#[ work has been fucking insane lately OTL ]

[lorelune]

im too shy to come off anon atm but tysm for the 2nd part after scrap metal. i quite literally screamed (internally, since i was with someone when i saw it) and after reading it, im well fed but just as starved for more OTL

idek where to begin w my thoughts, ugh, you write blade so well. SO WELL. like maybe ppl can write unhinged characters fine, but you. YOU. are so different with that. ill probably find the words in the future to describe what im feeling about this series(??bc it technically can be standalone) but all i can say is that im with the mind to print your writing out and eat it. like, chew it with my molars and swallow it, and then print another one to eat some more, maybe put some slices on my next meal LOLLL. idk, i want to consume it and have it in my veins.

i for real cannot come up with the words to describe this,,,,but i promise im not crazy !! (debatable tbh) i just really like WORDS and WRITING and this just made me just as insane as blade's probably feeling. it's beyond just being giddy bc one of my fav authors wrote for one of my fav charas and it happened to be a reader insert -- there is a fundamental nutrient being provided by your writing and it could have been for any fandom/show, and i probably wouldve had a similar reaction.

your writing has always been wonderful and captivating, but there is smth about the way you wrote blade's pov (brOTHER there is so much ART in the way consciousness was expressed, im frothing at the mouth--) in this and scrap metal that i think really showcased how well you write. like i said, this piece could have been for any other fandom (and i'd still read it bc you wrote it <3) and i know it wouldve hit me like a truck all the same.

this got super long bc it's late where i am but i really wanted to let you know how much i appreciate your work and the talent you have with writing, and this blade series made it so that i couldnt keep these thoughts to myself !!

ik this is only my 2nd ask but since idk when ill come off anon (bc im shyyy) i hope you dont mind me calling myself "slightly feral anon" LOLL (or if you have a better name it's up to you!!)

anon anon ANON (slightly feral anon = sfa anon FOR SHORT!!) thank you for the ask!!! and for reading and enjoying scrap metal and braised!!! 💕✨!!!! i am glad i could provide some fundamental nutrient rich chewable good brain feeling writing 🫡💓

TRULLLY blades pov is fascinating. it's what inspired me to write scrap metal to begin with!! i was thinking abt blade pov in present day game timeline and was like "damn he'd be fucking crazy :3c". i had such immediate brain worms and had to play around with it!!! the whole idea really grabbed me!! the prose hit too so hard like. this guy is not gonna think or feel in a way that is linear and its been SO indulgent and fun to write!!!

not to mention :3c i am excited to write more of these dynamics :3ccccc miss kafka does thing to me on a soul deep level and the relationship between her and blade and her and reader is so twisted and wretched and its so sexy of her. i'm excited for more of the yan olympics

SFA ANON!! thank you for this ask it has brought me much joy 🙏!! thank you once again for the kindness and for reading and sharing your thoughts, your feedback is very appreciated!!!!

[elitaxne]

//idk why but sometimes Elita’s personality makes me think of Agent May from Agents of SHEILD

「 OOC. 」

I mean, two badass leader ladies who don’t take no shit... Seems right on the money to me !! Lol, I’ve never actually watched the show myself but I’ve seen gifsets of Agent May floating around and yeah... I feel like her and Elita are one in the same haha

[kouyurii]

if youre having a bad day you need to read this :(

or maybe it’s the way that Samu pries you up out of bed with careful, gentle hands. He passes you a pair of comfortable leggings that you pull on mindlessly, then one of his old Inarizaki VBC sweatshirts you like so much, and finally he bundles you into one of his own coats before guiding your teetering, dozy form out the door and into his truck.

IM SOBBING THIS ENTIRE PART HAD ME MELTING INTO A PUDDLE????

the soft intimacy of reader trusting samu to get them dressed; samu treating them with so much gentleness and love and aa my heart is so full

“Yer coffee’s still hot, and I got us donuts.” Samu takes one hand off the wheel to grab a paper bag from the floor by his feet.

HELLO ALL THE LOVE HE HAS SHOWN READER UP TILL NOW LIKE IM SO!!!!!

it's such tiny little details; him telling them to buckle their seatbelt; already having coffee in an insulated bottle for them; and now buying them food

but it's so insanely sweet samu your hand in marriage please

THE WAY THEY DONT EVEN NEED WORDS BETWEEN THEM AND THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO FOR THE OTHER

YES THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN FAILING TO ARTICULATE AND NOW IM GOING TO CRY

He takes an audible breath—in and out—before adding, “I know you’ve been feelin’ a bit… off lately.”

im sobbign jfksjdksjs him wanting to do something special for you to at least TRY and make you feel better im T-T

THE WAY READERS BEEN TRYING THEIR BEST TO KEEP IT ON THE DOWN LOW BUT SAMU NOTICED ANYWAY ( ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)

but there’s an undercurrent to it, the implication that you feel like you’ve loved him forever. You know he feels it too.

THIS LINEEE LIV PLEASE I WAS LIKE "oh 🥺🥺" OUTLOUDD FKSJDJSJSJ CRIES

and that a nicer gift is something you can eat!” Samu laughs as he says it, tossing his head back against the headrest of his seat.

THE WAY HE REMEMBERS EVERY DETAIL SO VIVIDLY IM 😭😭 WHEN EVEN READER DIDNT REMEMBER THAT THEIR ANSWER AS THEIR FAVOURITE FLOWER WAS STRAWBERRIES

He reaches over and places a hand, warm and comforting, on your knee. “But I want ya to know that I love ya, and I’m always here, s’all.”

fuck i actually have tears in my eyes rn im OTL

“Lovin’ someone is work. Life is hard, and sometimes it’s ugly, and things aren’t always just gonna work themselves out easy all the time. But I wanna share that with ya: yer whole life, not just the good stuff. So ya can’t just go and decide on yer own what things yer goin’ through you gotta keep to yourself or do alone, because I’m right here. I wanna work on it with ya. Because this is worth it.”

THIS WHOLE PART HAD MY HEART IS COMPLETE SHAMBLES???? love is work and no it's not always easy

but im gonna stay right beside you anyway bc i want to love you and bc you are deserving of my love

IM A GONER LIV PLEASE

He smells like laundry detergent and coffee. He’s warm and solid and right where you need him, like always.

samu who's always so reliable who is always there when you need him im on the floor sitting in a puddle of my tears

Best Man on earth indeed

“Who cares,” Samu laughs, and the sounds is as warm as the early morning sunlight breaking over the fields and streaming into the widows behind him.

THIS DESCRIPTION HAD MY HEART BURSTING WITH ALL MY LOVE FOR ONE MIYA OSAMU

in bloom miya osamu/reader (haikyuu!) word count: 2.8k tags: established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort-ish, grand romantic gestures, vague mentions of mental illness, osamu being The Best man on earth, osamu owning a pickup truck is canon and i refuse to elaborate on this

“Hey.”

Your eyes peel open slowly, your eyelids heavy with the weight of sleep you aren't quite ready to be torn from.

You blink once, then twice, and on the third blink your eyes flutter shut again—slumber calling you back too enticingly to keep them open.

“C’mon sleeping beauty, ya gotta get up now.”

You can smell coffee, the deep notes of the dark roast that Osamu prefers registering distantly in your tired mind. When you open your eyes again, the lamp on your bedside table has been turned on, and your slightly untidy bedroom is bathed in the light of the warm toned bulb.

“I’m tired,” you say weakly.

“I know baby, ya don’t gotta stay awake long—just need to getcha into the truck, alright?”

Osamu is seated on the edge of the bed beside you, fully dressed, staring down at you as you fight the pull to slip back into unconsciousness.

“What time is it?” you rasp out, rolling over a little more under the warm swath of blankets wrapped around you. The clock on your bedside table startles you, your eyes snapping to the boy watching your sleepy face placidly. “Samu, it’s four in the morning.”

“I know that,” he says with a light laugh, brushing some hair back from your face.

“Why are you waking me up?” you ask him, the grogginess of sleep still saturating your words, leaning into the warmth of his touch and resisting the urge to let your eyes shut again. “Thought you had the day off.”

“I do. We’re going somewhere.”

“At four in the morning?”

Osamu pats your cheek lightly. “Yep.”

Maybe it’s because you’re too tired to question it, or maybe it’s the way that Samu pries you up out of bed with careful, gentle hands. He passes you a pair of comfortable leggings that you pull on mindlessly, then one of his old Inarizaki VBC sweatshirts you like so much, and finally he bundles you into one of his own coats before guiding your teetering, dozy form out the door and into his truck.

It’s still dark out, and cold enough that you can see your breath under the streetlights as you crawl into the passengers seat and Samu shuts your door behind you. The truck is already warm and running, and there’s two cups of coffee waiting in the cupholders in insulated travel mugs.

“Put yer buckle on,” Osamu instructs you after taking his own seat, and you do as you’re told as he shifts the gearstick into drive.

You aren’t in the car for more than 15 minutes before you fall asleep again.

When you wake for the second time it’s lighter, though still not quite day break. It takes you a moment to realize where you are, and why.

You watch the scenery outside the window blur past, before sliding your eyes towards the windshield. The time on the dashboard reads 5:15.

“Samu, where the hell are we?” you croak, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” your boyfriend laughs from the driver’s seat, looking over at you with his eyes crinkling at the corner. His hair is bed-head messy, and he has a smudge of white on the corner of his mouth.

Toothpaste, maybe?

“Did ya sleep alright? Hit a pretty nasty hole a ways back but ya didn’t even notice. Snored right through it.”

“I don’t snore,” you lie, sitting up a little straighter in your seat. Your body hurts from sleeping in such a strange position, but you can’t really do anything about the lingering stiffness while you’re still trapped in the moving vehicle. “Where are we?” you repeat your earlier question which Samu had tactically avoided.

“About an hour outside Osaka,” Osamu says, completely unhelpfully.

You’re in the car driving, and the clock on the dash tells you it’s been about an hour since you started driving, so what he tells you is already a given.

“Where are we going?” you ask him.

He tuts. “‘Fraid I can’t tell ya that. Top secret.”

You furrow your brow.

This isn’t like Osamu. He’s never pulled anything like this before. You don’t know what to make of it.

“Yer coffee’s still hot, and I got us donuts.” Samu takes one hand off the wheel to grab a paper bag from the floor by his feet. It crinkles noisily as he hands it to you.

Inside the bag are a few donuts, covered in powdered sugar. You suspect there are already a few missing from within.

That explains the smudge on his face.

You lick your thumb, reaching over the centre console towards him.

Osamu stiffens at the unexpected contact, softening as he realizes what you’re doing. You run the pad of your thumb across the corner of his mouth a few times until the traces of white are gone, pulling away to sit back in your seat.

You lick the sugar off your finger absentmindedly when you’re done, before reaching into the bag for a donut of your own.

“If we’re going to Tokyo, why didn’t we just take the train?” you ask through a mouthful of fried dough and sugar, noting a directional sign that the two of you pass along the highway indicating you’re travelling in the direction of the capital. You had suspected as much, given that the screen of the dashboard said you were travelling north east from your home in Osaka.

“Not goin’ to Tokyo,” Samu replies simply, reaching for his cup of coffee in the cupholder beside him. It’s empty, he seems to remember only seconds after picking it up, and he puts it back down without even taking a sip.

You lick the sugar off your fingers and reach for your own cup of untouched coffee, popping open the lid and holding it out to him.

He takes it from your hand, bringing it to his lips and tilting it back all without removing his eyes from the road. He hands it back to you after taking a long swig.

He winces a little after he swallows, watching from the corner of his eye as you bring the travel mug to your own lips. “Careful, s’still hot, babe.”

You hum, taking a trepidatious sip from the well-insulated cup. He’s right.

“So where are we going, and why did you feel the need to wake me up at the crack of dawn to get there?”

Samu shoots you a look—exasperated but loving—from his seat beside you.

“Can’t anything ever be a surprise with you?””

“Not if I can help it,” you reply back smoothly, earning you a laugh.

“I just… wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya,” he mutters, almost reluctantly. He takes an audible breath—in and out—before adding, “I know you’ve been feelin’ a bit… off lately.”

You stiffen in your seat, eyes fixed unseeingly to the lines of the highway as they flash past on the asphalt.

“-’s nothing wrong with that, but I know you’ve been havin’ a hard time ’n I just-“

“Samu.”

Your strained voice makes him falter, his sentence ending before he can say it in its entirety.

It’s quiet for a moment. A little uncomfortable.

“D’ya mind if I put some music on now that yer awake?” Osamu tries to ease the tension that has settled over the cab of the truck. You nod stiffly.

Osamu reaches to fiddle with the buttons and nobs of the radio, but in truth seems less concerned with finding something he likes on the air than just finding something that will distract from the borderline suffocating stillness in the car between you.

You feel bad.

For more reasons than one.

Firstly, because he was clearly just trying to do something nice to cheer you up. A sincere, heartfelt gesture blossoming from his desire for you to be happy and well. A deed sown, tended to, and grown from his love for you.

Secondly, because he noticed that you needed to be cheered up in the first place; noticed what you had been trying not to let sink its claws too deeply into you; noticed what so much of your mental energy had been going into covering up, pretending wasn’t there, pretending wasn’t sitting on your shoulders like a weight—impossible to see but crushing to bear.

You’d been trying not to let it show how much you’d been struggling lately. You’d been sleeping a lot. Usually in bed before Osamu made it home from work in the evenings, and sleeping in past when he woke up in the mornings. On the afternoons he made it home early (which he tried to do at least three times a week) you were usually too drained to do anything beyond make dinner, clean up, shower, and collapse into bed.

You thought you’d been managing it.

Suppressing it.

Concealing it.

Obviously you were wrong.

The song playing over the sound system is an old love song. One you remember your mom singing along to in the kitchen of your childhood home while she would cook dinner for your family. It was from the soundtrack of a romantic comedy that had come out when you were still too young to know what comedy was, let alone romance, but there’s something nostalgic and comforting about it. In any case, you appreciate the distraction, settling back in your seat and sipping the too-hot coffee for lack of anything else you’d prefer to do.

You drive for another hour, sharing your cup of coffee between you in place of conversation, listening to old love songs playing on the morning radio.

Osamu turns off the highway at an innocuous looking exit, a few minutes past a sign that had told you Tokyo was still more than 400 kilometres away. There’s nothing outside your windows except countryside—no city or town or other civilization to be seen. It’s only seven in the morning, and you pass just a handful of other vehicles on the winding rural roads as you make your way along them.

“Samu, where the hell are we?” you ask at the very moment Osamu turns up a dirt road—a driveway of some sort.

“D’ya remember back when we started dating?” Osamu asks, eyes fixed too concentratedly on the road outside the windshield to be natural. He’s nervous, you can tell.

“Uh, yeah. It was five years not fifty years ago,” you joke, but there’s an undercurrent to it, the implication that you feel like you’ve loved him forever. You know he feels it too.

“I wanted to buy ya flowers,” he ignores your jibe, though not without peeking at you pointedly from the corner of his eye, “spent ages in the flower shop down the road from our first apartment trying to pick them out. I had almost no money to spend and that nice lady that owned it sent me home with a bouquet worth three times what I paid her for it.”

You remember it all. The flower shop; the terrible one bedroom apartment that was all the two of you could afford back then, when you were still a student and Onigiri Miya was just a food stall on a busy road; the bouquet so large you didn’t even have anything big enough to put it into when Osamu brought it home to you, and you’d had to break it up between four different receptacles to house it: a narrow vase, two empty sake bottles, and an over-sized coffee mug. It smelled so nice that every corner of your dingy little apartment was filled with the scent of the flowers for days.

“Ya hated it.”

“I did not!” you gasp, jaw dropping at the accusation, and you turn in your seat to face your boyfriend defensively.

“Ya told me that flowers are a waste of money and that a nicer gift is something you can eat!” Samu laughs as he says it, tossing his head back against the headrest of his seat.

You purse your lips, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly. You don’t remember speaking those words exactly, but it does sound suspiciously like something you’d say.

“I told you I loved them,” you mutter. And you did. You even pressed some of the blossoms between the pages of your heavy text books to save, and now they hang in frames on the wall of your current (and much less austere) apartment.

“I asked what yer favourite flowers are. D’ya remember whatcha told me?” Samu asks, finally turning his head to properly look at you.

You wrack your brain for a moment, and then shake your head. The memory evades you.

“Strawberries,” Samu says. “Ya told me yer favourite flowers are strawberries.”

You blink.

You notice for the first time that the truck has slowed to a stop, idling in park at the end of the driveway. Outside the windows of the truck you see a modest little house, a shed of some sort, and a row of greenhouses dotted along the lush green fields of the property.

“One of my suppliers told me about this place, apparently they grow the best berries in Japan. They sell some of ‘em fer like fifty-thousand yen. The ojisan who runs it’s a nice guy though, invited us down for the day to check it out.”

You blink again, only this time your eyes go a little blurry as you peel them open, something hot slipping down your cheeks.

“I know ya don’t like to talk about it when yer going through stuff,” Samu says quietly from the seat beside you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. He reaches over and places a hand, warm and comforting, on your knee. “But I want ya to know that I love ya, and I’m always here, s’all.”

Your throat feels tight and dry, and suddenly you wish you had some of that coffee left in your empty travel mug.

“I-“ you choke a little on your first attempt to reply, swallowing hard. “I just know you have so much on your plate already. I never wanna add more to that just because I’m…” you don’t know how to finish your thought.

“Hey.” Samu’s fingers tighten a little on your knee, not painful in any way, but enough to tell you he needs you to look at him, to be there with him right now.

You look at him sheepishly, eyes struggling to meet his level, resolute gaze.

“Lovin’ someone is work. Life is hard, and sometimes it’s ugly, and things aren’t always just gonna work themselves out easy all the time. But I wanna share that with ya: yer whole life, not just the good stuff. So ya can’t just go and decide on yer own what things yer goin’ through you gotta keep to yourself or do alone, because I’m right here. I wanna work on it with ya. Because this is worth it.”

You’re openly crying now, in the passenger seat of Samu’s beloved truck, in the driveway of a strawberry farm in the middle of nowhere, an empty paper bag filled with donut crumbs and powdered sugar under your feet.

Samu leans across the centre console of the truck, wrapping you in his arms as best he’s able to in the slightly awkward confines of your respective seats. He smells like laundry detergent and coffee. He’s warm and solid and right where you need him, like always.

His large hand cradles the back of your head as your tears soak into the flannel shirt he’s got on, letting you cry it out for as long as you need to. When you finally pull yourself together a little bit, he withdraws, wiping at your tears and snot with the soft edge of his sleeve.

“Ya feel a bit better now?” he asks gently.

You nod.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love ya too,” he grins, toothy and boyish. “Now are ya ready to go and pick some flowers or what?”

“Strawberries aren’t technically flowers,” you sniff, but you’re smiling.

“Who cares,” Samu laughs, and the sounds is as warm as the early morning sunlight breaking over the fields and streaming into the widows behind him. “I wanna see what’s so good about these ones that he’s chargin’ an arm and a leg for ‘em.”

��Bet I can pick more than you can,” you say, scrunching your nose up challengingly.

Osamu scoffs, reaching for the handle of the truck door and throwing it open.

“I’d like to see ya try.”

[yujachachacha]

another ask meme thing

Tagged by @hazardtomyhealth, @symphonyalpha, and @jerrykongg, wow! Hopefully, I’m not missing anyone; also, I’m so sorry about how late this is... OTL

Rules: Tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better I don’t even know if I’ve talked to 20 people on Tumblr, lol.

Anyways, let’s see how many of these I can avoid answering directly by inserting stuff I’ve previously posted on my blog :3c

Name/Nickname: Oh look, it’s the first question on my About page.

Gender: Wow, my About page sure is helpful~

Star Sign: Libra, just barely! That’s why I share my sign with Eli, even though she’s born in October and I was born in September, haha.

Height: Shorter than Nico_(:3 」∠)_ (1) (2)

Hogwarts House: I feel like I’ve mentioned this on my blog, but I can’t remember when, so...I’m a Hufflepuff by ~choice~. I was actually Hatstalled on Pottermore! That means that the Hat couldn’t choose between two Houses for me, and literally gave me the option to choose. The other House I could’ve chosen was actually Slytherin, lol. I have no idea how I got Hatstalled between those two, though it makes for an amusing story.

Favorite Color: Can’t remember if I said this on Tumblr or Discord, but it’s actually red. Chuunibyou me used to call it “blood-red” or “crimson-red”. But in terms of clothing, I tend to pick black, gray, or dark blue! (because they’re easier to wash than white clothes :3c)

Favorite Animal: If it has fur and eyes, I’ll probably think it’s cute by default. Furless animals like reptiles and birds are fine as well! But as for my favorite...it’s actually the snow monkey! The sole reason is the fact that they look like cute mini-grandpas when they’re chilling in hot springs:

Average hours of sleep: I have the ability to sleep like 18 hours thanks to the wacky sleep schedule I cultivated during university. But now that I think about it, it’s more like 6-8 hours on average. Huh. Surprisingly normal.

Cat or dog person: Please refer to the screenshot in the next question~ I’m a dog in the Chinese zodiac (y’all probably can figure out my DOB from the stuff I’m writing in this post, though it’s honestly not a secret since I’ve said things like “I’m Suwawa’s age” like a bajillion times lol), and my dream is to own a dog once I get my own place! I love cats as well though - I spent a lot of time petting cats in Korea and the Netherlands.

Favorite Fictional Characters: Everyone in µ’s and Aqours is precious!!! But it’s kinda obvious who my favorites are from my blog description, haha. Here’s what I’ve said before:

Nagato Yuki was actually my all-time favorite character when I was in high school. I pretty much died when I saw her alternate universe version in the movie, even though I knew what was coming since I read the light novels. :’)))

Number of blankets I sleep with: Usually one, but sometimes I use two in the winter (comforter + thin blanket). I dislike having cold feet/hands - the major plus to being smol is having warm hands, actually! It’s from sleeves being always too long for me, resulting in me being able to keep my hands insulated as a result.

Favorite Singer/Band: I don’t really have any particular favorite artist - I usually just happen to like whatever genre I’m into at the time - jazz, rock, classical, pop, slow ballads, and so on. Aside from LL music, I guess I mostly listen to random Korean and Japanese songs. Soundtracks from movies, games, and shows in general are pretty great!

Dream Trip: Airbnb in Europe! I’ve been to the Netherlands and Belgium, but I didn’t have too much time to explore since I was only there briefly (I literally spent a single day in Belgium) for a study abroad program. I’d really like to visit London in particular so I can geek out over Harry Potter stuff.

Dream Job: Defense attorney. Been a childhood dream of mine since 6th grade-ish?

When was this blog created: May 13, 2016! I stalked a bunch of LL blogs anonymously months before that though. :3c

Looking back...my first post (reblog) was so self-centered, omg. My first (original) post is pretty lame too, haha.

I actually joined Tumblr in 2012, but I only used my account for a year to reblog assorted memes and anime gifs. There wasn’t really any theme to it (unlike my current blog, which is firmly in the LL fandom), which is probably why I quickly lost interest. I wonder if I even remember the password to my old account...not that I really want to log on, since reading my old tags and reblogs is embarrassing (even the URL is just...OTL).

But now that I think about it, I don’t think much has changed:

2016 first “yujachat” post

2012 first ever Tumblr post

*cringes and prays that no one ever finds my first blog*

Current number of followers: Uh...*checks*...497?!?!?! When did this happen??? How many of you are bots? Even so, omg this is a lot. Holy shit. Uh. Wow. I might hit 500 soon...I should probably work harder on my TL projects in light of this. ;w;

When did your blog reach its peak?: I suspect it was that “Is there anything that You CAN’T do???” post I made towards the beginning of the LLS anime that started getting my blog attention. I do know that out of my top five posts, at least three of them are shitposts (specifically, from my Love Live SINshine series)...possibly four lmao, I haven’t looked too closely. I did get some attention for my analyses and translations, but not as much. TBH, I’m not surprised that memes rather than rambling won people over! :3c

What made you decide to make a Tumblr?: Yeah, about that...

Birthday: The day that LLS Episode 13 aired.

Relationship status: Single, and will probably stay that way until I rectify the fact that I’ve literally fallen asleep at a nightclub, and then ditched my friends there to go eat dumplings at 2am, because for me, apparently hunger > “thirst”.

Siblings: one younger brother (who probably thinks I’m a loser for still reading manga and stuff)

Wake up time: Generally, I’ll wake up naturally sometime between 9 and 10am. If I’m feeling lazy, or if I stayed up really late the night before, I’ll sleep in until like 1 or 2pm. In college, I’ve woken up at like 7pm before because my sleep schedule during university was, well...

In Korea, I’ve been waking up at about 7 or 8am though, so that I can eat breakfast with my relatives before they go to work!

Lemonade or sweet tea: Does yujacha count as sweet tea? :’D If not, then lemonade.

Day or night: I’m a night owl. I also prefer sunsets and the night sky over sunrise.

Coke or pepsi: I actually dislike pretty much all carbonated beverages now that I’m not the sugar fiend I used to be when I was little, but younger me preferred Coke.

Calls or texts: I call family members if it’s been a while since I’ve talked to them, and I also use phone calls when I have to explain something that I’m either (1) too lazy to do through texts since the explanation is long, or (2) lowkey unable to do since I’m much better at speaking than writing in Korean. Otherwise, I pretty much communicate through messages/texts.

Ever met a celebrity?: Do judges and international officials from the UN count? I got to meet a few when I was studying abroad in the Netherlands. I also met with Hannah Song (President and CEO of Liberty in North Korea) when I was a summer intern for a leadership program in Koreatown, Los Angeles.

Ah, but to actually answer the question in terms of pop culture people, the majority of the celebs I’ve met in recent memory are from university events/performances/shows, and include:

David So, a YouTube comedian. He gives pretty good hugs btw~

Dumbfoundead, Korean-American rapper.

Jay Pharoah, SNL comedian.

Judah Friedlander, actor who’s probably best known for 30 Rock; I took like five pictures with him in various poses lol.

JuNCurryAhn, an amazing YouTube violinist. He’s adorable in person.

Mike Song, founding member of Kinjaz and former member of Kaba Modern (the dance crew that stole my heart on ABDC).

Shin Lim, a world-champion magician. Seriously, check out his Penn and Teller episode he’s legit a wizard; also watching him live was fucking insane!!!

There are a few more celebs (mostly Asian-American artists lol, since I was hugely involved in the Asian culture clubs in university), but I can’t remember them all, since “meeting” them mostly consisted of taking pictures and small talk. Though for a few of the people on this list (especially the ones close to college age), I hung out with them during the post-event party and stuff. Pretty entertaining to see a magician renowned for slight-of-hand play beer pong. :3c

Also, I just realized that everyone on this list is male, lmao...I did meet several Asian female rappers/singers from college events, but for the life of me I can’t remember their names. :’)))

Ah, to rectify that - when I was in junior high, I saw Jennette McCurdy at the Anaheim East West Ice Palace. My brother and I spent a solid five minutes elbowing each other and muttering “Isn’t that Sam from iCarly?” / “No way!” / “Isn’t she supposed to be an ice skating pro?” / “Why would she come here?” / “Dude, she lives in the SoCal area and this place is home to the legendary Michelle Kwan, why wouldn’t she come here?” / “Wait, I don’t even like iCarly, so why are we talking about this?”. Then the poor girl started getting swarmed by a crowd of preteens asking for her autograph, so my brother and I decided to just let her be and skated off peacefully.

As a final note to this long list, when I was in elementary school, I think I might have seen Tim Allen in an Apple Store? I wasn’t sure because the guy was wearing shades, so I just walked past him without doing anything.

Smiles or eyes: EYE SMILES. tbh one of the reasons I love Shukashuu is her great eye smiles!!!

Country or city?: City. I’ve spent time in both while in Korea, and hands-down I’ve gotta pick city for (1) internet, (2) heating/air conditioning, (3) well-connected public transit, and (4) showering instead of having to go the old-fashioned route of drawing the bath.

Last song I listened to: Does the preview for Aqours’ “Thrilling One Way” count?

Tag some users you want to get to know better: I guess I’ll tag some of my followers? I really only know like a handful of people on Tumblr (and am still amazed that they talk to me omg), so don’t feel shy about saying hi! IDK if y’all have already done this thing, so feel free to ignore this if that’s the case, or if you just don’t wanna do it. @lmlm7 @lalalacies @mystwatch @xswordeyesx @queen-of-hearts92

Also, anyone who reads this who hasn’t done it yet, feel free to try it out! Tag me in your post so that I can get to know you as well~