon’s reaction elicits laughter from the whole group, but someone’s laugh stands out above all and it’s coming from the other side of the door. Soomin seems to recognize the voice instantly. “He’s here!”

“Soooommmiiiiiinnn!!!” A loud voice echoes throughout the room. He hugs Soomin briefly, and addresses the rest of you. “Wassup bros?” The newcomer gives each of the surgeons a dap in greeting then turns to greet you three.

“The whole gang's here!” He says, rubbing his chin, “Let me guess...Jeon Jungkook, _________, and Park Jimin, right?”

Eyes wide in surprise, you nod slowly. “Soomin here has told me all about you!” Soomin is behind the man, drawing a hand across her throat. “My name’s Jung Hoseok, by the way. Nice to finally meet you all.”

“He’s the next chairman of the Woocheon Medical City,” Seokjin whispers as he winks in your direction. Hoseok elbows him in the ribs. “No I’m not.”

“Ah yes. Correction. Not yet.” Seokjin mumbles, massaging his sides. You, Jimin, and Jungkook look at each other with knowing gazes. So that’s the ‘someone’ Soomin knows.

Woocheon ought to be...interesting.

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amesstm · 3 years

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Prom???

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Summary: After coming to Japan as a transfer student from America your senior year, you miss out on prom. The Nekoma volleyball team comes to cheer you up.

A/N: I come from America so this is based off of what I know about prom. I know that prom is usually an American and Canadian thing, but just imagine a big dance where people dress fancy but dance dirty on the floor lol

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Prom was the crème de la crème of every American senior’s year. Unfortunately, being a transfer student in Japan meant that you had to travel to Japan in April to start the school year. Now, you were missing out on spending prom season with your friends.

A soft sigh unwillingly escaped your throat as you sat down on the bench in the gym. You pulled out your clipboard, ready to observe any improvements made from the boys today. Since you were spending a year in Japan, you decided that you could afford being a manager for Nekoma’s volleyball team. After some convincing from Kenma, your host family’s son, you agreed. Since you had some knowledge about volleyball from watching the Summer Olympics so much, it wasn’t too difficult fully understanding the tiny details of the game.

You were so engrossed in the multiple papers you had on each member that you didn’t realize that Kuroo, the captain, sat beside you.

“What’s wrong, Y/N-chan?” He asked, his minty breath wafting your face. You turned to look at him and was met with concerned eyes that dared you to lie to him. Kuroo always knew what was wrong. Not only was he good at reading the spikers’ movements, but he could also read you just as easily.

“Let me show you,” you replied as you reached for your phone. You unlocked it and tapped on some photos your friends sent you. They had taken the time to send pictures of prom dresses they thought were cute. Your heart ached when you remembered that you wouldn’t receive a reply until they woke up.

“Ah, it’s... prom, right?” Kuroo said before turning it into a question. You couldn’t expect him to know when most Japanese schools don’t have formal dances.

You nodded with a small pout, “Yeah, prom is very huge in America. I didn’t always want to go but going with my friends seemed really fun.”

Kuroo hummed, probably not understanding the significance of a school dance. After all, the last time he went to one was probably a festival in middle school. But the way you were pouting tugged at Kuroo’s heart.

The captain promised himself he’d focus on getting into nationals and graduate. His dreams could afford no distractions – but why was he enjoying the feeling of being sidetracked? An idea lit itself in Kuroo’s head. He knew exactly what to do.

After returning to school on Monday, you witnessed Kuroo act even more weird than usual. You sat behind him in advanced English, waiting for class to start. Obviously, the class was really easy so you could afford not preparing for now.

Then, you heard murmuring from Kuroo as he hovered over a piece of paper on his desk. Peering from the side, you grumbled that you couldn’t see what he was muttering. His broad shoulders were definitely useful on the court for blocking, but now they were blocking your view.

“Kuroo-san, what are you doing?”

Your sudden voice must’ve surprised him, because he jumped in his desk and quickly hid the paper. The whites of his eyes were as clear as day and his mouth was still agape. Something clicked in your head.

“Was that a...” You raised a finger and pulled out your phone to look up the right words. “Was that a dirty note?”

A rush of hyena laughter met your ears, causing everyone to look at you two. You looked up from your phone to see Kuroo hunched over from laughing so hard. You rolled your eyes as he forced himself to calm down, heaving all the while.

“Why? Are you curious, Y/N-chan?” He asked, with his eyebrows wiggling at you. He teased in a manner that could be interpreted in a manner that needed no translation. All you did was blink at him. He whined, “Don’t look at me like that. You look like Kenma when you do that.”

“Kenma taught me well,” you replied, sticking your tongue out. “So, what was that paper?”

“O-oh, I’m just preparing something,” Kuroo said, scratching the back of his neck. A soft pink tinged his cheeks and his eyes averted from yours.

How suspicious, but cute.

You shrugged, he’d surely tell you what it was sooner or later. Besides, the arrival of the teacher meant you couldn’t pester Kuroo for an answer now.

Soon, the school day ended with Kuroo still acting odd(er than usual). Kenma found you by your locker to begin your usual walk to the gym after school. Despite attending Nekoma for a month now, you still managed to lose yourself in the big halls. Hence, Kenma was your personal guide unless you two had different classes – aka you two never saw each other except for lunch.

Once you were finished, Kenma and you walked towards the gym. “Are you excited for practice, Kenma?”

As usual, his short answer was: “No.”

You chuckled, “One day, there’ll be a reason you’re excited for volleyball.”

“Doubt it,” he murmured in return.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. Kenma tapped away on his game and you enjoyed the last bits of sakura season. Sure, the pollen gave you sinus headaches but the photo shoot you had when you first came here was worth it.

A small trail of sakura flowers led to the entrance of the gym. You joked, “Someone must like sakura flowers.”

Kenma sneezed softly and muttered. “He’s lucky that I like him.”

You raised an eyebrow, about to ask what he meant, until Kenma opened the doors. Upon entering the gym, there was a center of sakura flowers accumulated in the middle. With a grin, Kuroo held up a sign that said: The only flower I want to take to prom is you. ♡

The bold, red letters in English were written with a shaky hand until touched up by someone more confident. Sakura flowers were carefully drawn and colored it, with patches of glitter thrown here and there.

“Awh, is this for me, Kuroo?” You asked, a smile bursting onto your face. You raised your hands to your face, shielding yourself from the cameras that were pulled out to record.

Kuroo nodded with a proud smile on his face. You approached him, unsure what to do. After all, this was the first time someone made such an effort into asking you out. “I don’t know if I did this right. I saw some videos of ‘promposals’ on YouTube, but I don’t-”

“This is perfect,” you said, quieting him by putting a finger to his lips. Then, the manager in you began to think logically about how this ‘prom’ would be pulled off. “W-wait, how are you going to do this dance?”

“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” Kuroo smiled confidently, raising a thumb at himself.

“Kenma, have you ever went shopping for anything but video games or food?” You asked, as you two drifted to a dress shop that Kenma’s mom had to recommend. Clearly, Kenma knew nothing about these types of shops until you asked him where they would be.

“Only if Kuroo drags me along to get sports gear,” he said with a shrug. His eyes were glued to a game, but he was still able to reply to you as if he gave you his absolute attention. You could never understand how he has yet to walk into a pole, either.

You shrugged, “Makes sense.”

Upon entering the shop, you two were immediately met with rows on rows of dresses. Drawn by a magnetic pull, you flew towards a section containing your favorite color. Eyes glimmering with the giddiness of a kid in a candy shop, you placed your hand on the silky material.

The best part? It had pockets.

Grinning, you asked a worker if you could try it on. Kenma mindlessly followed you to wait outside the changing rooms. The straps were a bit difficult to sort through; otherwise, it fit like a glove. You stepped out of the fitting room, and called Kenma to attention.

After he paused his game, Kenma looked up. His usual cat eyes widened slightly. “You look pretty.”

You beamed, “Should I get it then?”

Kenma nodded rigorously. Underneath his breath, too low for you to hear, he murmured, “Kuroo will like it a lot.”

The volleyball team managed to secure the gym for the event and decorated it to the fullest. You don’t know how they did it in such little time. The lights were dimmed except for some lights that you recognized from Kenma’s set up in his room. Little things here and there were objects that you remember the boys talking about in previous conversations.

Coach Nekomata smiled kindly as you entered. “You look beautiful, Y/N-san.”

“Thank you, coach,” you replied. “Thank you for doing this, too. I know it must’ve been a lot of work.”

“Oh, it wasn’t! Kuroo set it all up and I just watched,” the old man replied with a hearty laugh straight from his chest.

You blushed. Kuroo kept his promise. He said he would make it happen and it did. Speaking of which, your date had come prepared from the coach’s room. A small box was in his hands.

Unlike Kuroo’s usual, confident swagger, he seemed timid as he approached you. “I-I also saw that prom dates give this to each other.”

He opened the box, revealing a beautiful corsage that matched perfectly with your dress.

“How did you know my dress would look like this? I wanted it to be a surprise.” You pouted.

Kuroo blinked, “Kenma sent me a photo.”

You also blinked. Then you looked to the traitor pudding-head beside the rooster. “KYANMA!”

Blood rushed to your cheeks and you hid behind your hands once more. You murmured, “Ah, I was in my natural state.”

“You’re breath-taking, don’t hide yourself from me,” Kuroo whispered into your ear, hints of a smile in his voice.

Now you were definitely red and about to burst. You laughed, “You’re just saying that.”

“I don’t give away compliments for no reason.” His genuine smile melted away the insecurities that bubbled to the surface. With your facial expression softening, he took the cue to lead you to the dance floor.

The different colored lights cascaded to drape Kuroo in beautiful lighting. Red was truly his color, as his face was shaded with the hue. Something about the mood shifted as his hands made their way to your waist.

Deciding to take the lead, Kuroo swung you two back and forth. The song was slow, so he adjusted as needed to match the beat. Should you have told them that American proms were basically fancy clubs with promiscuous music? Probably; although Coach Nekomata would definitely not approve.

Oh well, I can grind on Kuroo later. Wait -

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Kuroo chuckled as he lifted your face to look up at him.

You pouted with a glare, “I-I wasn’t looking at you like that!”

“You wish you were,” Kuroo laughed as your eyes widened.

“Why are you like this?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“But you like me, don’t you?” He smirked as his eyes danced with mischief.

Okay Sky-Daddy, please kill me. As if Kuroo read your face, he hastily said, “Don’t worry, I like you, too.”

Your breath hitched, “But I’ll have to go back to America, Kuroo.”

“I know. Trust me, I know,” Kuroo sighed. “But in the little time that I’ve known you, I’ve already started to like you. Heck, it feels dangerous.”

“I don’t want to start something that might end on other sides of the globe,” you admitted.

Kuroo’s eyes drooped, “I know.”

“But I want to try,” you reassured. How could you possibly express yourself in a different language right now? Then, you remembered the phrase. It couldn’t be directly translated to English, but the feeling was universal. “It’s like ‘koi no yokan’.”

Kuroo grinned with a soft laugh, “Exactly. So, we’ll try dating?”

“Yes, Kuroo,” you affirmed with a smile gracing your features.

“Call me Tetsu.”

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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The Musician Next Door

[Close enough for me, Gif credit to @jensenacklescious]

Square: Vancouver ( @supernatural-jackles tell a story bingo)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: The reader is an extra on Supernatural, and has a musical talent. But little did she know her music attracted the attention of her neighbor.

Warnings: Nothing bad, just fluff, sweet music (I recommend searching on YouTube to listen to while reading), and some comedy.

Word Count: 1,860

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A/N: A small teaser of a possible series I have in mind thanks to Jensen’s recent Instagram post. But this is not going to be the series, it’s something similar. But still, I hope you like it. :3

She’s always wanted to come to this city. Well she’s always wanted to go to Canada, Vancouver was just the plus side.

And, an ever more plus side was the job she managed to grab. An extra on her favorite show. Supernatural.

Sure it was its last and final season and they were finishing up but with having a limited number of extras due to the pandemic she was one of the few they needed.

She drove down the towns streets, seeing it’s lights shimmer in the night. Making her smile softly at the scenery. Another reason she loved Vancouver. It was such a beautiful city.

She got to her apartment complex, the same one her friend lived in. And she learns quickly who her neighbors are.

After getting rather bored on day 3 into quarantine, she looked at her music set. She knew how to play piano and guitar.

She turns on the electric piano, picking the grand piano setting she begins to play with a few keys. Playing nonsense sounds, but a pleasant melody.

She then began leading into one of her favorites. Her favorite anime show, Inuyasha, playing his lullaby piano song.

Playing at the pace of the song, relaxing as she continued to play. After finishing one verse she began singing lightly with the music.

She began to slow the music as it came to a close. She paused for a brief second before playing more.

She began to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sentra first movement. And blending the end of it with Supernatural’s Dean’s Family Dedication Theme song.

A tear slipping down her cheek as she remembers this is the last time the show will air. She knows how it will end. They all knew. She doesn’t like it, but she didn’t voice it.

She finished the song with a nice peaceful and gentle end. Till her phone buzzed.

“That was beautiful sweetheart, can I make a request?”

The number belonging to Jensen Ackles. Her heart fluttered in her chest. Turns out he was her neighbor. Who would have thought she had an audience of one listening.

“Sure, what would you like to listen to me play…or attempt to play?” she texts back.

She saw him read it quickly before seeing the jumping three dots, showing he’s typing something.

“I am working on a song for my second album, if I send you a sample of it, could you try to bring it to life on the piano?”

Her heart rate skyrocketed. A song that hasn’t even been released yet, but also still in the works she was going to listen to.

“Sure, let me see what you got.” She texts.

He sent her the audio file to her phone promptly, playing it on her headphones, she can hear the notes coming to her.

Giving it a few play throughs, listening intently to the notes on the guitar, his words being sung. She looked at her keys on her piano and began playing around. Until she found the right notes.

Learning the piano, she didn’t learn the traditional way. She taught herself. Just messing around on the family’s grand piano, she learned the simple twinkle little star. Then an armature Amazing Grace. She had an ear for music, she let the music flow through her like wind blowing through her hair. The way the breeze felt on her skin. Making music felt like that to her.

She began playing the song, even singing the song to help her timing with the next verse and the next verse after that.

Once finished, she noticed it had gotten late.

“It was nice playing for you Jay, but I need to head to bed.”

“Okay, goodnight. Sleep well.”

All throughout quarantine she had been playing with her instruments. Entertaining Jensen mostly, but it also relaxes her.

But on their first day on set, after being tested and gotten the okay to head on the sound stage for blocking she went to see Jensen.

Seeing him and Jared walking together to the sound stage, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself at how much like brothers they were.

“There she is the little musician next door.” Jensen says, coming to her, wrapping an arm around her.

“He told me you play piano, do you really?” Jared asked.

“I do a little bit; it’s been a while.”

“Well, it’s like riding a bike. You never forget. You were so good.” Jensen comments.

“Aw, thanks Jay.”

“Got any new songs to play tonight or…can I make a request again?”

“You can always make a request. Besides, I was writing this song and I just need to get the notes right, the words right and then I’m posting it to my YouTube Channel.”

“Doing YouTube now, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m trying it out. I can’t seem to enjoy a single day job I get. I enjoy jobs like this. Acting, where I can tell a story. Writing, where I can create the story. Music, just creating good sounding, relaxing and calming music.”

“You are such an amazing creator; I think you’ll do great as a YouTube creator.”

“You think so?”

“Totally, right Jare?”

“For sure, hey, do vlogging, give us a behind the scenes.”

“I’m not sure about vlogging, that requires being in front of the camera. And I’m so camera shy.”

“Yet you’re an extra on Supernatural.” Jensen smirks.

“Okay, maybe…I don’t know what it is. But I just don’t want to vlog, okay.”

“It’s okay.” Jared says.

Later that day, she can’t get her thoughts together back at the apartment. She paced back and forth. From the kitchen to the balcony and back around. She was beyond distracted.

“Jay, are you available for hanging out for a little. I can’t focus.” She texts him.

A moment passes when she thought he might have been busy.

“Yeah, just had to get a pizza out of the oven. Want to come over and just chill for a bit?”

“Sure, I just can’t focus on my music right now.”

“It’s fine. Come on over.”

Putting on her shoes she walks over next door to Jensen’s apartment.

Knocking on the door she hears his dog barking.

“Quiet Icarus.” She could hear him beyond the door shushing his dog. Making her chuckle.

“Hey,” he says opening the door. “Come on in.”

She enters, taking her shoes off at his door.

“Want some pizza?”

“Sure,”

Jensen grabs two plates out, giving each two slices of pizza. And walking over to the couch. Turning on his apple tv.

He turns it onto Netflix, Orange is the new black.

But halfway through his second slice he notices she’s not paying attention to the tv. But instead is looking outside. Eating in silence.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks kindly.

“A lot. Stuff going on at home. This whole YouTube thing being real, I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore. It just seems like I’m just going with it.”

“Nothing wrong with going with the flow. But, this stuff at home, how bad is it?”

“It’s nothing bad, I can handle it. it just takes a lot of mental power to get myself past it. You know.”

“For sure.”

They sat back in silence.

“Here, how about we go for a little walk on the town. That should help relax you a bit.” Jensen suggests, as he finishes his pizza. Y/N not even halfway through her first slice.

“Where to?”

“Nowhere, just out for a little relaxing walk. Come on, and grab a jacket it’s supposed to be a little chilly.”

Jensen may not have had a destination in mind, but he knew one place that would help her relax.

The ports, anywhere where there was ocean. He noticed in her posts on Instagram, when she’s at a tropical beach she looks relaxed and at peace with everything. And she knew deep down, once she saw the sun setting by the waters and seeing what they were walking up towards, she knew that he knew.

She felt herself calm at the sight.

“See, you look relaxed already.”

“Thanks Jay, I really appreciated this.”

“It’s not a problem.” he says. Leaning kissing her atop her head with an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“That jacket’s not warm enough, is it?”

“No, not really.”

A small shiver shook through her as she said that.

He chuckles. “Lets get you home and warm you up.” he says, leaning in, pecking a sweet kiss on her cheek. A centimeter too close to her lips.

Y/N looked up at him with a smirk.

“What was that?”

“It was a kiss, why…”

“You were a bit close to my lips Jay…are you trying to tell me something?” she gives him a playful smirk.

“Okay,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I may like you, since the first day you and I met on set. You kind of took my breath away.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as her face heated up at the comment. Making Jensen smile with a chuckle.

“I, uh…I like you too Jay. I thought it might be a crush thing but, it just wouldn’t shake. I really, really like you.”

Jensen had a smile that went from ear to ear. He brought her in a tight embrace, holding her close.

“I know what you’ve been through. And I want to be there for you, to help you through it all.” He says.

“Thank you Jay, I want to be there for you too.” She says.

She pulls away slightly to look up at him. She could see his eyes glide down from her eyes to her lips as he slowly leans in. Planting a soft kiss fully on her lips.

Their lips moving in a soft dance with each other, his tongue grazing her bottom lip silently asking for permission. She parts her lips at the right moment to allow him in and dominate her mouth in the kiss.

Just when their kiss grew hungry, and their skin began to heat up at the attraction and arousal.

“Finally!”

They pulled away, stunned at the exclamation. Seeing Jared walking down the sidewalk, facetime on revealing Misha.

“It’s about time you two got together!” Misha shouted on the phone.

Y/N’s face heated up once again, hiding against Jensen’s chest. Jensen chuckling.

“Yeah, finally you two can stop with the longing stares and the…does she like me? Does he like me?” Jared says.

“How’d you know we came down here?”

“I didn’t, I saw you and I saw her, and I couldn’t help myself.” Jared smiled.

The couple chuckling.

“You two were being such idiots.”

“Well, we can be idiots together, now, do you mind?” Jensen says.

“Oh, right, get back to making out with your girl. See you two on set, you better have hickey’s to show for it!” Jared shouts as he walks away.

Jensen and Y/N just rolling their eyes, giving each other a quick chaste kiss before walking back to the apartment.

Only he walked back with her to her apartment and sat with her as she played her music, even joining in turning it into a sweet duet.

a/n: What’d you think? Let me know, feedback is always appreciated.

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bubblestheraccoon · 3 years

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Music Mixes

Lumberjanes “Arts and Crafts” Program Field

Treble Maker Badge

“Some Risks are worth the Reward”

Music fuels the mind and thus fuels creativity. A creative mind has the ability to make discoveries and create innovations. The greatest minds and thinkers like Hildegard von Bingen, Barbra Strozzi, and Florence Mary Taylor all had something in common in that they were constantly exploring their imagination and creativity. As a Lumberjane it will be vital that we not only enrich our minds, but enrich those around us. Music is just one of the many mediums that can create an empowering environment, it is one of the few mediums that can be enjoyed at any time.

Finch’s Notes:

This post is based on a section from the bonus content from Lumberjanes: To The Max Edition Volume One. I did not create these playlist, their titles, or the blurb at the top of the post. If any of the links are wrong or broken, or if I should add any more disclaimers for song content, please feel free to let me know!

*D-Slur Warning.

**Only version of the cover I could find on youtube, here’s a version of song without the extra audio but it’s on a Russian website that overwrote my adblocker a little bit so visit it at your own risk. Here’s the song it was covering if you want that instead.

***Could not find cover on youtube. Link instead goes to band camp.

****F-Slur Warning.

Fox Fight Jams! By April!

Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett

Run the World (Girls) by Beyonce

Northshore be Tegan & Sara

Woo Hoo by The 5 6 7 8s

Wilderness by Sleater-Kinney

Wolf by Now, Now

Spin Around by Josie and the Pussycats

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Theme

Jet Pack by Dog Party

Pirates by Jenny Owen Youngs

Dance Apocalyptic by Janelle Monae

Bamboo Bones by Against Me!

Push It by Salt-n-Pepa

I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift

Up All Night by One Direction

Roar by Katy Perry

Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor

Say You'll Be There by the Spice Girls

Ribs by Lorde

Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks (”Best Song Ever”-April)

River Adventure Mix of dooooom by Mal

I Was An Island by Allison Weiss

Shark In The Water by V.V. Brown

Let's Submerge by X-Ray Spex

Eyes Open by The Gossip

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill*

Giant Kitty by Shonen Knife

I Won't Follow by the Secret Someones

4Ever by The Veronicas

Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne

Take Me Away by Fefe Dobson

Borne On The FM Waves by Against Me! & Tegan Quinn

Ain't It Fun by Paramore

3 Small Words by Josie and the Pussycats

Anchor by Letters To Cleo

That's Not My Name by The Ting Tings

Independent Woman Part 1 by Destiny's Child

Crush by the Sleigh Bells

Oh! by Sleater-Kinney

Tropical by Plumtree

Rhiannon by Best Coast or Fleetwood Mac

The Con by Tegan & Sara

The Competition by Kimya Dawson

Cave Tunes by Molly

I Have Confidence by Julie Andrews

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

Tightrope by Janelle Monae feat Big Boi

Just A Dream by Taylor Swift

Heartbreak Dream by Betty Who

Corner of the Sky by the Jackson 5

Valerie by Amy Winehouse

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston

Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn

Let It Go by Idina Menzel

Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations

Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

Jolene by Dolly Parton

Rock ‘n Roll High School by Shonen Knife

Don’t Save Me by HAIM

The Cave by Dia Frampton**

She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert

This Is For by Ingrid Michaelson

Cut It Off by Mal Blum

Smash Into You by Beyonce

Jen’s Perfect Camp Mix by Ripley

Gravity Falls Theme Song

Summertime by Audra McDonald

Strong Enough by Kina Grannis

(You’re So Square) Baby, I Don’t Care by Cee Lo Green

Waterfalls - TLC

Just A Girl by No Doubt

Nobody Knows Me At All by The Weepies

I’m Beginning To See The Light by Ella Fitzgerald

Bad Girls by M.I.A.

Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls

Magic To Do by Patina Miller & Ensemble

***Flawless by Beyonce

Come On by Josie And The Pussycats

Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey

Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles

Jo’s really rad! Mix by Jo

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Theme

Androgynous(Live) by Joan Jett and Against Me!

Tous Les Memes by Stromae

Sunshine by Rye Rye feat M.I.A.

L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold

What About Your Friends by TLC

Just One Of The Guys by Jenny Lewis

Melody by Kate Earl

Red Cape by Priscilla Ahn

No Wow by The Kills

I Found You by Tilly and the Wall

Do You Remember the Morning by Kid in the Attic***

Cheerleader by St. Vincent

Concrete Wall by Zee Avi

You Can Count On Me by Panda Bear

Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac (”<3″-Jo)

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds

Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie

Oblivion by Grimes

Q.U.E.E.N. by Janelle Monae and Eryka Badu

Rapid Decompression by Against Me!

Roanokes Rule: The Mix[!][!][!] by April

Rattlesnake by Saint Vincent

Transgender Dysphoria Blues by Against Me!****

Amazon by M.I.A.

Another One Bites The Dust by Queen

Art-I-Ficial by X-Ray Spex

Separate Rooms by Now, Now

What’s Mine Is Yours by Sleater-Kinney

Sci-Fi Wasabi by Cibo Matto

Tennis Court by Lorde

Son Of A Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

Desire Lines by Deerhunter

Hot and Cold by Ex Hex

White Daisy Passing by Rocky Votolato

Misguided Ghosts by Paramore

For The Best by Gregory and the Hawk

The Hymn Of Acxiom by Vienna Teng

Capture The Flag by Broken Social Scene

From A Shell by Lisa Germano

Rosie’s Turn

Feeling Good by Nina Simone

Annabelle Lee by Sarah Jarosz

Terrible Things by April Smith & The Great Picture Show

You Can’t Be Told by Valerie June

Wild Geese Blues by Gladys Bentley

The Day Is Short by Jearlyn Steele

One Dime Blues by Etta Baker

Hard Way Home by Brandi Carlile

The Devil’s Paintbrush Road by The Wailin’ Jennys

To The Bone by Okou

Panic Cord by Gabrielle Aplin

Cups (You’re Gonna Miss Me) by Lulu and the Lampshades

Crayola Doesn’t Make A Color For Your Eyes by Kristin Andreassen

Complimentary Me by Elizabeth & The Catapult

Blue Spotted Tail by Kina Grannis

Sorry About The Doom by Slow Club

You Know I’m No Good by Amy Winehouse

From Texas: Big “D” by Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett

Finch’s Notes Cont:

Hi! I made this post to avoid work. But mostly I made this post because Lumberjanes is something really important to me, and these playlist are a part of my enjoyment of Lumberjanes I don’t see people talking about a lot! So I decided to make a post in order to share them with y’all. I remember hunching over my phone making a spotify playlist (here, though it’s missing a few songs that aren’t on spotify) while on a trip to California in the summer of 2018 when I first got into Lumberjanes. I probably listened to these songs while I made my first ever Lumberjanes fanart. These mixes helped me to discover artist I really love, like Janelle Monae and Mal Blum. I hope you enjoy them as well!

Other notes: Sk8r Boi is crossed out as that is the way it appears on Mal’s playlist. Also, I tend to shy away from music videos as a personal preference, so that’s why there are so few included on this playlist, though I’m sure many of these songs have beautiful music videos. I might reblog this post in the future with some youtube playlists of these mixes, but if you want to find them yourself there are a lot of playlists of these songs made on youtube already! Or you can make your own playlists using this post.

And, just for fun, have one final Lumberjanes themed music recommendation:

Lumberjanes by Various

#lumberjanes #mine #music #mixtapes #long post

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thenamelesssystem · 4 years

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System Journal

Hello everyone, today I wanted to talk about system journaling.

First of all, what is system journaling? System journaling is essentially journaling except you and your system partake in it. It’s a physical way to communicate with other alters in your system.

What is system journaling for? It’s mainly (for us) a way to communicate with each other, ask questions about the system, system announcements, logging switches throughout the day, proof, and just a way to talk and have fun together (i.e. hosting challenges). Of course, those are just the major ones for my system and I. It varies from system to system!

What do I mean by roof? Well, it simply means we are using this journal to help get a diagnoses because our therapist and family don’t really believe I/we have DID.

How to get started: Getting started is quite simple. You will need a journal, pens and/or pencils, tabs/bookmarks (optional), and motivation (preferably throughout the system), Oh, and since this is about system journals, you’ll also probably want to be a system.

Ok, so, let’s say that you have all of that stuff, where do you actually get started?: I would start with mapping out all of the sections in your notebook. This is where the tabs/bookmarks come in. Of course you don't need tabs or bookmarks, but they are helpful. In our journal we have a section for general information, rules, alters, apps, polls, system announcements, general notes/discussions, weekly check ins, switch log, trigger warnings, and requests. Of course, you don’t have to use these and you can also always add more! I’ll go into all of these in a minute!

General Information: We use this a section to record, as the name suggests, general information. this information includes things such as the system name, the day we get diagnosed, head count, body age and birthday, and things like that. But, it is up to you to decide how you want to do it!

Rules: This section is pretty self explanatory. This is a section where you can list the rules for using this notebook. Some of ours consist of keep swearing to a minimum, label triggering things with the appropriate trigger warnings, and no bullying. Once again, this section is all up to you and your system!

Alters: For this section, we just have all of our willing alters write down their name (in their handwriting). Pretty simples, right? You can set this section up however you would like. (such as adding the alters gender, age, pronouns, etc.).

Apps: This one is very optional. WE have a few apps to help keep track of everything in our system. This section is just explaining how to use those apps! (the apps we use so far are daylio, mystagram, discord, and amino)

Polls: This is just a place you can ask questions. This is how we have ours set up: (Key: Q=questions, Y=yes, N=No, VE=voting ends, FD=final decision)

(We use tally’s)

Q=Should we cut the bodies hair? Y: IIII N: II VE: Nov. 20 FD: Yes, only if parents allow it

System Announcements: A place to inform everyone on minor or major changes to the system

General Notes/Discussions: Just a little place for chatting

Weekly Check Ins: A place to go to at the end of every week to tell how it went. You can add a scale (i.e. 10 being amazing and 1 being awful) or whatever you would like!

Switch Logs: Very simple, a place to log (keep track of) your switches! This can be very simple (This alter -> This alter) or more complex (Time, date, alters, location, etc,),

Trigger warnings A place to list all of the trigger warnings you guys have. It could be general, positive, negative, or whatever you want!

Requests: This might be a little confusing, but basically we use this as a section where you can request something to be added to the trigger warning list or the rules. For example: Can we add (blank) to the trigger warning list? If you would like to request anonymously there are various ways you can! Since we’re all pretty good at copying the host handwriting, That’s what we mainly use if we want to remain anonymous.

Ok, well that’s all I have for you today! If you have any questions please feel free to ask. When we get our YouTube channel up, we are planning on recording a video on our system journal. If you guys have any recommendations, please let us know as well! Anyways, thanks for reading and I’ll see you all on the next post!

-Lilith

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Hi! I just got into MBBS and im starting in a couple weeks. I was wondering if you could recommend me some more indian medblrs? Im having a hard time finding them :\ Also do you have some advice for lil baby med students? Im really nervous lol. thank you

Hi! First of all, congrats and welcome aboard the trying life and times of a med student! 😂

Please go through my tag "blogrecs" to find lists of medblrs (both Indian and not) here! Apart from those I've already tagged, I'll list some more Indian /South Asian medblrs I came across!

@imasmallboat

@a-piece-of-existence

@sillypandagarden

@lalarevisionland

@janeshowers

@drsatan-36

@jekkylstudies

@icarus-study

(if other Indian/South Asian medblrs see this, please say hi in the replies! I'd love to get to know more of you guys too! ^_^)

As for advice, I'll break it down by subjects, that'll be more helpful, I hope?

I personally struggled with anatomy because it was a sudden and kind of a vast subject, I had trouble remembering all the nitty gritty details. I'll recommend you draw a lot of diagrams when you're reading a topic, they don't have to be super clean or pretty, just good enough for you to understand. Refer to as many atlases you want, Netters was definitely the best :') Grey's Anatomy for Students was a massive help, and I still refer to it.

I also relied heavily on YouTube channels like

AnatomyZone

Armando Hasudungan

Ninja Nerd Lectures

Khan Academy Medicine

Dr Najeebs Lectures

Geeky Medics

Medical Animations

and other tutorial channels for little topics here and there (esp embryology)

As for physio and biochem, I'll recommend you read from standard textbooks like Harpers and Guyton / Ganong, no matter what your seniors and peers tell you (because you'll see as you go on, that most of the curriculum will nudge you towards books by local authors, which are somewhat more confusing and lacking in certain core concepts, at least that's what I felt). The standard textbooks will definitely more challenging to go through the first time, but trust me, the basic concepts you'll build will pay off all through your future years! :D

Thirdly, make your own notes! And keep them nice and fresh in a big fat notebook, because you'll be referring to them all through the future years, up until final MB lol 😂

I wish I'd done this part myself more stringently. My first and second year notes are now all scattered all throughout a lot of notebooks and I'm perpetually looking through a swarm of stuff just to find one topic, you get me? :') so, organisation from day 1 is the key!

Next up, you n I both know how memorisation heavy the Indian curriculum can be, and how marks oriented it all gets :')

So I'd advice you stock up on a bunch of previous years MB / semester questions of your college / University board beforehand and keep practicing! Get them from your seniors or bookstore in your college, they should be available.

Go attend your clinics/wards from day 1, don't be discouraged by seniors who might scoff at you for going forwards from early on. Be curious, ask questions, talk to your professors about things you didn't understand, and always remember to ask for help! If group study works for you, then find two or three people who you can form a study group with and study together!

Apart from these, I'll say don't be too intimidated by your professors and peers (and esp some overacheiving ones who'll constantly put your self esteem to shreds, :'D they'll be there)

But don't let them get the best of you. Remember, you're here because you're curious, you love knowing things, you want to know how the human body works, and your ultimate goal is to be a good human being and a compassionate doctor to people who come to you, vulnerable and in need of help. How you empathise with their problems and are kind to them in their times of need will speak much more about your professional ethics than how much fancy technical nitty gritties of medicine you know or how many shining achievements you have on a piece of paper :')

Wish you all the best, and hope your upcoming years in medicine is exciting and happy! 😊

#asks #blogrecs #Medblr #Studyblr #Indian Medblr #Indian Studyblr #Medicine #Med school #livinginalandfill #Links #Resources

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wayv reaction - helping their s/o babysit

requested

genre: fluff

author’s note: i kinda went a little overboard i guess. i included their reaction to the reader asking, like in your request, but added a little more after that. i hope it’s what you wanted!! 🤗🤗

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

qian kun

when you had asked kun if he would join you to help baby sit a friend’s toddler, kun said he didn’t mind. if anything he thought it would be fun. however, when he first met the toddler, he was not what he expected. your friend’s toddler was very energetic but also a little spoiled (as all babies are). he was a handful, and you and kun both struggled with him. kun would often play with his toys with him, but sometimes the toddler would think it’s funny to throw toys at him. kun would tell him that that’s not okay, but then the toddler would cry and claim he’s being mean. at this moment, your friend was calling you, so you scrambled into another room, hoping she could hear her child crying. after the call, you were surprised to find kun on the couch with the toddler in his lap, fast asleep. kun himself would be half asleep with a movie in the background, but when he spotted you, he smiled proudly. “that wasn’t so bad.”

chittaphon leechaiyapornkul [ten]

i think ten would be a little nervous, but wouldn’t show it. when you had asked him, he first asked why him. and when he heard it was because you wanted to hangout with him as well, and perhaps this would be fun, ten couldn’t say no. it was your baby cousin that you and ten had to watch. she was terribly shy, even around you, her family, but she still clung to your leg like a monkey. ten felt a little bad and would try to do things to get her to laugh, such as dancing or grabbing one of her toys. eventually, after grabbing a you that she’s had since she was born, she inched away from your leg, creeping towards ten. ten’s heart would warm at the sight as he held it out to her, to which she hugged. “there you go.” ten would say. she would smile at him, and this would urge ten to continue to find toys to play with. he had fun himself with the music ones, which impressed your cousin. eventually, it felt like you didn’t need to be there as your boyfriend played with your baby cousin. seeing ten interact with children warmed your heart.

dong sicheng [winwin]

winwin would be surprised that you had asked him to help babysit. it was a family friend’s set of twins, and you knew they were going to be a handful so you needed your own extra pair of hands. winwin tried to think if he had any excuse not to go, he was nervous at the thought of kids, but he also didn’t want to let you down so he decided to go. the kids intimidated winwin at first. things were a little awkward. winwin didn’t know what to do and he often wondered if he should just sit on the couch and let you entertain them. but then winwin offered to put on a movie, and then the kids had their full attention on him, asking him to put on frozen 2. and so winwin did, not knowing what the movie was. but eventually winwin became engrossed in the movie. the kids moved to the couch sitting on either side of your boyfriend. it was a sight that needed to be remembered, so you snapped a picture.

wong yukhei [lucas]

i feel that when you first ask lucas to join you to help babysit your niece, lucas would be confident. he felt that it would be easy to interact with your niece. however when you and him first arrived, she completely ignored him. she focused on you, and you told lucas it was because he was a stranger. so as you played with your niece, lucas tried to find ways to gain her attention, now feeling embarrassed, even sad. eventually, as lucas sat next to you, she began to notice lucas. she would talk to him about her favorite toys, sometimes giving them names. lucas would be thrilled, he smiling brightly at you, and you returning his smile. it was cute watching him interact with your niece. after a while, your niece brought over an old teddy bear. she claimed, “i’m going to name him lucas.” and lucas asked why. and she responded, “because he’s old, like you and aunt y/n.” you gasped, feigning offense which made her laugh. but lucas loved it.

xiao dejun [xiaojun]

xiaojun would be a mixture of kun and winwin. it sounded fun, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure what to expect. this was your best friend’s children. one of them was a toddler, and the other was only two years old. xiaojun was more nervous about the older child. you and him arrived and tried entertaining them, you became preoccupied with the baby so xiaojun had to play with the toddler. the toddler was a little shy. he hardly said a word. but after some time of silence, xiaojun noticed some books, and asked if he had a favorite one. this caught the toddler’s attention, so he hurried over and pulled out a book about a baby shark. xiaojun offered to read it to him which led to the toddler climbing into his lap. xiaojun laughed and began. it wasn’t long however before the little kid fell asleep in his lap, and ziaojun didn’t want to move. you came in later with the baby in your arms, asleep. you both silently laughed at the situation.

wong kunhang [hendery]

i feel like hendery would be a little nervous, and would voice that to you a lot. you would reassure him that it was nothing to worry about. it was just your nephew after all. so you and him got there and you introduced him. immediately your nephew loved him, which surprised hendery. he still was unsure. your nephew would love to show hendery his favorite things, and babble about random things around the house. hendery would listen, laughing sometimes. he was feeling better. eventually, your nephew led him to the tv where he asked for help putting on youtube. you could see the recommended videos of baby shark amongst other children’s songs. but there were a few kpop ones and wayv was on. hendery was shocked as your nephew put on “take off” and started dancing. you recorded the moment on your phone as your nephew tried to mimick dance moves while adding in his own, hendery behind him dancing too.

liu yangyang

hearing from you that you wanted him to join you in babysitting your little cousins, yangyang would be excited, probably as enthusiastic as lucas. he would ask a lot of questions, wanting to know more about your cousins. after all, they were your family, they were important. however once getting there, he felt he was a little in over his head. your little cousins were loud, and yangyang was a little overwhelmed. you were too, but had grown used to it. you and yangyang would work to calm them down, asking if they’d like to watch a movie. after they kept declining, you weren’t sure of what to do. yangyang suggested playing a game, and that got their attention. the oldest asked which game. yangyang asked for him to pick. and so everyone became calm and then sat at the dining table where many games were played. at least no one was screaming anymore.

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