#(you think 'wow that's really cool info!' and then you think about the process of obtaining that information)

[hellkitepriest]

people are so niceys to me............. lies on the floor for a million years

[magicratfingers]

hey! when you say you're doing konmari, what specifically *are* you doing? is it one of her books or a course or smth?? a lot of the struggles you've talked about working through with all of this are similar to ones I struggle with so I'm interested in giving something like that a shot!!

Hiiiii!!!! I’m followin her book The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. The whole deal! I started it with just whatever info was free on the internet but actually bought the book a bit into the process. The daily posts were to be silly but it became pretty nice to look back & stay with it. So I admit maybe I didn’t really do the first step “envision the life you want” part very deeply actually what even are the rules

Ok

Rule 1 yeah ok I was pretty excited to start I had always wanted to try it I once met a woman at a party who said everything she owned could fit in one box and I thought that sounded so cool and I just really wanted to do something kinda “big” I was feelin pretty stuck pretty overwhelmed and also Marie calls it a “Tidying Festival” which is so goofy and sweet

Rule 2 ok I kinda didn’t do much work here it was more like “idk man who even am I let’s find out” I had done something similar for a “nutritional therapist” (kinda bullshit but I don’t regret it) once and found it difficult so I really just have uh a brain feeling of ease and playfulness I’m thinking of as a lazy Sunday energy

Rule 3 I do get a bit stuck here in that I don’t always know where I want to put my stuff so I find myself doing some surprise deep cleaning. But! This means I’ve cleaned a ton of areas without wanting to cry or barf and it feels weird to admit as a grown ass gender but it’s probably the first time I’ve felt actual pride

Rule 4 - this and 3 are probably the secret sauce for me. It’s a nice structure and it keeps the steps simple enough to not freak out but just challenging enough to wanna do it.

Rule 5 the order did sound a bit random (clothes, books, paper, Komono, sentimental items) but it rips. Clothes are so unavoidably functional and emotional that it really is the easiest. Books are surprisingly aspirational?? Very “I want to be the kind of person that wants to read this” and I had to figure out how to divorce potential from actual appreciation. I did books three times. Like. I can just go to a library such low stakes with discarding books. Paper I wanted to die but what a gift

Rule 6 being the thing that everyone knows. I really have been making myself TOUCH THE ITEM and genuinely thank it. It’s also the part people don’t do?? Which is wild!? It’s so helpful??? Thanking things dissolved all the anxiety and loss aversion or guilt. It was also really fun to pick up something that gives you the giddy and imagine what it could be like to feel that for everything in the house. I mean why not it’s achievable. Oh also people think it’s about minimalism (it’s not) and getting rid of stuff you need (no) or replacing everything with a fancier thing (definitely not)

Oh wow I wrote a lot hahaaa

[justmeinadaze]

Good Neighbors Part 12 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I have one more chapter of this guys *cries*. I'm going to miss them when the time comes!

Warnings: Steddie smut and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Cameo from Wayne being a cute grandpa and the elder Harringtons being assholes. Lots of fluff. Like ALL the fluff lol

Word count: 3012

“Wow. This place is beautiful.” You fling yourself excitedly from the dining room of the home you four were looking at into the kitchen. 

“Mom! The rooms upstairs are big!”, Dylan’s feet stomp as he runs down the stairs. 

“Kid! Chill out. We don’t live here yet.”, Eddie giggles as he follows after him. 

“It’s right within your budget and down the street from this guy’s school.”, the realtor smiles at your son. 

“What do you guys think?”

“I like it. It’s closer to Robin to so I can sleep in longer before picking her ass up.”, Steve grins at the notion. 

“Oh, you know me, babe. I come from a trailer so this is like a palace to me.”

“Wonderful.” The realtor slams his briefcase on the desk and pulls out some paperwork. “Go ahead and fill these out. I can get that process started immediately. He points to sections on the documents, explaining things as you. “Now you and your husband will put your banking info and work information here—”, he gestures to you and Eddie. 

“Oh, um, I’m not her husband technically. Is that a problem?”

“No! Not at all.” He glances at Steve who shakes his head. “Ok, so then you’ll just put single for everyone and I’m going to need some more information for the three of you. I’m sorry for assuming. You said ‘babe’ and I just—”

“It’s ok. I’d like to marry her one day.”, Eddie leans over kisses your cheek. 

“Ew!” Dylan pretends to gag.

“Hey! You calm down over there.” The metalhead kicks his foot in his direction making Dylan laugh. 

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“Hey Eddie.”, Wayne greets you guys from his place on the steps outside of his trailer. “And friends.”

“You smoke like Eddie!”, Dylan points at the man in front of him. 

“Oh my god. He used to have manners.” You look at him apologetically as Wayne chuckles. 

“Oh, don’t even worry about it, Y/N. That’s nothing compared to how this one was. Well, come on in. Where’s Steven?”

“He had to work but we were in the neighborhood looking at a house and I thought we could come by so you can finally meet this weird kid.” Eddie gestures at Dylan who responds by sticking out his tongue. 

“That’s thrilling. It will be nice to have a bigger place, I bet.”

The four of you spent the rest of the afternoon together. Wayne was wonderful with Dylan. You could see when they interacted that he was happy to be around a kid again. After lunch, he took your son outside to show him the land and the car he was trying to tune up. You grinned as you watched Eddie’s uncle point to things under the hood and explain to Dylan what they were.

After coming back inside to use the restroom, you found yourself distracted by Eddie’s room. You had been in here once before but because you were taking care of him you didn’t really get to look around. You ran your fingers over the posters on the wall, beaming at the doodles scrawled in random places. There were notebooks on the dresser and you grabbed one before lying down on his bed. God, it still smelled like him. 

“Get lost, Princess?”

“In your past, yeah.”

Eddie grins as he crawls into the bed, lying on his back beside you. You pointed at the writing in his journal. 

“Was this for you Dungeons and Dragons thing?”

“Yes, ma’am. One of the campaigns we did.” He watches your face as your eyes scan over the material. 

“This is really cool. I don’t understand why people would make fun of you for it. The fact that most of this came from your mind? Wow.”

When you turned your head to meet his gaze, you were met with his lips. “I wish we had known you in high school.”

You grin at him as you close the distance again, kissing him slow at first before it steadily grew more heated. Eddie quickly lifted his head, glancing out the window to make sure Dylan and Wayne were still preoccupied. 

“We’ll have to be quiet.”, he whispers as he presses his mouth to yours. Reaching down, you fumble with his belt buckle before unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock from his boxers. 

Eddie spits in his hand as your hips rise off the bed so you can push down your shorts. He pumps his length a few times before position himself outside your entrance. Your head lifts up slightly as you watch him guide his dick inside of you. You both groan as his head falls between your shoulder and neck. 

He’s quick and precise with his movements, knowing you both only have a short window of time. 

“Fuck, Eddie, baby. Just like that.” You murmur into the fluff of his hair as your hands tug at his shirt. His mouth attaches to your throat as he tries to muffle the grunts that escape. One particularly hard thrust hit your g-spot just right making you cry out causing Eddie’s hand to fly up and cover your mouth. 

“Quiet, Princess.” He chuckles as he bites his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Can you cum for me?”

With his palm still blocking your lips, you reached up pushing two of your fingers into his mouth that he eagerly sucks on, coating with his saliva. Bringing those digits between your legs, you rapidly began rubbing fast circles into your clit as Eddie thrusts into you faster to match your pace. 

As soon as he felt your pussy fluttering around him, he removed his hand replacing it with his lips as he swallowed and stifled every one of your whimpers as you came around him. He didn’t stop kissing you till his rhythm become sloppier and you felt him cum inside of you. 

Eddie gently pulls out before rolling on to his back and gasping for air. He takes your hand in his and bring it to his lips placing a tender kiss on the back of it. 

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

“Mom! Mom! Come check this out!”, Dylan calls for you outside. 

While you’re pulling up your shorts you lean over and kiss Eddie’s soft, beautiful lips. “I love you to.”

You smile at Wayne as you pass him, heading towards the hood of the car your son is leaning over while Eddie sits on the front steps with his uncle who offers him a cigarette. 

“I like them.” Wayne lights the cigarette before passing his lighter to his nephew. “Kid has picked up a lot from you it seems.”

“Oof. Hopefully not too much.”

His uncle glances over at him for a moment before focusing on the sight in front of him. “Eddie, you aren’t your dad and no matter what you think or feel you will never be him. You would never hurt that kid and that woman there would never allow it. She’s not your mother.”

Eddie’s eyes remained on you two but Wayne knew he was listening. 

“He called himself my son a couple of weeks ago.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

The metalhead smiled before taking another drag of his cigarette. “Proud.” When Eddie finally turned his head, he saw his uncle grinning. “Wayne, I never thanked you. For taking me in.”

Wayne’s grin grew as he tossed the butt of his cigarette into the yard. 

“You never needed to, kid,”

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Steve knocked on the door to his parent’s house before slowly opening it and guiding you two inside. 

“Steve, honey, are you sure you want to do this?”, you whisper to him as you wrap your arm around his waist. 

“Yeah. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. My mom wanted to meet ‘the kid I’ve been seen with’ and my dad is at work so it shouldn’t be too chaotic.”

“Steven!” A beautiful brunette woman meets him halfway in the living room and quickly envelopes him in her arms. 

“Hey mom.”, he grins down at her. “This is Y/N and this little man here is Dylan.”

Unlike with Eddie’s uncle something about Steve’s mom made your son nervous as he remained hidden behind your leg. The man beside you immediately notices and bends down to take the boy in his strong, protective arms. “It’s ok, dude. This is my mom. She’s nice.”

“Oh, that’s ok. I can come on a bit strong! Hi there.”

Dylan politely smiles as he gives her a small hello. His mother reaches out to shake your hand and you grin politely as well. She leads you all to a dining room table where lunch has been premade and set out. Your son jumps on one of the chairs and reaches for a sandwich. 

The atmosphere remained awkward as small talk was made. Steve had never really told you anything bad about his mom but you knew enough about her to be hesitant. If you had been her you never would have allowed Steve to grow up in the environment he had feeling unloved and underappreciated. 

“So Y/N, you were married previously?”

Her question shoved you out of your thoughts. “Yes ma’am I was.”

“May I ask what happened?” 

“Hey Dylan. My old room is down the hall there. Why don’t you take my phone and go watch something.”, Steve hands him his device before watching him disappear down the hallway. 

“Mom, that was rude.”

“What? I’m just curious!”

“It’s ok, Steve.” You reach under the table to take his hand in yours. “He was having an affair.”

“Pfft, I know how that goes.” You and Steve stare at her as she takes a sip of wine from her glass. “My husband tries to hide it but as you figured out they aren’t really good at it.”

“Can we not do this right now?”, Steve begs. As if on cue, the front door opens loudly causing his eyes to squeeze shut. “Shit.”

“Well, this is a nice surprise.”, Mr. Harrington throws his suitcase on the couch before entering the dining room. 

“Speak of the devil.”, his mom raises her glass in his direction. “How was work, honey?”

“Good. Good. Exhausting.”

“I bet.”, she spits.

“Should I go get Dylan?”, you whisper to Steve and he gently nods before reassuringly squeezing your fingers. 

You politely smile as you pass his father and powerwalk to find your son. 

“So, Steven… still playing the family man I see.”

“I’m not ‘playing’, Dad.” Steve rises from his chair to face his father. “Y/N and I have been together for almost a year. I love her and I love that kid.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t pay the bills with love. I heard you’re looking into getting a new house. That’s exciting. Can Family Video cover a mortgage? What about things children need to survive, Steven? Do you even know what a kid needs?”

“Do you!?”, Steve snaps. “I may not know everything but at least I know not to abandon him to fend for himself while I go off to work conventions and parties fucking anything with legs.”

His father straightened up, challenging his son with his frame. “You better watch who you’re talking to, Steven. There may a come a time, and knowing you there will be one, when you need some financial support and I won’t be there to bail you out.”

“Dylan, wait!” Your son flew into the room and pushed himself between the two men. He looked up at Mr. Harrington with angry eyes. 

“Don’t talk to him that way! Steve is my dad and you should be nice!”

His father looked down at Dylan in complete bewilderment. Steve collected him in his arms and the boy promptly wrapped his arms around his neck. 

“Do whatever you want, Dad but no matter what this is my family.” He reaches for your hand which you eagerly take and head out the front door. 

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“Hey, you good, little man?”, Steve asks Dylan as they enter your apartment. 

“I’m ok. Are you? When my daddy was mean to me it always made me feel bad.”

“I’m ok. Thank you for sticking up for me.” You son smiles up him before running to turn on the tv. 

“Hey, weirdo. I’m going to take Steve in my room so we can talk for a bit. Try not to burn the place down.” 

He scrunches his tiny face at you and you do the same back. Grabbing Steve’s hand, you lead him into your room. As soon as you turn to face him, his lips are on yours. He walks you back towards your bathroom, quickly shutting the door and pushing you against it. 

His mouth sucks and bites at your neck as his fingers pull at your jeans, roughly tugging them down. As soon as you step out of them, he lifts you by your thighs on to the counter. Steve holds your legs open as he sinks to the floor, pressing his face into your cunt.

You moan as his tongue invades your entrance. “Steve, please.”

He licks up your folds, pausing to wrap his mouth around your clit making your squirm. You watch him multitask as his hands reach down to pull off belt and push down his pants. 

“Steve, please.”, you beg again. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

He rises back up to his feet, pumping his cock with the precum that was leaking out before pushing himself inside of your needy pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimpered. 

“Are you ok?”, he panted as he carefully pushed himself further into you. “You’re… really fucking tight.” His head falls on to yours as he leans in to place a kiss on your lips. 

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just go slow at first.”

“Anything for you, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Steve,” you giggle. “It’s fine. You two are just wearing this old lady out.”

A mix between a chuckle and moan escape his mouth. “You’re not old and I meant about today with my parents.”

He stood still when he bottomed out, just relishing in the feel of you around him. “Honey, you have no reason to be sorry.” You tenderly push his hair away from his forehead. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that.”

Steve begins steadily thrusting into you, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Jesus…”

“You…you can go a little faster now.”

His arms loop under your knees, lifting them up and sliding you closer to the edge of the sink. With his cock pumping into you more rapidly at this new angle, you felt like you were coming undone. You clasped your hand over your mouth to control the urge to scream out his name. 

Steve feels your pussy tightening around him as he drops one of your legs to rub his thumb over your clit. Your body shakes as you cum, your hand lunging for his own. 

Gripping both your legs again, he thrusts harder into you chasing his own high. His waist sputters as he releases deep within your body. 

After he pulls out of your now sore and sensitive hole, he reaches for the washrag in the cabinet and cleans you up. 

“Steve?” He answers you with a hm as he focuses on his task. “You’re not like him, you know. Your dad.”

He throws the rag in the sink behind you and lifts you up to place you back down on your feet. 

“I know.”

“Steve.” You playfully raise an eyebrow in his direction as he slides your panties up your hips. 

“I just… you’ll never have to worry, ok? I would never make you feel like I don’t appreciate you or that I don’t care about Dylan.”

“He called you dad.” You smile as he blushes, pulling up his pants. “How did it feel?”

“Good. The fact that he feels that way about us… it’s an honor. Scary but…”, he laughs.

“Welcome to being a parent! It’s always scary but worth it. When he was born, I remember being terrified that I was going to fuck up but when I held him and he looked up at me I knew. I knew I would do anything I could to protect this kid and make him happy.”

Steve tugs on your shirt, pulling you to him for a hug. 

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“So… they are going to Rivendell to destroy the ring?”, Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he glances at Eddie before focusing his attention back to the tv. 

“Noooo… they are going to Mordor to destroy the ring. They just left Rivendell.” You giggle at Eddie’s tone as he tries to not come off as annoyed.

“Mordor is the only place that can destroy it.”, Dylan’s eyes remain glued to the screen in front of him. 

Your phone on the counter rings and you smile as you get up to answer it, listening to them continue to banter. 

“See? He’s seven and he’s paying more attention.”

“I’m paying attention! There are just too many weird names to remember.”

“Hello?”, you laugh out. There’s silence as you listen to the person on the other end speak. “Oh my god. Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Steve pauses the movie as you hang up jumping towards your three boys with giddy excitement. “We got it. We got the house!”

“Are you serious?!” he gets up quickly, wrapping you in his arms.

“Wow, that’s fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ve lived in an actual house before.”, Eddie grins as you smack his chest before placing a kiss on his lips. 

“When are we moving?”, Dylan asks from his place by your side. 

You reach down to tussle his hair. “Um, next month. Jesus, there’s a lot we need to do beforehand.”

“Ay, Princess. Breathe. We have plenty of time. Tomorrow we can sort all that out. Today, we make fun of Harrington for not understanding Lord of the Rings.”

“It’s not my fault this stuff is confusing!”

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[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You (2.0)

It’s Always Been You

(Kyoya x male reader story)

2 3 4

Background Info: 

Here’s the main things about my y/n, first off his mom runs multiple casinos well known across Japan. Y/n is roughly 16-17, and lives alone. 

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Chapter One -A New Host!-

  The marble walls shone and echo the steps of a particular brunette searching this seemingly endless high school. 

  After another failed attempt at finding a quiet place to study, it felt as if every room felt students doing everything except doing work, finding ways to waste the mounts of free time they possess.

  Finally, the now mildly annoyed brunette gets to a supposedly empty music room, having no other options left, they open the door.

They’re greeted by a burst of light accompanied with a rush of rose petals, and—

 “Welcome!” 

The brunette was greeted by the school's very own host club.

 “This is a host club?” The brown haired questioned

 Two ginger twins spoke ignoring the student. 

“Wow, it’s a boy!”

 “Hikaru, kaoru, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn’t he?” Kyoya asked, already knowing the answer.

 The twins thought a minute before dryly saying.

 “Yeah, but he’s shy. He doesn’t act very sociable, so we don’t know much about him.”

“Well that wasn’t very polite.”

 Kyoya ootori tilted his head studying the commor.

 “Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honor student.” Finally giving attention to the now very confused student.

 Before he could even respond, a now very eager blonde speaks.

    “What? You must be Haruhi Fujioka! You're an exceptional honor student we’ve heard about.” 

 Haruhi, very uncomfortable with the spotlight on him asks.

  “How do you know my name?” 

 “Well how wouldn’t we know about you?” Y/n asked Haruhi, clearly not getting through to him.

  “Why, you're infamous, it’s not every day that a commoner gains entrance into our academy.”  

 He continues,

  “You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student Mr. Fujioka.” Kyoya spoke clearly, hitting a nerve with Haruhi, who was barely processing anything.

“Well uh, thank you I guess” Haruhi was slowly getting a migraine at this point.

 The spotlight shifts over to the blonde.

 “You're welcome. You're a hero to other poor people, Fujioka. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy.” He now just prancing around, akin to a peacock.

 “It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others." 

 “I think you're taking this ‘poor’ thing too far.” Haruhi gets frustrated with the group.

 Tamaki ignores the feedback and keeps going.

“Spurned. Neglected. But that doesn’t matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you, poor man, to our world of beauty.” Clearly not getting a hint.

 “I’m outta here.” Haruhi started to back away from the intrusive host club. 

 Mitsukuni starts going towards the fleeting brunette.

“Hey! Come back here Haru-chan! You must be like a superhero or something. That’s so cool!”

 Haruhi rebuttals.

 “I’m not a hero. And who are you calling ‘Haru-chan’?!” Haruhi has started to reach his limit with these rich people.

 Tamaki starts talking.

 “I never would’ve imagined the famous scholar would be so openly gay.” 

Y/n interjects.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Haruhi, who would rather be anywhere but here, asked.

 “Openly, what?”

Tamaki ignoring Haruhi for the third time starts.

 “So tell me what kind of guys are you into.” Invading the personal space of a very shaken Haruhi.

 “Do you like the strong, silent type? The boy Lolita?” He gestured to the duo.

“How about the mischievous type, maybe the space cadet or the cool type.” 

Y/n looks at Kyoya who’s writing in his sleek black notebook.

“Really space cadet? I don’t think I’m that bad at focusing.” Y/n who is now picking at his bitten nails.

“Really now, what’s the honor student's name?” Kyoya closed his book focusing on him now.

“….” Y/n looks off to the side racking his brain for anything.

“It’s Haruhi.” Kyoya said plainly.

Y/n went back to listening to Tamaki and Haruhi, quietly accepting defeat.

 “Uh… I, uh… it’s not like that, I was just looking for a quiet place to study.” Stammered getting backed into a va corner.

 Tamaki is still not getting the hint. And getting even closer to Haruhi.

“Or maybe… You’re into a guy like me. What do you say?” Scaring Haruhi.

 “Wait the vas-” before Y/n could finish, the elegant blue and white vase shattered by the brunette, despite his attempts of saving.

“Never mind..” Y/n mumbled before getting overlooked by the twins.

 “Aww..” the twins whined, now towering over the distressed honor student.

Y/n starts.

 “We were supposed to feature that renaissance vase in the school's upcoming auction.” 

Kaoru adds.

“Oh, now you’ve done it, commoner. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!”

 Haruhi, who is pale as a ghost, frantically runs the number through her head.

“Eight million yen!? How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in a million?”

“Uh I’m gonna have to pay you back…” defeat filling his entire body.

The twins adding salt to a wound, states.

“With what money? You can’t even afford a school uniform.”  Hitting the point home to an already stressed commoner.

“You're going to  end up paying us one way or another.” Y/n shrugs, thinking of other options.

“Well, what do you think we should do about this Tamaki?” Kyoya looked at Tamaki who is now dramatically sitting in a chair.

“There’s a famous saying you may have heard Fujioka, ‘when in Rome, you should do as the Romans do.’ Since you have no money, you can pay with your body. That means starting today, you’re the Host Club’s dog.”

Haruhi is now just a shell of a person, talking to himself over his current situation and comes of it.

Mitsukuni pokes Haruhi, no reaction.

“I think we killed him.” Y/n waves his hand over Haruhi’s blank face.

The next day….

   The sounds of chatter danced across the elegant walls, filled with girls who have too much time on their hands. And hosts who also have way too much time on their hands.

Tamaki is entertaining his usual customers, who are just hanging on to his every word. When a voice grabs his attention.

“May I have a word with you Tamaki?” Seika Ayanokoji spoke.

She continues. “I’ve recently heard the club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree.” She spoke with underlying bitterness.

 “I don’t know if I’d call him that.” Tamaki responded.

Haruhi walks in the bustling room with a paper bag. Along with y/n, helping carry the extra groceries.

“Speak of the devil!” Tamaki declared.

“Thanks for doing the shopping little piglet. Did you get everything on the list?” Tamaki Turing his full attention on the male.

“What? Piglet?” Haruhi questioned.

 Tamaki snatched the bag out of Haruhi’s hand before inspecting a brown container.

“Hey, wait a minute, what’s this?” Tamaki studies the container, puzzled by it.

“Just what it looks like. It’s coffee” Haruhi deadpanned.

An unbelieving Tamaki inspects the suspicious coffee before speaking again.

“I’ve never seen this brand before. Is this the kind that’s already ground?” 

“What do you mean? It’s instant coffee.” Haruhi is baffled by the lack of awareness coming from the blonde.

The girls who’ve been listening the entire time but in.

“It’s instant?” 

“Tamaki, it’s the kind you add hot water to powder.” Y/n explains, before Tamaki could say anything.

 “I didn't know there was such a thing” a girl said in shock. Another girl joins in.

 “So it is true then. Poor people don’t have enough time to grind their own coffee beans” said as if it was a revolutionary concept.

Kyoya appears out of the blue and adds his thoughts.

 “Commoners are pretty smart.” 

Twins join in the chaos taking the instant coffee in their own hands.

“Hundred grams for three-hundred yen.” 

 “That’s a lot less than what we normally pay.”

Haruhi, fed up with the commotion over coffee, takes the coffee back.

“I’ll go back and get something else. Excuse me for not buying you guys expensive coffee.” Frustration leaking with every word. 

 But before Haruhi could do so, Tamaki stood with dozens of other eyes peering at the coffee.

“No, I’ll keep it.” He said, causing a multitude of gasps from the guests.

“ I’m going to give it a try.” Causing more shock throughout the pretentious group.

   “I will drink this coffee!” He stood lifting the coffee in the air. An array of applause erupted at Tamaki's display of bravery.

A dumb founded Haruhi stood there as he was made to make ‘commoners coffee’ for everyone. 

“I’ll help yo-“ y/n gets talked over by a bitter redhead.

“Oh Tamaki, now you’re taking the joke too far. Your palette won’t be able to stomach that crap. You don’t have to drink it just because he bought it.”

Haruhi paused and looked at the girl. But the redhead continued.

“Sorry I’m just talking to myself.” She said staring daggers at him

“Haruhi!” Tamaki called. Causing Haruhi to rush over to the demand of the group.

After a few minutes multiple teacups are placed before Tamaki and the rest.

“Let the tasting begin!”

As girls spoke their concerns with this mysterious instant coffee, Tamaki quickly charmed the girls out of their fear.

After everyone went back to their usual duties, leaving Haruhi and y/n watching everyone do their job.

“Shouldn’t you be entertaining your guests.” Haruhi look to see the twins doing their typical routine.

“I don’t have a lot of guests so most of the time I just end up doing nothing ” Y/n answered.

Mitsukuni walks in with Mori behind him. Causing Haruhi a lot of confusion. 

“Is that boy really a third year student?” 

“Honey-senpai may seem young and childish, but he's a prodigy.” Y/n said. 

Causing Kyoya to come out of his place of hiding.

“And mori-senpai’s allure is his strong and silent disposition.” Kyoya added 

“Uh..” Haruhi is barely understanding anything.

Mitsukuni grabs Haruhi’s attention.

“Haru-chan!”  

Causing Haruhi to yelp not expecting Honey-senpai.

“Hey Haru-chan, do you want to go and have some cake with me?” Honey asked, looking up at Haruhi.

“Thanks, but I don’t really like cake.” Haruhi stammered.

Honey holds up a pink fuzzy bunny up to Haruhi.

“Then how would you like to hold my bunny Usa-chan?” Honey gave the sweetest puppy eyes.

“I'm not into bunnies.” Haruhi politely declined.

“Are you saying you don’t like Usa-chan?” Honey looked as if he was about to cry.

“I- I guess he is kinda cute, huh?” 

The bunny gets shoved into Haruhi’s hands.

“Take care of him, okay?” Honey giggles before running off to cater to the guests.

Kyoya, without looking up from his book, starts talking again.

“You’ll notice that our club utilized each man’s unique characteristics to cater to the desire of the guests. Just so you know, Tamaki is number one around here, he's the king. His request rate is seventy percent.” 

“What’s this world coming to?” Haruhi exasperated.

Kyoya continues. 

 “And in order to pay back your eight million yen debt with us, you will act as the Ouran Host Club’s dog until you graduate.”

 “I’m sorry I mean errand boy, you can run away If you want Haruhi, but just so you know, my family employs a private police force of 100 officers. By the way, do you have a passport?” Kyoya looked up from his notebook.

“Huh?” 

Tamaki appears behind Haruhi,

“You're gonna have to work hard to pay off that debt. My little nerd~.” Tamaki cooed into Haruhi’s ear.

Haruhi understandably jumps up and backs away from the prince.

“Never do that again.” He said hyperventilating.

“Tamaki please don’t make me use a spray bottle again.” Y/n states pinching his eyes in frustration.

Tamaki once again ignores Y/n.

“You need a makeover or girls won’t ever look twice at you.”

 “Yeah well I’m not trying to get girls to look at me.” Haruhi argues with the dense blonde.

After Tamaki goes into a rant about how important it is to be a gentleman to the ladies and other nonsense, Haruhi speaks his reason why.

“ I just don’t think it’s that important.” Causing Tamaki to be more puzzled at the concept.

“Why should I care about appearances and labels anyway? I mean what really matters is what’s on the inside right? I don’t understand why you even have a host club like this.” Haruhi bluntly said, striking a nerve with Tamaki.

“Cruel reality isn’t it?” Tamaki asked.

After what felt like hours of a one sided debate, Haruhi finally stopped Tamaki.

“Oh did I strike a cord?” Tamaki smirked.

“Obnoxious!” Haruhi said, breaking the blondes heart.

Twins laughing came over to Haruhi.

“You’re a hero alright!” 

“ I’m sorry Senpai, but your lesson did strike a chord with me.” Haruhi politely explained. Causing Tamaki’s mood to boost up.

 “Really? It did? Let me show you more. My friend.” 

“He got over that quick.” 

“Boss?” The twins looked towards tamaki 

 “Call me king.” Tamaki corrected.

The twins carry on.

 “You can teach him the basics of hosting but.. he’s not going to get very far with the ladies if he doesn’t look the part you know. He’s not exactly host club material.” The twins proceeded to remove the honor students' glasses.

 Revealing a gorgeous face behind the specs.

“Hey! I need those. I used to have contacts but I lost them on the first day of school.” Haruhi explained but it came to deaf ears.

Tamaki snapped his fingers.

“Hikaru, Kaoru.”

“Got it!”

 The twins ran off while Tamaki sent out more orders.

“Kyoya, my hairstylist. Mori senpai, go to the eye doctor and get him contact lenses.”

As the others went off it left y/n and Honey-senpai left.

“What about us Tama-chan?” Honey asked innocently.

“Honey senpai.” Tamaki said.

“Yes sir!” Honey responded.

“You…go have some cake”

“Looks like it’s just me and you-…” y/n starts but honey-senpai is off sadly eating cat with Usa-chan.

“Never mind… I guess.”

The twins come back and throw Haruhi into a changing room along with the purple uniform. Causing the twins to get thrown out by Haruhi. 

 Everyone gathered around the changing room waiting with bated breath until-

“Um, senpai?”

“Aren’t you done changing yet?” Tamaki asked.

“Are you sure it’s really okay for me to keep this uniform?” Haruhi is fidgeting with the cuffs on his sleeves.

Tamaki rushes closer to Haruhi along with everyone else.

“Cute! You're as pretty as a girl! Adorable!” Tamaki said tears welled in his eyes.

“You think he knows?” Y/n questioned tilting his head towards Kyoya.

“Highly unlikely.” He said

“Haru-chan you look so cute!”

“If we had known that’s how you really look… we would’ve helped you way sooner.” The twins say, looking at the new Haruhi.

“Who knows, maybe he’ll draw in some new customers.” Kyoya chimes in.

“ You know, that’s just what I was thinking. Our errand boy is moving up in the ranks. Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club. I will personally train you to be a first-rate host. If you can get 100 customers to request your service, we will completely forget about your eight million debt!”

“A host?” Haruhi is shocked at what is happening.

Haruhi is now at a table surrounded by girls, getting asked a multitude of questions. At the start he stumbles through, really unsure of what to do. After a while Haruhi starts talking about his long gone mom, which causes the girls to grow emotional and become attached to the new host.

Tamaki is spying on Haruhi over the sofa blatantly ignoring his guests. 

“Why is he so popular?” Tamaki question.

“He’s a natural.” Kyoya calmly spoke.

“No training needed.” Y/n agreed.

“Unlike you y/n.” The twins teased.

“I wasn’t that bad on my first day!” Y/n argued. The twins have a knowing glance and started laughing.

A familiar voice breaks Tamaki’s attention.

“Have you forgotten about me?” Seika said, jealousy painted over her face.

Tamaki quickly regained composure, and responded.

“Oh, no. Sorry princess. I’m just a little concerned about our newest host.”

Her eyes narrow and look at the host.

“Well that’s obvious Tamaki. You sure have been keeping an eye on him.” Her tone grew more bitter.

“Of course I have to. I’m training him to be a gentleman like me!” He declares. 

 The other girls giggle and Tamaki calls over Haruhi.

Haruhi excuses himself and goes to Tamaki. 

“What’s up?”

“I'd like you to meet someone. This is my regular guest, Princess Ayanokoji.”

He gestures towards the girl.

“Miss, it's a pleasure to meet you.” He politely smiled.

Tamaki fussed over Haruhi again but this time refusing to let go despite the protests from the male.

 Causing Haruhi to call out for Mori-senpai’s help.

Mori rushes over to the two and swiftly lifts Haruhi away from Tamaki. Surprising Haruhi in the process.

 “Mori-senpai you really didn’t have to go that far.”

“Come on little one, let daddy give you a hug!” Tamaki is now back to babying Haruhi.

“I’ve already got a dad, I don't need another one!”

Later on the next day the club continues except now with the lack of Haruhi.

 And as you would expect Tamaki is worried, and asking all of the hosts on the whereabouts of him yet to no luck. 

 Finally he asked y/n.

“I believe he’s looking for his bag last time I checked.”

  Tamaki runs off to look for him.

Y/n look around the room for a host who isn’t busy. As luck would have it the twins were free.

“Hikaru, Karuo! Wanna play cards?” Y/n called out to the two.

 They walked over as Y/n set up the game.

“What do you want to bet with this time?” Y/n said finishing dealing the cards.

After a few rounds, the twins grew bored and ended up wandering off to do who knows what.

The end of the day comes and y/n packs up and starts to head home. But as y/n went by the crystal windows he saw Haruhi and Tamaki in the school pond drenched in water with Haruhi’s bag emptied across the water. He smiled and continues his walk.

 Haruhi is now stuck hosting with the redhead girl. The tension was deathly uncomfortable. It was clear to anyone they didn’t like each other.

Glass shattered along with screams.

“No, Haruhi! Leave me alone! Somebody help, he just attacked me!” She whined, causing the entire room to look at her and Haruhi who is now on top of her.

“Somebody do something! Teach this commoner a lesson!” She yells more.

The twins pour water on the two, shutting the princess up.

“Why did you do that? Do something, Tamaki, Haruhi just assaulted me!” She tried putting on the victim act.

“I’m disappointed in you. You threw his bag into the pound, didn’t you?” Tamaki said no longer having his usual cheerful smile.

She was taken aback and try to turn things around.

“You don’t know that. Do you have any proof I did?” She argued the act slowly slipping 

As he finally kicked her out permanently, the last people now in the room after all this was just the hosts.

  Tamaki turns to Haruhi who is still soaked in water.

“Hmmm.. now how am I going to punish you after all it is your fault. I got it! Your quota is now 1000!”

“Haruhi here kyoya helped me get another uniform” y/n hands Haruhi the bag. “Sorry it might not be your style but it's better than nothing!”

 Haruhi goes and changes to the new uniform.

Tamaki went off to bring Haruhi towels, clearing thinking this was a bright idea.

“Wait, should we send him to help Haruhi?” 

“He needs to find out one way or another.” 

“But I mean-“

Screams erupt from the other room, it seems like he found out.

Nothing Haruhi is saying is going through to Tamaki. But Tamaki flushes when he hears Haruhi compliment him.

Kyoya turns to y/n

“Now I may be wrong but I think we may be witnessing the beginning of love here.” 

 Y/n smiled.

“To be fair I think it started well before he found out.” 

————————

Note: Hi I’m back from the dead!

Sorry for being gone for like a year but here we go

[chaiandsage]

Hello! Tis I, the binder, back again to bug you with updates about how the bind is going so far, mostly because I think my friends are getting sick of hearing about it, lmao (I kid, my friends are very supportive of the random things I do)

But yeah! I have actually finished the main bulk of formatting! There are a few little things I need to go through now, but I managed to fix the little things that got mess up in transfer (and by that I mean for some reason after a dash, the quotation marks were backwards, so I had to fix that). Book two - the longest part, chapters 25 to 57 - sits at a grand total of 444 pages (or, technically 456 pages if we count the title pages and a few extras thrown on the end to fill out the final signature)! Book 1 (1-24) is 219 of actual story and about 228 with the extras. And then book 3 - or as I have been calling it, Happily Ever After - is 181 pages of text, or 192 with extras

Oh! I also thought you might be interested to know, this will be the first time I'm doing a cloth binding instead of just using paper, so I bought and painted my cloth and will be turning into into book cloth when it's had a chance to fully dry! Let me tell you, it's probably a good thing I'm sending this in annon or else I would add photos and just completely ruin the surprise of the long long long post I am probably going to write about this process and the things that I learned from this specific bind, lol

Anyways, I will now go back to my cave for a while and stop bugging you with my info dumps

- 📖

You have successfully blown my mind. What you gotta understand is that I wrote most of this in chunks or chapter-by-chapter on different documents so I had no idea it would have actually been that many book pages. Did I really churn out a trilogy’s worth of minecraft fanfiction? Idk whether to be proud of myself or horrified /hj

But aside from that, that’s also so cool to know! And this is your first time cloth binding? Wow, well I certainly hope that goes well for you. Knowing you’re making literal books from this still feels so surreal to me but in a very positive way!

And I might not always get back to them right away but you know I find your info dumps incredibly fun to read through. Feel free to send them whenever :)

I am wishing you a nicely smooth process on this project <3

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 14

Had a day off today so I am posting early ^^

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Flying on a broom was something she would never forget. It still was dangerous, but she was surrounded by a pair of muscular arms that glued her to the broom. They didn’t fly high, just 1 or 2m high so the woman could giggle in security.

She spoke first when they went back on the floor. “That was so cool !! like we weighed nothing! It is so impressive to live it.”

Vargas puffed his chest. “See what I meant ? It is freeing.”

Victoria had a wide smile on her face. “Thank you for showing me ! I will often think about it.”

He just said. “Well, if you want to redo it, don’t hesitate, come see me and we will fly again !”

Victoria laughed stupidly. She didn’t know why but she was popular those days. All that was missing was a raven and her bingo card would be full.

At the end of her shift, she went to the school shop to buy a new TV.

Sam greeted her. “Dr Devi ! I have everything you ordered yesterday.”

[Damn he is more efficient than Amazon Prime…] Thought the woman.

She grabbed the big bag. [Since I don’t know Yuu gender, I took everything in double, better be prepared for the fight].

She remembered why she was here. “I would like to buy a TV, if possible, a flat screen and a long warranty. If the screen is around 45”, it would be perfect !”

Sam was amused “You know exactly what you want, but you are lucky… it is IN STOCK !”

[Wow he really says it out loud.] She just laughed. “Show me the beast.”

He grabbed a catalog and showed her the goods. It wasn’t the fancier design but it seemed sturdy. You never know with teenagers what could happen. The price wasn’t cheap of course, but she could spare some change.

The woman nodded. “I’ll take it ! When can it be delivered ? And are you by any chance open on the weekend ?”

Sam was surprised by the second question. “You will get your TV tomorrow. And I am open on Saturday, why ?”

She explained her plan for the renovation of Ramshackle. She would need a LOT of materials to repair everything. Nails, hammers, paints, fabrics,... You name it you get it.

She did an exhaustive list because she had an intuition that everything available at Ramshackle would be old and busted.

Once the long list of materials was given, she came back to the dorm. She looked at Giktok tutorials when she heard a vague “We are home…” coming from the entrance.

[Ouch, everything must have been chaotic today…]

Victoria asked, even if she knew the answer. “How did it go ?”

Both Yuu and Grim sighed before Grim entered a long rant. Victoria could only listen while massaging the Almighty Grim’s shoulders. “That idiot Riddle didn’t accept the tart because of a stupid rule !! The tart we work so hard to make is in ruin ! And…”

Victoria could blame them, Riddle was really a stickler for rules to a point it was like an unhealthy obsession. She knew why but how could a mother treat her son like that ? From what she could imagine, the mother just wanted her son to be the perfect mage, but she just created a teenager, processing his emotions like a freaking baby. Victoria just hoped for one thing : to never meet this woman, else there would be blood on the floor sprinkled with hair.

Seeing that Yuu wasn’t speaking, Victoria tried to interact with them. “Hey Baby, are you alright ?”

Yuu was dejected. “Not really, it just feels unfair. We work a lot for nothing… How can he be like that ?”

Victoria was in front of a dilemma, revealing a bit of info under the case of an hypothesis or not ? 

A few seconds passed and the woman decided that if it could help to ease Yuu’s and Grim’s conscience , it was preferable to say something. “Well… You never know, maybe they were raised in a strict environment… He could have been severely punished if he broke those rules, with physical punishment maybe ? We don’t know. We can only be understanding with them.”

A voice interrupted them. “But being too understandable is bad, no ?”

Victoria turned her head “You again ? Ace, it is not a free motel here… But yes, you are right, being too lenient is also bad because it creates egotistical children. And sometimes they even become narcissists. It’s horrible. Having to deal with egotistical children is a delicate task because they think everything is theirs and no one can have better stuff than them. It is often the case of a family with a single child that was born with complications. Or with a helicopter mom.”

Yuu and Ace looked at her, surprised. Yuu was the one who spoke first “Victoria, were you working with children ? Or were you a big sister ?”

Victoria smiled for a few seconds before answering. “No, I am just used to being an older, understandable character, that’s all.”

Due to her mood disorder, she had to be able to dissect human behaviors and relationships, to know when it was time to say ‘help me’ to the psychiatrist.

Victoria sighed before adding “You know, there is no manual on how to raise children and how to be a human. But sometimes, a punch in the face is not a bad idea to get your point across.”

Oh boi did she forget that it was how to stop overblots.

After a good night of sleep, Victoria was not feeling good at all. It was D-day. It was not the debarkation, but the 1st overblot day. She remembered that due to her empathy, she cried a lot when they explained Riddle’s past and even more when reading the manga.

She needed to be the adult. She would wait for Yuu and Grim in the dorm, with a brand new TV, ice creams and a warm comforter. And tomorrow she would yelled at Crowley for not doing his job properly (he was still doing the best he can).

She was ready.

Tag : @boba-tea-fish @hipsterteller

[lukael]

it's venting time baby

tumblr still feels like the only place where I can actually properly vent, I don't wanna do it on my other platforms cause I feel like they're the more likely to get me commissions and I imagine hearing me say how much I fucking hate drawing isn't exactly good for business

and honestly I fucking hate that I can't actually say how I really feel in fear of not getting commissions, makes me feel like a FOOL but anyways

I do not enjoy drawing :)

I don't find it fun, I don't find it fulfilling, and I'm still fighting with myself over that fact, because I've been really happy since quitting my job 2 years ago, so it's easy to feel like it's because drawing makes me happier, but I really think it's just that I hate the idea of doing any other job EVEN MORE.

I don't think I'm good at it, I don't think I'm ever really gonna be great at it, and when Audrey asks me "why do you need to be great at it", I don't really know what to say. I don't have the answer. Trying to do something without being able to is just the most frustrating feeling in the fucking world, and it's something I'm putting myself through daily by pursuing art, like I'm just not good at it lol

so fucking tired of hearing people say "no you're totally good at it omg you're so talented!" like.... I APPRECIATE THAT, I really do, like yeah I can create moderately competent looking images on occasion, to some that's an impressive skill, or that's sufficient, cool. It's not good enough for me lol I would like to either: enjoy the process of drawing (I do not) or to create really great looking art (I do not)

bad enough that I hate it, but I also hate the process of having to constantly be looking for job opportunities with book companies, trying to advertise for commissions, never really getting enough to pay the bills for the month, like.... social medias are only getting more and more shit, so that's not helping, but even before that, I've never found any success online (probably cause the art sucks lol)

some days I'm debating just going to work at Subways or some shit, cause then at least I'd be making minimum wage lol which is a hella lot more than I'm making right now, but doing a student entry level job at 34 wouldn't be great for my morale I think lol plus I would hate that work too, so idk... call me lazy I guess, I just don't wanna work lol

Praying to the fuckin heavens every day that my channel can pick up in traffic so I can monetize it, cause even though I don't think I'm funny or interesting or entertaining in those videos, at least I have fun doing those. Getting to do this stuff full time would literally be a dream come true cause then I wouldn't be forced to fucking draw. I could actually like, maybe just draw for fun and somehow try to reconnect with what it is that led me to start drawing in the first place 30 something years ago

It sucks cause my parents are probably so proud of me when I say "hey guys I'm doing it I'm a freelance illustrator going on 2 years now!" I bet they tell their friends like wow look how my son is doing so well! not really knowing I've lost thousands of dollars of savings in those two years because I'm not making jack shit because I still price my commissions like I was 17 year old just starting in the damn art world

but I can't price comms any higher because A) I wouldn't get any and B) I can't in good conscience charge any higher for this garbage I'm making, I sure as fuck wouldn't pay that amount for the shit I draw. And that's with people not even knowing how much I hate it the whole time lol oh shit that's probably bad for business to say here too huhhhhhhhhh hey guys don't mind me my commissions are open, check my carrd for more info!!! :)

if anyone is unlucky enough to be reading this, probably thinking "luk if you hate drawing so much why not just do some other job" well see thats because I've painted myself into this fucking corner, and in my entire life have been so stubborn about drawing that I haven't amassed any other skill or interest, so there's no other job I could be doing, it just has to be this now, because I need to make money somehow so I can eat and pay rent, so might as well be with this thing I'm kinda sorta okay at even though it's fucking pulling teeth at this point

anyways

[askthedevicer]

Wow this was wild. It’s unfortunate because this user’s extremeism is so clearly and deeply rooted in ageism that they’re taking what should honestly be a really cool concept and turning it into sci-fi fantasy discourse.

Anyway, to put context to the situation. What they’re talking about is how scientists are looking into a cure for cancer. No to incredibly, incredibly simplify the situation, our cells each have a gene designed to tell them when to perform mitosis and when to actually perform they’re job. Now, almost every cell has a limit to how often it can perform mitosis before the switch just stays permanently off, when more cells start dying than are being formed, that is what we call aging.

Cancer is a bug in our system where that mitosis on/off switch just stays on and instead of performing any kind of job, a section of cells only duplicate and duplicate and duplicate forever, until they eventually inject all systems and that is a (again very) basic rundown of cancer.

So, a few decades ago, scientists had the thought that “well if the switch being on is what make cancer dangerous, then what if we just figure out how to turn it off?” Which is of course much easier said than down. It’s been decades now (mind you I haven’t kept up with research in the last few years, so my info may be out of date) on we’ve managed to figure out how to turn that genes sequence ON. Which yanno,…. Yay we’ve invented lab controlled cancer! Turns out manually turning that off is considerably harder.

Now, to link that with the idea of immortality. If we could turn that gene sequence on and off at will, in THEORY we could use it to stop or even reverse the aging process forever.

Now, if you’re thinking “but how would you manually go through the billions of cells in a human body and turn that switch on only to turn it off again?” Or “but how will that affect the brain, which isn’t really designed to have new cells produced?” And how do you control the speed at which things are produced?” Or “this feels like it would seriously increase risk of cancer?” Then congrats you have the ability to think critically about things!

Here’s the deal. If we somehow do manage to actually figure out how the fuck to do this, I can’t imagine this procedure costing anything less than millions of dollars, which means this would create an even wider gap between upper and lower classes where the billionaires of the world would stay young forever while us regular folk would age out and die.

Listen, I don’t know about you, but I’d sooner see everyone age and pass on as has been standard for all of history then let the likes of Elon musk exclusively live forever

scrunching my face real hard rn

[1d1195]

Definitely get the whole vibe of everyone relying on you! I basically have the same role in my family too :/ While i would literally do anything for my family(not extended family bc thats a DIFFERENT story lol) it is very draining especially when at times it may not be reciprocated in a way that actually helps. So youre not alone in that and it doesn't make you a bad person for saying those things either! And yeah i did say im the eldest daughter! I only have one sibling which is my brother but he's only 2 years younger than me. We are actually very close and i love him to death! BUT what's wild is that personally I don't think we are too similar but apparently we are according to others lol We are also both Aquarians which is also WILD!

ANYWAYSSSSSS That is kinda sad to think about it like that :( But honestly I think you would love to see and particpate in a Day of the Dead celebration! It's just a different way of viewing death and th process of it like making the offerings and decorating is so fun! Well at least when we do it we cook/buy our loved ones fave foods and it comes naturally the nice memories we have shared with them. also idk if i've mentioned this but i LOVE flowers like obsessed! so I enjoy that aspect too! Plus it really does kick off your b-day month so IT"S A WIN! also WE ARE THE SAME once again, i have ALWAYS been obsessed with my ancestry too! Have you taken one of those DNA tests or Ancestry tests??? And you can ask whenever/whatever you want!

I say you could totally write a cool biography or even like a memoir! I think that would be such a fun little project even if it's just for yourself!

like bestie you don't understand, this man's arms look GOOD so i get the vibe of liking forearms! it's totally not weird! I mean I have a thing for noses(according to my friends bc i have never truly noticed 😭) and hands! Or maybe something might be wrong with me 😂

It was for a good deal too! It was $10 for a HARDCOVER of Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray" and im exicted since it looks like I might actually start this book lol Have you read anything fun or new recently?

ALSO SAM THE RIGHT HERE EXTRA WAS SO GOOD 😭I forgot how cute these two are and how perfect they are 😭 Harry in this is just so 😭 i love a good sick fic and the comfort of it all! BUT HER SAYING I LOVE YOU FIRST!? Why did i think Harry already said that?? lol But I found it so cute it was her and its so perfect the way you wrote about how knowing that Harry loved her back was like the last thing for her to FULLY be herself! loved it so much Sam, you never disappoint!-💜

That's so funny. My extended family is a mess too. I was actually discussing it with one of my aunts on my mom's side this weekend. My dad's side is A LOT™ Like idk what happened we were discussing it and I was like "wow, i love these people but I do not like them. wtf." That's cool you have a brother, I always wanted a brother. But I'm def the son my parents never had either lol. I bet you're a killer older sister. My sister is also ~2 years younger than me and that's so wild how similar we are! My sister is way more outgoing than I am, she's probs smarter, and infinitely more confident (I said double it and give it to the next one in the womb). What's your brother like? It's funny you think you're not like him but others do! I think my sister and I are different but we have SO many similarities.

I've done 23 and Me! The results were unsurprising. I was hoping for more nitty gritty details but I'd like to do the Ancestry one too because then I could maybe get some of the more interesting info I want. Okay you've convinced me. Maybe I'll write a memoir 😂 OH I LOVE FLOWERS TOO! I bought a headband at TJMaxx and wore it. My coworker (Spanish teacher) loved it! It had really pretty flowers and I know I mentioned it last but I think Coco is one of the most BEAUTIFUL Disney movies on the planet and it's DEFINITELY the flowers. That's a beautiful tradition--eating their favorite food 😭 that's so so nice. I hope I can participate somehow sometime that would be really cool.

Noses and forearms aren't we a pair!? 😭

Picture of Dorian Gray is on my bookshelf! I tried reading it years ago but I struggled. It's on my shelf though so it means it's gonna be read by the end of the year hahahaha Let me know how you like it! 😊

HAHAHAHAHA I always go back and reread when I write a new part to check for plot holes but I REALLY had to go back and read to see if he said it (if you read between the lines of the original part he def says it) I feel like I kinda struggled falling in love--as much as I write about it I feel like there's something wrong with me--love in books and the way I feel love is very different. Idk maybe I'm weird. I've been fantasizing about love since I was 11/12/13. Maybe I set myself up for failure in believing the stories more than reality. ALL OF THAT was to say that I think I wrote her just finally feeling at peace to be herself, to really feel in love because it's something I always struggled with.

Thank you for being the utmost supportive in everything 💕

xoxo

[aquilamage]

Collection of misc thoughts about the part of the game from yesterday:

I am soooo tempted to Passage warp directly back to Looks to the Moon to see if I've already gotten to the point where I can talk to them. I won't because I am not gonna trek all the way back to where I am now and also just in case it does do something to ruin the storytelling.

On the subject of the chamber Five Pebbles talks to you in:

I know I kinda already sussed it out and also his dialogue confirms it but wow watching the way his robot body gets moved around in this scene does so much for the impression that yeah the iterators are big big computer mechanical beings and the robot part is just a little puppet they control. It's extremely cool.

Which of course has me thinking about Looks to the Moon's in comparison (both their little square chamber with the robot body and the whole area that the game labels with her name). While I'm still not clear on whether all the things you encounter in Five Pebbles are fully meant to be there he certainly still seems functional (and has a billion of the floaty light things all over - although not in the square chamber - vs her only having the couple with her body).

Also I don't know about you guys but that ^ looks like way more than five pebbles to me.

Assuming that orange overseer = LttM and blue = 5P it's interesting thinking about that in relation to their characters like. I know the blue one has been popping up but it rarely if ever gives direction and it certainly hasn't given picture image help. And I didn't notice an Overseer once in Five Pebbles's area versus Looks to the Moon's showing up in their square room.

I think it's neat that at least if we look at the projected images of Looks to the Moon they and Five Pebbles are dressed very similarly. But also why now does he have the robes but they don't. Very Rude. Give My Girl Clothes.

And then Five Pebbles's dialogue!!! First of all I'm still enamored with his tone I looove how much of a bitch he comes off as. Then the fact that there have been multiple other slugcats(/scavengers??) that have been there before. One of them (probably the mentioned previous one?) has gotta be our sibling but for the others????

The implication that the monk has been able to communicate with any others is just ;v; because no! They are. Soso sad and lonely and if anyone guided them it's Looks to the Moon.

And then

You and your kind have the same problem as everyone else, from the microbes in the processing strata to me, who am, if you excuse me, godlike in comparison. We all want a way out.

On a smaller level the "godlike in comparison" is sooo striking to me because first of all the fact that he's bringing that up in the first place says something about them. Also if he's literally saying godlike in comparison to microorganisms it's like. Ok yeah maybe but that doesn't really feel like as much of a brag as you're making it out to be. Which is funny. Or if it's in general 'godlike in comparison to everything else' it's still funny just because he's saying it but considering what little info I have right now I can't exactly argue against him. He seems like Something.

And then the "we all want a way out"!!! Like, I want out because I want to find my sibling and get back to the rest of my family but everyone else? If he means literally physically out of this world then that's some big implications. I can't argue with the sentiment because this place has big deadly storms and it's all ruined and everything is dangerous and violent but it feels like something bigger than all that and that's a little terrifying.

Also I didn't get a screenshot of this part but if you go out and back into his chamber he yells at you to leave. If it hadn't been 500 years since I'd last saved I would've definitely sat there longer just to see what happened.

Anyway this game is incredibly cool. Once again I'm at a point wondering how far I actually am into the game because if you asked me to guess I would have NO clue (please don't tell me). And last small thing I did look at the merch store (at least what's linked on their latest steam announcement) and there's a critical lack of Looks to the Moon stuff so now I am contemplating making my own.

[peytonerickson]

Grad Show Reflection

Wow. Crazy to think we’re done grad show. Being on the Graphic Design team was a crazy, busy experience. I fell quite a bit behind my process blog with this class, but here’s all the process we did for all our responsibilities. 

So the logo was the first thing on the to do list. We discussed, after seeing everyone's mood boards, about having all the students make a letter for the logo. The class loved the idea and we got right on it. We had all the students pick a letter out of a mug and design it in any way they liked. 

After we got all the letters back, we realized that some people created them in different mediums (Jaiden drew hers, Alyssa made a sticker, and Katie was much more digital). So, after seeing these few letters, we felt inspired to make all the letters into different mediums showcasing the “variety” of our program and the different classes we take. Some issues we came across when making the logo were the random bright white spots (the outline of the sticker and the K’s ripped paper background) and felt that they stood out too much against the other letters. Another issue we encountered was the flow of the letters and how they should work together. Luckily (not sure how it happened) but the letter R and I perfectly had that movement that we needed, so once we saw that I feel like the rest just came to us. Took a while to take all the letters and make a nice, cohesive logo out of them but I’m really happy with how the final logo turned out.

Next up was posters. So with the posters, we also had to figure out what colours we wanted to use, the context on the posters, and of course the layout. This took much longer than it should’ve in my opinion. There was a lot of back and forth when it came to ideas, and when I thought we were close to finished more new ideas came to. Unfortunately, I had to leave for a week but when I was gone it seemed my team did good and we settled on colours (thanks to Jorden) and with that finished the style guide (thanks to Chelsea). Once we figured out the colours and sent them to other teams, social media and web got to work on their content using our colours (yellow, red, black) and fonts (agenda). 

I think we figured out pretty early in the game that the poster would just consist of the letters all the classmates made, slowly spelling out “Variety Pack”. It was tougher than I thought with how the letters should align and move with each other on the poster. After sharing a few concepts and poster layout ideas, the class gave great feedback and we kept moving!

Final poster to the right! I thought it was so cool seeing how our posters kept changing (but for the good)! I was really happy with how our final poster turned out. The letters were placed randomly, but there was still the sense of the grid with aligning the additional context with certain letters and spacing. It was also kinda weird seeing how our colours kept changing. For some reason the codes kept getting funny on us and the printers kept changing the colour, but it all worked out! 

Invitations! After a bit of research and just discussing ideas we came up with one right away. These we kept pretty simple, but I’m really happy with how they turned out. Chelsea thought of using the R and E for reception and exhibition which I love! The front side was our logo printed out on a sticker placed on top of the rip to give that idea of the sticker holding the paper together. We also decided to write “You’re Invited” with marker and once we did that, we kinda kept that theme going in a few others things from then on. The digital version was the same, but we just included the Variety Pack sticker look on the same side as the info. 

More posters! These posters we hung up in the three window displays by the gallery. When we were doing a walk around a couple weeks before the show, Jorden, Chelsea and myself felt that we needed to use these windows somehow. We thought it would be nice that when you first walk into the cultural center and see posters that explain and showcase our show would be nice.

We definitely new about the map poster and our show poster, but we didn’t know what to do for our third poster. We thought back to our handwritten feature we have around the show and decided to do something with that. Initially it was going to be “Thank You for coming to our show”, but we ultimately decided on “Welcome to Our Grad Show”. The map Jorden and I worked on together, and the Welcome poster I wrote but Chelsea designed. I was very happy with how these posters turned out :)

Next up, guides. These were by far the biggest headache makers. We were cutting it close on time so the three of us got these done up and finished in just a couple days. Our initial design had type go across the spread with all the graduates a little over the center. Unfortunately, however, when it came to printing there were a few issues. None of the pages aligned and the headshots for some reason came out looking really “greasy” and not good honestly. We were not happy with this, and given how close it was already to the show we decided to redesign it without spreads and just do the information on pages. 

The new and revised version printed out much nicer. Also, on top of things we decided to hand stich the books together. I personally struggled a bit with this but really enjoyed learning the process of it! I also loved the aesthetic it gave to our guides. It connected it more to us rather than just having some store do everything for us. 

Just a few days before the show as well, we hung up our exhibition statement and a giant “sticker” in the main entrance of our show. So the first thing people see when they walk in is our logo and can read about our show. (also shoutout to Chelsea for writing a killer statement). 

Aside from all this, we also made stickers for all the letters, trading cards for all the students and social media posts. I don’t have any photos on me right now like I thought I did so I will post some tomorrow morning! 

I should’ve been on my process more, but things just got away from me - which is no excuse, sorry. Overall, I am super proud of my Graphic Design team. We did A LOT. I never felt so much stress before but it was well worth it. Our show turned out so good and so us as a class. There's a few things I would do differently now knowing everything, but wouldn’t change anything about the show.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 328: Pandora’s Box of Discourse

Previously on BnHA: DEKU TOOK A BATH.

Today on BnHA: 

Also Naomasa grew a beard. Goddamn. 

please let this be a cool chapter that plays nice with my ADHD lol

(ETA: lol I feel guilty because a lot of people hated this chapter, but I’m just happy there was a lot of stuff to make fun of, and also that I have another week to work on my backlog of meta posts since the kids were MIA.)

around one month ago?? ah, okay, so we’re gonna find out what was in that Tartarus security file huh

I love that they just randomly set the place on fire

was it necessary to do this in order to escape? no. was it a good idea to set the island they were occupying on fire while they were in the midst of still occupying it? uh. was it cinematic as fuck? fuck yeah

wow it’s a pervert!!

that’s so great that the villains set loose this fine fellow who I’m sure is definitely not a serial rapist. truly the LoV is so noble and misunderstood. they’re just trying to free society from its chains people

oh my god??!

SHANKED!!! oh my god I cheered for Stain before I realized what I was doing. time to have an identity crisis I guess

so he’s all “hey what’s going on.” which, while a respectable question, is something I personally would have waited to ask until I had put a bit of distance between myself and the fiery murder island. but that’s just my personal preference

Stain you really are tenacious I’ll give you that

“what’s the point of escaping prison if you’re not gonna be smart about it” well shit. anyways yeah you’re dead right, society is in the process of collapsing and the outside world is in total chaos, good call there

oh shit

I mean it’s not like we really expecting anything otherwise, but still. fucking brutal. I feel like these guys’ fates were decided the minute that one guy called AFO “scum” back in chapter 94. AFO is unmatched at getting long-term revenge

??

ahh, was it the security footage??

fdsdfk he’s still alive??

and he’s immediately launching into an inappropriately theatrical monologue even as the darkness closes in on him fdlfksjdlk. you know, was it ever confirmed that the other guy back in chapter 297 was Seiji’s dad? I’m just saying

very impressed that he’s still coherent enough to weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to gamble on giving this info to Stain, who at the very least has his own moral code and isn’t allied with AFO. it was definitely still a risk, but as we now know it was also the right call

what a weird alliance. so Stain tells him that he’ll give it to a just person, and the guy is all,

okay for real though I’m gonna need someone to run a DNA test on this guy. maybe it was some kind of cuckold situation?? the other guy had the family resemblance, but this guy absolutely 100% raised Shishikura Seiji and you are not going to convince me otherwise

anyway, so Stain is all,

PRISON GUARD: “???? ??????? what the hell. what the fuck does that fucking mean. I’m dying here, jesus christ, whatever man fuck you”

(ETA: I kind of feel like this might have been Stain’s last appearance in the manga, given all the fanfare. there’s not really much else he can do for the story at this point, and he seems to have gotten all the character development Horikoshi was planning on giving him. so if this really is it, hasta la vista and good riddance I guess.)

DWLFDKSLDK MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE

(ETA: I feel like this is meant to be evocative of that Sermon on the Mount painting, but in a really fucked up way lol.)

if it were me stumbling upon this scene I would just shake my head and walk right back into the flaming building. not getting involved in that mess. sorry not sorry. I’ll take my chances with the fire, especially given that it’s half-assed neutered BnHA fire lol

blah blah blah and so he decided to pass the info on to All Might -- HOT DAMN, HOLY SHIT

NAOMASA HOLY SHIT. THE APOCALYPSE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU, BOY

“I really like that facial scruff thing Aizawa’s got going on, I think I’m gonna get in on that” yes sir. “also thinking of ditching the tie in favor of the bulletproof vest look. also thinking of getting totally fucking jacked.” good lord. except I’m pretty sure that’s just body armor, but also I don’t care. anyway I should probably stop staring and actually read the fucking speech bubbles here lol

“All Might first handed this information over to Nao, and then went to see Deku, and then came back to Nao” thanks for that tidy little summary Horikoshi. we are capable of piecing events together in sequential order, I just want you to know that. but thank you

“so has Deku finally gotten a bath? also, sucks that Stain saved the day, but what are you gonna do” Nao I missed you so fucking much and didn’t even realize. how am I just now realizing that you are the perfect man

for a second I was gonna ask why Tartarus’s security systems would be cut off from the outside world, and then I remembered that’s a basic security control, and then I actually got impressed by how sensible that is. like, it’s been a while since I could genuinely say that the good guys (excluding class 1-A) did something smart. not that it helped them much in the end, but still

anyway so they’re talking about how AFO was able to coordinate the attack by communicating between his horcrux self on the outside and his ugly peanut-faced self on the inside

huh

okay you have my attention. I am taking notes here lol please continue

ah okay so he says that prior to Jakku, the transfer of information between him and his Vestige self was only one-way. but post-Jakku when Deku was in the hospital, he was able to tell what was happening inside the OFA Radical Lisa Frank Dead People Book Club Realm when he touched him. I feel like we established that before, actually. but he didn’t talk about how it actually felt, though

boy we already know this lol. yes AFO can talk with his horcrux self. and he can also communicate with his little bro in OFA too, let’s talk about that sometime why don’t we. what exactly does that imply, based on the rules we’ve established here

my god I cannot get over Naomasa and his fucking facial hair

no wonder All Might was in such a hurry to leave Deku and get back here

like I have no idea what this radio waves nonsense is but my god, people

that jawline. also so it’s a quirk, I see. except last I checked Deku didn’t have a radio waves quirk, so that doesn’t really explain his connection to AFO. but whatever, hopefully we’re at least getting closer to some kind of reveal here

(ETA: since I sometimes forget that other people’s lives don’t revolve around my theory posts, here are the two relevant links if you by chance want to know my thoughts about this.

Hagakure is still The U.A. Traitor™ regardless of whether Deku is passing information on to AFO through his psychic link, which he almost certainly is.

speaking of said psychic link, Deku is a horcrux.

just posting these now, because whenever trippy OFA stuff happens I tend to get an influx of theory asks. so hopefully this will be a bit of a time saver lol.)

-- wait, what

THAT’S what the recording was??!? holy SHIT. I genuinely was not expecting that. y’all wiretapped his fucking telepathy. fucking quirks, man. wild

AND THEY USED THAT POWER TO DETERMINE WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW, HUZZAH. GOOD SHOW

-- oh shit wait lol, except I forgot we’re not talking about 38 days from the present, we’re talking about 38 days from the date the conversation was recorded. heh. um

yeah that’s the face I would make too if All Fucking Might just casually told me we had eight days left until the end times

oh, pardon me. three fucking days

r.i.p. anyone who thought we were going to have another band arc sob. I sure hope Deku is enjoying that nap

(ETA: I realize people were hoping for a longer rest period here, but given that the man warned us all the way back in chapter 306 that we were entering the final act, you can’t really blame him too much when that turns out to be true. anyway but I do recognize that we’ve reached the point in the story where this kind of discourse is going to become a weekly occurrence, simply because there’s no possible way for Horikoshi’s actual endgame to line up perfectly with the variable headcanons of millions of fans, all of whom have wildly differing and in many cases contradictory expectations which can’t possibly all be fulfilled. anyway, so I’m already bracing myself for that lol. this coming year is going to be a wild ride.)

damn, U.A. out here looking like the motherfucking United Nations

-- is this U.A.?? I actually just realized, U.A. is four interconnected buildings, not two. wait holy shit is this Shiketsu?

wait holy SHIT

based on the overwhelmingly powerful vibes of bureaucratic incompetence, I’m thinking this really is the (future) U.N., or whatever organization it is that deals with international hero stuff

“just let them handle it themselves I’m sure they’ll be fine” yeah okay, thanks guys. appreciate it

wait oh shit did he say that it’s not just Japan?

soooo, what you’re telling me is that AFO is this close to bringing about the end of not just Japan, but the entire world, and you guys don’t think it’s a good idea to help the Japanese heroes stop him? so, genuine follow-up question: are you guys already planning your rich people exodus into space a la Wall-E, and that’s why you don’t give a fuck?? like, what??

omg international heroes

these guys are from World Hoodie Mission, right? is this Horikoshi’s way of reminding me to buy tickets

(ETA: and it worked too lol.)

WHO??? WHAT???

don’t tell me you’re introducing yet another badass new female character for me to fall in love with only to watch as you dismember them and/or blow them up, Horikoshi. I’m getting tired of playing this game my dude. don’t lie and tell me this time will be different. we’re not doing this again goddammit

noooooooooooooooooooo

god fucking dammit lmao. [sighs and rips the previous paragraph into shreds]

on behalf of Americans I apologize for our superheroes always being Like This

I also apologize because I love her already and I’m gonna be shameless about it. so fucking shameless you guys

is her fucking hair red white and blue. it is, isn’t it

this is the volume cliffhanger, 100% lol. it will take every ounce of Horikoshi’s willpower not to put her on the volume cover. he’ll have to settle for the spine or the inner cover this time because Deku VS his class 1-a superpals takes precedence. but it will be a close thing let me tell you

tbh it’s that smile that does it for me. she’s definitely All Might’s protege. get out there and show them how it’s done girl. and maybe call Salaam and BRD and see if you can’t convince them to play hooky from their governments as well. why not. world’s ending in three days you guys. “sorry, I’m busy this weekend” ain’t gonna cut it lol

so while I am not fully caught up with Vigilantes, I have read far enough to know that there’s an American hero named Captain Celebrity whose superpower from what I recall is being a humongous douchebag. and while I haven’t read far enough to know what happens to this guy, I can’t say I’m very disappointed to learn that he’s no longer the number one hero in the U.S. (actually, didn’t they kick him out and that’s why he moved to Japan to begin with?). anyway, so my thanks to Horikoshi for having a marginally higher opinion of Americans than Furuhashi, even though we have definitely not done anything to warrant said opinion lately, and you may have inadvertently opened the door to a pandora’s box of discourse lmao

(ETA: lol I went into the tags and they don’t disappoint. “why is she dressed like a flag” because she’s an homage to Captain America and Major Victory and literally every other character on this list. again, I apologize for fictional American superheroes being Like This. “oh boy another thicc waifu to make the fanboys happy” look, tumblr fandom never seems to have a problem thirsting over Dabi or Tomura or Aizawa or Nao, lol, I’m just saying. “where is Captain Celebrity” idk, probably murdered by the exploding bee cartel, let’s just be grateful for our good fortune and try not to Beetlejuice the man.)

anyway, so let’s see if Horikoshi’s recent character development with regards to making Mineta not terrible anymore will apply to other aspects of his writing as well. I know I was making light of discourse just now, but I do think the complaints about him introducing yet another new character at the 11th hour to be cannon fodder in the final battle are absolutely valid. and again, it wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t keep maiming/killing off his female characters one by one instead of developing them and letting them kick ass long-term. but that said, I will never complain about Horikoshi adding another female character to the series, regardless of how clumsy the attempt may be. go ahead and pander away, just give us more girl power lol

anyway so we’ll see how it goes, but I think I’m gonna be optimistic and let myself hope once again, even though I’m probably gonna regret it lol. it is what it is. she is standing on an airplane just chilling for fuck’s sake. I’m only human. anyway fingers crossed

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

[hurryupmerlin]

Wow, rude much. I have no interest to quarrel with you, I just thought you didn’t know there was a torturing Jedi before and wanted to give you a heads-up so you could read up on the lore you seemed to be missing. I couldn't smell that you were deliberately ignoring some source materials and would get angry if someone pointed parts from them out to you.

So, sorry I offended you – apparently? But your overreaction is totally out of place. Why are you so angry just because I showed you some harmless receipts? It’s not like I made these infos up to antagonize you. What would I be gaining from that? The books were there first. Later on, they decided to retcon them and make some content contradicting the old canon. But in regards of the Jedi I don’t find them contradicting much. The books simply give a deeper insight to some Jedi than the movies and shows. After all, Jedi are individual beings, each with a unique story.

Are you rly saying you hate the books just because they don’t paint the Jedi overall as perfect code-following angels, but as complex people instead? What kinda argument is this? Have you not seen the movies as well? Basically every Star Wars movie (and most shows) is about the struggle many Jedi are in and how literally no main character ever really, always follows the unrealistic Jedi codex, because it clashes with their personal needs and the world they live in too much.

May I add: They took a bunch of space monks and made them generals - the start of the war was a mess because of it, they lost so many troopers because of horrible decisions made by all the unexperienced Jedi. And wtf, who can blame them? They were’s space monks, not military. It was incredibly hard for them. Many of them were scared and overwhelmed – which civilian wouldn’t be? The entire idea was nuts right from the start, Palps knew that and had fun with it. It’s canon that the Jedi are aware they keep losing so many battles because of their codex. But they eventually learned and adapted (usually by chosing to override their codex to be able to test new strategies, they even discuss that on-screen in TCW (season 4 I think?)).

Etain, the young Jedi who tortured that guy in the RepComm book wasn’t remorseful either btw. She analysed the situation they were in and made a hard decision, then systematically went through with it (for hours on end) for the greater good. We only know about her thinking “I’d rather not” because of her inner monologue – but well, you don’t have that on a TV show.

No, I did not say that the “Jedi (!) all agree”. I said “everyone involved”, which were different people from different backgrounds: Mandos, troopers and a human Jedi. All of them had the same moral compass: They knew torturing people wasn’t cool, that’s a no-brainer. But they also knew they were in the middle of a war.

Forcing characters to make decisions outside their comfort zone is what makes them interesting, three-dimensional, relatable and realistic. Everyone needs to be allowed to make tough decisions, to struggle, to suffer, to make mistakes - and to learn from their experiences and grow in the process.

And please remember: You don’t have to morally “be on their side” right from the start to find a fictional character interesting and their story worth telling.

It’s okay that your interpretation of Jedi is that they’re universally one-dimensional good people who always follow the rules and never step out of line.

But don’t be rude and yell at other fans who don’t share your very specific mindset, because they don’t ignore important parts of the source material (movies, shows, books). Some fans just want to help by giving valid information. Yes, Jedi are supposed to be picture perfect. But all of SW media tells us: they usually aren’t. They want to, but cannot truly be faultless – because they’re not Gods, they are feeling people.

Your insult-loaded reaction was infantile. I’m done with this. I’d say we just agree to disagree and never interact ever again.

No because I genuinely need to come back to this-

“Let’s just say I didn’t follow ‘standard Jedi protocol.’”

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?

In my mind this can only mean one of two things and neither of them are good.

—————

1. Ahsoka tortured Morgan to get answers.

Are we seriously supposed to be on her fucking side if she did that?

Is that what we’re supposed to do?

Because the show pretty clearly framed it as a “cool” “badass” thing- “look at Ahsoka, she’s so much better than all those other Jedi that follow rules——she’s Not Like Other Jedi™️” -but like am I seriously supposed to root for someone that fucking tortures people?

—————

Or 2. Ahsoka fucked with Morgan’s head like Maul did to Jesse in TCW

Which, again-

Are we seriously supposed to be on her fucking side if she did that?

Ahsoka saw how badly that fucked Jesse up and she just…went and did it to someone else?

No remorse? No hesitation? No- “I had to do it for the greater good/to save people, but it was emotionally hard for me” ?

Just a fucking snarky remark implying that she’s better than everyone else for doing this?

Are you fucking serious???

—————

Either way, I’m already against Ahsoka and whatever the fuck bullshit she’s trying to pull——she’s not acting at all like a good person, and she’s certainly not acting like a fucking Jedi.

I don’t care how many times the characters in this show call her a Jedi, she fucking isn’t one because a Jedi would never torture someone to get answers out of them.

She’s acting like Anakin, and given my opinions on him, I’m sure y’all can guess whether or not that’s a good thing.

Hint, hint: it’s not

[letsgofoletsgo]

My Part of a trade for @jeffbytes

“Well, this is it.”

The two Companions approached the flat, which was boarded up and sealed, making it appear abandoned. As Clemintine and Jeff had been talking over the last couple months, he had expressed interest in seeing what her place looked like. She eventually obliged, though it wasn’t anything impressive from the outside.

“Here, there’s a gap in the door that you can go through, just take it slow.”

She pointed to a small opening, proceeding to slide in sideways. Jeff sidled through the jammed door, careful not to chip his metal on wayward cracks or pebbles. He nearly tripped as he entered the flat, grabbing part of the wall to avoid falling.

“Sorry about the door, it's kind of necessary when you’ve got sentinels breathing down your neck.” Clementine chuckled.

“‘S alright, with the state of things outside you’re hardly to blame.” He reassured.

Steadying himself, he looked into the flat, LED eyes going wide. As the room opened into a small kitchen, various potted plants were placed in every which way. Posters, drawings, and diagrams were strewn about the walls, scratches and scribbles detailing all sorts of info.

“I haven’t really gotten the chance to clean up, I don’t get guests too often.” She joked.

“No no, I think it looks really nice!” Jeff piped.

In fact, he found it magical. Everything in Midtown was harshly lit with blaring neon, the rigid stone foundations highlighting their imprisonment. But in here, it felt like a breath of fresh air- or at least, to the extent that Companions could experience. The bustling noise of the streets were absent, replaced with the subtle rustle of leaves or hum of machinery.

“Heh, thanks.” Clem said as she entered a further doorway.

As they entered the living room, Jeff further marveled at the glowing display. Various crystalline lamps give off calming, cool hues, dancing around the central greenish light provided by the towering window. There were many pillows lying about, many stitched and worn from years of use. Even through the chrome of his frame, he could feel the subtle warmth emulating from the space.

“Wow, this looks like it could be the coziest place in Midtown!” Jeff exclaimed.

“I like to think so. It's certainly a nice place to clear your mind at the end of the day.”

Jeff continued to look around, when he focused on a particular set of gems sitting on one of the shelves. They were columns with pointed ends, all of them blue with silver speckles.

“Ooo, these are gorgeous. Where did you get them?”

“Oh, those? I found em in some shop a couple years back.They weren’t cheap. butI couldn’t pass up on gems as pretty as these.”

“I can see why.” Jeff’s eye’s practically sparkled as he admired the multicolored stones.

Clem smiled, watching him eye the stones with childlike wonder. She then lowered herself onto one of the pillows propped against the corner, giving something of a digitized sigh as she felt her machinery slow a bit.

“Hey, wanna sit down?”

Jeff turned around to Clemintine patting a pillow next to her. Upon processing, he hesitated for just a moment, trying to kick the lag before he short circuited. She was his friend, obviously they’ve spent plenty of time around each other, but the idea of being that close to her, it made his servos heat up.

“Er, sure.”

He treaded to the corner, hands fidgeting in the pockets of his hoodie. Sinking down next to her, his screen flickered as he sheepishly grinned.

“It’s not much, but it's home.” Clem said, wist in her expression as she looked upon the room.

“Well, I think it's lovely.” Jeff’s screen shone with shy scenserity.

Clem shrugged. “Thanks. I guess I’m just glad they haven’t found me yet.”

He nodded, still struggling to make eye contact. Clem took note of the atmosphere hanging above them.

“Let’s talk about something happy.” She shifted, sitting up to lean against her hands. “Tell me, you find anything else interesting about humans?”

Jeff’s face lit up, to the point where it reflected on Clem’s screen. “Oh! Yes, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I found some more books about British cities!”

“Oh yeah?”

“I found this one book that I think was some sort of tourist guide, and from what I could make out, it listed different things to do in each place. Of the ones I read, this one city called Liverpool stuck out to me.”

“Liverpool? Weren’t livers organs that humans had?”

“Well, yes; I admit they had some odd naming conventions, but the town was still very interesting. It said that it was known for its architecture, and had many famous buildings.” Jeff’s expression focused just slightly, digging through his RAM. “For example, there was the Museum of Liverpool, which was one of the most historic museums of the time. There’s also the Royal Liver Building, which was the biggest business building in the city; it was even known for some other things, like Sefton Park! It was 20 acres, and was said to look more natural than man made! It makes you wonder how they did it.”

Clementine felt at peace as she listened to him ramble. She had never known a bot be so interested in humans, let alone so passionate about them, and she found it intriguing to listen to. Even more so perhaps, just listening to him talk about something he loved, the way he got in the zone about it, it was entracing.

As Jeff was still going on about Liverpool, Clem suddenly leaned downwards, placing her head on his tummy. This stopped him mid-sentence, all his functions overridden by the act.

“Y’know, I’m surprised no other companion has thought to make their bodies more cushy. It's really nice.” She said as she propped herself closer to him.

“W-Well, I suppose so,” Jeff stammered, practically hearing himself short-circuit. One thing he remembered learning from humans was that they were able to ‘blush’, where their faces turned red out of strong embarrassment. He figured that if he were human, he’d be blushing pretty strongly right about now. “Just, uh, makes me feel more comfy in my steel.”

“I can see why.” she giggled.

As he managed to get his circuits under control, his eyes fell along Clem’s metallic frame. It just felt so natural, the way her body curled against his. He began to relax, a tender feeling overcoming his core. Everything else faded away in his memory, Midtown, from the Complex. In this moment, it was only them. He closed his eyes, taking the peace as his hand found itself just inches away from Clem’s side.

“You know… I’m really glad I met you, Jeff. You’re my eye of the storm.” Clem said quietly.

“Hey, it's the least I can do,” he chuckled.

As his eyes opened, he focused on the loft adjacent to them, the cool green and blue tones contrasted by the orangy-yellow glow emanating from the draped curtains. He attempted to make out other features atop the ledge, but even his cybernetic vision left him unable to do so.

“Hey, Clem?” He asked, causing her to turn her head to him just slightly. “What’s on that loft up there?”

All she gave was a soft giggle. “You’ll see one day.”

[michelemoutons]

and at last, the post that maybe three people maximum have been waiting for...

em's comfort retro rally videos: a masterlist!

in a much-needed return to this blog's roots, and as an antidote to all motorsport- and life-related chaos, i now present to you: the first edition of em's favorite retro rally videos!

general disclaimer/info: these videos mainly come from the group B era of the world rally championship (wrc), which generally speaking was in the '80s. i am only human, so expect a lot of bias toward my personal favorites...which will become very apparent as you read this list hehe. also i'm not even gonna pretend to be an expert on this or anything. a lot of these are literally just based on Vibes

table of contents

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

mainly coverage for television, recorded on VHS and uploaded to YouTube by some truly incredible people

ii. honorable mentions

not rally coverage, but retro rally videos nevertheless

often documentaries, mini-doc features, interviews

for all videos, i have indicated the language (most are in english fyi); if any links fail or videos disappear, send me an ask or DM and i'll remove the culprit/find an alternative link.

and now, onward!

(TW for occasional flash photography in many of the night sequences of the videos, as well as a gif included in this post)

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

in which my bias toward audi sport, mouton/pons, mikkola, toivonen, and vatanen are put on blast for all to see 🥴 i am not an expert in anything i am just very good at research and a whore for aud—[SNIPED]. for the sake of brevity, i narrowed my favorites down to 5. maybe another time i will share all the rest!

also, a general note about the commentary: sometimes, the commentary around michèle and fabrizia can get... weird. keep in mind, they were the most prominent female team partnership around that time, and the first to nearly clinch a wrc wdc, and to modern ears, the commentators really didn't know how to act around them. personally, it wasn't horrible for me, i just ignored the weirder bits, but i understand if others might find it off-putting. also for the sake of your sanity don't read the comments.

5. Rally of the 1000 Lakes, 1984 | finland

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/alén/toivonen (full final results)

comments: this was definitely a rally for most of audi sport's drivers to forget: bar stig blomqvist, who came quite close to the podium finishers with a 4:14:01 to henri toivonen's 4:12:57! both hannu mikkola and michèle mouton had to retire from the race, which may lead you to wonder: why does this rank among my favorites? well, it's always fun to watch group b rally cars sailing through the air against picturesque scenery, and this video also contains an intriguing (at least for me!) look at the scrutineering process, with drivers at their most casual.

owie :( they were fine though!

4. Lombard RAC Rally, 1981 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/vatanen/blomqvist (full final results)

comments: hannu winning by 11 whole minutes even after rolling his car in the middle of the forest is actual legend behavior! anyway this was michèle's first wrc outing in britain, and even though she and fabrizia had to retire, they still did quite well, consistently running high in the leaderboards after the first few stages. and that's considering the fact that michèle had a bad cold for much of the rally and had to ask fabrizia to drive the car to service park for her at one point bc she was so tired. which fabrizia did... with a pencil in her mouth. lot of big names in one video—also, jean todt makes an appearance as a co-driver!

shamelessly poached off of one of my text post edits

3. Marlboro Safari Rally, 1983 | kenya

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/mikkola/mouton (full final results)

comments: ok can i just say how stunning the video presentation is?? the opening sequence is just!!! the shots of the wildlife! the sprinting giraffes! wow! anyway the visual of drivers in deck chairs just tickles me for no reason, and michèle please tell me what you ask for at the hairdresser's and also where you got that orange blouse (this is obviously not just specific to this rally, she always eats and leaves no crumbs). this was michèle's first entry and only finish in kenya (and of course it was a podium mwah). it was also her last wrc entry in the A1 quattro, as she switched to the A2 for the rest of her program in the '83 season. also this is one of my favorite podium pictures ever.

lksdjffnnkd there's almost too much to unpack... fabrizia somehow surviving in high waist jeans in a hot car... michèle's do-it-yourself shorts... this podium picture was the subject of a very frantic video chat conversation between myself and a friend at 2am a few months ago

2. Rallye de Portugal, 1982 | portugal

links: short recap (eng) | overall coverage 1, stuck in the middle of two other rallies. timestamps in descrip. (eng) | overall coverage 2, very vibey with cool music (ita... also peep walter röhrl speaking italian)

podium: mouton/eklund/wittmann (full final results)

comments: GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AAAA! michèle's first podium of '82 being a win? this rally being the one where there's footage of her going shopping with fabrizia afterward? (more on that later) them winning by 13 whole minutes? and that's not even considering THEE most poetic victory ceremony of all time! in fact let me talk about that bc the racing and the win aside, that's why it's so high up on my list! literally poetic cinema! it's night, they're standing on top of the car and floodlit and surrounded by cheering crowds but they may as well be the only ones there in their own little world, laughing at each other and barely even having to look to each other when they're raising their hands—like god! shut up! we get it you're besties 😭

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and now... last but certainly never least...

1. Lombard RAC Rally, 1982 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/mouton/toivonen (full final results)

comments: firstly, if you were to ask me about my dream podium, this would be it. hands down, across all series of motorsport, my comfort podium would be hannu, michèle, and henri in any order. (there's such a cute picture of them from this rally on pinterest, standing in order on a staircase. henri is not looking at the camera because he is laughing at something michèle is saying and it's such a Vibe but i cannot find it wah). the battle for second between michèle and henri ran down to literally the last stage, and their times are separated by seconds, which is just wild to me. the context of this rally deserves another post, which i honestly don’t have the energy to make rn, but just take my word for it that it threatens to destroy me if i think about it too hard! anyway this is just such an awesome rally and i’ve watched this video so many times haha

i love this rally so much that i actually had a character in a story i was writing attend the ceremony captured in this picture as a small child and made it a formative moment in her life. no, there is nothing wrong with me.

ii. honorable mentions

(is it obvious who my faves are? yikes)

'Group B - Avec Michele Mouton' (eng) - taken from a longer feature presentation about group b, a segment specifically about michèle. a friend once described its vibes as ‘a synth wave edit of an 80s anime set in a cyberpunk world about racing’

'1983 Audi Sport National Rally with Michele Mouton' (eng) - in which michèle takes journalist sue baker as a co-driver for a spin in an A1 and a rally win. fun behind-the-scenes video

'Intervista a Fabrizia Pons, la Regina delle Note' 1, 2, 3 (ita) - very thorough interview which is mostly fabrizia telling all sorts of stories, including the very entertaining story of how she found out she was going to be michèle’s co-driver. also what a badass title

'2008 Otago International Classic Rally' (eng) - THE BESTIES REUNITE THE BESTIES REUNITE!!! michèle and fabrizia reunite for a rally that fabrizia convinced michèle to join, they suffer some problems but there are plenty of wholesome bestie moments to be had

'Michele Mouton hurls Group B Audi Quattro up Goodwood hill' (eng) - i mean, self explanatory. the sound of the chirping tires? asmr could never. very short watch if you want a quick pick-me-up

'1990 Louise Aitken-Walker feature' (eng) - a video featuring a female rally driver from scotland and her point-scoring run at the rallye monte -carlo. i am convinced that louise was john finnemore’s inspiration or at least an influence for the character of linda fairbairn. no my hat is not made of tin foil what are you talking about

hannu rocketing around michigan back in 2017 (eng)

hannu flying around goodwood in 2015 (eng)

sometimes i listen to fabrizia's recent onboards (yes, she's still at it!) and this one is one of my favorites, from 2016 (ita)