#I HAD BEEN SEARCHING FOR IT FOR YEARS
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mrs-han · 2 years ago
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Happy early birthday! Can you do the fake dating trope? For Jumin, definitely🥰
✨✨SISSI!!!✨✨
OUU, I LOVE THIS TROPE. I was too shy to write it cuz there are so many BRILLIANT renditions, but I’ll try!!
(I’m totally still working on your first ask, too >w<)
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“Your mother is coming to visit?
Furiously rubbing his temples, Jumin grunted an affirmation. You had never seen him in such a state; it was very… un-Jumin-like of him to show an ounce of anxiety.
“She sent this. You can read it, if you like.” Sliding a thick paper your way, you pushed your hair back and started reading.
Jumin couldn’t help but smirk at your expressions — how they went from curious, to skeptical, to horrified.
“Jumin, she… she’s terminally ill…?”
“… It seems so.”
The nonchalant tone in his voice sparked something in you. Forcing the letter down, you pressed both palms against his mahogany desk. “How could you be so uncaring? This is your mother, not some stranger from off the street, Jumin.”
Jumin stared at you. Something inexplainable in his eyes — a flash of unknown darkness — made you stand down.
“Is it so important to you that I meet with her?” Jumin asked, drumming his fingers anxiously against the letter.
“… Well…” you clasped his hand, stilling his jittery movements. “As your friend? Yes. You do for family.”
His long lashes covered the conflicting look in his eyes. “All right. I’ll do it.”
You moved to release his hand, surprised he allowed you to hold onto him for this long. But you remembered something — something you had skimmed over previously. Snatching the letter, you began to read it again.
“No, I’m not engaged to anyone from the Christopher family.”
“… Okay, how did you know I was looking for that.”
“You are incredibly easy to read,” Jumin sighed. “Your eyes speak before your mouth moves.”
“… Nu-uh,” you murmured under your breath.
Pressing his tense back against the chair, Jumin closed his eyes. “I had forgotten who that family was until today. I certainly didn’t know I was engaged to any of them.”
Your eyes grew. “Did your mother arrange it when you were little?”
“She did so many things,” Jumin replied, his voice an octave above a whisper. “I originally had plans to get out of meeting with her, but.” His intense gaze in your direction nearly made you blush.
“Oh, come on. How bad could it be, Jumin?”
“You don’t know my mother the way I do.” Long fingers began fiddling with his tie pin. “Do you remember, when we met, you expressed that I was a hard-ass, or a tough, demanding, and uncompromising person according to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary?”
“… Yeah?”
“She is 1⁄1,000,000 times worse.”
Your eyes darted.
“She is worse.” Despite the situation, Jumin couldn’t help but notice how often he was grinning.
Specifically in your direction.
“Yikes,” you whistled, resting your chin in your hand.
Silence lingered… until you slammed your hand against the desk. “I have an idea.”
Eyes glancing from the table to your hand, Jumin suppressed another laugh upon noticing you were barely holding in your discomfort. “Yes, well?”
“Stay with me, here. What if I pretended to be your fiancée? That way, your mom won’t pressure you into marrying that Christopher chick!”
Jumin’s head rose slowly, steel-gray eyes trained on you the entire time. His face was illegible… it always was. Your nerves kicked in, but you proceeded confidently.
“There’s no harm in it! I’ll dress up, drape myself over your arm, make a nice show of it, and that’ll be —”
“No.”
You deflated. “… But I wasn’t done.”
“No.” Standing quickly, Jumin stepped down from his desk and moved to fetch a hidden bottle of whiskey.
Your cheeks flushed and your heart hammered recklessly in your chest — had Jumin just rejected you? Granted, the situation was a hypothetical one, but still…
Your feet remained planted on the floor; you felt ashamed to move, wanting the tile to open up and eat you alive. You inhaled “I mean, I know I’m not heiress material, but… I was just trying to help, I guess.”
Jumin set his glass down. “Wait, that’s not what I meant at all.” Nearly tripping over his loafers, Jumin rushed to your side, gripping your chin “Listen to me. My mother is a ruthless woman. Very cruel. She will go out of her way to insult you, even if all that is left of you is a coffin in the ground. I can’t expose such a person to you.”
You took a deep, calming breath. So that’s what it was. “Jumin, I’m grown. Besides, you’ll be with me, so it’s not like I’m gonna be left alone with her!”
Fingers pressing into your cheeks a little too much, Jumin’s eyes searched yours. “Why would you do this for me?”
With puckered lips, you answered as best you could. “Cu-th yerr mah fwen.”
Releasing you, Jumin dug for his handkerchief and blotted the spit on your lip. “That’s right. We are friends, aren’t we.”
“And since I consider the RFA to be family, you’re family too! And you do for family!”
Jumin raised his brows, unenthused. “… Great. Then. I’ll have clothes sent to your apartment for you to try. Feel free to express your opinions freely to me tonight, as I’ll be picking you up for a session on tea.”
“Oh, because your family loves brewing tea, right?”
“Correct. How comfortable do you feel in stilettos?”
“… Uh…”
“No harm in trying them, then.” As Jumin tapped delivery instructions onto his keypad at a furious pace, you reached for a chocolate candy from a tiny bowl on his desk, unwrapped it, and popped it into your mouth.
You did not expect for Jumin to grab your hand with a touch more tender than the cut of beef you ate the night of the party. “Mm — Jumin!?”
He lowered his head, warm lips pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand. You were in too much shock to register that he had placed another kiss on your knuckles.
You were still in a state of shock, the chocolate dangling on your tongue as Jumin leaned in, his chest barely touching your own as he swept your hair back with deft fingers.
The same lips that that had kissed your hand were now pressed against your ear; Jumin exhaled, the very sound frightening and exciting you. “Then. I’ll see you later, my dear.”
You had no time to react; Jumin pulled away just as quickly as he had moved in, throwing his jacket on and leaving the office.
You shoved more chocolates into your mouth and prepped yourself to follow suit. If this was what it was like being engaged to Jumin, then… well… there was no harm in liking it a little.
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OKIE, imma have to break this down into parts cuz the idea I have is pretty substantial. I don’t want Tumblr to yell at me like HRRBLRR, LIMIT REACHED.
Hope you liked dis first part!! and omg I swear I will continue writing this. I suck at writing parts, but imma DO DIS.
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kordeliiius · 5 months ago
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A Cut From Every Cloth
Series of vintage photo mockups to commemorate Tarsier Studios turning 20 this year, featuring the main members of their pantheon in cultural clothing
Outfit descriptions and references below
Little Nightmares
Six - Japanese hakama, haori, and hair ornaments Mono - Swedish Dalarna suit Runaway - Embroidered Baju Melayu with headwrap
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LittleBigPlanet Vita and Tearaway Unfolded
Sunshine - 19th-century Yorkshire dress with bonnet and lace shawl Atoi - Scottish tartan kilt and flat cap Sean - Regency-era suit with cybernetic motifs Flounder - Ringmaster uniform with Russian punk rock motifs Marianne - French folk dress with gothic accessories Otis - Appalachian denim overalls with decorative trim
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The Stretchers, Statik, and Fists of Plastic
Red medic - Mexican serape wrap and sombrero Blue medic - Zoot suit with fedora and metallic accessories Dr. Ingen - Victorian pinstripe suit Hero - Hainanese bamboo dance costume
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The City of Metronome
Ten - Irish-inspired coordination with walking hat and Galway boots New - Bai and Hmong Hoa-inspired outfit with traditional headdress and Hong Kong embroidery
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demonslayedher · 1 month ago
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I finished posting the unabashedly educational Sword Fic.
It includes a detailed (but hopefully beginner-friendly) explanation of all the steps of making a Nichirin blade from a sunny mountain like Mt. Youkou, a touch of swordsmith and metalworker folk lore (including demons), meta about what must make Kimetsu no Yaiba's swordsmithing methods different from real life methods, some character exploration for Haganezuka and his polishing method, vocabulary and additional resources in the chapter notes, and hopefully, an endearing, silly POV character to learn this all through.
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#my fics#SWORDS SWORDS SWORDS#would you like a story about the years of background of this fic?#I was not very well-versed in metallurgy until recent years but my study of the Japanese language goes back to#well#longer than some of you may have been around#I always liked samurai and swords for the aesthetic but started to take more of an interest when I lived in Shimane#and on a day when I had a friend taking me around to rural sites associated with a legendary monster she was like#let's go see the sword museum while you're out here#but that museum was closed (it comes back into this story though)#so we went to a different one that no longer exists but that was my first encounter with how much work it takes to make the sword ore#fast forward years later#I am writing this blog and it becomes known as a fun place to read about Japanese culture as seen in KnY (thanks glad you enjoy)#I decide that I must tell people how hard it is to make the ore and finally visit that main museum on a trip back to Shimane#I collect material and struggle to do more research and wrap my head around it#and I write the first version of Teppi's story that focused mostly on the smelting and glazed over the forging and polishing and stuff#meanwhile I am in a job situation I have already long since wanted out of and soon I want out a lot more desperately#job searches were disheartening but then I found THE ONE I WANTED#and on that first interview when I was already like PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE#they asked if there's a Japanese cultural topic I could suddenly explain in great detail if asked#and without mentioning this blog I said I had recently written up something for fun about tatara smelting methods (and they forgot this)#fast forward again and I very happily got the job and was very nervous as I got the rundown on a very large annual nerd project#and when they announced the topics for that year I saw that tatara smelting methods in the region I knew them from was on the list#and I was like#asudyaiusdyuasdyuahduahduhsdhuPLEASE GIVE ME THAT#and i got it and when I went out there for research people were like#...why do you know all this...???????#and since I dared not mention my KnY blog I was like#...I lived in Shimane...#it seems I broke the tags because the rest of the story got cut off but hi yes you get the idea
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joshuamj · 7 hours ago
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In Time and Stars
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watching the most recent elwood lore is reminding me very much that I need to get a new binder. ive been meaning to do that for like . months. oops
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faaun · 4 months ago
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we sang in the aeroplane over the sea tgth ☆
#27% circle line with a lovely friend of mine rail tracks screeching etc etc u know the usual. im just gonna write down memories#a few weeks ago my friend read thus spoke zarathustra by the fire to the music she was dancing it was her silhouette#against the flashlight lit up gold and royal blues and tiger's silk i tried not to fall in love with her. in bordeaux we searched#for pomegranates he sent her 300 quid by the beach she cut it open with a knife her hand covered in red we each had a taste of her work#sweet red wet the sweetest grit. too barely clothed to go into the cliffside church they painted my eyes we painted hers#8 shots of gin she screamed joyfully IT'S ALIVE! at the book she said become the child i said i feel like a monster she said i was insane#i tried to believe her. fortified wine and later a red pen crossword defiled by humidity her hair in my hands two king sized beds#pushed next to each other she took her top off she told us to watch her arms raised up the musculature on her back was precise cut from#marble we saw oceans we saw the birds take cold baths the midnight sun over a wasp-infested pool our chemicals in their bodies#gold flakes dark skin gold cross shoulders against mine drawing some form of each other on the train i didn't hesitate#to say her eyes were beautiful over and over monks at the soapshop with titanium credit cards i loved you like i loved no other#he tied his hair up and walked us into the river he held a bullet between his lips i never held his hand he said what an honour#you own too much capital your mother thinks i'm a natural i realised i haven't told my mother i loved her in years she's always been mother#never mom i'll watch you watch seaweeds this is terminal akrasia i'll feel your fingers smear perfume on my lips your girlfriend grins#bite into the straw take the shot hold my hand get it all wrong draw in the sand kiss him right stab through leather shower in chlorine#you're the determinable vicissitude is all yours we won the Game AND the Battle AND the War i'm proud of you like crazy we feed each other#saffron cliffside lovers well-fallen brothers fat cats blue windows southwest sun ALife SynBio design aXAA grow us a city in silico#we've grown to the ends of glee fire-jumper ocean-eater sure-footed lists on lists hands on eyelids не устану искать тебя#...anyway ive put my face on this blog b4 but hiii again#feel free to rb btw the rants r not personal
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crowlore · 1 year ago
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man. been thinkin bout this sleeping arrangement
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do you think the twins slept in rem's bed the entire year or only after tesla
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amphibianaday · 2 years ago
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day 1181
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detentiontrack · 3 months ago
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In like 2018 when instagram introduced that question sticker where the person could ask a question on their story and people would respond to it, a girl I didn’t like posted on her story a question sticker asking if she can microwave food wrapped in aluminum foil and. Um. I didn’t know that the sticker responses WEREN’T ANONYMOUS so I said something like “yes! It is completely safe and encouraged to microwave aluminum foil! In fact, it helps it cook better and more evenly 🥰❤️” and um. Her microwave caught on fire and was destroyed and she knew it was me and threatened to call the police on me for attempting to burn her house down.
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#my Florida shirt just got taken down from Etsy for no fucking reason#Taylor's team just CHUCKED the book at me and fucking LIED in their report to Etsy about it#said I infringed on their trademarks for Lover 1989 and Reputation in their report#and I used.... NONE OF THOSE THINGS. NOT ONE.#that shirt has (obviously) nothing to do with any of those albums even#not in the metadata not in the tags not in the SEO nothing#and since it had no tags of those things it didn't pop up in a sweep and get auto-taken down. it was targeted by them & they manually did i#that design is SO by the book legally and bc of how successful it is I've worked VERY hard to make it that way. even in the SEO#and I mean everything in my shop I go out of my way to make legal but#like that is probably the most actually black and white legal piece of fan merch I've ever seen in my fucking life#but I can't fight back because if I fight back.. if they want it down the next option is prove to Etsy that they're SUING ME#so like. yeah not trying to fuck around and find out there#and that is awful for multiple reasons.#1. I have lost like 90% of my income for the rest of the year. I've grown to rely on income from that shirt as I should bc IT'S FINE#2. it's about to be the holidays. this makes 1 worse and also - people will be searching for this shirt bc it's on ppls holiday wishlists#they now won't be able to find mine#and will therefore google it and buy one of the MILLION FUCKING STOLEN VERSIONS WHICH ARE STILL UP BY THE WAY#and 3. I can't even have these stolen versions taken down anymore because I don't have a leg to stand on since the real thing now doesn't-#exist to prove it's mine#I want to fucking throw up like idk how to do anything other than be sobbing in a fucking ball on the floor#like this is probably the 2nd worst thing that has happened to me in my life lmao#like this shirt was single-handedly paying my rent every month and I had other income but. that shirt was my cushioning#my whole Etsy shop is FUCKED without it like absolutely fucked it was carrying the whole entire thing#I'm scared to upload or DO anything else w my Etsy even because if they just made up lies to get that shirt down#then I am SURE they've got something against me or my shop#and like fucking WHY I work so hard to make everything FAIR AND RIGHT#I worked so fucking hard on that shirt that thing was like my child like my actual full pride and joy#I want to scream I don't even know what to do with myself#it feels like someone just shoved me into a room shut the lights off locked the door and threw away the key#that shirt has been like probably the proudest achievement of my life like no joke and everything I've put into it & my Etsy just got kille
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pkmoth · 2 months ago
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having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself
#what if you felt unbearable guilt because your brother went missing in the two seconds you were separated#and you feel like there mustve been Something you couldve done to prevent it#if only you had stuck together. if only you hadnt let him tag along on your basically-a-suicide-mission in the first place#but none of those things happened so you go through three years blaming yourself#continuing to search for him because maybe hes still out there. and maybe exhausting yourself on an aimless search is a way you can atone#and then you're pulled into this big destiny adventure so your searching is put on the back burner#you're so busy doing important things and meeting new friends and there are points in your adventure where your heart feels lighter#and maybe you open up just a little about the crushing guilt you feel. and your new friends say it wasnt your fault#maybe you start accepting that your brother is really gone but you have to keep living your life#saving your brother was a far out dream but saving the world is something you have the power to do#so you try your best. so you dont fuck up this time#your guilt becomes the fuel keeping you going#and then at the end of your journey#you find out one of the biggest obstacles on your journey#the human chimera that you felt kinda horrified at and a little bad for even as you fought them#is your brother you've been mourning and agonizing over not being able to save#so um. The Guilt is even worse now#now he doesnt just feel responsible for his death. he Now feels responsible for him becoming this Creature Thing under porkys control#and in a lucas dies scenario. hoogh i cant imagine how claus would feel after that.......#however the thing that spurred this post was thinking about the lucas lives postgame scenario (it just got a bit out of hand lol) so.#your brother is alive and back home again and youre so unbelievably glad#but the guilt still creeps up every time you see how much hes Changed. physically and mentally#you had just started to accept the fact youd have to live without your brother but somehow having him back is almost just as painful#things cant just go back to how they were before. youll never be the exact same happy family as you used to be#its strange adjusting to having lucas back and its strange trying not to step on each others toes with their trauma#you cant help but be clingy because you couldnt bear it if he disappeared again under your watch#but nobody wants to be watched all the time especially when youre recovering from your brainwashed identity as an army commander#FUCK I REACHED THE TAG LIMIT I WANTED TO RAMBLE MORE AUGH. THEY MAKE ME SO ILL. i swear its not all angst theres some lightheartedness in it#mother 3 swap au#mothfics
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dawntheduckrb · 12 days ago
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I love how you can purposely cater you internet experience to block most politics so you can mentally detox since your media consumption was becoming unhealthy, and still have a whole week of attempting to regain your hope in humanity become completely undone by wanting to eat lunch with your mom (ramble in tags, feel free to ignore; take care of yourselves first <3)
#politics#us politics#tags so people can block this post#it's just so cool and awesome that things work like that#i was genuinely doing so much better#i was engaging with news in a healthier way#i was fixing my focus on what to do moving forward#but then i had the audacity to want to eat lunch with my mother instead of holing up in my room#she turned on fox news and i tuned it out... talking about stuff with them always turns into debates and its mentality exhausting#so i generally just keep my mouth shut unless asked#but then she started commenting on the news out loud#and so being a personable person i did my best to respond#they were talking about mass deportation of ''illegal criminals'' and she asked out loud why they havent sent them away already#so i said “oh well its expensive and there's not always places that are willing to take them”... left my opinion on the sentiment out of it#that was the WRONG thing to say apparently#devolved into a debate where she ultimately said “ok but it was a rhetorical question and i didnt actually want an answer”#how was i supposed to know that????? im the only person in the room??? thats not what rhetorical questions are used for??????#so we moved on from the topic#she said something along the lines of “pff and people come in illegally and still want to seek asylum”#so again i speak up#told her (with a quick google search to back it up) that people can either apply for asylum at the border or after entering illegally#as long as its within a year of entering#that was ALSO THE WRONG THING TO SAY#she reiterated that she still wasn't asking and added “im just watching the news; i dont want to google anything”#and im like...#...one; she mentioned in her “thinking out loud” rambles that she's aware that i dont like to talk about this stuff with her#but that this stuff is important to talk about... which i took as a “why won't you talk with me?”#so ouch#but also... whY ARE YOU WATCHING THE NEWS IF YOU DON'T CARE TO VERIFY ANY OF IT#im out of tags to ramble in but I'm still so hurt and mad and i have been reminded how little people care about compassion and factuality
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storyweaverofgondor · 9 months ago
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Fanfiction help!
So years ago i read a Dick Grayson pov story where he had been tied up and put in the trunk of a car. It was Bruce's car and he didn't know Dick was there and was driving around thinking Dick had been kidnapped. Then he either got a message or something because he suddenly stops the car and opens the trunk and lets Dick out.
I think it was a oneshot on FF.net. But i don't remember if it was Young Justice, Teen Titans or just general Batman. I don't remember if it was part of a oneshot collection or a stand alone. I don't remember who wrote it or what it was called.
Help me, DC Comics fandom! Your my only hope!
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thisfairytalegonebad · 5 months ago
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Hm. I really wish my brain worked the way it's supposed to.
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daincrediblegg · 4 months ago
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Seriously when the fuck will something new with jared harris in it come out I am fucking starving
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hwsforeignrelations · 2 months ago
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RANT
#hey boss#u uh- u said i was working sun n wed- can i have more consistent days so i have days to block out for interviews?#.#uve been forewarned#ok so its four months into my gap year and HOLY SHIT JOB SEARCHING IS SO FRUSTRATING#so im working as a clerk at this law firm mon and wed (only 8 hours total tho)#n i THOT i had my reatil job in the bag but then boss goes “yea im really sorry but i cant give u three days - only sundays and weds”#so i was like great ok i need another job thats cool ill just bliock out sundays and weds for potential employers#THEN on sat boss texts n goes “ahhh i dont need u till next week- also can u switch ur wed to fri”. ??????? MA'AM#so i go#she says sorry kid i dont WHICH IS FINE I APPRICIATE THE COMMUNICATION#so i have an interview the next day at a coffee shop for a time THE MANAGER OFFERED#i show up after having pit my day aside for this noon interview#i walk in employees go “uh ho manager stepped out”#she camnt come back for the rest of the day AND doesnt apologize in her email- just “unfourntallyyyy i didnt have time to check my email”#MAAM YOU SEND THE INVITE#whatever#luckily last friday i was invited to this job fair by like four diff locations in san fran n was immeditaly hired#(first trial shift tmr yay!)#but the commute is gonna be KILLER#however im hopeful n i love coffee so yay#also my pet sitting is taking off ive got two sits booked for october#which is suprising bc im also traveling for half the month#manchester edenbrough st andrews milan lake como babayyyyyyy#also this thursday im heading to chicago and maine for a wedding (yay go love!) and to tenessee for another wedding in jan#so now ive got law firm retail associate barista dog sitter n i just KNOW when the holidays roll around n both retail jobs will be wack ill#be floored#but. ahem anywats good things frustrating thinsg stressful things but GOD am i glad i took this gap year#oh yea and ive been hiking tones! lands end trail#tilden park
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