#(Mulan already going all mom mode we love to see it ;;;;

[universestreasures]

@adversitybloomed Sent: A 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 (Accepting!)

❛  has no one ever given you a compliment before?  ❜ ( for Mokuba )

Seems his shock at her kind words had gotten noticed, Mokuba not meaning to get the older women concerned about him. He was an emotional kid, one who was unlike his brother in that he could not hide his emotions well. Yes, the younger of the two Kaiba Brothers wore his heart on his sleeve, a trait that, much like the face of coldness his brother wore, had positive and negative effects.

"It's not that it hasn't happened, Miss Mulan. It's just...it doesn't happen very often, especially for anyone who isn't my big brother or my friends." Mokuba rubs his arm then, avoiding her gaze. "I...I don't get noticed much a lot of the time by anyone who isn't my brother, Yugi Muto and his friends, and my friends from Aibo Academy. Seto is the one everyone has an eye on, after all. It's...It's been that way for as long as I can remember."

Not that Mokuba didn't think his brother didn't deserve the attention, of course. Seto was an incredible person, and if anyone was his biggest fan, it was the young boy. Still...that admiration he has for his brother and the fact his brother was the one people paid attention to most of the time might feed into his own insecurities he's had since he was young: that he was worthless and unwanted.

"B-But i really appreciate you giving me a compliment! It...felt nice."

[purplesurveys]

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survey by lilprincess

Approx. Time you began this survey: 6:46 on a Wednesday evening.

Describe your mood right now: Erm, a bit exhausted because I just ended a work shift; but content for the same reason. Right now I’m simply looking forward to dinner and crashing on the couch or my bed, wherever I feel like sleeping tonight.

Spell your first name without vowels: Rbn. Let’s just also remove y for this one.

Age you will be on your next birthday: 23.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Do you believe what your horoscope says about your sign? I do not believe in astrology whatsoever.

What state/region do you live in? Somewhere in the Philippines somewhere close to Metro Manila.

Height: Like 5′1″ ish. I had a massive growth spurt in 4th grade that also ended in 4th grade, which will always be a funny story to tell people lmao. I went from being placed at the back of the class line to the front really quickly.

Do you smoke? Super occasionally. My last cigarette was like...all the way back in February last year. It was easier to hide the smell around my family before, but because my parents and siblings have mostly been staying at home in the last year it would be so easy to weed out the smell. I never feel like smoking anyway since I vape, so there’s been no reason to seek it out.

Do you drink? Yeah, sometimes socially and sometimes on my own if I wanna unwind and feel a lil buzz come through.

What's your ethnic background? Southeast Asian, specifically Filipino.

What's your religious background? Technically my ~background~ would be Catholic since I was born and baptized in that faith, but I’ve long let go of this. Excluding one very brief period in high school, religion was something I never held much belief and faith in, even if I've been taken to literally every Sunday mass for the last 23 years and even if I was enrolled in Catholic school from preschool to high school.

What's your natural hair color? Black.

What;s your natural eye color? Dark brown, almost black.

Do you have any bad habits you want to break? I do overtime work a lot but used to seldom file it on our company shift log sheet because I get shy that they must think I’m doing it just to be paid more, lol. I’m starting to file them every time I do OT though because fuck it, pay me.

Name a few of your positive habits. I like that I always find a way to meet deadlines. I like that I’m selfless, even though some would see it as a flaw. I’d rather do too much than say I never did anything at all.

Have you ever lived in a foreign country? No, the most I’ve done was travel to one for a week.

Did you vote in the Nov. 6 2012 presidential election? No because I am not American -___- The last election that took place before I was eligible was in 2010, and had I been able to vote then, I would’ve given mine to Gibo Teodoro, who I believe was the most qualified at the time.

Are you even eligible to vote? Yeah, I’ve been for the last 5 years. I’ve voted twice - once for the presidential elections back in 2016, and the next was for the senatorial elections in 2019.

Are you right handed or left handed? Right-handed.

When you write, is your penmanship usually neat or do you tend to scribble? It starts off neat for the most part, but it gradually gets messy and becomes more like a scribble if we’re talking about writing several essays in one sitting, which was usually the case in my exams in college.

Have you ever experienced an accident? (of any type): Sure, I’ve been in car accidents before. I’ve also been shocked once.

Do you have/want children? They would be nice to have, yeah. 

Are you environmentally conscious? For the most part, yeah. But there are some things that can’t be helped, like me driving. Unless the government does something about the shitty public transport system that we have and have had for decades, I refuse to take it.

What's your favorite mode of transportation? Like I said, my own car. If I’m traveling, by plane.

Do you prefer 80's - 90's music compared to today's music? Eh, not at all. I prefer music produced these days.

Are you more of an introvert (quiet/shy), or extrovert (social butterfly)? I’ve been more of an extrovert in the last few years but I will always be shy at first upon meeting new people, like that will never change. I warm up a lot quickly now, though.

What's your favorite emoticon? :)

Do you miss the good old days of hand-written letters? I caught the super super super last part of this era, so I didn’t even get to experience it. I know snail mail was still kind of a thing when I was a kid, but at the same time that was happening my mom was also already using email to keep in touch with my dad, so.

Nowadays, though, when I do write letters to loved ones, I will still prefer to make handwritten ones, especially for a significant other or best friend. I don’t think I’ve ever sent out a computerized long letter.

Do you enjoy receiving or giving more? Giving, but it’s nice to be treated too sometimes.

Are you good at keeping secrets? Sure.

Do you take or give advice more often? I don’t usually get into situations wherein I’d have to do either, but I think I’ve been asking for advice more, especially over the last few months.

Do you have your driver's license? “I got my driver’s license last week, just like we always talked about...” Haha this question made me sing a bit. Anyway, yeah, I got it shortly after I turned 18 since I needed to quickly learn before college started.

Would you rather be poor & happy or rich but miserable? Rich but miserable. Soz but I’d solve 4854983594857 of my problems if I never had to worry about money.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Never.

Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook? Probably not blocked, but I’ve unfollowed some current Facebook friends and unfriended others entirely.

Do you think recreational marijuana should be nationally legalized? Idk much about the topic since it’s taboo enough where I live, but sure, I guess?I haven’t heard one bad word about the effects of marijuana.

Describe your perfect first date. I’ve never really had a first date, but I imagine an ideal one would be pretty lowkey, just a stroll around a nice city and maybe have fancyish dinner somewhere.

Have you ever been high? Nope.

Have you ever watched a NC-17 rated film? Sure. A good handful of Kubrick films pass for NC-17, right? I’d be surprised if they weren’t, lol. I’ve been scarred by some of them for sure.

If you ever become reincarnated as an animal, what would you want it to be? A dog.

Do you remember where you were/what you were doing on September 11, 2001? No; I was 2 years old. I did ask my parents where they were in those moments, and my mom understandably missed most of it since the entire thing unfolded in the late evening in the Philippines. The only thing she can recall was being insanely worried for my dad, who had just started to work in the US back then.

Do you ever wish you were of a different nationality/religion? Yeah, to a certain extent, just because the political and socioeconomic situation here is very messy and it doesn’t really give us the nicest reputation in front of the world. I’m proud of my Filipino culture and heritage though.

Are you more of a junk food addict or health nut? Health nut is the last thing anyone should be calling me. But I’m not so much a junk food addict either? I do like spoiling myself with food, but I still monitor my intake.

Do you believe Antarctica should be considered the 7th world continent? Isn’t it already though?? We’ve always been taught there were 7 continents and Antarctica is one of them lol.

Describe your own sense of humor in 1 word: Gen-Z, if that counts as one word.

Have you ever quoted the Bible (or any other Holy Book)? If I ever did it was probably meant to be sarcasm.

Have you ever completed a Sudoku puzzle? No. Never figured out how to play it either.

Would you rather be a nuclear physicist or marine biologist? Marine biologist. That’s one step closer to one of my loves, biology. Plus I was never any good with physics, so.

Do you have a deep, dark secret you're hiding from every one? I guess.

Would you rather be able to soar like an eagle or swim like a dolphin? I’d make my childhood self happy and go with flight.

If you wanted to learn a foreign language, what would it be? Korean so I can finally stop reading subs, hahah.

Are you bi-curious? No.

Did you watch the Disney Channel or Nickelodeon more as a kid? The Nickelodeon cartoons were far more interesting to me. I think I only got into Disney when I got a little bit older, once I was able to appreciate the more mature content in shows like The Suite Life, That’s So Raven, etc. But for the most part our TV was always tuned into Nick Jr., Spongebob, Jimmy Neutron and the other Nick shows.

Name 5 films that were made the year you were born: American History X (great watch), The Truman Show, Mulan, La Vita e Bella if I’m not mistaken (one of my faves, no matter how gut-wrenching it is), and Shakespeare in Love.

Did you have a lot of friends in high school? Yes, eventually I did.

Do you rely more on the newspaper, Internet or TV as your news source? Social media these days since I find that online writers are far more discerning in their reporting than TV anchors, who stay neutral at best.

True or false: Bigger is better. Very vaguely put, but not always, I guess.

Do you think religion is the primary cause of war? No? There’ve been plenty other reasons for war.

What's your favorite pizza topping? ...Cheese.

Think of your wardrobe. What color do you wear the most? It’s still black, I think.

Have you ever been to a planetarium? Just once, on a middle school field trip. I’d love to come back, though.

Do you feel like you connect more with animals or other people? I don’t get to be with animals a lot other than my dogs, so I’ll go with people.

Do you feel like sometimes you have to lie in order to protect yourself? Wow so dramatically put haha but yeah, I suppose it does feel that way sometimes.

How often do you exercise? Literally never. I’ve stopped working out this year since I didn’t see the point, and I’ve stopped feeling like I had to ‘get back’ at my ex just by getting a more toned figure. I’m totally at peace with how my body looks, plus I never want to give up on my favorite foods and snacks lol so there’s that.

Can you swear in a different language? Putangina mong bobo kang gago ka. That’s three for ya.

Do you think teachers/doctors deserve to get paid more than pro athletes? Everyone deserves to be paid fairly to the point that no comparison should be necessary, period.

From a scale of 1- 5, you would rate this survey: Erm, a 4.5. I had to delete some questions I didn’t feel comfortable answering or that I found a little meh, but the rest I fairly enjoyed.

Do you think most of these questions were more original or more ordinary? It’s a bit in between.

Approx. time you completed this survey: Hahahahah 10:38 PM. I took a million breaks.

[5hfanfiction]

Galaxies- Chapter 9 (Pain)

A/N

P.S I still don’t proof read.

Trees rustled in the dark. The faint sound of crickets could still be heard over the loud panting. Her heart beat had begun to thump louder and faster in her chest as she continued to approach the abandoned house. She could hear each step against the wet grass. She continued, switching her knife with a shotgun, preparing to aim as she opened the door, a loud clutter erupted. She was shaking, and before she could turn right, she felt a hand placed on her shoulder. A loud scream escaped her lips, as she jumped off the couch, dropping the controller. Realizing who the intruder was, it took a few seconds for her heart rate to slow down, holding a hand on her chest. She removed the earpiece, turning to her girlfriend who was standing behind the couch. “Babe, you scared the living shit outta me,” Lauren confronted, still panting.

“I’m sorry,” Camila apologized softly. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I tried calling your name earlier, but you were just so lost in the game.”

“It’s okay,” Lauren said, pulling Camila in a hug and kissing her on the forehead, “you should’ve told me you’d come over,”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Camila confessed, “Can we open up the blinds? It’s too dark in here.”

Lauren grabbed the remote from the couch and pressed a button that immediately illuminated the whole room. It took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the light, but as soon as she saw her own reflection in her bedroom mirror, her stomach lurched—the dark crescents under her eyes, the once glowing porcelain skin had faded and turned pale, and the green bright eyes that radiated love and comfort had turned dull, cold as the dead of winter— she could also see her girlfriend looking at her reflection, the look of guilt evident on those brown eyes.

“Babe…” Camila mumbled with a hint of concern in her voice, looking at her through the mirror’s reflection, “Have you been sleeping?”

“Uhhh, I think so, I’ve been trying to finish this game and I keep losing track of time,” Lauren answered, tossing the remote back to the couch.

Camila sighed, giving a nod in response. Camila took a seat on the couch and slowly reached for Lauren’s hand, pulling the green-eyed girl with her. “Have you eaten yet?” Camila asked, intertwining their fingers.

“Yeah,” Lauren responded, kissing the back of Camila’s hand as a reflex. Her eyes slowly wondered her room, seeing all the wrappers scattered on the floor, the ruffled blanket she had been using, and the only thing that was sanitary to look at was her bed, which she couldn’t remember the last time she had slept in it. Her eyes finally landed on the tray of food on top of her coffee table, “Did my mom ask you to feed me?”

Camila nodded, “She told me you haven’t eaten anything real in a week,” Camila confronted, standing up and fetching the tray from the coffee table. The savory smell of tomato and cheese made Lauren’s heart contract with remembered grief— her dad’s laughter echoing throughout the dining room, his stories about his patients and the way he would ask and listen to his children about their day— pasta night had always been her favorite night, it was when her whole family was present, and in that moment, she knew, her family would never be complete again. “Babe, you’ll get sick if you keep this up…”

Lauren didn’t answer, she was lost in deep thought.

Camila stared at her girlfriend, taking in every detail of her instilled sadness, and more so, pain. From her dull eyes to her disheveled hair, to her clothes stained with dusts from the junk food she had eaten, obvious from the empty packs thrown in the floor. It hurt, to see her hurt. Lauren didn’t have to say it, but Camila knew. Lauren had always emanated positive energy, her pearly white smile was contagious, gleaming even the vast blackness of all moods. But seeing Lauren vulnerable made her more real, it made her seem human, susceptible to darkness caused by reality. All Camila could do then was to wish she could take away even half of her girlfriend’s pain. But deep inside her she knew, it wouldn’t be possible. “Babe…” Camila called the green-eyed girl’s attention, nudging her hand.

“It hurts,” Lauren whispered softly.

“Huh?” Camila asked, with her brows furrowed.

“Nothing, go ahead and eat. I’m not hungry,” Lauren said, standing up picking up her controller, switching the mode to Netflix not even bothering to save her game. “Do you want to watch anything?”

“Can we watch Mulan?” Camila asked, consuming a spoonful of lasagna.

“Yeah, sure,”

The voice of Shang singing while tossing two Jars with a stick played on the TV, Lauren wasn’t really paying attention, it was the first time she hadn’t sang along. She felt Camila’s head shifted on her lap, then she feelt both her girlfriend’s hand on the nape of her neck.

“Kiss me,” Camila whispered. But Lauren couldn’t, she wanted to, but she couldn’t move. She just stared at her girlfriend with her piercing green eyes. It hurt. She couldn’t breathe, and without a single second wasted, she felt her girlfriend pull her closer, and for a few seconds their lips gently touched. Camila broke the kiss and whispered “this is the only medicine I know, the only medicine I can give you. I wish I could take even half of your pain away and claim it us my own. But I know I can’t. So all I can do now, is hope, that in the smallest possible way, I can kiss the pain away. (This rhymed, lol.)

—-

Lauren watched as Camila took her final bow, earning applause from the students. Lauren knew Camila was always good at talking in front of an audience, being the president of both their high school’s student council and debate team. Camila was trained to be a leader, well her parents made sure she was. But Lauren knew it was never what her ex-fiance wanted to do, not as much as Camila enjoyed studying organisms. She was familiar with her ex fiance’s fascination with life, it’s structures and origins, studying the tiniest bits of organism there is, even Lauren had developed a bit of a liking to it —because of how Camila would explain things to her— but there was only one living creature that had fascinated Lauren the most, enthralled her to the outmost of her being, the best human masterpiece she had seen all her life, and her knees felt week at the sight of the familiar brown eyes, piercing through her core. Everything around her disappeared. It was stronger than what she felt for the girl who she had met a week ago.

"Lauren, what are you doing here? I thought you were sick?” A loud voice had pulled her back from her haze, seeing a familiar blonde standing in front of her, blocking the view she had enjoyed.

“I was, uhhh,” Lauren stammered, having been caught off-guard. She hasn’t had any time to think of an excuse, because she never knew she needed one. It’s not like she couldn’t tell the tall blonde that she was there to confront her ex-fiance.

“Dinah!” the familiar husky voice erupted, and it was the first time in a week she felt relieved to hear that voice, “Ready to take the stage? And Ms. Jauregui, what are you doing here, I thought you weren’t feeling well?”

Lauren placed both her hands on each side of her back-jean pocket, trying her best to keep it together. “I uh, Tylenol you’ve gave me must have worked,” she answered. It wasn’t a lie, Camila had two pieces of Tylenol and a glass of water beside the note she left, “And I, uh, just wanted to ask if you guys have seen Leslie? She hasn’t been answering to my messages. I need to know what time would we set off to Milan.”

“Well, I haven’t seen her since this morning, I think she had mentioned something about leaving tonight at ten,” Camila answered.

“Since you’re already here, and I bet you don’t have any plans on talking to these students on that outfit,” Dinah said, gesturing at Lauren’s clothes, “Why don’t you join us this afternoon? Let’s enjoy our last day here in the city.”

“As much as I want to, I still need to pack,” Lauren said, stealing a glance at Camila who was staring at the pavement.

“We won’t take long, and you owe me one. This is already my second talk for the today.”

“I don’t want to impose,”

“Don’t be silly!’ Dinah exclaimed, turning to Camila, "Help me out with your roommate here,”

Lauren watched as Camila bit her lower lip, but as soon as the brown eyed girl caught her staring, she averted her eyes to the pavement, “Don’t force her Dinah, maybe she has plans.”

“Do you have plans?”

“No, I don’t,” Lauren answered.

“So it’s settled then! You are coming with us,” Dinah clasped her hands together smiling widely as if she had just forced a child to eat every piece of vegetable in her plate.

-

The weather was subtle; the sun didn’t radiate too much heat, making it perfect to walk around the streets of Paris. It was the fourth day she had explored the bewildering city, and most of the places they’ve gone to were places she hadn’t been able to explore yet. However, instead of appreciating the beautiful landscapes and arts, she had found herself stealing glances at the forbidden fruit. She was slowly becoming an Adam, being pulled to something prohibited, someone she knew she shouldn’t be attracted to. But the snake’s call was too strong; she couldn’t help but be pulled into its charm. It was like Pride and Prejudice.

Another person in their charity tour had joined them in their adventure — Greg, and from what Lauren heard, he was some hot shot business man who is up for a CEO position at a Marketing Company— all Lauren could think about then, is how she hated Greg’s guts. She watched how Camila would smile at the blue-eyed man, making her stomach lurch every time. She watched as the two conversed, exchanging laughter and subtle touches. She couldn’t seem to hear the actual conversation because Dinah and her would always walk a few feet behind them, but watching the animated interaction unfold in front of her, made it hard for her to keep a smile on her face.

“Did you get the closure you wanted?” Dinah asked Lauren, sipping from the juice she bought from a street vendor. The streets weren’t as busy as it was when the two of them had gone on an adventure two days before. Both of them stood side by side outside a souvenir shop where food and drinks were prohibited.

“I think I did, but I’m not sure yet,” Lauren answered, watching Camila and Greg’s interaction from outside the store’s window.

“Remember when I told you that people usually can’t let go of something without really having the closure or answers they wanted?”

“Yeah? Why?” she asked, meeting Dinah’s gaze.

“Well, when a particular situation arises, like if there is no possibility to get closure, at all…” Dinah paused, taking another sip of her juice. Lauren had again found herself looking at her ex fiancé, watching as she grazed the man’s arm, “We usually turn to ourselves, ask ourselves what we did wrong, and most often than not, blame ourselves or the other party. That is when hate is created, and that’s when the healing stops”.

Lauren watched as Camila shook her head, while the man tried to bring out a card from his wallet, “So how does someone recover from that?”

“It’s simple, really. Acceptance,” Dinah answered and Lauren saw that smile, the smile that she hadn’t seen in a long time, and it hurt. The pain was so strong, it was in her throat, building up faster making it hard to breathe. And there was no medicine, no soft touch, no eyes that would look through her soul, and no kiss that would take her pain away, “The real kind. A kind we hear often but fail to do, because we are afraid. Afraid to accept the things we cannot change.”

A/N

Sorry this was short and maybe not worth the wait but I deleted like 1000 words from this chapter, and added it to the next one, figured it would be better this way.

I just want to share a part of me through this contemporary piece I wrote. Thanks for reading! And I’m now begging for constructive criticism.

“I swore I would never write again. But for you, I did. Word after word crafted by a pen I never knew still existed. Words I dug out from the grave I buried when she told me she slept with someone else. Words. I was once good at, sentiments I said I’d never feel every time she left me, and I begged for her to stay. I begged, I did, but I caught her lead on guy after guy. But I still begged, and it hurt. But I needed her, because with her I felt again, but before then, I vowed that I wouldn’t. I vowed, that night I cried for her, again. She craved for my tears and words I used to woo her like a night pill she needed to fall asleep. See, I swore, and vowed with my cheeks tainted. But for you I wrote again, but again, I vow I would never write again.”

Maybe I’ll write more here: unsaidfrustrations.tumblr.com