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lovesanmotion · 4 years ago

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yandere!fanboy!ateez reacts: s/o writing a song about them

This is: requested | I guess....the yandere!ateez as fanboys are a success from what I can see. I only uploaded them without thinking. Also, don’t hesitate to blow up my request box! I’m jobless like Hongjoong, Yeosang and Wooyoung. Also, to the sender who requested this, thank you so much for appreciating my blog and writing!

Lyrics I placed in order: Love Battery - LOONA (Immortal Songs) Shadow - F(x) Going Crazy - Secret Jieun ft. BAP Yongguk Peekaboo - Red Velvet Shampoo - After School Babe - Hyuna Into You - Yuri Love Foolish - TWICE

Hongjoong:

“Even if you are not handsome, I like it. Even if you’re not buff, I like it. You are just for me, to me, you are the best.”

Hongjoong stood among the crowd with a foolish smile painted on his lips. His hands placed on top of his chest as he listens to your new song that you are performing at your comeback concert.

“Hold me one more time. Hold me tightly until I burst. Love’s effect must be fading. I need you.”

A soft sigh escapes his lips dramatically. Lovestuck as he watches the love of his life sing a song about him and how she constantly needed his touch or else she’d die from his lack of attention on her.

“Fill me with love. Love battery has drained. I can’t live without you, I really can’t live without you. You are my battery.”

He clutches his chest tightly, his heart beating loudly inside. He didn’t cared how wild the others were cheering for your comeback stage, all that matters to him is that this song was made for him. Just for him. Normally he would promote your songs by requesting them on radio stations, but he hesitated on the idea of promoting it. This was his song. And only he gets the full rights to enjoy it. The others are just listening to it, he thought that you were kind enough to let everyone hear the song you made especially for him.

“To me, you are everything. I like you so much, I totally like you. My only love, there’s no other, my love. You are the best.”

As the comeback concert ended, everyone inside the concert hall talked about how your comeback song is a hit and promised to get you another music show win. The others gushed how you must be in love that you wrote a song about affection.

Hongjoong could only chuckle to himself as he walks out of the venue, hands filled with your individual merchandise and a wallet almost empty after emptying the shelves of your concert goods.

“Stupid fools think that the song is for them when in fact the song is about me. Me! Only me! Why would Y/N ever notice all of you when a whole me exists?” Hongjoong thought to himself as he walked alone late that night.

Seonghwa:

“Everyday, I secretly chase after your footsteps. I’m always careful so you won’t notice. No one says it but our date has started, our own date.”

Click click! Seonghwa focuses his camera on a different angle before taking another shot of you. Click click!

“Where are you going? Step by step, I follow you. Without a word you lead me. Step by step, did you notice me? I have nowhere to hide anymore.”

Yesterday, Starlight made a comeback and today, they are performing their comeback song at a radio station. For this comeback, Starlight’s Y/N participated in the song writing, having been credited two songs in the mini album. She partook writing the comeback song!

“When the sun rises, I walk in sync and together with you. I am really really into you. When the moon rises, you fall asleep in my arms. I really really like you.”

Seonghwa’s parents had been praising him for landing a wonderful job in the corporate world. When in reality, he was only hired by a fellow sasaeng that gave him much flexible work hours so he could still manage to slip out of his work and follow your every footstep in the country or out. He was being paid fairly well even when all he did was just to follow you around.

“Day by day, we resemble each other more and more. Your laughter and tears, I know it all. Don’t be scared, were a fate tied by the sun, its our destiny to be together.”

As the performance ended, the girls sat back down on their seats and the interview rolled in. Fansites can only hang outside of the studio, and of course, Seonghwa is up close, nearest to Y/N.

“Congratulations to Starlight! This is their third comeback and the song is really catchy!” The MC remarked.

“It’s sounds like a summer song! I heard Y/N took part in the production?” The second MC asked, the cameras then turned to face Y/N. Y/N who was flustered, nodded her head. “Yes”

“Can you tell us the story behind the song? Your fans are dying to know the meaning behind such a good song.” The first MC says.

Y/N held the microphone in her head, smiling, she explained: “This is a true to life song. I made a song about a guy who was really handsome and captured my heart. We were always going in the same direction and one time, his hand brushed into mine. And I felt so happy by the small connection.” Y/N chuckles.

When Seonghwa heard about it, he lowered his camera and stared at Y/N. The song was about him. He remembered how he would spend his vacant period at work to follow Y/N when they were shooting an ad around Namsan because of the newly built skywalk. His hand brushed on hers when they were buying food at the convenient store. Seonghwa was so moved by the explanation that he felt like his feelings grew more for you.

“My sunshine likes getting attention. My attention. That’s right, my sunshine, bathe in my attention only. ”

Yunho:

“It’s not love, this isn’t love. It’s just your obsession. Wherever, Whatever I do. It’s frightening. The you who watches me.”

Yunho watched as Y/N practices for her upcoming comeback stage at The Show next week. He admired how she dare approached a bold and mature comeback. And he was so happy to see this new side of his girl. However, he felt like he needed to be more protective of her since she was going for a more risque concept.

“Have you gone crazy? Why are you like this? Please just leave me alone now. Seeing you is suffocating. Please disappear from my sight.”

Yunho stood behind the cameras as he watches Y/N and the featured artist practice. He heard a few staffs make a comment about how the featured artist looks like him. And maybe how you might’ve fallen in love with him. Yunho’s feeling swelled when he heard of those comments. In fact, he was so happy that he heard it from them. But you on the other hand, why do you still deny your feelings for him? Why was it so hard for you to be up front and honest with what you feel? Is it because he works as your manager? You’re in the same company as he is? And that you kept insisting to be professional? At this point, Yunho would resign if that was the case. If he can’t have you because of his line of work, he would be more than pleased to resign and be in your arms everyday.

“Get lost. Just back off. I really can’t breathe. Wherever I go, wherever I am. It’s frightening. The you who follows me.”

Yunho managed to lift the debts off his family. After paying the debts, he was able to even buy a new home for them around Gangnam area. His parents hesitated on the idea at first since owning a land in Gangnam costs way more than renting, Yunho told them not to worry. Not to worry since he is being paid royalty in his job. After that, he was able to spoil you with luxurious gifts and live with you in your apartment. More like forced himself into your home.

“This ain’t right, this isn’t love. It just hurts me, don’t be like this. I loved you. But I don’t now. Erase me from your memory.”

And when the song was released, Yunho was all up for promoting it. He made everyone he know listen to the song in various streaming platforms and watch the MV as well. Whether you would like it or not, Yunho is here to stay in your life. Permanently.

Yeosang:

“Peekaboo! This is new, is this love? All my friends yell at me, they say I have a problem. I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine.”

A small painted Yeosang lips as his eyes followed you on stage. He watched you as you danced in a tight red dress. That was his gift for you last Christmas to be exact. The designer brand didn’t really put it out for sale. They only made one and had it up for auction. It was a dress that accentuated your curves and complimented your skin. Yeosang won the auction and had it included in your next comeback.

“Tag you’re it! It’ll be fun! I’ll include you here. Til the moon hangs on the jungle gym, let’s play”

Since Yeosang is someone who holds a high position in the company, he made a proposal to be your sponsor. At first, your members didn’t like the idea since sponsors have a bad reputation attached to it. But you were naive and still proceeded with the sponsorship. You thought it would go bad, but Yeosang made you feel comfortable in his home and gave you all the fame that you wanted. Never did he once ask anything that was against your morals.

“Peekaboo! It’s strange, you’re different. I stop this game and I look at you again. I’m not a fraid, because I just felt that a new story will begin”

Your members were still cautious about Yeosang orbitting around you. There was something about him that they could not lay a finger on. Scared that they would find their contracts terminated the following day. But seeing you happy, they felt like they needed to stop. As long as you are happy, they are happy. Yeosang included.

“Don’t worry, my love. You’re safe with me. Anyone who accuses you will come to me first.”

San:

It was 9pm when you made a surprise V live alone in the recording room of your company building. San was actually nearby, he was hid inside the convenient store where he bumped into you before.

“Hello everyone! Have you all eaten? I missed you alot.” He watches his Y/N pout in the screen. His heart raced a bit,

“I ate already, my love. Don’t worry.” San responds, as if it was only him that you were talking to.

“I made a new song and I’m in the recording room. Apparently, I was given permission to spoil the song for you!” Y/N happily takes her phone and draws it closer to the company phone of where she is doing her live.

“I wanna be shampoo Trickling down your hair I wanna embrace you With my strong fragrance I will wrap around your entire body With white foam So even the mirrors can’t see you I will cover you So no one can have you You won’t ever get rid of my scent”

“That’s all the spoil for now.” Y/N stops the recording and turns the camera to her face again. She leaned her face closer and read a few comments about how would the fans think.

“What is your inspiration behind this song?” She read aloud. She leaned back in her seat with her lips pursed. “In all honesty, I met a male fan last week. I actually bumped into him and I was able to smell his perfume and...” Y/N paused. “He smelled so good that...was it possible to fall in love just by smelling their perfume?” Y/N chuckles softly.

San had his eyes wide. The song was about him. He felt like bursting from his seat but he refrained himself from doing so.

“I hope he isn’t a weird fan. I also have a fan who constantly bothers me even at the late hours. It’s bothering me. And I hope the person stops soon.” Y/N said. Double jackpot! He got mentioned twice by you. He couldn’t wait until the song releases, he was already booking train station platforms in honor for the release of your song.

Mingi:

Was it possible to fall in love with just a touch? Ever since the incident at the Incheon Airport, your company has become stricter and hired more bodyguards when it comes to outside activities. From what you heard, VS Media is even rewriting their rules when it comes to fan and idol gift giving.

“Come on, let me play some more. Why treat babies gently, I cannot count on you, my age. You’ve walked in any magic. I am the one for you. Everyday I wake up. This is mine.”

Ever since the incident at the airport, you slightly became uncomfortable with the idea of leaving the dorm. Despite your feelings, rest assured that your members were always there for you.

“I am not sleeping today. I remember my eyes. I’m not sleeping.”

It’s been a month since you stepped foot inside the airport again, things were going okay. You were able to walk inside and through the gates without any problem. The fans still following your footsteps, you tried to loosen up yourself a bit - smiling and waving at them. Nothing could go wrong.

Until, you saw a figure from your peripheral vision. You turned your head to take a look, but no one was there. Strange. As you and your group were able to board the plane, you took a seat near the window and pulled out your lyrics notebook. Flipping through the pages, you stopped at an unfinished work. The unfinished work is your solo song used as an outro for Starlight’s upcoming full album.

“Babe babe babe in your eyes. Babe babe babe in your hand. My appearance is babe babe babe babe. I want to hear it again.”

“Are you writing a song?” You were startled with the question. You turned your head and didn’t noticed how a man with a mask and cap sat besides you already.

“Yes I am” You spoke softly. “Can I read it?” the man besides you asked.

You hesitantly gave him the notebook, the man took it and read through the lyrics.

“I like how you composed the song. It’s still in its raw form too. You’re a genius.” The man complimented. You smiled and thanked him for the compliment. The next thing you knew shocked you.

The man placed a hand on your knee, his other free hand removed his mask and cap. Song Mingi. At that moment, you couldn’t process what was happening. All you knew was that your mind kept telling you to tell at least your members. But your body started heating up at his touch.

“Did you miss me?”

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung had disguised himself as the photographer for your album. The night before it came, he worked on creating his fake ID and borrowed a spare camera to use for the production.

“At that smile that sees my eyes. For me, the whole world is bathed in light. Hold my hands and I close my eyes. I hope this time stops here.”

Wooyoung’s breath almost took away as he saw you in black under shorts and wrinkled and almost unbuttoned white button down. He didn’t know what the concept was but his eyes were already feasting on your body, not ever feeling full.

“Fall in love more deeply, you and I. Let’s fall in deeply, you and I together. The one thing that I want. You seep into me, you spread inside of me.”

“Ms Y/N taking the bold move of doing her first sexy concept.” Y/N’s manager teased her. Wooyoung knew everyone who was on set. Him, Y/N, Y/N’s manager, stylist, make up artist and a few production crew that wasn’t part of VS Media.

“What’s the story behind this concept?” Y/N’s manager asked, Wooyoung could only stare in awe at Y/N. Never did he see this side of her. He always knew of Y/N as the sweet and bubbly girl in soft concepts. But of course, Wooyoung love to break the types.

“I actually like to search my name on the internet. And I came across fanfics of myself.” Y/N chuckles. Oh that sweet sound that made Wooyoung’s heart beat fast. The audio recorders can never outdo it.

“There is a certain blog that possibly does a lot. That blog posts photos of me, writes fanfics and posts my schedules too. He’s doing god works for my other fans.” Y/N chuckles. As the production of the photoshoot started, Wooyoung did his best to capture the real beauty of this side of Y/N.

“What a hardworking fan. What’s the name of the blog?”

“ForY/N”

Wooyoung’s eyes widens as he heard the name of his blog. His blog inspired you to make a song....about him?

“Filling my whole heart. With you, I feel my heart. Fall in love more deeply, you and I. Let’s fall in deeply, you and I together.”

“The way that person writes really amazes me. I’d like to get to know the person.” Y/N explains. His mind fell into a spiral. Part of him wanted the song to be released already but there was also a part of him that wanted the song to be released for him only.

“Wish will soon become tomorrow. Today is more heart fluttering than yesterday. I want to go together with you. Closer to the place where my dream reaches.”

The bonus thing about what Wooyoung did today is that as a photographer, he was able to keep some of the photos. Running away even with some.

Jongho:

Jongho fell in line for the release of your album. He was actually second in line as he was actually camping outside of the building of your company.

“Everyday I called out your name, about a thousand times, about ten million times Before you finally heard it Cut and rewind, why can’t you be mine? Ooh the one who spins my head like this It’s you, just running running running around you My repeatedly-midnight promise I don’t know what to do”

Jongho, who had his arms crossed over his chest, looked up and down to turn around where that song was coming from. He hasn’t heard of this song but he knew that was your voice.

“Crazy love! I love you, love you, hate, foolish Crazy love! I love you Make me feel so high Love! I love you, love you, hate, foolish Crazy love! I hate you Make me so bad It’s weird, the more I fall for you I’m sorry, I’ll hate you I don’t know, I can’t explain this I’m trapped in a labyrinth of strange emotions”

The whole room was adorned with your own merchandise and on the TV display was actually an MV of your b side. Jongho took a basket and grabbed a handful of your limited and regular version of your albums, along with a packet of your photocards and a griptok.

As he was in line to pay for his orders, in which his basket was filled as he actually bought more of your items. You made a sudden appearance into the room. For Jongho, he felt as if the room got brighter when you suddenly stepped inside. When it was his turn to pay for his items, the people behind the counter were amazed at how many he was able to fit into his basket.

Tapping his feet impatiently, he wanted to be able to greet you before you left the room. When his bag was handed to him, he immediately took it and sped walk towards your direction, talking to a few.

He felt as if the gods were with him. As he drew closer to you, the ones you were talking to left and it just you and him now.

“Hello Y/N!” Jongho greeted. You turned to him happily. “Hello!”

“I really really like this song of yours!” He gushed happily. “Can you tell me about it?”

You nodded happily. “The song is actually about someone who makes me feel happy, the idea of love in a dangerous way? The idea send me thrills.” You chuckled. Jongho felt ecstatic. Beyond the moon even. You wrote a song about him!

That afternoon when he got home, he made sure that everyone in Seoul would be able to hear the song that you made. It was for him so he had full brag rights to do so.

#ateez #Ateez hongjoong #ateez mingi #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #ateez smut #ateez yeosang #ateez jongho #ateez san #ateez seonghwa #ateez wooyoung #ateez yandere #kpop yandere

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thoughts-of-the-unheard · 5 years ago

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this doesn't go public for another few hours but the zero people who will see this before it does wont even know what camp so it doesn't matter

hi im a teenage girl who works at a nature lodge at a camp in the summer ive been working there for years and since staff lives together for like two months theyre like family when i go to camp, i get up at 6:30 in the morning after going to sleep around 12 or 1am and im busy from 7am to 9pm every day some days its after 9pm we get up and do the flag ceremony and eat breakfast and set up program which is 9am to around 3pm and sometimes its til 5pm if your area has open program that day and i teach kids about rocks and minerals and erosion and dinosaurs and fossils and animal sounds and tracks and the animals we have in the lodge (we catch and release our animals every year from whats on property) and we might do a turtle race and i do that again until lunch then i do it again after for each session and if they have a second day we teach the greenhouse and the bug house and when program is over we do work projects until flags and dinner and sometimes we do work projects after dinner and the last day of the kids stay is chose your own adventure where the areas have all sorts of things to do and leaders chose what the kids do and they build their own schedule and the nature lodge usually does cubs who care and the river tour with some a-quad staff and my personal favorite, tracking, and their last night we have closing campfire where the packs can sign up to do a song or skit and staff does songs and skits inbetween and when all the songs and skits are done staff lines up and sings vespers as the scouts walk away and the nature lodge does a night hike and nav does a storytelling session and the rest of staff do humpty dumpty where we circle up and clap a beat singing (closer to chanting ig) “hump ty dump hump hump ty dump hump ty dump hump hump ty dump say what” and in-between each of those someone goes in the middle and says smth like “mary had a little lamb the doctor was surprised” and other variants and some things ppl say every time and theres smth we have to do with it like singing “its a small world” as all the short people go in the middle and ending with “so get off my world” as we try to intimitate tall ppl and we respond the same but saying “its a tall world” and when people finish in the circle we say “huh aint that funky now” and go back to the chanting and clapping and eventually some admin steps in and says goodnight or its girls shower hour or some other news and from 9-11 its free time essentially and i can go on a walk with my best friend or talk with a group of friends or sit in the dining hall and play games or watch videos or whatever and we do that every day all summer except for the days we check people in and staff weeks where its all work projects and getting ready and shut down week/weekend where its all putting things away for next year and we get nights off where we go to Walmart and fuck around or to some food place like wawa or the energy station or taco bell and bring food back for staff who wanted stuff and we have a Christmas in july event where everyone has a secret santa and theres tons of snacks and we put up a chrismas tree with oradments from all the program areas and we decorate the dining hall and play chrismas music over the speakers with a fire on the projector bc we don't have an actual fireplace and some times admin just does nice things for us like open pool time or pizza and a bonfire or open boating or .22s and shotguns at the rifle range or open archery or chances to tie dye our shirts bc we have certain days were we wear tie dye shirts or hawaiian shirts or oa day with the oa sashes which is the day of the overnighter where scoutcraft takes a bunch of aol’s hiking somewhere (usually the garrison field but sometimes the archery field) to pitch tents and cook dinner and whatever else they do on the overnighter and we don't get paid much but ig that ensures that we aren't there for the money right and sometimes its hard and sometimes its stressful mostly for directors or admin and you might want to cry from smth mean that an angry dad said but theres always that kind mom and her kid to tell you they've been coming to camp for years and they love it and its not fair of that guy to expect us to stop the rain or smth so his campsite isn't muddy and theres always the staff kudos usually written by the kids with their wobbly letters and their kind words to the one with the glasses at or the girl at or the tall one at and the parents who tell admin about the lovely staff and the kids you see every year growing before your eyes and they packs that always come back and the leaders who are friends with the staff and invite us to their campfires and give us food bc we legally cant accept anything else and some staff love camp for the kids, some for it being a summer job, some for being with their friends, some for being away from home, some for being in the woods, and some, like me, who are there for all of it camp is my safe place my home the only place ive even been where just being in the vicinity makes me peaceful i drive the road through camp and im happy, i step foot on property and im gleeful, i stay the summer and im elated, theres nothing bad for me at camp, i mean sure theres always the annoying kid in a pack or the pack that doesn't stop talking long enough for you to teach or the parent whos mean or whatever else might not be the ray of your sun but im not asking it to be perfect, i don't expect it to be, i just want it to be there when i need it and it always has

until now

council cancelled all camps

so these people who work full time overseeing stuff for my camp and the other one in council and all the people who work at the camps and the shop and work with the districts and the packs and troops and crews that are within, these very important, very hardworking people whos priority is always safety, have determined that any in person camping experience is too much of a hazard to conduct and i understand and respect that

but it doesn't stop me from being devastated

it dosent stop me from being angry

two weeks ago we had a zoom call saying we still have jobs and its just going to be a little different this summer, today we have no jobs and im panicing

#summer camp #nature lodge #caronapocalypse #im devastated #maybe its a foolish thing to be upset about but i feel hollow

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mincedpeaches · 5 years ago

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stream of consciousness about this year, the new year and the future

For the past couple of years I have posted vague New Years Revolutions and of course, not met them.

2019 was a pretty shit year for me. Mostly because of work. It funny to me when people post about their hobbies, goals, etc, when being a single functioning adult takes up so much of my time, I wonder when they have time to do these things? What is it at the expense of? Everyone joking about how tired they are online I genuinely think everyone online doing shit is doing it at the expense of sleep. I don’t want to be tired all the time.

Anyway so my New Years Revolution is to just stay the course and maybe see what else happens. I got back into working out this month and it is so important for keeping my mood up. I stopped for a while because I was putting in so many hours at work and coming home late and I was so worked up about work I wanted time for me to not think about work before going to bed, which meant staying up later and not making a morning workout. Earlier in the year I also wasn’t working out only because of the second thing, I wanted more time to forget about work since it was stressing me out. I can’t let work dictate my moods so much. Its hard when work is like 70% of your life but. I gotta. That’s my resolution I think actually. More than anything. Don’t let work dictate my whole life.

Work this year was basically three different projects one after the other. The first two were categorized as “dread-inspiring” as in I hated the design I was doing an not confident in it, and had my usual anxiety about bringing up issues and voicing concerns, and the first of the two also had big visibility on the schedule. I was an anxious mess working the first one. Then the second one I was anxious but it didn’t have a schedule issue, so I spent alot of time dragging my feet and not focusing like I needed to. Like my attention span needs the deadline to keep me working productively but also I hate because it stresses me out? r.i.p.

The final project was 100% “anger-inspiring” because I was back in a design space I was familiar with but I was pulled to another program to help because they botched their schedule, and coming on the design was a mess and management was useless. Every day I was annoyed by how they would ask for things that were completely unreasonable or do things that were not in the best interest of getting the work done. Also the amount of work they gave me coming on I told them it was alot for one person and asked for help, but because of the shuffle of people and budget and other bullshit I didn’t get that help for a month. That’s where all the hours came in. New Year’s Resolution to not do that shit again. I don’t want to sit in the office til past 9pm ever again so help me Lord.

At the time and even now I think the anger was a better feeling then the dread and anxiety mentally. Sometimes feeling righteous anger can feel good. Except I very quickly got exhausted from it. Being angry all the time was so damn draining!!

I’m back on my home program again in 2020. I really hope the things I work don’t stress me out. I’ve been thinking about applying to another group in my company when positions are posted next year. It’s been almost three years since I’ve been here and it was almost three years at my old job when I left. And coming onto this new company I got a fat pay bump. I’m kind of antsy for a change and a fat pay bump again. I don’t know if the positions I was thinking about would come with that bump though. I would really like it because living alone now, its expensive.

Living alone though its good for me mentally I think. Compared to the roommate I was living with at least. I wasn’t as close with her as I was with my first roommates that I had to move out from to shorten my commute. I wouldn’t have chosen to live alone yet if I didn’t have to because money but it was a relief to move out tbh because I was holding in complaints (the FRIDGE), knowing that in a short time they wouldn’t matter.

The other thing that exhausted me the end of this year was dealing with the FUCKING BED BUGS that were there after like three weeks of moving in. 0/10 would NOT recommend. Having to wash all the clothes I own when I struggle to normally do laundry every two weeks was brutal. Going into 2020 without them (as far as I can tell) makes it that much brighter.

I started a thing that I want to keep going, based partly off of an artist’s tweet comic that I can’t find again, where I come home from work and do (1) thing. One thing to keep a respectable and tidy home. I used to always make lists at work of all the things I should do and then the next day not be able to cross any of them off. Now I think about all the things I could do sure, but I only make it so I HAVE to do one. It could be something as simple as “take out the trash.” That’s it. So simple I can’t screw it up. Just take out the trash. Other popular ones include, “load dishwasher”, “unload dishwasher”, “vacuum in some capacity”, “pick out dirty clothes that need washing” (since I always have more than one load worth of dirty clothes), “wash clothes”, “put away the clean clothes” etc etc I try to break down the tasks as small as I can. Then just do one. This has been working pretty well and sometimes I end up managing more than one if I’m in the proper groove. Resolution to continue this in 2020.

And that’s it!! No more resolutions to watch more shows, or pick up some hobby, or lose some more weight, or date, or whatever. If those things happen then they can happen. The only thing that is required is keeping myself mentally sound, which means: trying my best to cultivate a work environment that isn’t stressing me out too much, exercising, and keeping my living environment clean. That’s it. The bare minimum. This is not an easy wagon for me to stay on. Once I feel like I’ve been on it fairly steadily, only then will I think about adding other goals. It’s a fresh decade and I have years to go. I don’t want to get stressed out about “wasting” them. 2020 and beyond is about making sure I’m surviving and doing what I want. I didn’t meet my goals for this Christmas Break of media to consume but you know what? I’m done stressing about that too. Some times I get upset because I feel like I’m not using my free time “productively” enough. I don’t like rewatching shows because I could be using that time to watch something “new”. I feel like I’ve wasted my time watching let play’s or youtubers instead of playing a video game or a show with a tangible episode count. But no more. If I end up wasting my time on tumblr and twitter, than so be it. The fact is I will NEVER have enough time. So I might as well spend it doing something I’m enjoying.

Here’s to hoping 2020 is a better year than 2019. I might look back on this at the end of the year as booboo the fool like I am at the end of this year, but I really feel like 2020 should be better! I’m cautiously optimistic.

#mincedthoughts

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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oh, the weather outside is frightful 2/? (craquaria) - teenwitch

AN: Hi, I’m teenwitch. I was blown away with all the positive feedback on the last chapter of this fic aw so here’s a part 2. Thanx soso much to everyone who had kind words to say ! many many words of fluffy smutty christmas stuff jus 4 u! TW for use of the word slut

Also I’m really sorry to admins for not doing my tags last time, I wasn’t sure how but I’ve worked it out now :)))

Brianna texts Aquaria when she gets home. They’d both made a half hearted attempt to clean themselves up before exiting the bathroom, passing Monet and Kameron (Kameron sitting on Monet’s lap and Monet leaning around her to mouth something unintelligible but animated at Brianna, holding her hand to her ear in the universal gesture for “call me” with an excited grin) on their way to the coat check. In the elevator, Brianna had unlocked her phone to order an uber and Aquaria had snatched it out of her hand right away, typing in her number before flashing that blinding grin and thrusting it back into Brianna’s hand. Aquaria’s ride had arrived first and she’d kissed Brianna goodbye on the cheek, gripping her wrist tightly and telling Brianna to “text me, ok?”. Her face had been confident but an edge of uncertainty had softened her tone. Brianna had smiled, tried to make her eyes warm at Aquaria as she assured her she would. And so Brianna does. She doesn’t know what to send ; “hey, it was cool when you came around my fingers in the bathroom of your workplace” ? so she settles on her favourite heart emoji, the pink one with the little sparkles. She briefly considers red, to match the dress Aquaria had been wearing, before deciding that a plain red heart is too generic. She texts Monet “;))) see u tomorrow?” before dropping her phone, stripping out of her dress and bra and climbing naked into bed. Brianna’s grinning as she falls asleep.

Aquaria wakes up at midday (so sue her, it’s three days til Christmas and her office is closed until the new year) and the first thing she does is check her phone. There’s 3 texts from Brianna and a knot Aquaria didn’t know was in her stomach unties itself. Last night Brianna had texted and she’d texted back and then Brianna hadn’t and Aquaria had fallen asleep with her phone in her hand. She unlocks her phone and reads “I almost did the red heart to match ur dress but it seemed too basic” and then “oh ! duh!” and then 3 of the emoji with the little lady dancing in the red dress. It’s silly and it makes Aquaria grin as she types out a response before swinging her legs out of bed and padding across the hallway to her shower. She catches herself humming as she’s shampooing her hair and blushes a little. I mean really, Aquaria she scolds herself over a woman you met not even 24 hours ago ? But Brianna had been lovely. Aquaria’s thoughts drift to the night before as she rubs shower gel over her small breasts. She pinches a nipple, like Brianna had done, and feels heat coil low in her stomach. She lets her hands slip down and around her body to grab at her ass and gives herself a slap, thinks of Brianna, again, before she trails her hands around to between her legs where she’s already so wet. Wet just from thinking about Brianna and the way she’d touched Aquaria with those strong hands. Aquaria’s whine echoes, high pitched and needy, off the tile of the shower as she slips a finger past her entrance. She’s pathetic, she thinks as she fucks herself, so desperate for a woman she barely knows. Aquaria cums imagining Brianna standing in the doorway, watching her.

“Heeellloooooo” Monet flings open the door to her apartment, wearing a thick white facemask. Brianna cackles and follows her inside, dropping the box of pizza she’d been carrying on Monet’s kitchen counter “you better have saved some of that for me, Mrs Doubtfire. I’m nearly 40, I need all the help I can get!”

“Of course dearie! It’s in the bathroom!” Monet says, still in character. Then, dropping the phony British accent, “33 is not nearly 40, Cracker!”

“It might as well be! I have wrinkles Monet, look at this face!” Brianna pulls her skin back taught across her face in Monet’s bathroom mirror, pulling a face at herself before beginning to smear the white mask over her forehead

“Girl, shut up!” Monet calls from the kitchen “and tell me everything about last night, you left with Aquaria! And do not even try to tell me you didn’t fuck in that bathroom Miz Cracker, I saw the state of the two of you.” Satisfied she’s covered her face evenly, Brianna runs out of the Bathroom and jumps onto Monet’s small couch, claiming her favourite throw blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders. “Tell me everything!” Monet repeats as she settles in next to Brianna and opens the pizza box. And so Brianna does. By 9pm they’ve covered both Aquaria and Kameron in detail. Monet had taken Kameron home, fucked her, and Kameron had asked Monet to get dinner with her tomorrow night before she’d gone home (“do you think she meant it as, like, a date? Like a date-date?” Monet had asked until Brianna rolled her eyes so hard her brain hurt). Brianna had also found out that Aquaria was young (Monet wasn’t sure how young though), occasionally stand of fish but generally very sweet and was junior fashion editor for the same magazine Monet worked at. She desperately wants to see Aquaria again. “Just text her girl, ask her to go skating or to a movie or something” Monet says, hugging Brianna goodbye at the door. And so, as she tends to when Monet suggests something (Brianna still cringes when she thinks about certain incidents from their early twenties), Brianna does.

The next time Aquaria sees Brianna, it’s Christmas Eve. She’d planned her outfit 2 days ago, as soon as she read Brianna’s text. This afternoon she’d put it on, decided it looked stupid and then spent 2 hours trying on and discarding various tops and dresses. It was irrelevant to Aquaria that they were going ice skating, and most of her clothes would be covered by her heavy coat anyway. She had left the house wearing lipstick and turned around halfway down the stairs to her apartment to go back and wipe it off. She wants to kiss Brianna. And now she’s actually looking at Brianna, and her chest is 10 times tighter than it had been before. Brianna’s an old hollywood angel, her long blonde hair as full as ever, bouncing down over the collar of her brown fur coat, which nearly reaches her ankles. The only thing missing is red lipstick, Aquaria thinks, grinning as she notes that Brianna’s bare lips match hers. Brianna hasn’t spotted her yet, she’s looking away from Aquaria at the people circling the ice, her chin propped up in her hand. Aquaria wants to take a photo. She’s actually fingering her phone in her pocket, debating whether or not it would be too stalkerish, when Brianna’s head snaps around towards her and her face breaks out in a grin. “Hi!” She hurries over to Aquaria, blonde waves bouncing , and wraps her arms around her waist. She’s shorter than Aquaria remembers, as Aquaria hugs her back she can rest her chin on the top of her head. Brianna pulls away and grins out a breathy “How are you?”, already leading Aquaria over to the skate hire booth. Her eyes are warm and Aquaria feels less nervous already.

They’re skating, and Aquaria is good at it. The second they’d got on the ice she’d pulled fluidly away from Brianna, gliding off and around the rink, turning to skate backwards and grin at Brianna as she lifted one leg off the ice and out in front of her body. Brianna had watched slack jawed as Aquaria did a little twisty jumpy thingy in the middle of the rink before lifting her leg up over her head. She looked so graceful and beautiful, her long limbs propelling her forwards, a strand of black hair falling over her pink cheeks. She’s flexible, too Brianna’s brain had added, and she felt her cheeks grow hot. “Are you done showing off?” Brianna had asked Aquaria when she skated smoothly back to her side, chest puffed out proudly “How did you even do that?!”. Aquaria had just shot her a shit eating grin before taking off skating again, this time more slowly, tugging at Brianna’s hand for her to follow.

“I took 8 years of dance and 2 years of figure skating” Aquaria admits, as they skate in tandem, Brianna feeling clumsy next to Aquaria’s effortless, strong movements. They keep chatting as they skate, about childhood hobbies, games and aspirations, then Kameron and Monet (Aquaria squeals and flails her wrists around when Brianna tells her that they’d had a successful date last night) then music and movies and fashion, interrupting themselves with little anecdotes here and there. “So,” Aquaria says, reaching out to steady Brianna as she stumbles slightly “why are you taking me out on Christmas Eve? Don’t you have, like, family to see or something?”

Brianna’s breath hitches at Aquaria’s firm grip on her forearm. “Well, my family is Jewish, so I’ve never really celebrated Christmas. We usually go for Chinese food and watch movies on Christmas Day, but my sister lives in Florida now and my mother’s away on a spiritual retreat this year, so it’s just me” she explains “I’d actuallly forgotten it was Christmas Eve, if I’m honest. Oh God, I hope I didn’t ruin your plans!” She turns to Aquaria, feeling cross at herself for blanking on the fact that Aquaria quite probably had had something to do tonight.

“No, not at all!” Aquaria laughs a little at Brianna’s worried face “I’m on my own too! My mom and stepmom are on vacation in Hawaii, so I’m orphaned this year.” Brianna doesn’t know whether or not she should ask Aquaria if she has plans for tomorrow. She wants to, but how weird does that seem, asking Aquaria to spend Christmas with her on their first date. She worries her bottom lip, debating, when a voice crackles over the loudspeakers at the side of the rink “closing in 30”.

“I guess that’s us” Aquaria smiles at her “I know a place about a block away that does mulled wine in the winter?”

On their way out of the cosy little bistro, Aquaria stops in the middle of the street, tugging Brianna back where their hands are entwined. She tilts her chin up to the sky and is silent for a moment before she huffs disappointedly “No stars” she says sadly in response to Brianna’s quirked eyebrow, “I love the stars”. It’s silly, but Aquaria feels genuinely disappointed. She does love the stars, she’s always thought of them as her friends, looking out for her at night. Sometimes she talks to them in her head, when there’s something she needs to figure out.

“New York and its damn light pollution.” Brianna says, and she must catch some of the upset on Aquaria’s face, because she drops her hand and wraps her arm around Aquaria’s waist instead, pulling her close to her side. It’s clumsy, walking like this, their heights and gaits don’t match and Brianna’s hip bumps into Aquaria’s thigh. Aquaria can’t bring herself to care though, Brianna’s warm and she’s pretty and she’s taking Aquaria back to her apartment. Her thumb is stroking circles into Aquaria’s side and Aquaria’s cheeks are warm from the wine and the tenderness of it all.

“Do you know much about the stars? Like, constellations and stuff?” Brianna asks

“Yeah, a little.”

“Tell me?”

And so Aquaria does. She starts with Aquarius, because that’s hers, and is halfway through Cassiopeia when Brianna fumbles for her keys in her coat and lets them into a looming building.

“This is me”

“It reminds me of the apartment building from ghostbusters” Aquaria tells Brianna as they start up the stairs “You’re Sigourney Weaver”.

“No way!” Brianna sounds almost offended “I’m definitely the demon in the fridge!”

Aquaria is slightly out of breath by the time they reach Brianna’s apartment, it’s been 7 flights of stairs. Brianna, of course, doesn’t seem affected in the slightest, and has enough breath to draw out a “ta daaaaaa” as she flings open the door and flicks on the light. Brianna’s apartment is cluttered in a cosy way. The walls are cream but decorated with various artworks and photographs, some in frames, some just taped up. Her red couch is draped in a colourful crochet blanket and several bright cushions, which should clash with the garish pattern of her curtains, but don’t. Aquaria spots plants on one windowsill and candles in various states of melted on another. It looks like a home in a way that Aquaria’s apartment, with its chic minimalist decor, doesn’t.

“It’s beautiful” Aquaria breathes, and means it.

“It’s not much, but it’s my home” Brianna takes a running jump onto her couch and sits up to take off her shoes. Aquaria plops down in the armchair opposite her and eases off her own thigh high boots, groaning as the muscles in her legs flex

“God, my calves hurt. I forgot that skating made them so sore.”

And then Brianna is on her knees in front of Aquaria, shoving Aquaria’s heels aside and taking her left leg in her hands. Aquaria starts to ask her what she’s doing but a moan comes out instead as Brianna’s strong fingers dig into her calf, rubbing deep circles right into where Aquaria’s muscle aches.

“Mm?” Brianna hums, looking up at Aquaria

“Mmm” Aquaria hums in confirmation, eyes fluttering shut. The way Brianna massages away the tension reminds Aquaria of the way her mom used to rub the growing pains out of her legs when she was a child. Aquaria feels herself getting wet at the thought, at being looked after by Brianna. By the time Brianna’s on the other calf, Aquaria’s squirming in her seat, sure she’s soaked through her panties.

“Good, baby?” Brianna asks, glancing up at Aquaria’s flushed face.

“Yes” Aquaria gasps, and as Brianna’s fingers trail up past her knee and over her inner thigh, she can’t help the thrust of her hips up off the chair. “Please” she whispers as Brianna’s hands trail higher.

“Please what, baby?” Brianna’s grip is suddenly strong on her upper thigh and Aquaria feels herself throb “What do you need?”

“Need you to touch me, Brianna, please” Aquaria hears the whine in her own voice and flushes. Brianna just grins and slides her hand up Aquaria’s thigh to her rub up against her clothed pussy.

“Here?”

“Yes” Aquaria’s voice cracks and she throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut tight against the threat of tears. She’s so turned on and all shes wanted for days is for Brianna to fuck her, she needs it and Brianna’s teasing and it’s not fair and -

“Okay baby. Shh baby, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.” Brianna pulls down Aquaria’s panties and buries her head under Aquaria’s skirt in one smooth motion, licking a stripe up the centre of Aquaria’s bare pussy. Aquaria lets out a broken moan as Brianna sucks at her clit, and cants her hips up to meet her tongue. Brianna’s strong arms wrap themselves around Aquaria’s thighs for better leverage, spreading them further apart as she licks into Aquaria. Oh God, Brianna’s doing this twisty thing with her tongue that’s hitting all the right spots inside her and then she’s pulling out to lap at her clit, grazing it with her teeth enough to make Aquaria whine and then she’s plunging her tongue back inside and ohit’ssogood and Aquaria’s close within minutes. It’s when Brianna pulls away entirely to bite harshly at Aquaria’s inner thigh before sucking back down over her clit that Aquaria cums. Brianna licks her through it, humming happily, until Aquaria reaches down to pull her away. When Brianna surfaces her face is flushed and she’s grinning, Aquaria’s wetness shiny on her chin. Aquaria can taste it, and the spice of mulled wine underneath, when she pulls Brianna up for a passionate kiss. “You taste so good baby you came so good” Brianna murmurs against her lips “Bedroom?” Aquaria nods fervently and lets Brianna pull her to her feet.

The lights are off in Brianna’s room but the curtains are open, so light from the city below fills it with a soft yellow glow. Aquaria’s lips are on Brianna’s neck and her hands under her coat to tug at the zipper of her dress immediately, and Brianna shivers as her clothes fall to the floor. Aquaria pulls back to rid herself of her own clothes, she’s not wearing a bra again, and Brianna feels herself throb as she takes in Aquaria’s naked form in the dim light. “You’re beautiful” she breathes, and she means it, loves the long leanness of Aquaria’s body, her small breasts and smooth, white skin.

“You’re beautiful” Aquaria leans down to kiss her hard and hungry, nipping at her bottom lip and then her neck, sucking down. Brianna knows there’ll be a mark there tomorrow and she grins as she tangles her fingers in Aquaria’s hair, gives it a little tug to hear Aquaria make that beautiful little whine before guiding them to her bed. It’s hot and dirty as they lay down, Aquaria crawling on top of Brianna and discarding her bra immediately before attaching her mouth to Brianna’s chest. She places open mouthed kisses over Brianna’s exposed breasts and kitten licks at her nipple, before biting down, hard.

“Ah, fuck” Brianna hisses, reaching around to deliver a slap to Aquaria’s bare ass. Aquaria lets out a sound that’s halfway between a giggle and a moan, so Brianna slaps her again, harder. Definitely a moan this time. Brianna grins, of course Aquaria loves being spanked, the little slut. She’ll have to explore that later, though, because Aquaria’s kissing down her stomach now, hooking her fingers into the waist and of Brianna’s panties and tugging them down over her legs. Aquaria delivers a gentle kiss to Brianna’s clit and immediately pushes two fingers inside her. Brianna moans, loud and slutty, loving the burn as Aquaria’s knuckles catch on her entrance. As Aquaria shifts to straddle her hips, Brianna reaches up feel out her cunt, slipping her middle finger into the tight ring of muscle and crooking it forwards to rub up against Aquaria’s g spot.

“Oh fuck yes, Brianna” Aquaria gasps, walls clenching around Brianna’s finger “more”.

Brianna obliges and adds a second finger, fucking Aquaria a little faster. Aquaria’s got three fingers inside Brianna now, and she’s fucking her hard, just how Brianna likes, thrusting her fingers in and out while her thumb rubs down roughly over Brianna’s clit. Brianna can hear the slick, wet sounds of her pussy swallowing Aquaria’s fingers each time she pushes in. It’s obscene, and it makes Brianna buck her hips up to meet Aquaria’s hand just a little harder. She’s hitting the right angle with every thrust now, and Brianna’s not going to last, not with the way Aquaria’s fucking herself on Brianna’s fingers above her, making the most delicious little noises.

“Aquaria” Brianna brings her thumb up to play with Aquaria’s clit “Aquaria, I’m -“

And then Aquaria’s fucking Brianna even harder and Brianna’s cumming around her fingers, hard, with a long, low moan. She feels so good everywhere that she doesn’t register Aquaria riding out her own orgasm against Brianna’s hand until she hears her broken moans of “Briannabriannabrianna”. Brianna thinks she could cum again just listening to that.

When she’s come down from her high, Aquaria sucks her fingers clean, humming around the digits before laying down beside Brianna on the bed. They kiss softly until Brianna feels Aquaria shiver and she motions to Aquaria to stand up so they can both settle in under the blankets. Aquaria snuggles up to Brianna’s side, her head on her chest and her arm slung over Brianna’s waist.

“Aquaria?” Brianna stretches out her arm to play with Aquaria’s hair

“Mm?”

“Do you want to stay tomorrow? I mean, like, spend the day with me? I know it’s Christmas and you probably have plans with friends but I just thought I’d - ”

“I don’t have plans” Brianna feels Aquaria smile against her boob “I’d love to stay tomorrow”

Brianna feels warm in her stomach and her chest. She reaches out for Aquaria’s hand and brings it up to her face, kissing her palm and the inside of her wrist before letting it drop.

“Brianna?”

“Mm?”

“Can we try making mulled wine tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah. Good idea”

Aquaria hums happily and nestles further into Brianna’s side, tangling their legs together.

“Yay! You’re the best, Brianna.”

The way Aquaria says it makes it sound true, Brianna thinks as she falls asleep.

#craquaria #miz cracker #aquaria #lesbian au #smut #fluff #rpdr fanfiction #submission #teenwitch #oh the weather outside is frightful

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sending-the-message · 7 years ago

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My son has been missing since Christmas and I just found something disturbing in his room by thirtysixCF

I believe it goes without saying that every parent's worst nightmare is to lose their children.

One month and two days ago, that nightmare became a reality for me as I took a single bite of Santa's cookie and went upstairs to wake my two boys up. My youngest, Clyde, had already been awake and sitting patiently on his bed, eagerly awaiting my signal to head downstairs and start opening gifts. This was not all too surprising, what twelve and seven year old boys sleep in on Christmas morning?

What was surprising was that Jack's bed was empty. He was nowhere to be found, despite my tucking him in his bed and wishing him a good night around 9pm the previous night.

The detectives are supposedly still investigating but I am fully aware of the horrifying statistic that after the first 48 hours of being missing, the chances of finding my son become very slim. I'm also quite sure that they still consider me a suspect, although their initial investigation failed to prove that.

Earlier today, while helping Clyde with his math homework, I threw one of his little nerf footballs across the room and after a couple bounces, it became lodged between the wall and Jack's bed. I walked on over and pulled the bed away from the wall a few feet to retrieve it, and that's when I noticed the loose floorboard.

I don't understand how this was missed by both myself and the detectives that scoured his room, but it was quite obvious once I did notice it. I believe what I found in there may have something to do with Jack's disappearance.

Being a single father of two and working a full time job left me very little time, especially around the holidays, to carry on the many different Christmas traditions that I had as a child. So on the first day of December, when I first saw the little raggedy-looking elf on the shelf, I was very impressed that Jack had took it upon himself to start this tradition for his little brother. When I had first asked him about it, his demeanor changed drastically and he demanded that no one ever touch the elf. I left it at that, after all, the story says the elf will lose its magic if touched by a human. I didn't want to ruin it for Clyde so I just played along. Each morning the little elf would show up in a new spot in our small home, I was so proud of my boy for being such a great big brother.

The reason I bring the elf up is because what I found under the floorboard in his room was some kind of homemade children's book titled “Elf on the Shelf”. It was written crudely with different colored markers for each letter, although clearly written by someone with a very shaky hand. I handed the book over to the detectives, but not before writing down a copy for myself.

I really don't know what to make of this but I know it has something to do with whoever took my son.

Elf on the Shelf

Have you ever wondered how anyone could know

If you're naughty or nice each year as you grow?

For hundreds of years, it's been a big secret.

It now can be shared, if you promise to keep it.

This year you were chosen, he sent me to you.

I watch and report on all that you do.

My job's an assignment from the big man himself.

I am just his helper, a little scout elf.

While I'm here visiting the place you call home

Remain in your room, be sure not to roam.

Once you are ready, the mission can start.

Whose name will you scream as he rips out your heart,

Will it be Father or Clyde?

He can't take you all, so you must decide.

Each night while you're sleeping, to your room he will fly.

No one can know, or else they will die.

Of course a little magic helps me be quick.

I record your whole day and report with a click.

I tell him if you have been good or been bad.

The news of the day makes him happy or sad.

One word about this and I'll report to the boss,

But keeping this secret will not be a loss.

In the car, at the park, or even at school,

Word will get out if you break a rule.

He will be gone before you awake,

Speak a word to anyone and your brother I'll take.

You'll jump out of bed and come running to see:

Who'll be the first to beg and to plea?

Maybe in the kitchen, the bathroom, or the den

Is where you'll find dear Clyde met his end.

I can hide on a plant, a shelf, or a frame.

Where will I be? Let's make it a game.

There's another important rule you must know,

Choose to ignore it and his rage will grow.

Keep your window unlocked before you climb into bed,

Think wonderful thoughts inside that little head.

How else can he check how good you have been?

He might start to think you forgot about him.

The night before Christmas, my job's at an end.

The rest of the year, in paradise we'll spend.

So blow them a kiss and bid them farewell.

We'll fly far away but you can never tell.

Of course they will miss you, but wait 'til next year.

When the holidays come, I'll again reappear.

I wish every girl and each boy a safe to place to hide,

Until next year when I visit young Clyde.

I am only posting here out of complete desperation, if anyone knows anything that could help locate my sweet boy, please message me right away.

#reddit #nosleep #scary #story

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steamishot · 5 years ago

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Last of 2019

Back at work and I’m the only one in my office this week. Highlights from the last two weeks:

Spent a good amount of time on the east coast. Vacations are much better when you aren’t as pressed for time. I think the last time I was in NYC, it wasn’t hard to say bye because I didn’t even physically/mentally settle in. When I had more time during this trip, I had more capacity to process and reflect about things. It felt like I was slowly building my life there, but had to return. I didn’t want to come back. Luckily, the weather was good the majority of the time I was there. It wasn’t unbearably cold, and it only rained my last night and day.

Matt and I learned more about how to cohabitate with each other on this trip. He’s gotten used to living alone, so he would make comments about my hair being everywhere, or wanting me to do things a certain way (i.e. not step in the bathroom with sandals on, not leave clothes on the chair, etc.). I said if he really wants to live with me, then he has to learn how to live with me and have some compromise. He told me, if/when I move to NYC, I’ll feel more free and have more freedom because I’ll be living “alone”. I said freedom from what? He said family obligations and the such. I think that I’ll be more individualistic but I won’t be “free” because I’ll have duties as his partner, which I think may be more constricting than what my parents expect of me LOL. As opposed to my parents who do their share of work at home, I most likely will pick up the household chores at home with Matt. I also won’t have my own space to retreat to, so I’m not sure how that will be.

During my time there, two “major” things happened- 1. I endangered his building and us by accidentally leaving the stove on for 8+ hours. 2. He realized he lost $500 in cash. The first thing happened on Christmas day. All his housemates were gone, so we were hanging out/eating breakfast in the living room/kitchen. I had just arrived back from my Washington DC/Pennsylvania trip the night before and we barely got to talk about it or hang out because he got back late as well. In the morning, we were bickering because I felt he was insensitive and annoying. I was probably too focused on being annoyed that I was careless with the knob. Instead of turning it off, I turned it completely to the opposite side of low, where the stove was still on but no flame was burning. We made up during breakfast and as we were walking up the stairs back to his room, he said “all the stoves are off?” as he glanced over to check. He was looking for flame and didn’t see any so thought we were good. I looked over too and was almost gonna go closer since I didn’t have my glasses on. I decided that it wasn’t important to double check myself lol and thought his judgment was good enough. We got ready and left the house for our Christmas fun. When we came back 8+ hours later, we smelled gas as we approached our door (on the 3rd floor of the building). Instinctively, Matt placed his hand on the door to check if it warm.

Very fortunately, nothing was set off. The windows were all shut tight as well. He rushed in to turn off the stove and opened the windows. The smell of gas was so strong, I was afraid of breathing it in and cowardly went back outside LOL. In hindsight, Matt was very brave. We both went back outside and then decided to just go upstairs again and hang out in the balcony right outside of his room. He turned on the fan and the vent, and also charged his phone (which in hindsight might have not been the brightest ideas, since we’re supposed to not use anything electrical for fear that it would create a spark and start an explosion). We didn’t have a CO meter. The smell of natural gas went away about an hour later, but we didn’t want to risk sleeping in the apartment that night in case there were traces of CO or not enough oxygen ratio(?). I ended up getting us a hotel walkable to his workplace. He was stressed out because it was late already ~9pm when this happened, and he would have to be up at 6am. As we were about to leave the apartment in a rush, he realized that he had left his keys inside his room that we already locked. He was very heroic and was able to break in to his own room with a knife in a couple minutes. The last time that happened (one other time), it took him a few hours to break back in. It all worked out and the hotel we stayed at was very nice. They provided yoga mats, blocks, and resistance bands, and had delicious tea in the waiting room. Our series of fortunate and unfortunate events...

When we got to the hotel, we looked a bit strange as we were holding a few packing cubes, like we just threw some stuff together before arriving. The next morning, he left to work and I brought our stuff back to his place. Long story short, his cleaning lady was over at his place to clean. Tenants are supposed to leave their room open if they want the lady to go in and clean their room. He wanted his room cleaned, so I would have to leave it open, but he needed his valuables to be packed away. The cleaning lady was already there when I arrived, which made me feel a little safer knowing that the place is safe and not gas infested anymore lol. Per his instructions, I tidied up and locked up some valuables in the closet. He asked that I also lock up his cash (which he claimed was in his drawer). But I couldn’t find it and had to leave because I had a hang out planned with my new Japanese friends. So while I was out with my new friends, Matt was anxious at work about his cash. When we met up after he got off work that night, his OCD was on blast and he couldn’t stop thinking about his money being lost. The cleaning lady ended up not cleaning the room even though I left the door open, maybe because the door was shut when she first arrived? At first he accused the cleaning lady of stealing it, but he couldn’t remember where he last saw the money. We spent two nights and a day catering to his OCD and cleaning out his room to try to find the money. Til today, he still is ruminating about this and can’t figure it out.

This series of events, place almost burning down -> losing $500 was very stressful for Matt. His parents and I keep telling him that $500 is not a big deal. For him, it’s not the amount of money that’s important, but he is bothered because he did something “careless” and can’t even remember where he went wrong.

Recap on my “solo” trip to Philly/DC. In socal, I’m familiar with the idea of Chinese tours as my parents have gone, and I have gone once as a kid with my mom and grandma. There’s a meeting spot, ideally with a parking lot. In NYC, I couldn’t really picture how that would work as the roads are crazy and parking is limited. I was kinda anxious about my trip, but once I got a text from my tour guide the day before, I felt safe that I had a contact. I seamlessly found my way to the meeting spot via subway in the morning. I saw one middle aged Chinese lady and a couple standing there. I asked them if it was for the tour. Funny enough, that couple would be my new friends later on in my trip. My tour group was 16 people total – a thai family of 6, a Filipino family of 4, a Chinese lady with her Chinese friend and son, the Japanese couple, and me. On the first day, I sat behind the thai lady and her ~7/8 year old daughter. They were bougie thai with fur jackets, prada bags and designer shoes etc. They reclined their seat so far that I was pretty uncomfortable and annoyed. The first day, we went to Princeton, Philly hop on/hop off tour, Lancaster/Amish tour, and then dinner. The coolest thing was getting to learn about and see the Amish. Everyone on our tour decided to eat at the buffet that night. We all sat in one section, and fortunately the Japanese girl asked if I wanted to join them. We ended up getting along well, and had some things in common: we’re all 27, they did and are doing long distance (dating 6 years, married 1 year), they’ve lived in LA for a few months, I’ve been to japan a couple of times, we all watch terrace house lol. I was happy that I had people to hang out with on the tour, as the other families kept to themselves.

The second day of the tour was awesome. I didn’t really have too much of an interest in DC before, but the town is beautiful. I want to go back to explore more. We got to see the white house, Lincoln memorial and US Capitol. I learned a lot at the US Capitol and really enjoyed our tour. As our white lady tour guide asked our group where everyone was from, she chuckled when everyone else named a country and I named a city – Los Angeles. She said in her 40 years of being a tour guide, she found that those who are from LA or Chicago tend to just say LA or Chicago, whereas other people would say their state. My argument is that more people know what Los Angeles is than what California is. And Chicago is definitely more well-known than “Illinois” haha.

Memories that we created:

He made me breakfast twice.

I built his Bunkie board. He had complained about his Casper mattress, and I found out he wasn’t using the correct platform to support his bed, and it was actually sinking in and causing backpain.

We exchanged Christmas gifts. I made him a photobook. Due to some shipping issues, they actually shipped one to his address, and one to my address. So my Asian ass is happy I got two books for the price of one and didn’t have to pay anything extra for shipping. He really liked the gift. But the photo quality wasn’t the best. He got me an instax camera. I thought the color was ugly lol, because of course he bought the one that was on sale, but enjoyed using it during my trip.

We checked out the Bryant village winter park, which was overly crowded and went to the rockerfeller tree.

I watched him hysterically laugh at ronny chieng’s Netflix special. It was especially funny because Ronny describes people like matt exactly- Chinese Americans who live in NYC, who rely heavily on online platforms (Amazon, uber eats, instacart, etc.), have tonal problems, and loves money. His skit about Chinese people and their relationship with money and being a doctor is hilarious.

We went ice skating in a REAL winter outdoorsy area. He fell. I didn’t.

We started this tradition of going to Murray’s cheese shop every time I’m in NY. They have wonderful cheeses and cured meats.

We had a very Christmas-esque Christmas day. I got us tickets for the Christmas Spectacular with the Radio City Rockettes, which seems to be a very traditional holiday show. Their first performance was in 1933. They’re very visually pleasing and the show reminded us of the magical feeling of Christmas. In one scene, as they showed the biblical history, they brought out real sheep and a camel which was amazing haha. We then picked up vegan sushi and ate it at Central Park, where the lake was frozen. Then had a delicious hot pot dinner.

Almost burned the house down. He called me careless, but I asked him to name something positive about the event. He said he enjoyed when I was screaming for his safety and kept reminding him to come outside to breathe fresh air.

Lost $500 incident and worked through that lol

Marie Kondo’d his room. NYC is very generous with paper bags so he had stacks and stacks of grocery bags because he is a hoarder. We finally got rid of that.

Brought him to eat at this amazing Cantonese café that serves crack hk milk tea. I found that place when I had the day to explore myself, and liked it so much I was willing to go again 2 days later. Happy to know there is a branch in SGV too. He also found the milk tea mindblowing. The prices are also incredible for NYC. We over ordered and overate, and the bill was still under $25/person. This restaurant is definitely LA prices.

Went to iPic luxury theater using a gift card I received to watch star wars. We initially had planned on watching it at an AMC since he was able to get discounted tickets ~$18 for 2 which is a complete steal in that city. However, with my gift card, we would only have to pay $3. He ended up really liking the experience and called it the “first class” of movie going.

Did some shopping/window shopping at uniqlo, Canada goose, and moma store at Soho. I only heard about the brand CG a few months ago when I saw a youtuber wear it. I looked it up and learned that it’s at least $500 to almost 1k per coat. I saw a few people in London wear it, but lots of people in NYC (especially the Asians) wear it for a status symbol. Matt, being the elitist that he is, was interested in it too and started pointing out everyone wearing one. So we went to check out the actual store to see what the hype was about. Not worth it for me.

Ate delicious oysters. 3 rounds!! That vinegar and lemon combo tho. Tried oyster stout and it was good! Our seafood dinner was also delish.

Made and ate cheese/meat/fruit platter while watching Long shot.

Tried NY cheesecake for the first time!

Things I learned from my Japanese friends about Japan/Japanese people:

Everyone follows rules and regulations. People are afraid to go against this and say no. This may make life stressful and cause a higher suicide rate

People normally commit to the same job after graduation. It looks bad to job hop. The best way to earn more/be promoted more is to stay at the same company.

If you find money on the floor, you’re supposed to bring it to the police station where they will ask you a series of questions (where did you find this, what time, etc).

People use wallets/phones/valuables to save their spot

Japanese iphones/smart phones always have the shutter sound on their camera, even on silent, and even if you’re using earphones. This is because of their pervert problems. HOWEVER, she showed me a trick where you just take a video instead and can still be perverted lol.

My 2020 resolution is quite contingent upon how Matt’s life will unfold. I go back and forth between wanting him back in California, or wanting him to stay in NYC. I don’t care too much about professional growth, as long as I have a steady and high enough income. I need to figure out which program he will be going to next in order to plan out when I will quit my job and if I will move. After coming back from the east coast, I realize that I’m a little stunted being in the same city. I’ve lived in LA my whole life, went to school here, and am still here post-grad. I still do feel like a bird in the nest. After a while of exploring NYC, I felt like I ran out of places I want to visit. NYC is definitely more city life. For fun, people go out to bars, restaurants, clubs, museums, parks, and shopping. It’s crowded everywhere and hard to get away from people. I enjoy how LA provides a mixture. There are city like parts, but lots of suburban areas in between. I thought I was gonna walk a lot during my NYC trip, but I realize walking there feels so much more tiring than it does here because of how crowded it is. When I walk a mile here on campus, it feels refreshing because of the greenery and nice weather. It’s relaxing. Over there, you’re just packed like sardines and there’s a lot of foot traffic which makes walking difficult sometimes. It’s also dirtier and not as naturey. I don’t mind being on the east coast for a year or more. There’s so many places I haven’t been to and the plane ride to Europe is so short from there!

I tend to have this thought right when I come back, and then start settling in again and getting comfortable haha. So let’s see where 2020 takes us.

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…clearly I couldn’t think of a title for this post. Original Twitter thread found here.

Today we’re going to be trying to figure out the time period that Anne of Green Gables is set in and talking about the fashion of that time. This is going to be a multi-part series with a lot of images. Seriously, I have like 10 pages of notes and a LOT of pictures bookmarked.

So I’m gonna ask y’all to be patient with the speed on this one, okay?

Let’s start with what we know about the time period of Anne of Green Gables. (Not any of the sequels – in this thread, I will be treating AOGG as a standalone work.)

First, Montgomery wrote it in 1906 so it can’t be any later than that. In “Anne to the Rescue”, the Prime Minister who’s visiting Charlottetown is definitely John A. Macdonald. Marilla comments on his nose and that was something many political cartoonists caricaturized about him.

He was Canada’s first Prime Minister, and also technically the third as he served twice with another dude between his two terms. The first time was from 1867 to 1873 which is way to early to be Anne’s time period IMO.

Going by the fashion of the time alone, you’re looking at straight, tight sleeves and very slight bustles. Puffed sleeves don’t fit.

Purple dress by Southend Museum Services via Wikimedia commons. Red dress photo is public domain from the Met via Wikimedia commons. First fashion plate is public domain via Wikimedia commons and the second is by Nicole.c.s.y93 via Wikimedia commons.

John A. Macdonald’s second term was from 1878 to 1891. “Anne to the Rescue” takes place in January of Anne’s second year at Green Gables. December of Y2 is when Matthew gives Anne the Christmas dress, and that year the size of the puffs have gotten even larger.

Let’s backtrack slightly and define our time periods.

Canada became a country (according to white people) in 1867. I’m sure y’all knew that. In any of the time periods Anne could be set in, the British influence will still be very strong. Because of that, in this series, I’m going to use the British eras for reference. (Eras in British history refer to who was ruling at the time.)

Queen Victoria = the Victorian era. King Edward VII, her son = the Edwardian period. Victoria’s reign was 1837 to 1901, and Edward was on the throne 1901 to 1910, but there is actually some overlap when you’re talking fashion, since fashion changes aren’t instant. Like, if you look at early 1990s, they look very 1980s.

As well, sometimes the term Edwardian is retroactively applied to fashion things that happened during the actual Victorian period as Edward was a big leader and influencer of fashion. So some stuff from before 1901 can be considered Edwardian. I know it’s a bit complicated, but we’re all on the same page, yeah?

Also Victoria Day is May 20th this year. Her birthday was May 25th so our holiday is the Monday before the 25th. May long weekend is also my town-wide garage sale. Not related, just a fun fact.

As Canada is a Commonweath country, obviously the British influence was huge. And still is, to some extant. We have the Queen on our money, we have Victoria Day, Boxing Day, we spell thing with u’s. It was even greater in Anne’s time period, though. Canada was colonized under Queen Victoria’s reign. So when we’re talking fashion, it makes the most sense to me to look to that direction than to look to the US for context.

Another thing I find interesting – they have afternoon tea in Anne, and Queen Victoria was the one who made that a Thing. One of her ladies in waiting began having a small meal in the afternoon, usually around 4, as she couldn’t wait for til a 9pm dinner. (I get that. My blood sugar isn’t down for that schedule either.)

The lady would invite friends into her dressing room for it and Victoria caught wind of it and really liked the idea, and it became an elaborate thing. That’s where “tea gowns” are from. Which I’m not going to get into because this thread is going to be long enough, but look up sometime. That was in the 1850s and you can see how normalized it is in Anne by our time period.

I just thought that was neat lol.

So, 1870s fashion we talked about.

Moving into the 1880s, it’s not too different. Still narrow sleeves, and skirts narrow as well besides a brief resurgence of the bustle in the middle of the decade. This is, I believe, the fashion period that Marilla is using to make Anne’s dresses in the beginning of the book.

This, for instance, is a great picture from the mid 1880s – from this site, used with permission.

This was a wealthy family from Ontario wearing their best clothes, so this wouldn’t be so much everyday clothes but it helps you get the idea.

Random trivia, the lady on the bottom left with the very short hair – she may have been recovering from a bad illness. A lot of the time when women in this time period cut their hair very short, it was because they were very seriously ill and couldn’t manage the upkeep.

In general, your early 1880s has a lot of 1870s influence… typical for most decades of fashion. It’s pretty minimal in silhouette.

Brown plaid dress and floral dress by the Met via Wikimedia commons.

The bustles from the later half of the decade are kind of great though. (Bustles are the big butt bumps.) This isn’t even as big as they could get.

LACMA, Met, Met, they’re all public domain, I’m getting tired here, lol.

Going up to the very end of the 1880s, you’re still in that same area.

Some pictures from 1888. Pictures from here out are from Libraries and Archives Canada or the Met’s fashion plate collection. All are public domain. Click to enlarge I think.

And some stuff from 1889

Oh and this is a series of photos from I think an ice show in early 1889 which… what is going on in this ice show? There’s another I can’t find now, I think, where her skirt is just a tennis net?

Okay, back to establishing our timeline. Sleeves begin to puff as we move into 1890. Some of these pics have specific dates which is super cool.

So, we have March 1890, May 1890, and July 1890.

I particularly like this one from October 1890 that’s titled as “Nidd, Mrs. & Friend” and how much it looks like an awkward prom picture.

Last one from 1890, specifically December 1890.

Moving into 1891, the sleeves continue to get larger but usually not as huge as they’ll eventually become.

Also I keep wanting to make up backstory for these people. Like that second picture especially. Who are they?