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deadmomjokes · 6 months ago

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Do you have any adventures of bean to share before you sign off for a bit? good luck with the move!

I wish I had more specific ones, but life is all blurring together at this point so I must settle for Tidbits: Moving Edition

She loves to pack stuff. I have no idea where it's coming from, but holy cow this kid. She's going to be the only reason we're completely packed and ready to go on time. Every morning, she hops in my bed and goes "Can we pack another box?" And any time we're not actively doing something, "Should we pack more boxes?" Her dad whispered to me earlier, understandably dumbfounded, "What is with the packing thing? Why is she so into this?" And she somehow heard it from the next room and merrily hopped in holding the roll of packing tape and said "I dunno, I just really like packing things." So... yeah. She's keeping us on task.

She has Plans for the drive. -First, we need to eat at Subway (she was very excited to learn she can, in fact, have Subway in moderation). -Second, we need to stay at one of the number hotels-- those being National 9, Super 8, and Motel 6. (She is bummed there's no 7 hotel.) -Third, if we successfully get a number hotel for one night, we also need to do a Red Roof Inn some other night. -Fourth, she wants to go inside a gas station and look at the maps. (She means the visitors guides and brochures that truck stops have when they're near-ish to state lines and/or tourist destinations.) -Finally, she wants to borrow my phone to take pictures. Unbeknownst to her, we are getting an old digital camera tuned up and outfitted with a child-proof case so she can have her own camera, because when she starts taking pictures it's an hours-long affair, and I kinda need my phone for GPS purposes. We're presenting her with said camera next weekend when we get the trailer, so hopefully she'll stay occupied while we do the part of packing she can't actually help with. But yeah, she knows how to set realistic, attainable goals, and I honestly think we can make these things happen for her.

She's been obsessively watching that Bluey special every day, and it Concerns me. See, she's generally quite media literate, and knows how to separate fiction from reality, and we had our big group cry about leaving our friends the first time we watched it. But. I am deeply worried that she's under the impression that we'll get all packed and ready to go and then do what Bluey's family did and decide to stay. I desperately hope not, but hoo boy, if that is the case, that's gonna be one heck of a 4-day drive. We've tried bringing it up and talking about it, but we still can't tell what's going on in that little noggin.

She is really, really sad about leaving her friends. I know that's not fun to hear, but honestly, I'm really impressed and proud of the way she's been handling it. She's come up with some great coping mechanisms all on her own: asking if we can get everyone's parents' Facebooks so we can do video calls, asking if we can do a party before she leaves so she can play with her school friends again (both yes, of course), and the one that truly floored me-- she asked if we can find "a new therapy place" when we get to where we're going. My four year old asked if she can go back to therapy, y'all. She's been 'graduated' since before Christmas, but she remembered that it helped when she was feeling anxious all the time and wants to do that again after we move. I just... Holy moly! I am so, SO proud of her for how she's so in tune with herself and her needs.

Her requests for our next housing situation have been few, but very specific. It has to let her get a pet, either a rabbit (maybe two so they can be friends), or a ball python, or both. It needs stairs so she can bumslide down them. It needs a pantry with a shelf she can reach for her snacks. And she'd really prefer if it had hard floors so we can get a fuzzy rug. We don't have it on lock yet (fingers crossed!), but the place that looks most likely meets all of these criteria.

That's all I've got for right now, because I need to go pre-plan what tomorrow morning's packing adventure is going to be so I don't have to think about it two minutes after opening my eyes.

#adventures of bean #moving adventures 2024

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edith-hyde · 3 years ago

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Norman Osborn X Female Reader

I Forgot My Umbrella - Part 8

Word Count: 2857

Summary: When you come down sick, Norman can't help but worry over you. Since you live alone, who will take care of you?

Warnings: Age gap. Mentions of Vomiting. WHOLESOME FLUFF XD

A/N: A purely self-indulgent chapter. Seriously, this wasn't the original Part 8, but I came down sick a few days ago and decided to write this one instead. Now this is one of my favorite parts. And to get you hyped for Part 9- it's a DOOZY.

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Another week came and went.

Norman found himself spending his work days watching you closely. He couldn’t help it- you were starting to fascinate him. In his mind, no one could be more interesting than you. You had clearly shown an interest in being friends with him and that made him curious. Just what kind of person were you? So he started to notice every little thing about you. The things you did when you thought no one was looking.

You doodled Spider-Man, monsters, and random eyes on post-it notes and stuck them to your computer. You liked to chew on your pen when you were editing his schedule. You occasionally tapped your desk to the beat of a song only you could hear. You liked a lot of sugar and creamer in your coffee and you always somehow managed to spill some of it. On more than one occasion, when there was nothing to do and you weren’t doodling, he found you absently spinning in your chair.

You also smiled a lot and it was starting to make him smile more as well. Your happiness was infectious. It made him want to sit on your desk and talk to you about anything. Heck, it could just be a conversation about the weather and he’d be happy.

So that’s what he did every chance he got.

The corner of your desk became like a new home for him whenever he had free time. At first he tried to keep the conversations relevant to work. He’d ask you about future meetings or what you thought about some of the ongoing projects. But eventually he’d start asking you more personal questions. He’d ask about your recent drawings or your plans for the afternoon. And you would happily tell him. His short little convos with you were starting to become his favorite part of the day.

It was right after the weekend that Norman realized that he craved your attention a lot more than he thought.

He was sitting in his office, patiently waiting for you to arrive with his morning cup of coffee. Glancing at the clock, he noticed that you were a few minutes late. He fought the urge to worry and tried to think of a reason for your tardiness. He finally settled on blaming the donut shop. He had given you a charge card in his name last week so you could buy donuts for the office every morning instead of spending your own money. So it made perfect sense that you were busy with that.

But as Norman watched the seconds tick by on his watch, his worry mutated into full on concern. You had never been late. Since the day you started working you had either been early or right on time. Fear started to crawl up his spine. It felt like he had ice in his veins.

What was taking you so long?

Were you alright?

“Look at you. Anxious. Over a little girl. PATHETIC!”

Norman shivered and gripped his head in his hands. It had been over a week since he had heard the voice. Why is it coming back now?!

“I was never gone, Norman. You’re not FIXED.”

“No… no!” Norman groaned, “Leave me alone! I’m cured! You’re… You’re not here!”

“There is no cure for madness, Norman. Face it. I’ll always be here. And soon, when you’re ready, you’ll let me have my way with that girl-”

The phone began ringing and Norman jumped. He scrambled for it as the echoing sound of the Goblin’s laughter filled his head. He barely managed to compose himself before picking up the receiver.

“He-hello?”

He hated how his voice shook.

“Boss?”

Norman’s heart nearly stopped as he heard your voice. Something was wrong. Your voice was raw and strained. It sounded as if you were in a great deal of pain and had even been crying.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

Norman straightened in his chair as he listened intently. He heard some rustling on the other end as you moved something. He could hear your labored breathing and he gripped the phone tight enough for his knuckles to turn white.

“I’m sorry, Boss,” you rasped, “I won’t be able to come in today.”

Norman couldn’t hide the panic in his voice.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I think I ate something bad yesterday. I’ve been sick all night.”

“Do you need a ride to the hospital?” Norman asked quickly.

“No… I don’t think so. I should be fine in a day or two… once I’m done throwing up… ugh… sorry… that’s TMI…I gotta go, Sir. I promise, I’ll try to be back in as soon as I can.”

Norman heard the click of the phone as you hung up. As soon as you did, he bolted up from his chair, his mind in a whirlwind. This response… he hadn’t expected it. He felt afraid and panicked. No… Afraid was too tame a word. Terrified, more like. The thought of you being in pain caused an ache in his chest. He needed to make sure that you were okay. He couldn’t handle the idea of you suffering all by yourself.

Norman instantly sat back down, wiping his hands over his face.

“Get a grip. She’ll be fine.”

He tried to start his work day. He tried to focus. But all he could think about was how you didn’t have anyone to take care of you. You lived alone and most of your friends were busy. At a time like this, you shouldn’t have to take care of yourself.

What if…

What if you were so sick that you couldn’t take care of yourself?

Norman eyed the phone, his stomach twisting with worry. If you didn’t have anyone… then he would have to step in. Maybe he should send someone to check on you?

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You were curled up in a ball on your bathroom floor, praying as hard as you could. The twisting pain in your abdomen was bad enough but you also had the sensation of rocks scrapping your throat. You really needed a drink but the kitchen was so far away and walking made you dizzy. Overall, you were miserable. You had thrown up all night and just when you thought you couldn’t throw up anymore, your stomach provided more bile. You had spent the entire night on the cold tile of your bathroom. You knew if you could just relax you could get some sleep… maybe.

It was at times like these you wished you had a roommate.

Just anybody to hold your hair or rub your back.

With a groan, you moved into a sitting position and leaned against the wall. You ached deep down in your bones and there was a pounding in your head. You kept sliding in and out of a tired delirium; unsure of what was real or a dream. So when you first heard the knocking, you thought it was just in your head. But it came again, louder and more frantic. You scowled as you realized it was coming from your front door.

Who the heck could that be?

You waited a moment and there came another set of knocks, louder this time. And somehow it was even more panicked. With a roll of your eyes and every ounce of strength you could muster, you started crawling to the front room. You reached the door and used the knob to pull yourself into a standing position. You felt another knock and, without even looking through the peephole, you jerked the door open. You planned to glare at whoever it was because they made you get up, but you were shocked into silence upon seeing who it was.

Norman Osborn was standing at your door.

“Nor- Doctor Osborn??”

You had to be dreaming right? Norman Osborn couldn’t be here. He was at work. You must have a fever. That was the only explanation- this was a hallucination. You were still on your bathroom floor, passed out. You had to be.

“Y/N, I am so sorry to make you get up, but I don’t exactly have a key.”

You blinked at him. He… He was really here? The man you were falling in love with, the man you supposedly had no chance with- he was standing at your door. His eyes were filled with worry and fear as he beheld you. Looking down at yourself, you instantly felt embarrassed. You were just in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. You didn’t want Norman to see you like this! You hadn’t showered yet!

You tried to hide yourself behind the door, tired eyes fixed on Norman’s face.

“Wha… what are you doing here?”

Norman stepped forward, practically pushing his way into your apartment.

“You should be laying down, come on.”

He gestured towards the couch but when you tried to take a step for it, the room spun and you went to drop. Thankfully, Norman was right beside you to balance you. He pulled your left arm around his shoulders and led you over to the couch. He darted back to the door to make sure it shut before he came right back to your side. You laid down on the couch, confusion written all over your face. Norman’s hand came to your forehead and you marveled at the worry in his ocean eyes.

“You’re burning up,” Norman whispered.

“What are you doing here?” You asked again.

Norman met your gaze and you realized just how close he was. If you weren’t so nauseous, you would’ve been noticing the butterflies. But there was no room for the fluttering creatures. All you felt was the urge to throw up and you sure weren’t about to throw up all over Norman. That would be a disaster. So you clenched your jaw, and focused on breathing.

“I’m here to take care of you,” Norman explained.

“Am I dreaming?” you muttered as you curled into the fetal position.

“Ha, no. I doubt you’d dream about me taking care of you.”

“You’d be surprised,” you sighed as you closed your eyes, “I dream about a lot of things.”

You peeked a look at Norman through your eyelashes. He wore an amused smile as he shrugged out of his coat and set it on the coffee table. As you watched him, you fought the urge to tell him how pretty he was; his blue eyes all full of worry. You wanted to reach out and ruffle his messy hair.

“Yeah I have a fever,” you laughed.

“Most likely. I should get you back to your bed.”

“Nah… you should get me to the bathroom.”

“What? To the- Oh! Right!”

Norman got to his feet and helped you off the couch. You gripped his forearm tightly as he walked you down the short hallway and into the bathroom. You dropped down before the toilet to empty out your stomach, no longer able to keep it down. You automatically reached a hand back to grab your hair but Norman beat you to it.

“I’ve got you,” Norman assured softly.

While his one hand held your hair, the other rubbed your back. You would’ve liked to really enjoy this moment, but puking your guts out kind of took priority. After you were done, Norman handed you some tissue to wipe your mouth with. Surprisingly, this last toilet full of vomit seemed to calm the twisting in your abdomen. At the very least, you didn’t feel as nauseous.

“I’m sorry,” you groaned, “I’m gross.”

“You do not apologize for this,” Norman ordered firmly.

You turned to face your boss and froze. He was crouched beside you, hand still rubbing your back. His blue eyes watched you with concern and he honestly looked like he might start crying. With a scowl, you looked him up and down. He looked so out of place in your tiny bathroom. Like a fancy book stuck in with a bunch of cheap novels.

“Are you really here?”

Norman gave a short laugh as he smirked.

“Yes, Miss L/N. I am really here. Do you need anything? Some water?”

“Yeah… but I don’t know if I can keep it down.”

“You need to stay hydrated,” Norman declared, “I’ll get you a glass.”

“There’s bottled water in the fridge!” you called as he left the room.

Now alone, you attempted to understand what was happening. Norman Osborn was not only in your apartment, he was here to take care of you. It felt so bizarre but you were unbelievably grateful. If you had been more lucid you would’ve been worrying over how dirty your apartment was. But in truth, you were quite lost in your pain and couldn’t really form coherent thoughts very well. You sat cross-legged on the floor just staring at the white tile. It wasn’t too long before Norman returned to you with a bottle of water.

“Here,” Norman offered you the bottle after he opened it, “Drink it slow.”

“Yes, sir.”

You sipped on the water and grimaced. You could still taste the bile in your throat but the cool water soothed some of the pain. With a sigh, you leaned back against the wall, eyes closed. You heard Norman shuffling and took a peek to see him sitting on your counter. You watched him for a long moment. He was looking at his hands, obviously feeling out of place.

“I still don’t think you’re here,” you mumbled, “Why would you be?”

Norman’s head came up and his expression was unreadable.

“Do you want me to leave?”

There was a deep pain in his voice and it surprised you. You opened your eyes fully, still trying to read his expression. His eyes reminded you of a kicked dog and you felt the urge to start crying just looking at him.

“NO! Please stay... I’m happy you’re here… really… happy…”

You were too sick to feel embarrassed over your words. Norman just gave a small smile and urged you to drink some more water. That smile was so gosh-darn adorable. He had no right.

“So… did you take the day off?” you asked in an attempt to move the conversation on.

Norman gave a nod. You looked away from him towards the other side of the room.

“You really didn’t have to do this… not for me.”

Norman scowled.

“I couldn’t leave you here all by yourself with no one to take care of you.”

You gave a halfhearted smile.

“And you say you’re not a good man. I’m glad we’re friends…”

You closed your eyes, letting your head lull to the side. You were exhausted. Your pain was thankfully starting to dull just enough to let your mind slip into the realm of sleep. With someone watching over you, you felt like you could finally relax.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm?”

“Would you like to lay down?”

“Yeah… that sounds nice.”

But you didn’t make a move to get up. Truthfully, you didn’t know if you had the strength. Every bone in your body ached and your back was the worst. All that vomiting just took it out of you. So you were pretty content to drift off here on the floor. You thought you had started dreaming as you heard Norman’s voice, practically whispering in your left ear.

“You don’t want to sleep here, my dear,” he said as he took the water bottle from your hand, “Come on. Can you stand?”

You slowly shook your head back and forth, eyes still closed. Norman was silent for a long moment.

“Would it be alright if I carried you then?”

“Mhmm? Yeah… that’s alright. You can hold me.”

You lazily lifted your arms and Norman chuckled.

“Alright, come on.”

Norman’s arms wrapped around you as your arms fell upon his shoulders. You were lifted from the floor, held bridal style, and only now did you realize- it wasn’t a dream. You smiled and pulled yourself closer, nestling yourself in the crook of Norman’s neck. You breathed in his scent in a way you had always wanted since the day you borrowed his shirt. Tightening your arms around him, you decided you never wanted to let go. You drifted through the air as Norman carried you to the other room.

“Y/N… you can let go now.”

You felt your bed beneath you but still refused to remove your arms from around his neck. In fact, you tighten your grip a little more.

“Y/N?”

Norman whispered your name and you smiled. You could feel the butterflies now and you loved the feeling. You didn’t want to let go because you knew the feeling would disappear the moment you did.

“Y/N.”

“Hmmm? Oh… I guess…”

You finally let go and flopped back onto your pillows with a huff.

“I’ll be in the other room if you need me,” Norman said, “Get some rest.”

You gave a tired smile, eyes still closed. Now comfortably in bed, you started to fully drift off. You felt Norman lean over you as he pulled your covers up to your shoulders. His cologne wafted over you one last time and you gave a drowsy sigh.

“Thank you, Norman.”

#norman osborn x reader #norman osborn #green goblin #spider man: no way home #i forgot my umbrella #sam raimi spider man #fanfiction #fluff #wholesome

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solshineonyou · 2 years ago

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long rant incoming

yk a main reason why I haven't watched GSI performances was because I wanted to watch all the episodes from start to finish. The thing is, I dreaded to do it.

I've had my fair share of survival shows. First one I ever watched was YG treasure box. I've also managed to watch pdx 101 (though only until ep. 5) and also road to kingdom.

It's no secret that mnet is notorious for rigging votes and editing shows to make things look bad. And I hated the idea of gsi from the start. Not only because it's mnet, but because this involves a community I'm so close to.

the kband community has been a fairly peaceful place, albeit a few bad eggs here and there, and when it comes to ANY for of interaction me and my friends go wild over it.

But what is gsi? quoting from mnet, it's a"death match of the bands"

death match??? and kbands??? in the same circle????

mnet had one job and they fucked it up.

It reminds me of the equestria girls rainbow rocks movie, what we thought was going to be a fun battle of the bands, it was basically made so that they destroy each other for the top.

I might be a bit exaggerating but when I wanted a battle of the bands type show I wanted to see lots of fun banter, interactions, and even friendly competition.

I only know what goes on through others but it's obvious it's a shit situation: some contestants showing blatant displeasure being there and the competition itself, and even heard from a live audience how the comments from the mentors were scripted (I cannot find the tweet to this again so I can't 100% confirm).

I want to compare this to a fellow popular band survival show. As a person who has been surrounded by those who watched superband, I've heard little to none bad talk about the show. Occasionally saying how a judge's comment was shit but that's about it. And I've seen clips on how they basically fostered relationships and dynamics through that show. Heck, they're still in touch on insta an such.

Whereas with gsi I've barely heard such. Occasional mentions and probably those who have known each other in the past but that's about it. (I do know that onewe didn't manage to keep in touch since most ppl now use insta but they only have phone numbers but that's a story for another time).

as a kband fan, what I want is a show where it's all fun and friendly competition. I want to see bandmen swap members for funsies and even learn from each other. I don't want to see them being pitted against each other and getting fucked up and leading to fans fighting.

so yeah, I ended up being "fuck this, let's just watch the performances and fun clips."

tl;dr fuck mnet, gsi sucks, stick to the good parts

#gsi #great seoul invasion #fuck mnet #kbands #here's to hoping for a good band show in the near future

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ebony-etchings · 3 years ago

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Who's Harlow?

Ah yes Harlow my beloved cringey oc that got retconned like 8 times due to the introduction of the time twins (by the way this is about ninjago so there's gonna be a lot of words about that)

I'm also gonna leave them under the cut because I am not kidding when I say a lot of words

Wish I had some old drawings of her to show but yknow

So. Harlow is a time elemental

Originally she was idk maybe 12? Small child basically and the whole thing going on was "What would a kid do if they could actually mess with time?" The answer is a lot of dumb stuff and unintentionally becoming something of a Problem, by causing problems bla bla bla ninja had to go deal with that, Harlow learns not to be so irresponsible etc etc

Of course with the introduction of the hands of time I figured I might as well tie in Harlow's backstory and she ended up as like... Krux's long since abandoned kid or something. Not an orphan, just living with her mum and all that and having the dormant time powers get triggered by the temporal anomaly Acronix fell out of, which then started the irresponsible time travel arc

Anyway that is... Largely irrelevant to the iteration in the drawing. So! What's the deal with her?

Still a master of time, still... Probably Krux's kid, (hence the similar fashion sense) but with the added twist of

A. She's an adult (somewhere between 19-23)

B. Now get this: Also from a parallel timeline in which the time twins successfully defeated the elemental alliance, overthrew the monarchy and instated themselves as the new rulers

Yeah.

So Harlow's living the high life with pretty much everything she could ask for, probably got a sibling or cousin or something. Still kind of childish and irresponsible and absolutely down for abusing her time powers (I think she's got rewind and pause which... I'm not entirely sure were Krux's powerset but sure, why not)

And it's all going great until in the main timeline the Iron Doom rips a hole in the space time continuum and really starts messing things up. I mean, really starts messing things up. Like kind of fracturing... Everything? And causing things, places and people from other timelines to get pulled into the main timeline

Like Harlow

So that's a thing. And since the time twins were deadset on halting technological progress where she was from, its a real culture shock for poor Harlow, who has never seen a car or a TV or a phone before. It's a bit like an off-brand edition of watching Acronix experience the wonders of the modern world.

It's also a little awkward since the news reports are talking about the time twins getting their asses kicked and- hey! That's her dad! And her uncle! What the heck?! What happened?? What's going on??

I don't think I ever properly established what happened after that point other than the vague she probably runs into Reena (see previous post) who was working at the history museum at the time and Harlow immediately becomes emotionally attached to this horrible rat bastard, which Reena is none too thrilled with.

They end up on some kind of adventure to figure out what Harlow's deal is and how to get her home or get revenge or whatever it was she was on about, involving copious amounts of time travel fuelled by the energy of the temporal anomalies (Which can be helpfully located using borgtech. This is apparently a normal feature for a phone to have)

Can't imagine the ninja were too thrilled to have thought they dealt with the whole time travel thing only to immediately get decked by some other time travelling maniac shrieking at them for incomprehensible reasons while one of the history museum janitors(???) just kind of. Watches from a safe distance.

So that was a bit of a ramble, but that tends to happen when you ask me about ocs unfortunately

Hopefully that was... Something of a vague explanation? Crash course in Harlow history? Sure was something

Cringe ocs I made when I was 13 my beloved

#asks #anonymous #ninjago oc #squeb's ocs #oc: harlow #bit of a ramble

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clemencebrothersobsession · 6 years ago

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5 Things Tag

I was tagged by @ikemenprincessnaga to do this so

5 things in my bag

1. Makeup (the lipstick I'm wearing that day, mascara, setting spray, an eyebrow pencil, a small palette with a mirror on it, highlighter and my highlighter brush) just in case I need to fix anything while I'm out

2. Money, obviously

3. One or two bags if I'm going shopping because in the UK, bags cost like 10p and I'm not paying that every time I need food

4. Bus tickets bc I hoard them for some reason

5. ID (my provisional driver's license) because when I buy alcohol or go into a bar, I always get asked for ID so I always have it on me

5 things in my room (home edition)

1. I obviously have my massive makeup collection

2. One of those panda piggy banks where you push a button and the panda takes your coins and puts it in the bottom,, one of these things

I got it at an anime convention a couple of years ago

3. My K-pop albums, I have the Love Yourself Series (BTS), one version of each album and Twice - What is Love? A version (I think,, it's the pink one)

4. A CD player/radio that I've had since like 2008 but it still works so I'm not getting rid of it

5. I can't think of something interesting so I have a globe that I've had for like,, I don't even know how long jdjdjd

5 things in my room (university flat edition

1. My textbooks

2. Notes

3. A sink but the water is really shitty and if you wanna drink it, you have to let it run for a while bc it'll be cloudy and gross

4. Above my sink is a mirror with a light on it and is also where I do my makeup every morning

5. There's a sticker with a smiley face on said light. I didn't put it there, it was there when I moved in.

5 of my favourite things

1. My phone, obviously

2. I have these shoes that my parents got me in Vegas from Sketchers and they have tiny gems at the front of them and when I wear them in the sun, they're really sparkly. They're also comfy as heck bc the soles are memory foam

3. My makeup. Makeup just brings me so much pure joy idk. I rely on it too much for confidence but I really do enjoy putting it on an testing different formulas and techniques and improving my skills, it's just so fun and interesting to me

4. I got a little BTS standee thing with one of my albums,,, I think it was LY: Tear,, I don't remember but it's cute and I love it

5. Another pair of shoes but these ones make me 5'6 and they help an little with height dysphoria, even if they destroy my feet lmao

5 things I'm currently into

1. Kpop, obviously, but music in general tbh.

2. Pandas, I just love them so much skdjdk I have a bunch of panda themed things that would take too long to list here but if you want the full list, I'd be happy to post it separately

3. Like pandas, I'm also obsessed with peanut butter,, but my family thinks this is really funny and buys me anything they see with Reese's peanut butter cups or anything to do with peanut butter.

4. For some reason, I'm really invested in the Madeline McCan case,,, idk it's just interesting imo

5. I'm also a nerd for languages and how they work and how they come to be and how languages evolves over time and all that stuff. Don't tell me that shit isn't interesting as fuck because that's a lie.

5 things on my to-do list

1. University stuff

2. Finish my writing wips,,, I have an Ikerev one that I'm working on and I might post it? That's scary tho skdjdjf

3. Find a job

4. Pass my driving test

5. Organise my makeup bc I have way too much for one person skdjd

Anyway y'all know I'm paranoid about annoying people so I'm not tagging anyone in particular if you wanna do it, just say I tagged you lmao

#tag #5 things tag

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