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[cristinabcn]

ASIA: SERIES MODERNAS de TV CHINA (II)

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[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: The Novel Directory

Season 1

Origins (Part 1), Origins (Part 2), Stormy Weather, The Bubbler, Lady WiFi, Copycat, Mr. Pigeon, The Pharaoh, Horrificator, Rogercop

Season 2

Darkblade, The Gamer, Reflekta, Timebreaker, Simon Says, Volpina, The Collector, La Befana, Kung Food, Evillustrator

Season 3

Vanisher, Riposte, Captain Hardrock , Syren, Dark Cupid, Intermission, Animan, Puppeteer, Pixelator, Guitar Villain, Princess Fragance

Season 4

Despair Bear, Sapotis, Anansi, Troublemaker, Intermission 2, Silencer, Desperada, Ikari Gozen, Crocoduel, Robostus, Prime Queen

Season 5

Zombizou, The Mime, Gorizilla, Sandboy, Reverser, Party Crasher, Frozer, Frightningale, Intermission 3, Malediktator, Style Queen, Queen Wasp, Catalyst

[websterstylemag]

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[mrperfumerias]

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[jng-yuan]

DAWN. — mr. darcy!diluc x gn!reader.

i. as the sun slowly peeked through the fields, passing the shadows of distant trees and fences, you listened to the birds sing, announcing once again the start of the morning. silence would do you good, you thought; your head seemed to be full of different things, but they all would lead you to daydream about the same thing: him.

ii. you could still recall the time when you first laid your eyes on his figure. yes, he seemed tense, his gaze stoic and cold, almost as if he was bothered to be on the ball your family held for the locals. but to you, he looked ethereal; his features were eaten away by a burning passion. his presence alone was enough to stop the dancing, as everyone turned to look at him, astonished by his looks and his status.

as diluc ragnvindr made it to the end of the long hall, people gathered at the center of the room to return to their prior activities, such as dancing or gossiping about the rich man that has just came through the door.

you were suddenly pulled out of your trance, as your older sister grabbed your arm, passing familiar people to finally stand by your father to introduce the family to mr. ragnvindr and his companions, mr. alberich and miss minci. when it was your turn to bow your head in respect as your father told them your name, you felt someone strongly stare at you; you moved your eyes, searching for the person who was eyeing you down just moments ago, your gaze met his. and as if the world stopped, you could see a hint of embarrasement and surprise at being caught.

that night you went to sleep suprissing a smile, with diluc ragnvindr being the last person on your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

iii. back to the present time, your eyes wonder on the green scenery infront of you, until you recognize an individual walking throught the rained–wet grass of the fields, making his way towards you.

needless to say, you trotted out in a hurry, not caring if your clothes got dirty from last night's dew or from the mud that was on the ground. all the thoughts in your head kept screaming at you to just get to him. his appearance and the air he carried imprinted a memory full of love on your heart.

with each step you felt how your heart cried with happiness, reflecting on your features a glazed look, full of hope and happiness to finally see him. once you finally reached him, you were just amazed.

to love this man was divine; all your senses became overstimulated when it came to him. you could recognize his strong, yet warm fragance of wood and grapes from a mile away; you could still feel the lingering touch of his fingers enlaced with yours; you could spot his fiery red hair through a full crowd. you just loved him, in every way you knew.

as diluc lifts his hands, watching you with a lovestruck gaze, you let yourself lean in his touch, listening to the rythm of his breaths, feeling your eyes flutter at the peaceful sound. and as you're about to confess, he takes the word:

— "i will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love— i love.. i love you. i never wish to be parted from you from this day on".

[yasp]

Akumas count

My partner and I were bored one day at 1:00 am during our 24-hours-shift. Since we both like MLB, we came up with a recount of all the akumas and who caused them. Here is the summary with the most important results (obviously not all).

SINGLE AKUMATIZATION RESPONSIBLES:

21 AKUMATIZATIONS: Marinette Dupain-Cheng

· 1 point: Antibug, Volpina, Santa Claws, Prime Queen, Befana, Heladiator, Inverso, Anansi (shared with Alya), Queen Wasp, Father Wolf, Master Noel, Reverser, Animaster (shared with Chloe), Bakerix, Truth, Guiltrip (shared with her classmates)

· 5 points: Gang of Secrets

19 AKUMATIZATIONS: Chloe Bourgois

· Timebreaker, Lady Wifi, Demoilustrator, Rogercop, Horrificator, Dark Cupid, Princess Fragance, Kung Food, Vanisher, Reflekta, Heartstone (first appearence), Despair bear, Frigthningale, Zombizou, Glaciator, Stormy Weather 2, Animaster (shared with Marinette), Miraculer, Sole Crusher,

13 AKUMATIZATIONS: Gabriel Agreste

· 1 point: Bubbler, Simon Says, The Collector (shared with Adrien), Gorizilla (shared with Adrien), Fashion Queen, Catalyst, Catalyst 2, Chat Blanc, Miracle Queen, Reina Banana, Fashion Queen 2 (in Optigami)

· 2 points: Love Eater

4 AKUMATIZATIONS:

· Lila Rossi: Chamaleon, Oni-chan, Ladybug (2 points for Princess Justice and Queen Truth). See Special mentions.

· Adrien Agreste: Copycat, The Collector, Gorizzilla (shared with Gabriel F#####G Agreste), Lies.

· Jagged Stone: Pixelator, Troublemaker, Desperada, Crocoduel (shared with Anarka).

· Alya Cessaire: Sapotis (should count as 2, but the girls kinda looked for it, so…), Anansi (shared with Marinette), Guiltrip (shared with her classmates),

3 AKUMATIZATIONS:

· Felix Graham

· XY’s father,

· Kim Le’Chien (1 point shared with his classmates)

 SPECIAL MENTIONS:

-They made it themselves: 12

· Oblivio (2 points), Startrain, Pupetteer 2, Gamer, Gamer 2.0, Special NY, Special Shanghai, Rocketear, Wishmaker, Stoneheart (2nd appearance), Party crusher

-Mass akumatization:

  1º Lila: countless (Day of the héroes and Ladybug)

  2º Marinette Dupain-Cheng: 5 (Gang of Secrets)

  3º Felix Graham: 3 (Felix)

-Everybody is against me!

  1º People of Paris: Mega Leech

  2º Pupils on Mrs Bustier’s class: Guiltrip (BUT Chloe, Sabrina, Lila and Adrien)

What do you think?

[itwasnot-a-phasemom]

Some headcanons:

Mr. Compress wears perfumes by Mugler, i mean, have you ever seen a haute couture fashion show by Thierry Mugler? there’s no way Compress would not like that.

Toga likes Candy by Prada, Juicy Couture fragances and Ariana Grande’s fragances.

Dabi likes edgy perfumes, maybe Sauvage by Dior or woody scents.

Kurogiri definitely likes Jean Paul Gaultier fragances i mean look at their fancy bottles.

Magne likes classic femenine fragances maybe Paris by Yves Saint Laurent, some Chanel, some Dior but also more girly scents like Paris Hilton, Can Can or Amor Amor. 

Twice likes light scents but also fresh and fancy ones, maybe Light Blue for him.

Shigaraki likes Axe body sprays, also body sprays from Nike or Adidas, although Kurogiri gave him a bottle of Invictus that he uses on fancy ocassions.

[honeyyvee]

One kiss: Chapter 1

Rating: Mature

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Min Yoonji (Genderbend! Yoongi)/ female reader

↳ Summary:  When your best friend Min Yoonji offers herself to teach you how to kiss the only appropriate reaction is (gay) panic.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Coarse language. Consumption of alcohol.

Notes: Here it goes, part 1 of 3 (maybe?). This was born from Dua Lipa’s song and my love for Yoongi/Yoonji. Not beta-read I’m actually looking for a beta-reader with experience because I have none :( so if you’re interested dm me!

"Yoons, Yoons! I have to tell you something." you sang, storming into your shared apartment.

Your friend was in a staring contest with the computer screen before her, eyes squinting and eyebrows frowning deep in concentration. She had her silver headphones on and most definitely didn't notice your arrival, which was your invitation to kindly turn her towards you by the backrest of her fancy rolling chair.

Her pointed eyes squinted at you in silent chide as she watched you bouncing on the balls of your feet from uncontained excitement. Your smile growing wider with each passing second. A sigh escaped her lips as she slided her pricey headphones off her ears and lifted a brow at you.

"Go ahead." She nodded, and you knew you had her full undivided attention. You took a big breath of air.

"Jungkook invited me out to the movies!" you squealed, bringing your your hands to cup your blushing cheeks.

"Finally." The brunette muttered uniterested, swiveling in her chair to continue playing around with her sound editing program.

"Yah!" You hit her softly with a pillow you stole from the bed "This is a big deal. Be happy for me." You pouted.

"I am." She mumbled, eyes still focused on the screen.

"But, Yoonji-ah... " You drawled.

"What?"

"What am I going to do?" You fidgeted. "What if he... what if he tries something?"

Yoonji snorted.

"Something? Like what?" She raised an eyebrow. "This is Jungkook we're talking about, you'll be fine." She scoffed.

"I'm not talking about something bad Yoons, I'm talking about, you know... kissing. I've never kissed anyone." You muttered.

It was kind of an embarassing secret, that at your 18 years of age you still hadn't exchanged saliva with anyone. You were in college already, and sure there had been oportunities where you could have just threw care out of the window and tick off that event out of the list of «first times», but for you it was something special with meaning. You couldn't just give your first kiss to the first alcoholized fuckboy that offered you to make out in the back of a stranger's house.

You stared at your unresponsive friend's profile, she wasn't looking at you, but she hadn't returned to her editing tasks either. Yoonji stared blankly at the screen, as if searching for the right words to say to you.

"What if I do it wrong? What if he is grossed out by me? Or what if it's really awkward? What if there's no chemistry and he decides to give up on me? I really like him Yoons... "

"That's a lot of questions." She scratched at her cheek.

"Yoonjiii... "

"Alright, alright. You're nervous about kissing him because it'll be your first time and you don't want to mess up right? " she lifted a brow.

"Yeah."

"So, all you need to do is practice. There, problem solved." She shrugged.

"Practice? But how? As in, practice making out with a plushie or something?" A light chuckle escaped Yoonji's pink lips.

"That could do, or you could do it the easy way and find someone to practice with."

"Wha— I've never gotten anyone to kiss me in my 18 years of life and now you're suggesting my lonely, socially awkward ass to find someone who sucks face with me for practice?"

"Guess that is too much to ask for, huh." She grinned.

"Yeah, a little bit." You crinkled your nose. "Besides, kissing someone I don't like to practice for my first kiss? That makes no sense. I don't want to give my first kiss to just anyone y'know? I want it to be special."

"Go find Mr. Teddy Bear then." She scoffed, turning her back to you, adjusting her silver headphones and reassuming her tasks on the computer.

"Yoonji!" You whined, but her slender fingers were already clicking away at the screen, her lead eyes focused on the producing software she invested so much money and time on. You sighed, taking a seat on the bed next to her "genius lab", aka her large wooden desk and rotating leather chair.

"Yoonji-ah..." You tugged on her sleeve. No response.

"Yoonji unnie... Yoonji boo... "

"What." She groaned, rolling her head towards you with a pointed look.

"Come on, please help a friend out...  What should I do?"

"I already told you, but my suggestion wasn't of your liking." She shrugged. "I'm out of ideas."

And with that final word she made an attempt to turn around on her chair again, your desperate hand stopping her in the move. You still didn't know what to do. Yoonji was your only female friend and most trusted advisor, but you knew how short her patience was when you interrupted her work. If she turned around one more time, she would not listen to you even if you pestered her to death. Third was the charm.

"But... there has to be something! You have lots of experience, I bet you're an amazing kisser. Can't you give me some tips or something?" You bit your lip.

"Or something." She mumbled, staring straight at the wall, not looking back at you.

"Yoonji!" You cupped her face and turned her around to look directly into her piercing gaze. One puppy look was enough to convice her.

"Fine." She grumbled, swatting your hands away from her soft cheeks.

"Really?"

Her lead eyes pierced through yours, with a click of her tongue she conceded.

"Sure, although" a devious smirk curled on her lips ", it would be better if I showed you." Her black pools of chocolate flitted to your lips. Your heart stuttered. Yoonji's nimbly arms reached for either side of you, getting hold of the edge of the matress as she leaned in uncomfortably close, caging you between her body and the bed. Her soft vanilla and coffee scent engulfed you as you stared at her with blank, wide eyes. What the fu...

You scooted back on your butt. "Yoonji wha— " Her slender fingers shushed you, her left hand pinning you down in place. You stared in awe as her black locks of hair swished around as she softly shook her head no to you. As if telling you in one single wordless movement, Don't cower, don't back down, you wanted this, no? Deep eyes were on yours again, a glint of intensity in them that froze you in place and god, you could barely breathe.

"Yoonji... " Her delicate fingers traced feathery patterns up the side of your arm, to your neck, until their final resting place craddling your face. Goosebumps raised all over the trail of her touch, it was ironic really, how you could be so tense and yet melt into her cold fingertips.

"Pucker up. " She comanded. No room for objections. Not when her slender fingers caressed the apple of your left cheek, especially not when her dark eyes diverted to your lips (and for a full second or two, yours did to hers too).

As she leaned in another tortuous centimeter, her mentholated breath ghosted over your lips and the air was knocked out of your lungs. A rush of blood went straight to your head making you dizzy. She was so close you could perfectly smell her fruity shampoo. What is going on...

"A-are you serious?" You managed to whimper out, halfway into giving in and closing your eyes completely.

Yoonji's hooded eyes lazily drifted back to yours, and for a moment something flickered in them, what it was you couldn't point out exactly. But you were utterly positive you had caught the moment something seemed to flash through her mind. What was it? You wondered.

Was it panic for scaring you and taking a joke too far? Disappointment? Did she really wanted you to go through with it? Could Yoonji actually—

"Of course not idiot." She flicked your forehead.

"Oh."

It registered in your mind a couple of seconds later that she had stopped caressing your skin, and the cloud of her delicate fragance had vanished into thin air. She backed away in the blink of an eye adjusting herself on her leather seat and busying herself with her laptop. You watched in stunned silence, still processing the shock of having your best friend's lips so close. Yoonji sighed, giving you a side-glance.

"To be honest I don't understand what you're worrying so much about. Jeongguk is such a virgin" she rolled her eyes ", you can just give him a peck or something." She scoffed.

"I don't think he expects a full tongue french kiss right away. In fact, I don't think he expects a kiss at all."

You processed her words one at a time. He might not expect a kiss at all? By all means Jungkook and you weren't a couple or anything (yet). But the two of you flirted and hung out somewhat regularly; it was a well-known fact that both of you had a thing for the other. He hadn't properly asked you out until now, and the two of you weren't «oficially» going out, but you were pretty sure he would expect something to happen by now. Given all the flirtation that had been going between you lately, at least you were. Were you the only one?

"You think?" You whispered.

But your friend didn't answer back, too preocuppied with her producing to entertain your childish worries any longer. The conversation was over. A soft sigh of resignation left your mouth, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your lips.

"Alright, if you say so."

. . .

You spent that afternoon searching and watching youtube videos for tips about kissing. Listening to youtuber stories about kissing walls or watching a girl making out with a plushie, anything to make you more savvy in terms of lip to lip contact. You felt it would be stupid to actually go out of your way to get a plushie you could practice with, and you weren't as desperate as to make out with a wall... so your hand had to do.

You watched and listened to the tips and instructions the person on the video demonstrated first. Work with two fingers to simulate a pair of lips, start with subtle pecks, move on to one lip, then to the other and then establish a pace, relax. Simple enough, right?

You paused the video and glanced at the ajar door. Yoonji was shut in her room just next to yours, working 'till late night hours on her producing. Surely leaving the door ajar would present no problem, she wouldn't leave that place anytime soon. Besides, you were terribly comfy snuggled in your blankets, your lazy ass didn't fancy getting out of your comfort to shut the door at all. You were drifting to sleep already.

Fuck it...

Leaving your phone aside, you raised your right hand to your face and focused on your middle and ring fingers. As your hand neared into your face, you closed your eyes and let your mind wander to a pair of cupid bow lips.  A delicate touch first, a firm peck. A wish for Jeongguk's actual lips to be softer than your skin. You went for the upper lip first, still incredibly self-conscious and slightly uncomfortable. Another peck, and then lower lip...

After some time you established a rythm and pace, past the uncomfortable first seconds of hyper self-consciousness, you got into it. The friction of your lips and your fingers started making soft barely audible, arousing noises. Your left hand wandered under the covers in search of your aching chore. A gasp left your lips at your most needed touch. It had been a while since you had taken care of yourself, and with all this Jk thing going lately, you sure were in need of some release from your frustrations. So you let go.

There was something akin to abandon as you ground your clit on your left hand and licked and sucked on the fingers of your right one. Years of unbottled sexual energy, unleashed.

You wanted someone, you yearned for someone's touch to melt into. Yoonji's scent reached your nose as an uninvited ghost in your Jungkook illusion and you grunted at the memory, grinding faster into your palm. You were terribly frustrated since the afternoon, if by Yoonji's lack of help or your pitiful situation you weren't sure. But you were fixing that now.

"Want some help with that?"

"Jesus, what the hell!" You screamed, your heart stuck in your throat. Your eyes opened to the sight of a very real Yoonji standing next to your door with and unidentifiable expression on her face.

"Hi." She waved nonchalantly. If your face burned red from embarassment or anger, you weren't sure.

"Yoonji! Holy hell, don't you know how to knock?"

"Door was ajar." She shrugged. You groaned; curse your erred judgement. Good thing you were under the covers.

"Yeah, your point?" You snapped.

A long, tense silence stretched through the following seconds where Yoonji seemed to be looking for the right words to say to you. The air was suffocating, to say the least.

She nodded. "You're right, sorry for interrupting. I came by to ask you if you had seen my earphones." Yoonji averted her eyes, tugging on her ear.

You knew in your heart that none of the discomfort and awkwardness you were experiencing were Yoonji's fault. You had left the door open after all. It was an egoist part of you that wished she had just moved on instead of lingering by the door and interrupting. Or for her to not have left her room at all.

"Y-yeah I returned them yesterday. Should be in your backpack's left pocket."

The brunette nodded silently, her pupils ricocheting from place to place on the ivory carpet. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, and you could not stand another second of it. You sighed.

"Out with it."

Yoonji startled, as if derrailed from a deep train of thought. Which was understandable, considering she had just witnessed your shameless display.

"Were you seriously just now making out with your hand?" She smirked.

Your face crumpled from the bluntness of her question. Wasn't it obvious? your mind screamed. The groan that left your mouth was most certainly not human. You wished for earth to swallow you whole as you hid under your blankets thinking over and over again, Most embarassing day of my life, dear god please take me now.

"Well, I guess it's less embarassing than making out with a teddy bear." You heard Yoonji snicker. You peeked to throw her a half-hearted glare.

"I know, I know, sorry. I shouldn't make fun of you, but when I found you so into it like that... " her lips curled into a smirk.

"Jesus Christ, Yoonji! Stop! Must I die an early death from embarassment? Oh my gosh... " you whined, hiding your face under the covers once more. Wishing she would just go away so you could pretend nothing happened.

Yoonji had other plans though, you felt the weight of her body rest on a far corner of the mattress. Her hands patted the space next to you.

"Hey, it's okay. You were doing pretty good from what I caught. Though that was a little more practice than needed for a first kiss." You swore you could listen to the shit-eating grin on her velvet voice. You grunted.

"You're not going to let me live this one out, are you?"

Yoonji hummed in fake contemplation. "Maybe."

You groaned.

"Hey, Y/N... " she patted your arm.

"..."

The matress shifted, and you could feel her body closer. Yoonji's voice ringing clear in the tense silence of your room.

"Come on Y/N, everyone does embarassing shit. I'm not judging you."

"..."

"Y/N. You're getting out of there and we're settling this awkwardness now. I don't want things to be like this between us." She patted your back.

"How? I can't even look you in the eye, god." You groaned into your pillow. It probably sounded like incoherent mumbling though.

"What was that? That you're coming out and having a drink with me?" You felt her hands roaming about the sheets, feeling up for your legs, stopping at your ankles.

"No, Yoonji don't even da— AH!"

In the blink of an eye the petite brunette had dragged you by the ankles to the edge of the bed. Where her unimaginable brute force came from, you didn't know, but to say you were anything less than perplexed was an understatement. She peeled the blanket away from your body like some kind of human banana and brought you to your feet by a firm tug of your wrist.

"We're having a drink and forgetting this ever happened. Okay?" Her slender finger jabbed at your chest to punctuate her statement, her hand rapidly taking yours on her own, guiding you to the kitchen.

Her bluntness indicated there was no room for you to argue with her about it. One really couldn't say no to a drink from Yoongi's whisky reserve.

She sat you in a stool by the bar, the one with a leg shorter than the others, and dived in the cabinets for a pair of your finest red solo cups and johnny walker whiskey. Peak of broke student culture.

"Ah, Yoonji this is nice and all but you know I don't drink whiskey. Don't think it's a good idea."

"Calm your tits, I won't be serving you whiskey on the rocks alone. I'll tone it down for you." She answered, intently looking around in the refrigerator for something, probably sparkling water.

You watched Yoonji's back as she prepared your drink. She had small shoulders and narrow hips, small waist and spindly limbs. Her pale skin looked even paler under the shitty kitchen lights. A shame her baggy pants didn't show off her small round butt, you thought. And stopped your train of thought altogether at that.

Because Yoonji was turning around with your drinks in her hands, and how the fuck could you explain your checking her out being sober.

You snatched the drink out of her hand, the sooner you got tipsy, the better. Some liquid sloshed around your hands, but you decided to ignore Yoonji's low watch it in the background, tippimg your cup until the liquid was gone for good. You winced at the strong woody taste of it.

"Disgusting." You glared at the empty cup.

"You'll come to like it." Yoonji grinned behind her own cup.

"Really doubt that."

Yoonji shrugged. "Guess not everyone can afford good taste."

You stuck out your tongue at her. She took the cup out of your hand. "Another?" She offered.

You shrugged, a pleasant buzz coursed through your system. "Sure, whatever. I love suffering."

Yoonji rolled her eyes, but got to preparing your drink anyways. "You're such a dramatic."

"Oh shut up, you love me." You winked.

It was a casual retort without any depth to it besides serving as a way to tease Yoonji, your roommate however seemed to stiffen at it. Her motions paused for a heartstopping moment, she seemed to seriously ponder over your statement.

A soft smile spread across her lips as she silently nodded and resumed her task of preparing your drink.

You coughed. "So anyways, how are things going with your mixtape? I take it that you being in the mood for a drink is... " She stopped you in your tracks with a glare.

"Not good news. Ok, sorry."

She handed you your new drink and you took it with more care this time, sipping from it at a slower pace.

Yoonji took a sip from her cup and sighed. "I've been stressing myself too much about it. I just want to get it out, but with all these projects I can't get much done unless I cut on my hours of sleep."

You took a long look at the dark circles under her sunken eyes. Looking closely you could make out the weariness on her delicate features. "Which you must definitely have." You muttered sourly.

She averted her eyes entertaining herself with the contents of her cup. You shook your head and sighed, placed your drink on the bar and your hands on your hips. You were a little tipsy by now.

"Bad Min Yoonji. What would your parents say?" You mustered your best judgemental, all-seriousness face, but ultimately sputtered into laughter at her disgusted expression.

"My parents wouldn't give a shit." She dismissed with a chuckle.

"Well too bad, because they should." You retorted.

She looked at you with slight amusement behind weary eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Both of you fell into an easy silence, continued nursing your drinks while scrolling through social media. It was a nice thing about the two of you, you could enjoy each other's company in peaceful silence.

Halfway through your fourth cup though, your brain decided it was time to end it. Your lids were heavy and your mind fogged by alcohol, you were dropping dead on the bar.

"I give a shit about you, Min Yoonji." You mumbled, behind your arms resting on the surface of the bar.

Unfortunately, Yoonji seemed to hear it, and you weren't done just yet with lovey-dovey time.

"Please take more care of yourself, yeah? That mixtape isn't going anywhere, take your time." You closed your eyes.

"We're getting sentimental, huh." Yoonji chuckled in the background.

You felt yourself slowly but surely slipping away into Morpheus arms when a soft presence and sweet scent engulfed you. You vaguely remember Yoonji guiding you to your bed, her soft vanilla and coffee scent. It stayed with you even after she was gone, even when you drifted to sleep for good, and the ghost of a soft touch tickled your lips.

. . .

The day of your date came and by then you knew a few things about kissing. Teeth were a no, and being nervous about it was definitely a no. Or god may help you, something embarassing that would scarce you for life could happen. Ironically, that made you even more nervous.

We were talking about your very first kiss with a boy who was not a jerk and you really, really liked. You didn't want to embarrass yourself. Maybe it was all those Disney princess movies' fault, that you were so enamoured and idealistic when it came to the idea of your first kiss. Most of your friends' first kisses stories were those of awkward tween embarassment. You didn't want that. You had waited for the right person and the right opportunity, you wouldn't take a disappointment after all those years of saying no to the spin the bottle game.

So when the day came and you had the right person and the perfect opportunity within arms reach— looking at you with bright eyes and pretty, kissable cupid bow lips— you didn't understand why you didn't take the chance.

Jungkook had turned to you to whisper some funny comment about the movie and the both of you had laughed. You liked the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. The way his lips formed an adorable bunny smile was cute, and so you found yourself staring at his mouth for longer than what could be considered socially acceptable. And Jeongguk noticed, his lips pulling into a softer, shy smile as he stared back at you in wonder.

"What?"

There was a glint of amusement in his eyes and you wondered if the thought that was crossing your mind had even crossed his. An unexpected pang of disappointment struck your chest as Yoonji's words echoed, unsolicited, in your head. I don't think he expects a kiss at all. An unknown feeling brewed in your chest as images of your conversation with Yoonji washed over you like a wave. You shook the growing blush on your cheeks with a forced smile.

"Nothing, it's just... "

Jungkook's eyes flashed with realization; your mind panicked.

"You have a popcorn shell on your teeth." You pointed. The reaction was inmeadiate, poor Jeongguk his eyes went unbelievably wide as his mouth hung agape only for his hand to cover it quickly. It was difficult to distinguish the blush in his cheeks with only the glow of the screen to illuminate his face. However, as he turned his face from you and excused himself to the bathroom, you almost felt bad for ruining the moment.

Not quite guilty though, as the pressure of the atmosphere had been too much for you to bear. There was a lot going on your mind... a girl with a pretty pink mouth to be exact.

A sigh left your lips as you ran a hand through your hair, your heart quickening in pace as flashbacks of that afternoon hit you like a brick to the face. Yoonji's eyes, Yoonji's lips, Yoonji's fragance...

You had never been so conscious of how beautiful she was until the moment you had her so close. Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered the fresh mentholated breath that still tingled your lips by mere memory. The pressing thought of what could've happened if the two of you had actually locked lips when she had accepted to teach you, stayed with you throughout the following day. Your main concern being, would it had been awkward between you two afterwards?

You were roommates, so there was that to consider. You didn't want to spend the remaining time of your shared apartment lease contract dealing with uncomfortable tension due to awkwardness. You had known Yoonji for about two years since your childhood friend Namjoon had introduced you to her. She had been helping him with his mixtape at the time, the two of them becoming close friends quickly. Both got along so well and spent so much time together you had even thought they would start dating at some point. And because they were so close and you had thought them to be an item, Yoonji had been off limits.

Joon ended up dating someone else in the end, much to your utter shock. You had been secretly rooting for your friend and Yoonji. And because you had been so inmersed in the supportive friend role you had supressed any feelings for her derived from attraction. Because there had been, in the beginning, when you met her your first thought had been about how beautiful she was. Pink pouty lips, droopy eyes, luscious locks of midnight hair and dark eyes. She was just your type clad in a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, boots and flannel. A starking contrast to your own taste in style but hey, opposites attract.

However, Yoonji was your friend now. For about two years things had been that way, where you ready to break the status quo just in favor of finding out the answer to your what if's? In all honesty, you didn't even think it possible for her to see you any way other than a friend.

For as long as you'd known her, she seemed to not be interested in commitment or relationships, rather indulging in one-night stands and off an on affairs you were barely cognizant of. When it came to her private life she was as hermetical as someone could get. You didn't even know her sexual preferences, and didn't want to seem presumptuous taking a guess.

So it would probably be for the best that you pushed back your curiosity to the back of your mind, it wasn't worth persuing if it meant jeopardizing your friendship with Yoonji. Besides, you liked Jungkook now.

Right?

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[theinternetisforever]

The boy with a thousand smells

Originally posted on 27 March 2014

This is the story of the boy with a thousand smells. But it is not a bedtime story- there will be no magic, no chosen prince with an alluring fragance, no heroic deed, no love and no moral lesson. If that is what you seek, then urge you, I must, that you look elsewhere.

Good. You're still here. Let's begin.

There was this boy. From my class. He sat three seats to the left, four seats down away from mine. Or as Mrs. Rutgers taughts us, that would be a hypotenuse of five seat units away. He was very ordinary. Nothing special. Nothing that beckons our attention. All except for one thing. One tiny, teeny thing.

Yes, you guessed it. He was the boy with a thousand smells. Fragrance was too big a word for me back then. Mind you, we learned Pythagoras' Theorem at a rather tender age.

On some days, he smelt heavenly. Manly. Like he owned the world. And even as a boy, I would cut our hypotenal (yes, it's a made-up word I deemed necessary) distance down to 2 seat units away, just to get a whiff of that. Oh my, how they tickled my olfactory senses. What a curious sensation it was! And the girls, they would just swarm around him on days like those. He seemed overwhelmed and flattered and proud all at the same time.

On other days, he smelt of fruits. Of lychee, or mango. Of strawberry, or cherries. He was a walking fruit stall. And when he walked past, he made me salivate. And sometimes, I wonder why he never smelt like fried noddles. I was too young to realise not every fragrance is a desired smell on the human body.

And on other days, he smelt like a mature woman. Maybe an expensive hooker. Or a rich man's mistress. Or a successful career woman's scent as she made her way up the corporate ladder. The point was that he smelt feminine. And on those days, girls got jealous because he smelt better than them. Not that the guys paid very close attention to these things.

And so I asked myself, 'How did he possess a different smell, day-in, day-out? He couldn't have an entire collection of perfumes, can he now?'

It puzzled me. We studied in the nearby public school and the boy with a thousand smells certainly came from a very modest family. Their modesty certainly prohibiting them, or more specifically, him from being the proud owner of so many fragrances.

So, one morning, I stalked him. I woke up early (that was the intensity of my curiosity. Name me a schoolkid who would willingly wake up earlier for menial reasons). I hid behind a tree and tailed him after he left the house.

If you've already figured out how our boy wonder achieves his vast array of body odours (B.O. here being used in a positive light), feel free to leave at any point without ever finding out whether your solution matches what happened here. Oh, but this is a completely fictitious story though, without a shred of truth (I did not make up Pythagoras' Theorem though, Pythagoras did).

He wandered into the local supermarket. And he unlocked the magical powers (Sorry, I guess there is going to be magic in this story.) of testers. Yes, those rows and rows of free, sample bottles of fragrances. I picked up my jaw from the floor (Yes I dropped it. Pick up yours too!). No wonder he was a suave gentleman on some days, a feminine lover on others, and just a giant walking fruit on the rest. What a potential that he had unlocked! What infinite resources and untapped reserves that he had stumbled upon!

He was never the top boy nor would he ever be. But from that day onwards, this boy, NO- THIS MAN, had my respect, and even feeling a little envious that I had not thought of it myself.

The boy with a thousand smells went on to become the richest man I have ever had the honour of brushing shoulders with. He made our town proud. And he was just a street-smart, creative individual who saw opportunities when others saw culs-de-sac. While the others were surprised, I was not. I was instead reminded of his venture into the perfume aisles and waiting to retell this little foreshadowing anecdote should a reporter decided to interview some of his 'close' friends. I am a firm believer that friendship is measured by the distance between hearts, and not some arbitrary hypotenal (Does it seem more legitimate with a second use?) distance. Reporters, if you're reading this, do drop by and interview me.

In all seriousness, I made up the above paragraph. He was thrown into jail for theft for two years after we graduated. I guess his decision to go beyond free samples was an unwise one.

Considering I've already reneged on my promise to not include magic in this story, I might as well reneged on another. So here's the moral lesson of this story: Smart people steal, dumb ones rob. Until they are caught anyway.

[painandpleasure86]

Thanks @honey-rae-pluto for the tag!!

1. Nickname: Stefi, Lily

2. Zodiac sign: Capri

3. Height: 5 ft 2"

4. Last movie I watched: The General's Daughter

5. Last thing I googled: "la hija del general" to see if the name in English had difference with the name in Spanish.

6. Favourite musician: I haven't an only one fave.

7. Song stuck in my head: You Got It by Roy Orbison

8. Other blogs: a sideblog with lots of another stuff, but usually I forget that it exists and I don't separate between queen stuff and another stuff

9. Blog following: 537

10. Amount of sleep: 7-8 hours usually.

11. Lucky number: I haven't .

12. What am I wearing: a green hoodie with a black t-shirt, grey joggings and my emoji slippers.

13. Dream job: full-time writer and/or lettering artist

14. Dream trip: Some place with a beach, honestly.

15. Favourite food: perhaps empanadas

16. Play an instrument: i used to play guitar (I miss to do it) and I wanna try to play bass someday.

17. Languages: Spanish and English. I know some words in Guaraní (Latin-American language), Russian and Polish.

18. Favourite Song: I haven't an only one!!

19. Random Fact: I stopped growing at 12 yrs old, so in fact I was one of the tallest of my class in elementary.

20. Describe yourself in aesthetic things: smelling the fragance of plants, having a good time relaxing, laying in bed listening music, sunny days, the fragance of coffee in a winter afternoon.

Tagging (no pressure of course): @39seasofrhye21 @warriorteam1924 @juleyla @living-on-my-own-fm @roger-s-maracas @quirkysubject @emmaandorlando @queenies-of-the-universe @grace70svibes @mrs-ianto-jones @borealis-strange and anyone that wants to try!

Thanks for the tag @roger-s-maracas !!

1. Nickname: idk I guess I actually get pluto in real life too

2. Zodiac sign: Virgo ♍

3. Height: 5 ft 9"

4. Last movie I watched: What we do in the shadows

5. Last thing I googled: "carcuma en ingles" while wondering around Tesco's lost because I thought it'd be the same

6. Favourite musician: Marc Bolan

7. Song stuck in my head: Isabelle by Jimi Hendrix

8. Other blogs: I've three side blogs, doctor who, red dwarf and the third is another queen one

9. Blog following: 217 (plus about 30 from the side blogs)

10. Amount of sleep: optional at best (idk like four I spend my nights annoying softnsquishable)

11. Lucky number: 110

12. What am I wearing: my work pinafore and wellies because the car park is like the Somme with all the farm vehicles atm

13. Dream job: writer? Or working in a living history place

14. Dream trip: Italy again? Or just like Japan or somewhere that's completely different

15. Favourite food: tomato soup

16. Play an instrument: guitar a wee bit, but I've done piano on and off since I was about 4

17. Languages: Spanish, Catalan, English, french, Italian, a bit of Scots Gaelic and German

18. Favourite Song: tainted love

19. Random Fact: uhh my favourite piece of poetry is Ode to a Grecian urn by Keats

20. Describe yourself in aesthetic things: Writing on the tension of the water, old wooden doors opening, the strange little dust particles in the sunlight, the thing that you always see moving behind you in a mirror that's gone when you turn around

Tagging; @urlolaluna @painandpleasure86 @stormtrooper-in-converse @softnsquishable @cac661 @melisa-may-taylor72 @a-froger-epic @nicgreen214 @grand-budapest-queen @classicrockbunny and @grahamcockroach

[sethwriting-blog]

Happy New Year - PT2 & end

REQUEST ARE OPEN ( about Seth or Roman first )

Only a pt.2 of  Happy New Year.

More fluffy than something else.short ugh

PS : Sorry for mistakes.

Move on, move on...

That's what you tried to do since your 'friendship' with Seth is now over. Both of you never really put an end to this friendship but you know him, he'll not come back.

It's been six months, your life didn't changed except that you focus more on how guys look at you. Before you weren't interested in guys -Seth was in your mind- and you didn't want to get in a relationship, you weren't ready to get in this type of adventure.You've met Adrien, someone who works in the same office as you. A nice guy he's as shy as you and as nerd as you, he's just a guy version of you.

You invited him at your house not to watch a stupid romantic movie but to watch some old wrestling videotapes. You couldn't even remember of your last dates, it was two years ago and the guy was just boring as hell. Adrien is tall guy, not as muscled as Seth -stop comparing this guy to Seth- ok.ok. But he's cute, his little blue puppy eyes and knows how to talk to me and entertain me.

Adrien came at your house at 11 pm, he brought some presents : chocolates, flowers,a Edge's shirt -your favorite wrestler- and a fragance.

«  I gather according to your presents: I am too thin, that the decoration at my home sucks and that I smell bad, you joked.

 — You're totally right Mrs. (Y/L/N), he giggled.

 — Hope you're joking Adrien or...

 — You're so beautiful princesse, his french accent turned you on.

 — I prefer that ! Making yourself at home monsieur. »

You settled down on the sofa and looked to videotapes of the Attitude Era,by far your favorite period of  WWE. Adrien and you were watching these moments as you guys never saw these.

« Austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass! Adrien and you said with one voice. 

— How Austin cannot be your fav' ! I mean he has everything : mic skills, charisma, amazing in the ring etc... he teased me a little about my passion for Edge.

— I like Austin of course but I prefer Ed... »

The doorbell rang, that should be pizzas that you had ordered earlier. You left opening and you winked several times to realize that Seth was in front of you. You felt your legs softening, your hands started to shake and you couldn't say a word. You tried to speak but only sound could get out, you looked more stupid than something else.

« (Y/N) is everything okay ?! Arien yelled from the livingroom.

— I'm coming in few minutes, just wait.

— Are you sure ?

— Yeah,yeah... you got out and closed the door behind you. »

Seth didn't say a word since you opened the door, he didn't gave you a sign of life since six months. For you, your relationship with him was done, part of your past. He looked so angry, his eyes were darker. You crossed your arms, he did too. You sighed heavily.

«Why are you here ! I hissed.

— Glad to see you too (Y/N), he smirked.

— Listen Colby, I have no time for this bullshit right now.

— That's not bullshit, I just want to have a conversation with you ! 6 months ago, you left me with no explication.

— You've waited six months to come here, you snapped, seriously you can tell me that she dumped you and that I was the plan B.

— You never were the plan B (Y/N) ! You never told me before that you loved me.»

He has a point. You suddendly became quiet, you looked at the horizon at just over his shoulder. You began to be cold and this situation didn't warm yourself even if you were extremely close, a strange tension was between you. You felt

«So it's gonna be my fault as always, you avoided his look now.

— No...

— I'm a normal girl ! I'm too normal to be with you. You cut him off.I weigh four or five kilos of excess.I still have tracks of my acne, I work in stupid company, I am not beautiful, I hate football... »

Then he put your lips. You were surprised a few seconds but you were taken in the kiss which was soft and pleasant not aggressive. One of his hand landed on your hip and the others on your nape of the neck, he pushed your body towards his which warmed you.

«  You're normal, simple, that's make you perfect.Your imperfections make you perfect. That's why I like. I always made a mistake in my girls while you were just in front of me. I was stupid and I apologize for it.  He said agaisnt your lips »

You kissed him once again, his taste was so perfect. Gosh.

« Oh Seth.I missed you, you whispered. »

He hugged you tightly agaisnt him, the best in the world actually. You've waited for this for a very long time, he's the man of your life. The sky was dark only shining stars were the lights in all this darkness. You stayed few minutes in his arms when you remembered about Adrien.

« Adrien, you said, I forgot him.

— And who's Adrien ? He questionned.

— My date.

He gave you a dirty look.

— If we can call it like this. It's more like a night between two good friends, you added.

— Nevermind, you're mine now, he squeezed hardly agaisnt him. And I can hear him snoring from here. »

Yes, you were his.

« (Y/N), I love you too. »

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[newstfionline]

Should You Shower in the Morning, or at Night? Yes.

By Maya Salam, NY Times, Dec. 22, 2017

There were few greater sins in my childhood home than going to bed dirty, though I could sometimes appease my mother by just washing my feet before slipping between the clean sheets. Now, as an adult, I cannot bear to get in bed with the grime of the day clinging to my skin. And I’m not alone.

We are the takers of night showers, and we stand in opposition to the takers of morning showers, a vocal many I’ve bickered with time and again.

Don’t they feel rushed by the countdown to work or school beating down with the shower spray? Don’t they want to squeeze in every possible, precious moment of sleep? Do they really step outside on icy mornings with wet hair, or take even more time to blow-dry? There’s no rationale, or so I thought.

The case for a morning shower. People who love morning showers will tell you there is no better start to the day than by blasting away unruly bed hair and the crust of sleep, or for those who are particularly ambitious, wash off after a morning workout.

“Everybody in my house showered in the morning,” said Nate Martins, a writer from San Francisco. After the water heated up, “we’d all stack up like dominoes,” he said.

“Washing the sleep off, that’s something that I still do,” he said--much to the chagrin of his wife, Natalie, who’s a steadfast night showerer. “There have been times where she’s asked me to shower before bed, especially when I’ve spent a lot of time on public transit.”

For those who have a hard time waking up, a morning shower can make a big difference, said Dr. Janet K. Kennedy, a clinical psychologist and sleep expert in New York. It can boost alertness, she said, but she recommends a somewhat cooler, not cold, shower to avoid raising your body temperature dramatically.

The good and the bad for Team Night. For those who struggle with insomnia, Dr. Kennedy said she’d suggest showering at night, about 90 minutes before bed. “The body naturally cools down as bedtime approaches, in sync with the circadian rhythm,” she said. “Showering artificially raises the temperature again and allows for a faster cool down, which seems to hasten sleep.”

Showering is also a good way to unwind and release muscle tension, she said, which aids sleep.

But don’t get carried away. Those long, steamy showers spent unpacking the day and draining the water heater could damage your skin.

Dr. Gary Goldenberg, a dermatologist in New York and a professor at the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai, recommends a maximum of 5- to 10-minute showers in lukewarm water for most people. Sad, I know.

“Very hot showers tend to take the oil off your skin, and tend to irritate your skin,” he said. “The longer you are in the water, the higher the chance it is going to dry your skin.”

That goes for baths too, he said.

But let us not speak of the bath people.

Does the timing matter for cleanliness? Dr. Goldenberg says that for most people, there’s nothing inherently wrong with showering in the morning, at night or both.

But he knocked fans of night showers down a peg: We’re not keeping our sheets as fresh as we think we are.

“Humans tend to perspire at night,” Dr. Goldenberg said. “When you wake up in the morning, there’s all this sweat and bacteria from the sheets that’s just kind of sitting there on your skin.”

So take a quick shower in the morning, he said, “to wash all of that gunk and sweat off that you’ve been sleeping in all night.”

Not to mention, he added, that a lot of people are intimate at night. “There are so many reasons to shower in the morning,” he said.

Dr. Goldenberg also stressed that most people don’t need to use “real soap,” like Dial or Lever 2000. A gentle, fragance-free cleanser is best, he said.

And while some people, particularly those with shorter tresses, wash their hair daily to keep it from standing on end, there’s no need to do so unless you have a particularly oily scalp, Dr. Goldenberg said.

If you have allergies or sensitive skin, or are concerned about the quality of your water, you may want to have it tested, said Phil Kraus, of Fred Smith Plumbing in New York. For example, New York City adds “quite a bit” of chlorine, an irritant, to its tap water, he said.

One possible compromise: showering twice a day.

Caroline Bottger, a content marketing manager from New York, says that while she usually showers in the morning, she will sometimes shower twice, a decision influenced by her father, who grew up in the tropics and had that habit.

Doing so twice a day is generally fine for your skin and scalp, Dr. Goldenberg said, as long as both showers are quick and you don’t have severe eczema or dermatitis.

If you go to the gym after work or if you work outside, “obviously you want to shower before you go to bed because there’s a lot of sweat--bacteria can cause acne,” he said. “And it stinks.”

Heath Williams, an associate marketing director from Brooklyn, regularly showers twice a day, a habit he developed after college, when he was a schoolteacher.

“So many germs are floating around schools, and you’re on your feet moving around all day, so a shower after felt like a necessity,” he said.

And for those contrarians, there’s also a case for showering midday. If you live in an apartment building where the water temperature fluctuates wildly, you might benefit from showering at off-peak hours, said Mr. Kraus, the plumber.

I must confess, begrudgingly, that all this information may sway me to add a quick morning rinse to my routine. My reasoning about clean sheets and efficiency may not hold up to expert scrutiny. But one thing’s for sure: Working in a big city and touching more surfaces every day than I care to remember, I will always shower before bed. Can’t disappoint my mom, after all.

[unworthy-stars]

Chapter Six (Two) “Birds”

As expected Pechka was gone by the time Russia had opened his eyes. Her warm soft hands weren't touching his cold back. He couldn't smell the fresh fragancy of her ginger hair. Her shadow wasn't apparent next to his. But Russia expected it to happen too. Dreams are only illusions. Dreams can't come true. And Pechka surely is a dream in Russia's eyes.

But a feather was standing on the corner of the bright sill. A nightingale feather. That proved Pechka's existance.

Even if she wasn't a seductive woman, the bird existed!

And of course he felt the necessity to tell his new friend, Karmen. Afterall, friends share secrets with each other! And what a secret he had sheded for so long!

Right away he dressed himself in an appropriate casual outfit, decorated by his handmade scarf and a cute beige beret. He even tried the perfume he was gifted decades ago. A bit intense, but graceful. He really cared for his appearance, and generally make a good impression to Karmen.

He grabbed his golden watch and headed outside. He activated the security alarm by entering the secret password and double locked the door. He didn't leave his home without taking those extra security pre-actions.

He headed to Karmen's house. Of course and he had searched her whole file, after he met her. That's what he did with everyone. He wanted to know more and more about each person that came in his way. The file included her address as well.

Actually it was a block of flats. Her being the one of the second flour. Under the name "Christineskov". No marriage paper found in her file, perhaps her father owned the flat before.

'PRIVET!' Russia slammed the door surprising the girl.

Karmen jumped out of fear when the gigantic person appeared in front of her. She threw the tray of pirozhkis down, spoiling the delicacies. You could see Russia lean down and pick every single one with care.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! Pretty much I scare everyone, maybe that's why they run away from me!' he said as he put the last pirozhki back on the tray.

'I-it's fine, really. Y-you aren't intimidating!' she took a step back.

'Oh my God, really?' he almost covered her with his hug.

The RAD position, Karmen, you do it for the RAD position, she thought.

She felt a bit awkward in his welcome embrace. She was suppposed to feel warm and loved but instead he was emitting a cold sense. Despite his bright smile, his aura stayed dark.

'Anyway...Ivan. Did you contact Mr. Kirkland about the position in RAD?' she parted and headed to the sofa.

'Oh, I guess we'll do it together now! But first I have to tell you something secret!' he ran to the sofa and sat before her.

Karmen looked at him triggered 'Spill it out!'. She was a gossip slut, that's true.

'Last night, my bird Pechka transformed into a beautiful woman!' his smile reached his ears.

That man is mental for sure, Karmen thought. But she couldn't say that what he saw last night was a dream.

'And how did she look like?' she tried to fake a smile.

'Oh she looked stunning!' Russia's eyes shined 'She wore a long etherial dress in the colour of a lavender I once saw in a painting. Her hair was ginger, and really soft. She had little orange freckles all over her body, like they were drawn by an artist. She moved like a dancer, with so much flexibility and grace. She was extremely skinny, I must admit that, and her facial characteristics were sharp but they blended so beautifully with her charm!'

For a moment Karmen was ready to call the police, but she hestitated. What if that "Pechka" was real? What if this stunning woman was indeed real?

What could happen if Pechka was real?

After lots of thinking she ended in the conclusion that she envied Pechka with all her heart. Not only her seductive looks, but her influence on Ivan as well. Pechka could manipulate him and ask for anything her heart pleased! A life-long dream of little Karmen.

'She sounds wonderful. She must be!' she played with her thumbs.

'She is dreamy!' Russia hardly ever blushed, but this time was worth it 'Even if I love Pechka, we should call Arthur now!'

She handed him her home phone, but he prefered his personal cellphone. It was the newest model, costing a fortune. Of course and he'd prefer to use that over a plain telephone.

'Arthur Kirkland speaking. This is a voice mail directed to anyone who calls me while I am doing something else. Leave your message after the characteristic sound. I wish you a good day?' England's voice mail was as dapper as the original England.

Russia heard a sweet 'ding' and started explaining the situation and giving Karmen's contact information. Karmen looked at him curiously, listening to every single one of his words. She was so anxious about that Kirkland's answer. She wanted the job really much.

After one minute of scrutive explaining, Russia closed the phone and put it in one of his large pockets. He smiled at Karmen, knowing that he had failed to contact him. But it was logical since it was six am in England.

'We have to wait a bit as it seems. I'll pop in when I have an answer, da?' he said, grabbed his coat and left the house.

Now. It was time to wait for Pechka.

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Tom Ford Oud Wood Uno de los ingredientes más raros y preciosos en el arsenal de un perfumador es la madera de oud, que a menudo se quema en los templos de Bután de incienso. La madera rosada y el cardamomo exótico dan un camino a una mezcla ahumada de madera, madera de sandalia y vetiver raros. En el tramo final de la fragancia el haba tonka y el ambar añaden calidez y sensualidad. Disfrutala en MR Perfumerias en 12 cuotas sin interés y envio sin cargo 🚚🤗 👉www.mrperfumerias.com👈 . . . . . . . . . . . #tomford #tomfordbeauty #tomfordparfums #oud #oudwood #wood #fragance #fragancias #mrperfumerias #mr #perfumerias #perfumes #perfumesimportados #perfumeriaonline #fraganciasimportadas #perfumesoriginales #cuotas #ahora12 #rosario #happymoment #enjoy #sensualidad #vetiver #ambar #maderarosada #cardamomo #exotico #habatonka #incienso #maderadeoud (en Rosario, Santa Fe) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_A4_k_pS5c/?igshid=et2ymdhazpav