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TETEBANK：全球化视角下的私人银行服务

在当今金融市场瞬息万变的环境下，高净值客户和家族对财富管理的需求日益复杂化。私人银行业务正凭借其个性化、定制化的服务，成为高端财富管理的核心选择。TETEBANK作为领先的私人银行机构，致力于为客户提供全方位的财富管理方案，从资产配置、税务筹划到财富传承，为客户实现财富的长期增值和家族传承提供专业支持。本文将详细介绍TETEBANK的服务特色、核心业务内容及其在现代财富管理中的重要性。

一、TETEBANK私人银行的服务理念

TETEBANK秉承“以客户为本”的服务理念，通过高度定制化的财富管理解决方案满足客户的多样化需求。私人银行不同于传统银行服务，专注于为客户提供高度个性化的财富支持。TETEBANK的专业顾问团队为每一位客户提供一对一的专属服务，通过深入了解客户的财务状况、投资目标和风险承受能力，量身打造适合的财富管理方案。TETEBANK不仅关注客户的财富增长，也重视财务的安全性和长期规划，确保客户的财富在市场波动中得到稳健增值。

二、TETEBANK私人银行的核心服务内容

1. 全球资产配置与投资管理

TETEBANK的全球资产配置服务为客户提供多元化的投资组合，包括股票、债券、房地产、私募股权和对冲基金等。TETEBANK的顾问团队通过市场研究和风险评估，帮助客户在不同的经济周期中找到稳健的投资机会，实现财富的长期增值。无论是保守型还是进取型投资者，TETEBANK都能根据客户的需求和风险偏好制定精准的投资策略，确保客户在复杂的金融市场中获得优质的投资体验。

2. 跨境税务筹划与合规管理

在全球化的财富管理中，税务筹划是一项至关重要的服务。TETEBANK的税务团队擅长于国际税务政策的解析，能够为客户提供一站式的跨境税务筹划和合规管理方案，帮助客户在合法合规的前提下优化税务支出。无论是个人税务优化还是企业税务安排，TETEBANK的税务顾问都能够结合客户的资产分布提供专业的税务支持，以确保客户的财富积累和增值过程中的税务透明性和高效性。

3. 家族财富传承与信托管理

家族财富的代际传承是高净值客户关注的重点之一。TETEBANK提供一系列家族财富管理方案，包括信托管理、遗产规划和慈善基金服务，帮助客户在法律保护下实现财富的有效传承。TETEBANK的信托团队将根据客户的家族结构和传承意愿，设计合理的信托架构和遗产继承方案，确保家族财富的安全传承，使其在几代人之间得到延续和保护。

4. 风险管理与保险规划

TETEBANK在帮助客户实现财富增值的同时，也注重为客户的财务安全提供保障。通过定制化的保险产品组合，包括人寿保险、健康保险和资产保障，TETEBANK为客户提供一整套风险管理方案。顾问团队会根据客户的财务状况、家族需求以及未来的风险承受能力，为客户提供个性化的保险解决方案，以确保客户的家族财富在任何不可预见的风险中都能得到稳固的保障。

5. 高端生活方式管理与增值服务

除了金融服务，TETEBANK还为客户的生活方式提供增值支持，包括高端医疗、全球教育咨询、奢侈品投资等服务。TETEBANK的增值服务使客户在实现财富管理目标的同时，也能够享受高品质的生活体验。无论是健康管理、子女教育规划，还是专属旅行定制，TETEBANK都能为客户提供全方位的生活方式支持，提升客户的整体生活质量。

三、TETEBANK的独特优势

专属顾问团队 TETEBANK为每位客户配备经验丰富的私人银行顾问团队，确保其能获得一对一的财富管理服务。顾问团队不仅了解客户的财务需求，还致力于长期维护客户的财富增长目标，是客户值得信赖的财务伙伴。

全球化资源与本地化服务 TETEBANK在全球金融市场中拥有丰富的资源网络，能够为客户提供全球化的投资机会和本地化的支持，帮助客户在全球市场中实现资产的合理布局。

创新科技支持 TETEBANK通过大数据和人工智能技术，提供实时的市场分析和投资建议。客户可通过TETEBANK的数字化平台随时查看资产分布和收益报告，并与顾问团队在线沟通，实现了财富管理的高效便捷。

四、TETEBANK私人银行在现代财富管理中的重要性

在当前复杂的经济环境中，私人银行服务因其定制化、全面化的财富管理方案成为高净值客户的重要选择。TETEBANK私人银行不仅为客户提供多元的投资选择和风险控制，还在税务规划、家族传承和高端生活方式等方面提供全方位的支持，是客户实现财富增长和家族财务安全的重要保障。

结论

TETEBANK凭借其专业的顾问团队、全球资源以及创新科技，为客户提供高效且安全的私人银行服务。无论是全球资产配置、跨境税务筹划，还是家族财富传承，TETEBANK都致力于成为客户长期的财富管理伙伴。通过个性化的服务模式和广泛的市场资源，TETEBANK不仅帮助客户实现财务目标，还在提升生活品质方面做出积极贡献，成为高净值客户的首选财富管理平台。

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[영상] V 'Slow Dancing' @ 뮤직뱅크 (Music Bank)

[영상] V ‘For Us’ @ 뮤직뱅크 (Music Bank)

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When I Fall in Love (It Will be Forever)

I don’t have an official title for this little scene that I’ve had written for years. It’s saved on my computer as Sabrina AU because it’s based on the movie of the same title - both of them - the classic starring Audrey Hepburn and the later remake in the 1990′s. I was hoping to develop it into a full story, as I love the idea of Myka growing up with Helena and Charles and then seeing how their relationship evolves as adults, but as with all of my works in progress, I haven’t had the time and/or inclination to work on it. But, I still like these scenes and thought even if I never write the full story, it’s worth sharing, especially today when we’re celebrating 13 years of Bering & Wells. Thank you to this fandom - you’ve meant so much to me over these years. 

The summer evening is warm, the breeze coming off the ocean offering a refreshing coolness to the air as Helena unconsciously sways to the melody of the music as she watches the dancers make good use of the wooden dance floor installed on the lawn only the day before. It will be removed before the dawn, but the impression left on the lawn will linger for weeks.

“Who is the woman Charles has been dancing with most of the night?" Mrs. Wells asks her daughter.

"That's Myka."

"Myka? Myka Bering as in the chauffeur's daughter?" she asks.

"The very same."

"She certainly grew up,” Mrs. Wells says, her tone bordering on incredulous.

"Yes, didn't she," Helena says softly.

"Well, I'll not have your brother making a fool of himself, nor me, for the chauffeur's daughter. Not when he's engaged to marry Giselle Banks and we're about to close a deal with her family. You have to put an end to this...this dalliance, Helena."

“Mother, they’re just dancing,” she argues half-heartedly.

“When has Charles ever stopped at just dancing?”

Helena sighs. Her mother has a point. “How exactly do you expect me to end their dalliance, as you call it?"

"Find a way. And do it quickly," Mrs. Wells says after Charles pulls Myka closer to him, whispering something against her ear that causes her to throw her head back in laughter.

Helena glances away from the intimate moment between them and purses her lips to keep from commenting further, to ask why she always must clean up after the messes Charles makes. Before she wishes, her gaze is drawn back to them, and she watches her brother leave the dance floor to go to the bar and then notices Myka walk in the direction of the indoor tennis courts. Charles always was so predictable regarding the end of the evening tete a tete at these parties.

She approaches her brother at the bar where he is pilfering a bottle of champagne and two flute glasses.

"Charles, may I have a word with you?" Helena asks stepping to his side.

"Not now, Helena, I'm engaged elsewhere."

"It will only take a few moments."

"It can't wait until morning?"

"I think you mean afternoon given your habit to sleep in until noon after these parties."

“Fine, afternoon then."

"No, it can't wait. Mother wants to speak with you now."

Charles means to protest but he knows the look currently on his sister's face is one not to be trifled with. "Alright, if I must," he says following her, glasses slipped into his back pockets and bottle under his arm.

The noise of the party fades away when they step into their mother's office.

"Charles Wells, just what exactly do you think you are doing with that woman?" Mrs. Wells accuses as soon as he enters.

"What woman?" he feigns innocence.

"What woman! Myka, the chauffeur's daughter, that's who!"

"Oh, Mother, it's just a party. We were only dancing together."

"Need I remind you that you are engaged to be married to Giselle Banks? Whose parents are at this party tonight and watched you dance with a woman who is not their daughter!"

"It was just dancing," he repeats.

"Charles, you know that we are in the middle of a very large deal with the Banks family, one that could hinge on your impending marriage," Mrs. Wells tells him.

"Well did anyone ask me how I felt about that? I didn't even propose marriage. The minute I brought Giselle to dinner it seemed that my fate was sealed."

"Now this is coming out!"

"Would anyone listen to me before?" he argues.

Helena can see the tension between her mother and brother quickly escalating. "Now both of you just calm down before either of you say something you will regret. Mother, sit down," she says guiding her to a chair. She turns to her brother then. "Charles, sit down too."

"No, I don't want to sit down, Myka is expecting me. I've already been away longer than I should."

"Oh, Myka," Mrs. Wells huffs, shaking her head.

"Charles, sit down," Helena repeats, "so that we can discuss the situation like the rational adults we all pretend to be, please."

Charles resists as long as he can but realizing he's fighting a losing battle succumbs to the request. And instantly regrets the decision. The crack of glass breaking is quickly overshadowed by the yelp of pain Charles emits.

Mrs. Wells is instantly on her feet. "What is it - what happened?" she cries.

"Glasses," Charles squeaks out, already beginning to sweat with pain.

"Glasses? What does that mean?"

"Champagne glasses...in my back pockets..." he pants out.

"What in heavens?" she asks perplexed. "What were they doing in your pocket?"

"Can we discuss the details later? I'm in a fair bit of pain now," he says biting his knuckles.

Helena rolls her eyes. "Mother, call his doctor," she instructs calmly.

"Yes, of course," she says scurrying to do so.

Helena grabs a cushion from another chair. "Here, sit on this."

"Myka! I left her waiting for me at the tennis court. You have to go to her, explain that I can't make it. But you know, maybe not delve into the details," he says biting his lip.

"Very well. You take it easy," Helena says stepping aside for the doctor, who happened to be partaking in the delights of the party, rushing into the room. Helena only hopes he's sober enough to actually help her brother.

"Helena, are you going to Myka?" Mrs. Wells asks.

"Yes, Charles doesn't want her to be left waiting."

"Good. See if you can't also diffuse the situation your brother has landed us in, yes?"

"How much are you willing to pay, Mother, for her discretion?"

"Whatever you think is a reasonable amount. I trust you to take care of the situation.”

Helena nods, ready to get away from her family for the moment, even knowing what they both ask her to do.

She exits the office and quickly finds herself immersed in the party. It's getting late but it doesn't seem to be winding down much, their guests still happy to be drinking and dancing - some of them at the same time with varying results as she notices one man trip from the dance floor into the hydrangeas.

She makes her way to the bar, acquiring a fresh bottle of champagne and two flute glasses. Not having any pockets on her gown, she must make do with carrying them between her fingers.

It isn't a long walk to the indoor tennis court, but Helena takes her time. Myka is waiting for Charles, not her, and she needs to figure out what to say to the young girl she once knew who has become a beautiful woman. And she also has the little matter of making a deal, as it were, at least as far as her mother is concerned. She sees Myka as a potential problem. Helena feels it is Charles and his roaming eye that is the real problem. Myka has little to do with it.

***

Myka stands inside the indoor tennis court waiting for Charles.  She knows his routine.  He will bring champagne, two glasses fitted in the back pocket of his tuxedo, and he will joke and compliment her as he makes a show of removing the glasses.  They’ll drink, they’ll dance.  He’ll kiss her and if she were any of his other conquests, he will make love to her.  Myka cares a great deal for Charles, but he isn’t the one who makes her heart quicken.

She’d looked for Helena all night among the other dancers.  As Charles swept her across the floor, Myka’s eyes roamed the crowd for a glimpse of the dark-haired beauty, but it was all for naught.  Either Helena wasn’t at the mansion, or she simply wasn’t interested in attending the party – the latter hard to believe given she’d always attended them before.  Finally, Myka had given in to curiosity and asked Charles about her.

“Probably in the study making the latest deal,” he had laughed.  “She’s more work these days than play.  But let’s not waste the night talking of Helena when we can pursue more pleasurable activities,” he said, eyes straying down to the tight bodice of her dress.

It was then that he asked her to meet him in the tennis court in ten minutes, giving him time to acquire the desired champagne.  Myka had acquiesced.  What else was there for her to do?  Mrs. Wells had eyed her crossly the moment she emerged on the dance floor and Myka knew no one else at the party save for Charles.

She trails her hand along the netting, edging towards the large windows to look out, just able to make out a sliver of the ocean waves moving against the moonlight.  Perhaps this was a mistake after all.  She doesn’t belong here.  She is only the chauffeur’s daughter after all, raised above a garage that houses cars worth more than her father makes in a year.  When Charles comes for her, she should make her apologies and return to that little apartment above the garage where she belongs.

“Hello, Myka,” comes a soft voice from behind her.  A definitively female voice – a voice Myka would know anywhere.

She spins around at the sound, taking in the sight of the breathtaking woman before her and can only breathe out one word, “Helena,” in a voice that is both awed and reverent.  For it is Helena whom Myka has longed to see after all this time.  And the sight of her does not disappoint.  Helena is radiant in a black sleeveless gown, its fabric clinging to her slim figure and when she steps towards Myka, a slit parts the fabric to reveal a shapely leg and toned thigh and Myka snaps her eyes up to meet Helena’s once more.

Helena didn’t come empty-handed.  She holds a bottle of champagne in one hand and in the other two flute glasses.  “Charles sends his regrets, but he suffered a minor mishap moments ago and is unable to make it after all.  He sent me in his place to apologize.”

“What happened to him?” Myka asks concerned.

“He sat down on champagne glasses of all things,” the glint in Helena’s eyes remains unobserved by Myka who is struck with guilt.

“Oh my god,” she gasps.  “I’m so sorry.  It’s…it’s all my fault.”

“It isn’t,” Helena assures.  “And it’s nothing too serious.  A doctor is with him now, carefully removing glass from his derriere.  He’ll be laid up in bed for a couple days which is nothing out of the ordinary for him, really.”

Myka still looks troubled.

“But at Charles’ insistence, let’s not let it ruin the rest of the evening.  I believe champagne was on order, yes?” Helena says stepping closer to Myka and hands her the glasses so that she may work on opening the bottle.  She manages to pop the cork and a rush of the bubbly liquid gushes out spilling to the floor, splashing at their feet.  A laugh tumbles from Helena’s lips and it has been years since Myka has heard anything so lovely.

Helena takes a glass from Myka’s hands, her fingertips grazing Myka’s skin in the process and Myka would think it an accident if she didn’t do it again with the second glass.  Helena sets the bottle on the floor at their feet before finally glancing up, dark eyes staring intently at Myka, but Myka can’t decipher what she sees in their depths.

“What shall we drink to?” Helena asks her lightly.  “Longevity?  Success?  Fortune?”

“To homecoming,” Myka interrupts with a whisper.

Helena’s eyes soften at the utterance.  “I can drink to that,” she says raising her glass before tipping it back to take a long swallow.

Myka barely sips at her champagne, the taste foreign on her tongue.  Instead she focuses her attention on the breathtaking woman before her, watching as Helena quickly finishes her drink, setting the glass on the floor beside the bottle.

“Well, Charles left me explicit instructions.  I now believe I owe you a dance, Miss Bering.”  And without another word, Helena is lifting Myka’s glass from her hands to set it on the floor also and then she is turning back to Myka, one arm encircling Myka’s waist, the other reaching for her hand.  And the touch is everything Myka has wanted and not at all.  

Helena isn’t here for her, she’s here for Charles, that’s been made perfectly clear, but Myka can’t let go of her regardless.  Helena’s perfume is soft but the skin of her bare shoulder softer still as Myka’s palm rests against it as Helena sways them to the faint sound of music carrying through the open window on a warm breeze.  Myka wants this, wants Helena so desperately.  She allows Helena to pull her closer in her embrace, feeling the soft press of Helena’s breasts against her own, her eyes flutter closed at the sensation and her fingertips grip Helena’s shoulder a little tighter.

They sway to the low hum of the orchestra playing, “Isn’t it Romantic?” and don’t say a word as the minutes tick by.  Myka breathes in Helena’s sweet scent, feels the way her silky hair tickles her neck as Myka clings a little tighter to her, trying to pull her impossibly closer.  Helena’s hand moves from her waist to splay at her lower back, fingertips grazing lower for one moment before the song comes to an end and Helena is pulling away, the look in her dark eyes unreadable.

The orchestra begins a new song, one Myka recognizes as traditionally the last song played of the night, just before the clock strikes midnight and Cinderella loses her glass slipper. The irony that the song is “When I Fall in Love,” is not lost on her. She spent so many memorable nights of her youth gazing longingly upon the guests of these parties dancing, to this very song, coupling off into the night. And now she is in the arms of Helena Wells.

Helena looks at her for a long moment, eyes searching Myka’s for something Myka can’t begin to decipher and then Helena is leaning forward, and soft lips are brushing against hers in a heady kiss.  And once more, this moment is everything Myka wants and not at all.

Myka pulls away from the kiss, her fingers instinctively reaching to touch her lips, missing the pressure there seconds before and Helena looks at her with eyes wide and sorrowful.

“Just part of Charles’ message, darling,” she husks.  “I realize it isn’t the same without a mustache, but life is full of disappointment.”

Myka has an urge to take her by the shoulders and shake some sense into the woman, to make her understand it was never Charles she wanted.  That it has only ever been Helena she wanted – wants even now with anger coursing through her veins brought on by humiliation that she could ever believe someone such as Helena Wells would want her in return.

Instead Myka pulls away from their embrace.

"Helena, why did you really come here now? It wasn't for me."

“We didn’t want to leave you waiting."

“We?” Myka questions, watching Helena glance away, obviously ill at ease.

"I think I understand now,” Myka says, realization dawning. “Your mother sent you to deal with me, didn't she? She thinks I'm some sort of threat between Charles and the woman he's set to marry. Let me guess, your family and her family..."

"Are in negotiations to buy out their company, yes," Helena agrees.

"How much is the deal worth to you?"

"It's worth millions for my family."

Myka laughs bitterly. “Millions, just another drop in the bucket for the Wells empire."

Helena remains silent, allowing Myka to rant.

"Do you really think I'm such a threat?"

"It isn't about what I think. The fact is, Charles has quickly become enamored with you, not that I can blame him, you are quite lovely, Myka. But the fact is, he's engaged to be married to the daughter of a very influential family. A family that has only agreed to our negotiations because with Charles marrying their daughter it will feel like their company is still in family hands, never mind that Charles has taken no active interest in our business."

"Charles always has been a bit of a dreamer," Myka says fondly, the anger gone from her voice at least for the moment.

The sound of affection in her voice now does something to Helena. She feels a tightness in her stomach that she doesn't know what to do about.

"He's had the luxury of dreaming," she says, the bitterness in her own voice barely disguised. Something in the way Myka looks at her makes her think she recognizes the feeling.

"So, what comes next? Do you forbid me to see your brother?"

"I would never forbid you anything. But my mother, however, would prefer that outcome, even going so far to offer you a substantial sum of money."

Myka laughs now. "Money. Is that your family's answer for everything?"

"When it works, yes."

"And when it doesn't?"

Helena doesn't answer.

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much have you been told to offer me to stay away from Charles?" Myka asks, steel in her eyes.

Helena feels ashamed, not for the first time regarding her family's ways. “Half a million.”

Myka's eyes widen at the sum. "And if I refuse?"

“One million.”

"No," Myka says.

“Two million," Helena counters softly.

"No," Myka stands resolute. "Your family can't buy me, Helena. You have no reason to worry about me getting involved with Charles. And I suppose since you delivered his message in such detail, now it’s my cue to leave. Goodnight,” she says, turning to leave.

Without another word, Myka brushes past Helena, careful not to touch her and leaves the court behind, breaking into a run when she’s escaped outside, tears blurring her vision all the way back to the garage where she belongs.

[nattawinlove-andmygaytea]

Hey 😘 I really appreciate the tag @first-kanaphan ❤❤❤

When you get this, list 5 songs from the Asian QL media that you actually listen to.

🎧 they do not have to be custom made for the series.

🎧 non western tracks only. Let’s support Asian music and languages!

🎧 feel free to tag anyone who may be interested in participating.

🎧 add the tag #5qls to your post for others to find the new favorites!

1. So I will start with this beauty, iconic... it rolls in my head with pain and that soulmate romance feeling... And it's like visceral to me.

2. I'll continue the suffering and choose this one from Eternal Yesterday... it breaks my heart and soothes it at the same time.

3. I really love this song. The icon Tay Tawan it's not very know by his singing, but I'm so enchanted by it 😉 I don't know what is it that I like so much, and the mv with Tay singing while observing forcebook? I melt!

Because of this song I even named a cat Enchanté and give her the nickname TeTe, like in the series☺

4. I have to put this cause it's fucking unhealthy how many times I listen to this fucking anthem. I can't help! It makes me feel so much. I love when things can make this to me. The mv always destroys me.

5. This one right here!!! My dear, my beloved song, from my beloved We Best Love. "Grabs it and murmur: my precious".

I freaking don't speak chinese, but I can sing the lyrics to this whole song okayyy?!###

ps: Alex Chou is great! I adore his other songs, including: The Love Letter, that it's the ost for WBL season2 and My tooth for your love from the bl My tooth Your love (he acts in the series too!!! 💖)

And...

...I'll put an addition cause it's my favorite bl!

It's such an important song to me, cause its the reason why We Best Love is what it is. The producers of the series watched this mv and invited YU for the role of Zhou Shu Yi, and rewrited the character for him to accommodate his japanese roots too!!! So this right here, it's a blessing by the universe. ❤🙏🏻

And...

Cause I love love love Bank performance in this!!! ( even with his difficulty with the english lyrics, the boy tried his best and worked hard for it.)...And Jeff Satur writed the song.... Amazing!

I could put all the My School President songs (❤), all the Kinnporsche songs too (❤),and the king PP Kritt with his admirable queer mv's (who's doing like him being queer and proud in Asia??? 👑)... Cause they're all so important to me... But choices had to be made!

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Rooh De Rukh Lyrics

Singer:Prabh GillAlbum:Laung Laachi Ni tu velan wangu chadh gayirooh deyna rukhan teTe main tere pairiugg aaya haan gaah bankeMere dil ‘chon uthdiya hookanmainu puchdiya neKithe gum jande neEdde sohne raah banke (x2) Tere raahan vichon kach deToote chugde raheEhna taliya te tere naam deSuraj ugde rahe (x2) Ni tu supna bankeMill ja ni ae raatan nuTadke uth ke takiyeDil chi nikle daah banke Ni…

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KBA Banjar Tegeh Sari Terus Berinovasi, Ajak Masyarakat Kelola Sampah Rumah Tangga dengan Baik

BALIPORTALNEWS.COM, DENPASAR – Setelah melewati tantangan berat selama pandemi Covid-19, Kampung Berseri Astra (KBA) Banjar Tegeh Sari, Kelurahan Tonja, Denpasar Utara terus berinovasi guna menjaga semangat dan kesejahteraan masyarakat sekitar. Hal itu diungkapkan Ketua Yayasan Banjar Tegeh Sari, I Gede Mantrayasa di sela-sela kegiatan Market & Event Banjar Tegeh Sari pada Sabtu (21/10/2023) siang. I Gede Mantrayasa menjelaskan, kalau tahun sebelumnya KBA Banjar Tegeh Sari masih berkutat di pilar dasar, yaitu pendidikan (SD), lingkungan (pengelolaan sampah), kesehatan (Posyandu). Kalau sekarang KBS Banjar Tegeh Sari sudah memodifikasi beberapa kegiatan yang pernah dilakukan sebelumnya. “Kita sekarang membuat Kebun Literasi di Kebun Sari Dewi dengan menggabungkan pilar pendidikan dan lingkungan dengan mendatangkan penerima SATU Indonesia Awards sebagai motivator dan inspirasi anak-anak sekitar. Selanjutnya menggabungkan antara UMKM, kewirausahaan dan lingkungan yang melahirkan Market & Event sebagai tempat kolaborasi para wirausawan. Jadi kita kembangkan inisiatif-inisiatif atau inovasi-inovasi yang ada di Banjar Tegeh Sari,” tuturnya. Terkait pengelolaan saat ini, kata Gede Mantrayasa terjadi pergeseran, saat pandemi Covid-19 semua warga (Bapak-bapak, red) memiliki waktu luang untuk terjun langsung setiap hari, namun sekarang kita lebih melibatkan ibu-ibu dan anak-anak mereka. “Seperti di Kebun Sari Dewi, dulu dikelola oleh bapak-bapak, sekarang diambil alih oleh ibu-ibu beserta anak-anaknya. Tetapi kami lebih mengajak anak-anak untuk konsen pendidikan lingkungan ke generasi muda,” ungkapnya. Menyikapi dampak musim kemarau terhadap kebun-kebun yang ada di KBA Tegeh Sari, Gede Mantayasa mengatakan, berkebun ini sangat bagus sebagai bahan pembelajaran kepada anak-anak karena dalam berkebun itu selalu ada masalah-masalah baru yang muncul. “Tidak pernah saya melihat orang berkebun itu mempunyai role model yang fix. Pasti selalu ada masalah, entah tanahnya, airnya, tanamannya, dll,” ucapnya. Saat ini, pihaknya menggunakan metode irigasi tetes sehingga tananaman tidak kekeringan. “Metode ini sangat efektif, apalagi sumur di kebun kita mengalami kekeringan. Satu botol berisi air penuh cukup untuk membasahi 1 tanaman,” jelasnya. Lebih lanjut Gede Mantarayasa menjelaskan, terkait masalah sampah, dimana beberapa tempat pembuangan akhir (TPA) di Bali mengalami kebakaran, KBA Banjar Tegeh Sari mulai membentuk tim lingkungan untuk memulai melakukan pengolahan-pengolahan sampah di tingkat rumah tangga. “Banyak metode yang dapat dilakukan untuk pengolahan sampah, tinggal pilih warga maunya yang mana, seperti membuat sumur kompos dan lobang bio pori. Jangan sampai TPA terbakar kita malah tidak berdaya, justru itu titik tonggak kita untuk melakukan sesuatu mengelola sampah rumah tangga dengan baik,” ujarnya. Kata Gede Mantrayasa, saat ini pihaknya sudah 3 bulan bank sampah KBA Banjar Tegeh Sari bekerja sama dengan Koperasi Manik Galih untuk memfasilitasi tabungan sampah. Jadi dari tabungan sampah itu bisa dimanfaatkan untuk membayar BPJS, pulsa, token listrik, dll,” pungkasnya.(tis/bpn) Read the full article

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TETEBANK：私人银行的精英服务与全球财富管理

在瞬息万变的金融环境下，高净值人群对财富管理的需求日益精细和多样化。作为一家领先的私人银行机构，TETEBANK致力于为客户提供个性化的全方位财富管理服务。从资产配置、税务规划到财富传承和生活方式管理，TETEBANK通过一对一的高端服务，帮助客户实现财务增值和长期稳定的财富传承。本文将深入探讨TETEBANK的服务特色、核心业务及其在现代财富管理中的重要性。

一、TETEBANK私人银行的服务理念

TETEBANK的私人银行业务以“客户至上”为核心，强调个性化和私密性的服务模式。TETEBANK的顾问团队会根据每位客户的财务状况、人生目标和风险承受能力，设计出量身定制的财富管理方案。私人银行不同于传统的银行服务，它不仅是资金管理，更是为客户提供生活各方面的支持，确保客户的财务增长、安全和生活品质提升。

在服务过程中，TETEBANK始终坚持与客户建立信任关系，帮助客户在市场的波动中保持资产的稳健增长，同时提供长期的财务规划，保障客户的财富在多代间实现平稳过渡。

二、TETEBANK私人银行的核心服务内容

1. 全球资产配置与投资管理

TETEBANK提供多元化的资产配置方案，为客户设计科学的投资组合，包括股票、债券、房地产、私募股权和对冲基金等多种资产类别。基于深入的市场分析和风险控制机制，TETEBANK的顾问团队根据客户的财务目标和风险偏好灵活调整资产配置，以确保客户在不同经济环境中获得稳定回报。

2. 税务筹划与合规管理

在全球财富管理中，税务筹划是高净值客户关注的重点。TETEBANK的税务顾问团队熟悉各���税务政策，能够为客户提供量身定制的税务优化方案，帮助客户在合法合规的前提下实现税务支出的合理��低。此外，TETEBANK还提供跨境税务合规服务，以确保客户的全球资产布局符合相关法律法规，实现税务的有效管理和财富的长期积累。

3. 家族财富传承与信托服务

TETEBANK为客户提供一系列的财富传承解决方案，包括家族信托、遗产规划和慈善基金管理等服务，确保家族财富在代际间平稳过渡。TETEBANK的顾问会根据客户的家族结构和传承目标，设计个性化的信托架构和遗产管理方案，帮助客户实现家族财富的稳定延续。

4. 风险管理与保险规划

TETEBANK在帮助客户实现财富增值的同时，也提供全面的风险管理服务。顾问团队会根据客户的财务状况和人生规划，推荐适合的保险产品组合，包括人寿保险、健康保险和财产保险等，以构建全面的财务安全网，确保客户及其家族在未来不确定性中得到充分保障。

5. 高端生活方式服务与增值体验

TETEBANK的私人银行服务不仅限于财富管理，还关注客户的生活质量提升。TETEBANK提供一系列增值服务，包括高端医疗资源、子女全球教育规划、定制旅游服务和奢侈品投资咨询等。TETEBANK的增值服务使客户在实现财富管理目标的同时，也能够享受更高品质的生活体验。

三、TETEBANK的独特优势

专属顾问��队 TETEBANK为每位客户配备经验丰富的私人银行顾问团队，确保其能够获得专业的财富管理支持。顾问团队不仅是客户的财务合作伙伴，更是值得信赖的长期财富规划顾问，为客户提供一对一的高端服务。

全球化视野与本地化支持 TETEBANK在全球主要金融市场中拥有广泛的资源和网络，能够为客户提供全球范围内的资产配置支持，同时结合本地市场动态，帮助客户抓住全球投资机会，实现财富的稳定增长。

创新科技支持 TETEBANK通过科技手段提高服务效率和透明度。通过TETEBANK的数字平台，客户可以随时查看资产分布和收益报告，并且实时了解市场动向。线上平台还支持客户与顾问团队的即时沟通，为客户的财富管理带来更大的便捷性和安全性。

四、私人银行在现代财富管理中的关键地位

在当前复杂的金融环境中，私人银行服务因其高度个性化的方案和全面的支持，成为高净值客户实现财富增长和传承的重要伙伴。私人银行不只是投资服务的提供者，更是客户财务安全和生活品质的保障者。通过科学的资产配置、专业的税务筹划和周全的风险管理，TETEBANK帮助客户在不断变化的市场环境中实现长期财富增值。

结论

TETEBANK作为一家领先的私人银行机构，以客户为中心，提供个性化的财富管理解决方案。无论是在全球资产配置、税务筹划，还是家族财富传承方面，TETEBANK都致力于为客户打造一个安全、稳健的财富管理体系。通过专业的顾问团队、创新的科技支持以及全球化资源，TETEBANK不仅帮助客户实现财务目标，还提升了客户的生活品质，成为高净值客户值得信赖的长期财富管理伙伴。

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Akhirnya aku baru menyelesaikan Our Beloved Summer dan gila ya ini pokoknya jadi drama korea terfavorit aku sih sekarang, menukik tajam mengalahkan Descendant of the Sun dan Crash Landing on You. Kacau!

Yah, meskipun penggambaran akhir kisahnya nggak bagus-bagus amat, tapi pencitraan dari karakter Kook Yeon-su ini yang bikin aku jatuh cinta banget.

Gimana nggak, lho. Bahkan disela-sela kesibukanku yang padat merayap ini aja aku lebih memilih menyelesaikan drama ini jumat kemarin ketimbang mengejar Shingeki no Kyojin yang telah kunantikan bertahun lamanya.

Saking sibuknya gaes, bahkan untuk mencintaimu aja nggak sempat!

Gila emang sih, 27 ini benar-benar membunuhku perlahan bagai belati yang meloloskan matanya tepat di dadaku hingga sesak pun tak sempat dirasa meski harus menanggung beban kepedihan ditinggal Kiki menikah. Lho lho lho.

Jadi, beberapa hari lalu aku sempat mengalami gangguan fokus berkepanjangan yang dialami syaraf otak dalam menerima respon motorik, makanya sewaktu mengerjakan tugas-tugas apapun tidak pernah selesai. Akhirnya setelah dievaluasi, ternyata tugasku emang mencintaimu. Oke skip.

Yang membuat penasaran nonton awalnya karena baca ulasan singkat di Quora kalau karakter wanitanya lebih dominan ketimbang karakter pria. Digambarkan secara singkat kalau wanitanya adalah tipe yang mandiri, tangguh, pintar, bisa ngapa-ngapain sendiri, dan yang jelas nggak menye-menye, nah dari situ tuh pokoknya jadi pengen nonton.

Dari sejak awal nonton, aku udah suka sama drama ini, yang pertama karena tokoh perempuannya nggak cantik-cantik amat. Baru ini dan Goblin aku menemukan tokoh perempuannya biasa aja. Karena di hidupku perempuan yang kelewat cantik udah biasa, semua juga sepakat. Bahkan kalau di salah satu negara di planet Neptunus, modal cantik aja udah lebih dari cukup.

Nggak peduli kelakuan pura-pura polos, suka nge-Tweet caper dan nggak penting, sama sekali nggak pintar dalam diskusi di berbagai podcast, tetep aja aman. Karena kebetulan di negara itu emang banyak laki-laki nafsuan dan ngacengan, jadi meski sok bego asalkan cantik juga panggung pasti dapet. Yang penting jangan lupa rutin mempublikasi foto beserta keterangan yang menarik mata para hidung benyek, dalam bahasa lain ialah ‘pamer tete’.

Yang kedua, yang membuat hatiku teguh bahwa ini drama terbaik, adalah bagaimana karakter Yeon-su ini tercipta. Aku pribadi jarang banget nonton sebuah film yang menggambarkan kondisi masyarakat berpenghasilan rendah secara detail dan utuh.

Terakhir nonton yang menurut aku sangat-sangat mendekati itu Coda, seperti bagaimana karakter utama harus tetap membantu usaha orang tuanya, bekerja mulai sebelum subuh, konflik keluarga, dan lainnya. Pokoknya saking sibuknya nggak ada tuh waktu buat ngomentarin pekerjaan orang lain kayak “ih kamu kerja di Bank, nggak berkah”. Nggak, nggak ada, kalau ketemu yang seperti itu lain kali pukul aja dadanya ampe bunyi bugh!.

Tapi untuk drama yang satu ini bener-bener gokil, sih!

Penyajian cerita proses hidup Yeon-su sejak awal untuk fokus ke pendidikan sampai kondisi yang mengharuskan dia untuk dapet beasiswa, dalam arti tanpa beasiswa ya nggak kuliah. Ditambah momen ketika Yeon-su nggak punya temen hanya karena nggak punya duit untuk bisa nongkrong bareng-bareng.

Besoknya diceritakan lagi Yeon-su mengambil paruh waktu, sebagai pramusaji pula. Mungkin bedanya kalau di Korea pengunjung kafenya nggak kurangajar kali, ya. Makanya nggak ada momen pantatnya dielus-elus baik yang lawan jenis maupun sesama.

Puncak yang paling puncak waktu pengisahan ketika Yeon-su berharap segera bisa lulus supaya segera dapet pekerjaan, momen ketika Yeon-su menyadari ketika hidupnya itu bener-bener berbeda jauh dengan Ung, apalagi pas liat Ung dapet tawaran pendidikan di luar negeri yang dia tolak dengan enteng, beuh.

Intinya harus segera lulus, dapet kerja, lunasin utang keluarga, dan bersiap menjadi tulang punggung rumah. Rangkaian hidupnya tuh emang nyata dan berkesan banget, brow!

Ya mungkin beberapa orang yang sejak kecil hidup enak memandang kejadian kaya gitu biasa aja kali, ya. Aku nggak tau persis, sih. Takut dikira sok paling paham hidup orang lain, padahal mah emang enak-enak aja, kan. Oke cukup.

Tapi membayangkan momen-momen pengen kumpul di saat nggak ada duit, melihat hidup orang lain kok sebegitu santainya dan mudahnya untuk menyia-nyiakan kesempatan yang ada, lalu setelahnya bisa dan hobi banget merangkai kata-kata motivasi dengan balutan agama untuk orang-orang yang sedang berjuang. Orang tidak mampu yang bisa melihat ya cuma bisa sedih aja sambil bergumam “kok bisa?”.

Inilah kenapa akan selalu ada orang yang bisa bingung dan bertanya kayak “emang ibu-ibu di negara saya ini kerjaannya cuma menggoreng?”. Salah satu yang menjadi alasanku malas bergaul dengan orang-orang yang serba kecil hidup enak, mulutnya enteng banget dan kerap menyulut api debat, api emosi, dan api-api lainnya. Tapi yang jelas bukan api asmara antara Lesti dan Billar, soalnya aku takut dikasih tanggapan yang nggak penting.

Hingga akhirnya pada suatu kondisi yang bersinggungan dengan drama ini, dari berjuta-juta obrolanku dengan Ibuk, aku akhirnya bisa menyimpulkan tiga hal yang bisa kita baca untuk melihat sifat seseorang secara praktik sederhana. Dari caranya berjalan, sepatunya, dan perutnya.

Untuk yang pertama, di serial diceritakan bahwa Yeon-su berjalan seperti ayam jantan yang ngajak gelud. Digambarkan pula melalui karakternya, tangguh, pinter, ngomongnya bagus, bisa ngapa-ngapain sendiri, nggak cengeng.

Untuk yang kedua, nggak nyangka banget sih bisa muncul di film Wonder. Jadi pas Auggie bergumam “You can learn a lot about people by looking at their shoes” aku langsung kayak wuanjir ini mah kata-katanya Ibyukkk. Gila sih my Ibyuk.

Untuk yang ketiga, adalah perut. Nah, kalau yang ini lewat dulu, deh. Ehehe.

Ada satu lagi yang agak spesifik dan sedikit lucu, yaitu cara memegang pisau. Untuk yang satu ini emang spesifik ditujukan untuk perempuan, sih. Kalau memegang pisau dirasa terlalu jauh, kita bisa tau bagaimana dari cara mengupas salak atau cara memasang sprey. Apakah mampu .. atau justru bercerita dengan bangga kalau tidak bisa melakukan hal demikian.

Pernah tidak lihat manusia nggak bisa melakukan hal-hal sederhana tapi dia bangga berkoar ke khalayak umum? Nah, itu sudah.

Ini praktik sederhana, ya. Jadi kalau muncul argumen “kalau jarinya lagi sakit pas megang pisau gimana?”, “kalau lagi hujan terus nggak pake sepatu gimana?” ya itu urusan lain donk pinter, mari kita kulik lebih dalam dengan analisa psikologis lainnya yang bisa dikonsultasikan secara berbayar.

Pernah diskusi gitu sama orang, tiba-tiba dari antah berantah ada yang nyaut kurang lebih demikian. Berasa nanggepin pertanyaan bocah. Oke lewat.

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Di sisi lain, karakter Ung juga emang tipe manusia menyebalkan. Ya sebenernya yang diucapkan kompetitornya nggak salah juga, sih.

Kalau semua-semua yang kita punya dengan mudah kita pasrahkan ke orang lain, lantas apa yang berharga bagi diri kita sendiri?

Ung ini cerminan untuk orang-orang yang bisa berbuat apapun semasa hidup karena ditopang oleh orang tua yang ‘punya’. Bedanya dia ga hobi nulis kata-kata motivasi aja di sosial media. Dia bisa malas-malasan sekolah, bisa sesuka hati mau lulus atau nggak kuliahnya, makanya bisa fokus melakukan apa yang dia mau, fokus jadi seniman. Karena dia tidak punya pikiran atau tanggung jawab apapun selain dirinya sendiri, makanya bisa tekun mengerjakan apa-apa yang dia suka.

Ya karena kalau hidupnya kenapa-kenapa karena dia terlalu santai, dia masih punya jaring pengaman alias orang tua. Kuliah nggak selesai aja dia tetap santuy dan selow.

Coba kalau dari keluarga nggak mampu, mikirnya sudah kemana-mana, biaya kuliah yang digelontorkan, tenaga, waktu, dan lain hal. Mau tobat kemudian kuliah lagi, uang sudah nggak ada, terlambat.

Berapa banyak anak-anak yang tidak berani mengambil risiko untuk menjadi pengusaha karena dilahirkan dari keluarga pas-pasan? Mau keluar dari pekerjaan, nanti nggak punya duit. Kalau gagal, mau mengaduh ke siapa?

Sekarang berapa banyak pengusaha-pengusaha yang berhasil karena ditopang orang tuanya kemudian bermotivasi secara murah dan receh di Twitter? Basi banget. Motivasi dari anak-anak yang hidup enak sejak kecil emang nyebelin. 

Makanya pidato anak pemilik stasiun tivi itu emang aslinya mah payah banget, nggak ada hebat-hebatnya sama sekali. Ambil risiko ambil risiko mbahmu kiper cuk goblog.

Pernah nggak diberi nasihat oleh temanmu “makanya cari kerja tuh yang sesuai passion, kaya gue nih!” Iya nggak salah juga. Mereka yang ngomong gitu karena finansial mereka sudah ‘aman’, jadi tidak masalah kalau passion mereka nantinya tidak seberapa menghasilkan. Definisi aman ya bisa dari mana aja, entah emang anak tunggal atau orang tuanya bergelimang harta.

Rasanya lebih hebat kita, sih. Passion saja kita korbankan demi memenuhi kebutuhan lain yang lebih prioritas. Ya nggak ya nggak? Nggak usah minder, lah. Generasi roti lapis paling keren pokoknya! Passion passion ndasmu njepat.

Tapi tetep sih, motiviasi paling menyebalkan di saat masa susah adalah “Mencari kerja di jaman sekarang itu gampang, To. Tapi yang susah adalah cari pekerjaan yang berkah.”

Mau bantah nanti diberi label kafir, mau dibiarin kok nyebelin. Iye dah yang hidupnya penuh berkah dan dijamin masuk surga.

Itulah kenapa aku berprinsip orang kaya ya curhatnya ke orang kaya aja, jangan ke yang miskin.

Iya aku paham, dalam ilmu psikologi (anjayyy) kita tidak boleh menabrakkan nilai yang kita pedomani terhadap orang lain, atau gampangnya membandingkan permasalahan hidup, lah. Aku paham kok .. tapi mbok yo ojo kebangetan lah asyu.

“Aku tuh bingung banget harus ngekos di jaksel atau pulang pergi bogor. Kalau di jaksel kosnya 3 juta perbulan, tapi kalau pulang pergi nanti papah mau belikan mobil katanya cuman kan capek. Bingung banget asli.”

Ini tipe curhat kaya gini kan nggak cocok ya kalau ditelaah oleh kuping miskin macam aku ini. Malah kesannya seperti menghina untuk cerita ke orang yang ngekos di pusat kota dengan tarif 500 ribu perbulan.

Lagipula itu juga bukan sebuah pilihan yang susah untuk diambil keputusannya. Direnungkan dalam hati dengan berbagai pertimbangan dan kerangka pikir saintifik juga beres sepuluh menit.

Orang-orang macam gini tuh yang biasa bikin lama antrian KFC dan Chatime, pas udah di depan kasir bingung mau milih apa. Untuk sekadar memilih kebutuhan perut aja bingung, pantas saja menentukan pilihan hidup malah menye-menye. Rasane pengen tak samplak cangkeme.

Udah gitu orang kaya kalo sambat juga nggak penting-penting amat, “Aduh, besok sabtu gue nongkrong di mana ya? Masa kosong, sih”.

Padahal kukira dengan mencari validasi dengan memamerkan segala aktivitas, segala kebahagiaan, segala ucapan ulang tahun dan hadiah-hadiah pemberian kerabat lewat instastory sudah cukup, ternyata masih butuh ditemani juga setiap akhir pekan. Oke lewat lagi.

***

Di episode 14 adalah bagian paling menyentuh sepanjang serial ini, momen di mana Yeon-su makan berdua bersama Nenek ketika dia tau Nenek pengen hidup di panti daripada ngerepotin Yeon-su.

Aku yakin pasti banyak dari kalian yang seperti ini, di saat sudah punya penghasilan sendiri selalu pengen membelikan sesuatu atau menghadiahi hal-hal yang dulu tidak pernah bisa didapatkan, belikan sepatu, belikan tas, belikan tanaman, termasuk ajak ke Hanamasa. Sayang aja ini di Jogja belum ada Hanamasa.

Hanya karena melihat orang yang kita sayangi semakin sepuh dan putih rambutnya, justru kayak semakin besar rasa takut untuk ditinggalkan.

Seolah dunia ini tidak berarti apa-apa tanpa adanya Nenek Yeon-su, pokoknya Nenek nggak usah kemana-kemana, sama aku aja, kita hidup selamanya. Kurang lebih demikian, sedih banget sih pas bagian itu. Rasanya langsung pengen nelpon Ibuk trus bilang kalau aku sayang banget, cuman aku gengsi.

Melihat Yeon-su ini, aku lama-lama juga jadi engeh sama sendiri. Semenjak hidup di dunia nyata (alias lulus kuliah), rasanya menikah udah nggak pernah menjadi bagian dalam rencana hidupku lagi.

Cukup aja bisa memastikan diri sendiri sudah baik, membahagiakan orang tua yang mana meski tanpa bantuanku mereka juga sudah bahagia, dan yang terakhir dan paling penting adalah bisa melihat adek tumbuh dewasa.

Kadang suka sebel, capek, cuma gatau kenapa kok tetep sayang. Tapi kalau ada yang mau adek perempuan, ini aku jual, ya. Aku lepas 50 ribu dah, gratis ongkir.

Minusnya banyak mau doang, skincare maunya yang mahal, kos maunya yang nyaman tentram, pokoknya nggak mau susah, nanti kalau uda bosen tinggal pukul aja palanya pake teflon, dijamin diem.

***

Terus, kalau emang masih dikasih waktu lebih, nantinya aku pengen punya rumah, sederhana aja, ada tamannya kecil diisi tanaman pilihan Ibuk, kolam yang diisi kura-kura, sama aku pengen punya kucing paling nggak 20 ekor.

Kalau ada rejeki lebih, pengennya berlokasi di BSD, supaya jauh dari orang-orang kepo dan kerap bersalin muka di hadapan Tuhan.

Udah, pokoknya ini jadi drama paling keren yang pernah aku tonton. Cinta banget sama karakter Yeon-su ini.

Aku yakin orang-orang yang berada di sepatu yang sama jadi merasa ‘tidak sendirian’ setelah melihat deskripsi perjuangan hidup yang disajikan melalui drama itu.

Kayak ngerasa bahkan ada lho film yang bisa menggambarkan hal-hal seperti itu. Mungkin bedanya kita nggak pake Samsung Flip aja, cquakzsss.

Cuman yang sedikit disayangkan masa lalu Yeon-su masih kurang banget dikulik, masih penasaran sama masa kecilnya dan orang tuanya, itu aja. Sisanya yang perlu dikurangi adalah adegan ciumannya, soalnya bikin pengen, askasdkoawkdoak.

Hoke, selanjutnya mari kita kejar Shingeki No Kyojin!

***

Yah, akhirnya ujung paragraf.

Nggak tau ya, aku selalu sedih kalau uda sampai akhir penulisan ini, hiks.

Tapi kalau kamu baca ini, apa-apa yang terjadi setelah ini tetap pilih untuk bertahan, ya. Selalu ada orang yang butuh kamu terlepas dari seberapa jauh kamu mengetahuinya. Bahkan ketika kamu merasa tidak dicintai, tetap pilih bertahan, ya bosku.

Hidup ini nggak singkat, tapi juga nggak terlalu lama.

Cuman, hidup ini juga bakal terlalu singkat kalau sampai terpikir untuk melakukan hal bodoh dengan dalih menyelesaikan masalah secara cepat. Jadi, pilihlah untuk tetap tinggal.

Kita semua diberkati Tuhan atas kesempatan terbaik, yakni memilih. Dan kita bisa memilih untuk sampai ke tahap ini pokoknya udah bagus banget, sisanya paling cuma remahan.

Mungkin ada benarnya, orang-orang yang paling sedih adalah orang yang selalu berusaha sekuat tenaga untuk membuat orang lain bahagia. Karena di sisi lain mereka tau secara jelas rasanya menjadi orang yang tidak berharga dan nggak pengen orang lain merasakan hal yang sama menyedihkannya.

Di masa depan nanti, saat semuanya sudah terasa jauh lebih baik, pada taraf tertentu pasti bakalan ada rasa syukur yang berlimpah di saat kita sadar sudah bisa dan sampai menjajaki langkah yang sekarang. Bahkan mungkin merasa lucu bisa-bisanya secara sekilas terpikir hal bodoh untuk menyudahi masalah yang lalu-lalu.

Jadi, apapun yang terjadi nantinya pilihlah untuk tetap bertahan, ya.

Tapi tidak untuk hubungan yang tidak sehat, kasar, tidak mau berusaha, pengangguran, suka menyalahkan, centil, tidak bisa membela pasangan di hadapan orang tua sendiri, sudah begitu hobinya cuma mancing di sungai berjam-jam atau main Mobile Legend sambil pake jaket Er*go.

Ingat ya, berkat Tuhan paling indah yang dimiliki manusia adalah kemampuan kita untuk memilih.

Kemampuan untuk jadi manusia seutuhnya, untuk mengerti bahwa ada sesuatu yang baik buat diri kita sendiri.

Nggak semua-semua yang ada di dunia ini perlu dipertanyakan kok, apalagi dibenturkan dengan prinsip orang lain, asal bertanggung jawab aja dan yang terpenting terasa nyaman di hati.

Dan nggak semua juga bakalan selalu baik-baik aja, kebanyakan dari kita juga masih berjuang. Kabur itu capek banget, lho. Nggak berguna juga. Jadi, tetap hadapi walau kalah sekalipun.

Pokoknya ingat, salah satu pemberian terbesar Tuhan kepada manusia secara utuh adalah pilihan.

Bahkan setelah sampai sini pun, sebenarnya masih banyak yang pengen aku ceritakan.

Nanti kalau kita ketemu, aku janji bakal cerita semuanya.

[straya-cat]

The Ruins

Pairing : Deity!Taehyung x Reader

Contains : Dom!Tae, weird sus setting, the robbing of a tomb, touchy tete, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, everything about tae is huge, mentions of breeding kink, descriptive punishment threats (the death type),

I do not condone any of the actions shown in this. This is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect any real incidents or people. This is for entertainment purposes only.

(um so i have been having technical difficulties pls excuse the image form, i'll have a transcript soon and it'll be gone) The boat eventually drifted into a small lagoon, you took a moment to take in the breathtaking serenity. A sheer cliff gushed water from the top, the roaring splashes adding to the ambience of the island. Ferns blanketed the edges of the lagoon, apart from one part which was just white sand and a few scattered seashells. The boat docked on the bank, eventually being pushed up for extra support when you shoved the oar into the wet soil and anchoring it with some rope. You toss your shoes from the boat onto the beach, and begin to wade through the shin deep water to the shore. The sand was soft and fine, like you were standing in a pile of fine dusted icing sugar. But it was still heavy enough sand to not puff everywhere and make a mess.

Your rifle remained in hand, firm grip in case this magical island decides to kill you. Slipping on your shoes, you decided you'd venture further along the lagoon's shore, maybe even wander through the dense foliage and sample some plants. You yanked a satchel over your shoulder which carried your bare essentials, and began to go for a walk.

The breeze tickled it's way through your hair as you strolled, carrying a few leaves along with it. You heard the sound of gulls in the distance. Perhaps there was animal life on this island after all? The fallen leaves crunched beneath your feet as you moved further into the densely packed jungle, taking note of the different trees as you walked. Rustles in bushes did not go undetected by you, quickly equipping a bayonet to the end of the rifle. You furrow your eyebrows intensely... almost as if you were acting in a drama, waving the bayonet around to ward off anything potentially dangerous. You just kept walking backwards, gun pointing to the bush, when you suddenly walked ass first into a limestone wall. It took you by surprise, you spinning around to stab the thing you hit, stupidly chipping at the wall. How embarrassing.

The wall was shrouded with vines and looked quite weak and crumbly. You carefully observe the wall closer, gently prodding at the bricks, dusting off parts to reveal chiseled writing. Korean writing. Strange... this island is in the middle of the Pacific, wayyyyyyy too far from Korea.

'galaxy aligns for the island to rise' your translating is probably shit. Although you took a few years in a Korean language class, this makes no bloody sense. Maybe something happened in the cosmos and triggered the island to resurface? Whatever, you weren't an astronomer or whatever weird occupation studies space. Nor were you a scientist. You were just a voyager, seeking adventure in the middle of the bloody ocean. Your eyes kept scanning for a way past the wall, when they eventually caught on a brick that poked out. Classic. Giving it a firm shove, clockwork behind the wall ticks before unveiling an entrance. Shafts of light could be seen throughout the hall of the chamber, angled at a display of rather valuable looking artworks and treasures. You paced a few steps in, before whipping out your flashlight for better vision. Most of the works were of china bowls, vases and sculptures, most had cracks sealed with gold. 'I see they've kept up with the Japanese way of fixing things... huh...' Kintsugi certainly wasn't cheap... You carefully check around the pedestal of a very fine looking plate, making sure there was no traps. You pick it up quickly and shove it into your satchel, expecting the whole damn place to collapse. Nope? Just silence. You look around at the other works, snatching a few of the other ones that appealed to your taste. You kept walking deeper into the temple, finding yourself at a casket, plated with gold and fine details chiseled into the side.

'where the body is, the real treasure is...' you think to yourself, looking for a way to open the casket. You covered your nose, half expecting to find a decayed body of some old guy, but you are met with a figure most well preserved, encased in golden armlets and limbs bound together by silks. The face was covered with a porcelain mask, with a dried black stain, almost like tears, rolling down one cheek. The eyes were detailed with such fine gold, the edges of the cheeks had pomegranates chipped in. A big crack sealed with gold ran from the edge of the forehead to the tip of the nose, like a lightning bolt frozen in time. It was extravagant, and you needed this mask. You didn't care that it was someone's grave. They were dead, and this island is yours. You braced yourself for the sight of a decayed human skull as you began to pry the mask off. Pop! The mask just plucked off. And the face wasn't decayed. It looked fresh, the skin was glowing, almost damp. The lips were so supple and pink, and the closed eyes were so pretty, dusted with a layer of smokey eyeshadow. The jaw was sharp and clean. Although it was pretty, it still had fairly masculine traits. Fluffy, short black hair, and a tiny mole on the nose. Such an ethereal face, shame it was just a corpse.

You shove the mask into your satchel and close the lid of the casket. Time to take more shit. You find your way to a staircase, taking your time to walk up. At the top, you are met with a grand room, with a wide window showing off the view of the lagoon. How did you not see this outside? A canopy bed lay on one side, golden silks and plush cushions thrown on it. The side tables were just scattered with pearl jewellery, diamonds, coins and many other treasures. You couldn't hold the urge back anymore, scraping handfuls into your satchel and stuffing it full. Just as you went to zip it up, a hand grabbed your wrist. The grip was firm, and you thought your bones were going to snap like chalk. You winced in pain, attempting to turn your head to see what had you.

"You'll need to pay for all of that..." A deep, baritone voice spoke. It sent shivers down your spine. You look at the hand. The skin on it was radiant and beautiful. Honestly, if you weren't freaking the fuck out, you would have asked for a skincare routine.

"Scum like you... always taking my shit... no respect for the deceased..." The voice was lowkey sexy... "but would you call me deceased?"

You shivered. Who was he? You eventually get the guts to turn your head to meet the person. It was the corpse from the casket, although he seemed very much alive. His big black orbs pierced right through your soul, slowly blinking at you. He tilted his head and began to speak again. "You know, thieves like you should be killed. Gutted from head to toe, maybe even mince your organs and feed it to the tigers while you are still alive and bleeding to death- ah, i miss the days when you could actually do that... but it's such a shame you look... actually quite appetising..." The man licked his lips and cocked his head to the other side.

You froze. Did the people on this island... eat people?! You felt his other hand turn your body towards his, finally being able to marvel the man in all his glory. And hope he doesn't kill you. "Tell me, doll... what is your name?" He asked. "Y-y/n..."

Firm hands gripped your shoulders, holding you in place. You definitely were not moving on your own any time soon. Not only was the man REALLY strong, but he was also REALLY tall. His stare was intense, eyes were like pools of obsidian surrounded by lakes of moonstone. So dark, you could see your own reflection in the shine.

"If you want my treasure, you must pay... but what does a mere mortal have that I don't?"

The sound of fabric tearing caught you off guard, watching as shreds of your creamy off white singlet floated to the ground. Fuck. You are so fucked. His intense stare cracked a sly smirk. "Ah... I know a way you could pay me back..." He said, licking his lips.

"Y-yes? Please d-don't kill me... sir..." You begged. "A-anything!"

"Anything, hey?" His grin only grew. Admiring the cleavage he created himself on your chest, he chuckled. "How about... You become my pleasure thing for a bit, and i let you keep the stuff in that satchel, hm?" You froze again. This man was huge as he was... imagine what he has down there...

Absolutely terrified you were gonna lose your life and your bounty, you nodded quickly. A dusky look covered his eyes, like suddenly an inner sex demon had been awakened. It's ok, it's ok... you told yourself. It's just sex, and you've done it before... But everything about the man was intimidating... From his deep voice, to his big daddy hands, to his perfect face, you felt a confusing mix of fear and arousal begin to pump between your legs.

"The name is Taehyung... I am the god of creation and mending... and you, are now my toy..." A g-god? Holy shit... He could actually mince you to shreds if he wanted to...

"W-what can I d-do for you... master?" You try to give a slight bow, but his hand gives a good shove to get you upright.

"Bowing won't be necessary. Just take what I give you and don't complain." There was still fire in Taehyung's eyes. His left hand slowly began to sink it's way down from your shoulder, caressing your collarbones. "Such smooth skin... You've been blessed, i see..." His thumb began to trace circles. Every touch had you weaker and weaker. Your knees were trembling, so close to giving in and you collapsing. But you stayed upright as the deity did as he pleased.

Without a second thought, he hoisted you over his big shoulder, and tossed you on the bed. There was no backing out now...

"I know i should have asked before i touched your oh so delightful skin... but is this ok with you?" You were still frozen. "Y-yeah- uh... yes." You barely make out. "To be fair... you didn't ask to touch my shit, but one's body is more important than one's toys..." Ok, he has a point. But he still asked for consent, and that's all that matters.

His lips made contact with your neck and collarbones, his strong arms pressing you into the fluffy bedsheets below you. Taehyung's teeth tugged at the strap of your bra, the weak piece of elastic snapping and getting ripped from your body. The god didn't hesitate to attack your neck once again. His hands began to fondle with your breasts, your breathy whimpers was like music to his ears. Taehyung was hungry, ravishing at your skin with those beautiful lips of his. Sucking, gliding his tongue against your skin. This feels oh too rewarding for a punishment... what's the catch?

Massive hands glided up and down your torso, occasionally reaching your tits and swirling circles gently in them. Your nipples were already hard, your back arching as a signal for more. Much to your disappointment in yourself, your body loved the attention it was receiving.

Taking a pebbled nipple to his mouth, Taehyung licked the bud and swirled his warm tongue along it. You began to sweat and squirm beneath his touch. "Doll... you're doing so well for me... Master is enjoying his little play..." He finished with the world's cutest and most innocent giggle. This man... how the FUCK can he be this sexy and this cute at the same time?!

"Master loves the taste of your delicious breasts... I wonder how they'll taste full of milk?" Your mind was so hazy at this point. He wants to fuck you. Fuck you full of his seed, make you have his demigod babies. Something gave you the feeling you were never leaving this place until you die... but oh my god, was this the best fuck you've had in your entire life. And he hasn't even shoved his cock into you yet. His skilful lips tugged and sucked at your nipple, and he enjoyed every little sound you made while he did so.

"M-master... fuck me please... Fill me full of your cock... fuck me till i can't walk~" you moaned out to him without even thinking. That evil smirk came back again. Oh yes, he very much liked the mental image your dumbass mouth put there. He licked his lips as his thoughts processed. Fuck, even him licking his lips was sexy. "You want master to fuck you, doll?" Your head was nodding so fast it probably could have fallen off. Taehyung's chuckles made you feel things. They were so cheeky and evil...

He began to remove his gold armlets and silks, his radiant honey skin was glowing. You watch as he slips off the cloth that was covering his chest and lower body. His figure was immaculate. He didn't have defined abs, but his body was still chiseled out enough to drool over. When the fabric dropped beneath his waist, the thing you had been waiting for was revealed. The tip of Taehyung's cock was an angry red, already leaking precum and screaming for attention. He didn't even have to say "like what you see?", because it was so obvious on your face that you LOVED what you saw.

He stepped closer to you in an intimidating manner, watching as you shuffle back in tiny. Then he just stops. He pauses, bringing a finger to his lips which were pursed shut and sighed. You watched his eyes look sideways. Oh no... that look doesn't look very promising... "Maybe I shouldn't... not straight away anyway..." You felt a drip of sweat trail off your forehead, a nervous laugh to accompany it. "I should at least have a taste of what I'm dealing with, huh..." Looking at the way those lips pucker as he goes back to his neutral face, you wanted them to come in contact with every inch of skin on your body...

Cheeky fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. Warm hands grasped the juicy cheeks of your ass and you found yourself shivering in some sort of satisfaction from the new sensation. "Such a pretty doll... glad i kept you..." his voice was starting to get raspy, but boy was it hot. Taehyung squeezed your asscheeks suddenly, making you squeak in surprise. This made him chuckle. "Cute." He didn't even give you a second to process him calling you cute, before sending you ass up with a flip of his hands. With your underwear currently not present anymore, you were just as naked as he is.

His pretty face dived downstairs, smelling your sweet aroma. "Such a sweet doll... already so wet for master, i see..." you shiver when his tongue came into contact with your aching core. Oh, how this man had control over every inch of you. Taehyung didn't give a shit about how messy it got, slurping and sucking at whatever he could. You let out a squeaky moan when his teeth grazed over your clit, resulting in him wanting to play with it more. Pretty sounds... he thought to himself. His tongue was working wonders, the most lewd sloppy noises that would be considered gross if the pleasure didn't come with it. He continued to fuck you with his face, tongue darting in and out, swirling all around your pathetic pussy. He eventually pulled his face away, landing a kiss on your tummy just bellow your belly button. His skin was just shining, enriched with your juices. It looked so hot...

"Alright doll, you've taken master well so far, but time to take the real test..." Tae's voice was hypnotising, you were stuck in a daze. He pumped his already super hard cock just for extra points and let you stare for a bit. It was so large, you didn't think your tiny body could take it. Taehyung grabbed your hips and slowly drifted forward. He forced you to look into his eyes, the midnight pools staring right into your own... You felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance teasingly. Taehyung heard your desperate whimpers, and pushed the tip of his length in gently. The head popped in, eliciting a gasp from you. It actually fit. The stretch was huge, stung slightly, but it just felt so fucking good.

The beautiful man gently began to slide the rest of his length in, every inch of it being sucked in greedily by you. His muscles that were once tense relaxed, letting you know that he was comfortable. Although it took some getting used to size wise, once you were ready, you nodded your head for his cue to move. His delicate hips began to rock gently against yours, every inch of him coated in a clear slick from your insides. He kept his movements slow, your pussy gently loosening around him. His pace began to speed up, but not by much. You could feel every inch of him inside you... his whole existence... his whole universe... your body knew every vein that throbbed prominently on his proud standing cock. No mortal man could ever compare to such a god... literally...

It took hours and hours of fucking and cumming until the sun eventually began to set. You were shaking all over, wrapped in the arms of the mighty god. You wouldn't be surprised if you were due for a demigod baby... Taehyung was peacefully napping like the first time you saw him in his coffin. Your eyes fluttered shut, head in Taehyung's chest, you listening to the soothing sound of his heart...

You woke up very disorientated. You were rocking side to side where you were sleeping. Your eyes flashed open and you panicked. You were in the middle of the ocean and no island was to be seen.

"Chillax Y/N, you were dreaming, weren't you?" A familiar voice said. You turn your head to the front of the boat, and there, with a blanky over his legs, was that god you met yesterday, Taehyung. "A-are you a god?!" You were very confused. "I wish. Wow, you really need to splash some water on your face and wake up... it's just me, Taehyungie..." You rummaged through your bag and there was the god's mask... cracked but sealed with gold and black ink running down the cheek.

Thank you for reading my stuff! I'd appreciate some feedback if you're willing to (it'll help me in the future). See you next time!

[aerialsquid]

Lupin Doctober #4

A series of 50-500 word pieces based on the Lupin Doctober prompts from Tsushi. Mostly gen, some shipping. The whole set will be linked off my AO3.

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Petty Revenge / The reason they had to rob a bank

Theft was an addiction, Albert reasoned. Like any other addiction, it could be treated with enough time and willpower.

There were those who give in to the addiction, treated a vice like a virtue, looked down on anyone who doesn't share their illness. People like Lupin, who for all their brilliance never seem to have moved past puberty. Albert stayed away from those people.

He cultivated a completely normal hobby of collecting and restoring old pocket watches. Delicate tools teased at ancient gears and springs and he tried not to think of popping safes for sport.

He dated a normal man who never asked too many questions about his job or his past, because Tickey knew what he was getting into by dating a politician.

He wore the most dull and normal suits the stores could offer, leading his colleagues to joke that he couldn't really be gay because he wasn't flamboyant enough to qualify.

And, every so often, he stole the prime minister of Japan's pocket watch or broke into a highly secured bank and removed a single bill. Just to take the edge off, you know. Because he was a fucking adult and could control himself, unlike the teenager in a man's body he was currently feuding with.

Neither Albert nor Lupin wanted to admit how much they were enjoying this newest grudge match. Matching wits with someone at your level, hiding your vulnerabilities while showing off all the places you've improved, trying to figure out where the other still had their old weaknesses or if they'd adapted to them over the years, had a zing that was hard to get off antique watches. It was a thrill, and a very distracting one, for the both of them.

Then Lupin fucked up the timing, and in the middle of Albert pretending he didn't know the 'Tickey' he had over for a nice romantic night in was Lupin and Lupin pretending he didn't know Albert knew, the actual Tickey showed up.

"Uh."

Albert's boyfriend stood in the doorway, staring at the perfect copy of himself lounging against the couch. Albert fumbled, wide-eyed, while Lupin just gave his double a flirty wink and sashayed out the door. Albert was left to make weak excuses about covert operations tech experimentation, and someone in his department being a joker, and he wasn't entirely sure Tickey was buying it even as he said it. Still, Tickey shrugged and fetched the wallet he'd forgotten in Albert's bedroom.

"So like that Lupin guy's disguises, yeah?"

"Yeah....like him."

There were things Albert kept from Tickey, and Tickey knew and respected it. You had to, when you were dating the General Director of the Judiciary Police. Lying was different - lying meant keeping track of all the lies you'd told before, it meant a deliberate deception instead of a simple excising, and the more you lied the easier it was to slip up. Lupin had, in one simple accident, made Albert more vulnerable and that lit a cold anger in him that hadn't been there before.

He scrapped his original plan for the next stage of their tete-a-tete, and instead escalated abut three steps ahead in retribution. Fuck that hairy little scarecrow, trying to be the gum in his gears, a pesky fly annoying a giant to death. France had no need of such pests.

[ihatecispeople]

nothing bad underneath just me complaining

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rly am starting to feel the anxiety crunch of not knowing whether or not im doing postgrad studies. like there's a chance i get to know that im not doing postgrad studies as late as MAY... circa may 12th i guess. and then i'd have to be out of the country by june 30th. that's stressful!! thats 6 weeks to cancel all... all everything. to close my bank account and break my lease and sign documents saying im leaving the country with no intention to ever return.... thats scary :( and its scarier not being able to prepare properly. its not like i can cancel my internet now to give it ample time to close off properly IF i do get to stay. which again! i might learn in the middle of may if i do!!!

it's all made worse because the gov hasnt given me a pre-settled status which would allow me to stay for another year for postgrad work. and like, be ready with an apartment waiting in sweden, maybe some jobs lined up too, so i dont need to move back in with my parents and be unemployed as im trying to convince people that actually um a scottish degree is good actually?? i'd be honestly the 10000x better outcome.

but also like...... most of all. i just wanna be a doctor 😭😭 i want to do this postgrad work so badly because im genuinely fascinated by it and also because id be the first doctor in literally my entire family, both sides, forever. we have NO records of anyone having a university degree before my (youngest) uncle (he's like 32 now with a degree in teaching music, and im the second to pursuit it... again, both sides!), and my mum's parents were illiterate!!!! my tete never stepped a foot inside a school her entire life! my mum is the first generation from her side to be able to READ, and i'm pretty sure my great-great-grandparents on my dad's side were the same.

and like, the wanting, the pining, and the contrasting anxiety that i could end up scrambling to get out of the country... it's eating me up. i think about this CONSTANTLY. i'm burying myself in work from 6am to 8pm every day, crashing into bed, all so i don't have to think about it. obviously im preparing as much as i can (finding documents, signing them but not dating them, etc) but i just 😭 i want this. it's not about "deserving" it or anything, i just WANT this

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[haknew]

anon asked: I HAVE SONG RECS :DDD I tried not to do songs that you would have obviously heard before but a lot of the songs here are still popular but I couldn’t help but add them 😭

AHHHH thank you so so so so much for all the recommendations anon ! your taste is absolutely impeccable !!! i think i vibed with a lot of these maybe we are a bit similar ^~^ and no worries about your picks ! i totally support you and your incredible music taste no need to defend yourself :p ! popular songs can still be good ones ! thank you again and i tried ... to ... get through them all i’m so sorry JHGFDJHGDK you’ll see i get through like ... half and then ran out of energy T^T i’ll probably get back to this list some other time when i have free time and update with thoughts ! thank you for sending so many in ! i found so many new songs to add to my playlist heh thank you lovely ! 

Pop

cherry by rina sawayama - super cute ! i love these kinds of pop songs it’s right up my alley :o ! 

xs by rina sawayama - her voice is so well suited for this style ! i watched the mv and djkfhskgrjf HHH idk she gives me mitski vibes even tho their music is pretty different, you have peaked my interest i’ll definitely look into more of her stuff :o !

comme de garçons by rina sawayama - the bass line T^T !!! the talk-y (?) parts are so good i got chills, it’s like a rave song low key haha :p ! it’s so good ! 

Any song by Rina Sawayama 😭 - yes yes i’ll try to look more into her stuff ! 

Kpop

123 by nct dream - i’m only an honorary guest of ncity but one of my irls ults them ! and dream’s music has always been a bit more my speed :o ! this has more nostalgic kpop vibes to it ! i said this before but i really am more a pop person at heart and this is so good ^~^ 

Up to you by pretty much and nct dream (HAECHANS PART HHHHH) - oooh are you a haechan stan 0v0 i like jaemin tho i admit my knowledge of dream is limited (my fren ults renjun heh) also yes yes consent is very important kids u.u dskjghkdfj YOU’RE RIGHT THO haechan is a singer he SINGS, i love the vocal harmonies ! 

Oasis by crush ft zico - those electric keyboard synths (?) amazing ! this song bops u.u 

Moon by everglow - !!! i actually have heard this a lot before ^~^ i got so excited when i saw this bc it’s so good ! it’s definitely one of my fav everglow songs too i think i overplayed it a lot when it first came out *v* 

Woowoo by dia - i love the ocean wave sounds ! that’s so cool i love how summery it is ! it kind of reminds me of loona too ! ggs are just >>> i love the fun and brighter pop songs so much 🥺

Secret garden by Oh My Girl - i’ve heard a few songs by omg ! and i really like a handful of them, secret garden kinda gives me early gfriend songs vibes too ! it’s so pretty ! i really love when songs utilize strings in their instrumentals too ! it’s a bit slower paced too which is really nice ^~^ 

Page by got7 - YEEEES okie actually maybe unpopular opinion but spinning top is one of my fav got7 albums ! i used to listen to the whole mini on repeat ! i actually used to ult got7 too for a few months heh ^^ BUT YEEES i love page ! got7 always have bangers love them so much 

Nekkoya by produce 48 - AHHHHH ANOTHER SONG I LOVE !!! i’m actually a wizone haha :p so i’ve seen produce 48 ! tho admittedly it probably contributes to my burning h*tred for mn*t and any survival shows ;;;; but i loved the title song so much ! i used to unironically play it on repeat djghskfj

Puzzle moon by gwsn - AHHHH YOUR TASTE !!! i also followed gwsn from debut and puzzle moon is so so so cute ! it’s such a bop too ! they have such fun and catchy songs ! 

Goblin by sulli - ahhh the xylophone chimes ! they make the song sound a bit haunting before the piano comes in ;;;; it really reflects the mv story so well i think ;;; and sulli’s voice is so beautiful ;;;; it’s got that characteristic background vocal harmonies that sm artists usually do and it’s just really beautiful ! 

What are you up to by kang daniel - today on can you tell jess is unfortunately a bg stan daniel’s songs have been so good :,)) i stopped following all the wanna ones closely after a while but ! he always surprises me ! his songs are such vibes u.u 

Best day ever by yeri and nct dream - the TRUMPETS YEEES it’s so upbeat and fun !!! the cheering is so cute i love it ! 

Hair in the air by yeri and nct dream - JAEMINNNNN !!!! I LOVE YERI SO MUCH PLEASE ! i love the vocal harmonies between her and the boys 🥺 it’s so cute T^T ! renjun’s a singer HE SINGS 

119 by nct dream - ah yes this is ncity brand u.u LOL they always have really filled chorus instrumentals and use a lot of vocals to fill up the space which i think is really cool and something i think immediately screams sm artist :0 ! i think renjun’s voice really sells this for me tho HIS VOICE IS AMAZING him and haechan yeees it’s a banger tho :,) 

Save me save you by wjsn - i love wjsn’s music so much ! it sounds so magic and ethereal and totally bops ! their voices are so beautiful too and work together so well and i think this song’s style really suits all the members’ voices so well too ! 

Loonatic by loona - YEEEEES loona are my ult gg ! and oec is probably my fav unit in terms of music ! i have spent many a day playing their whole discography ! haha :3 

Up by izone - MY GIRLS ! yes yes up is so cute ! i love it so much ! the choreo is so cute too ! i love izone please ;;;; 

N/s by stray kids - oh boy okie ;;;; i’m like not a good judge of a lot of hip hop / more rap heavy songs ;;;; bc i was classically trained as a singer in choir ;-; so i’m sorry i do not have much to say about this one ;;;; it slaps tho ! i probably wouldn’t listen to it normally if you hadn’t recommended it tho so ! good to listen to smth outside of my normal preferences  

Sunshine by straykids - OH very very different from the last skz song KJHGKFJHKD yea this is probably more my speed i’m so sorry LOL T-T it’s so good tho :o ! i don’t listen to a lot of skz bc i figured i wouldn’t be able to vibe with them but this one is so good i really like it ! skz and ateez man i’ve been trying to stan for ages but music is a big part of why i stan /stan/ certain groups more seriously and it’s also why i’m only honorary nctzen lol clearly i have been enlightened (literally *looks at my past ult groups* yeaaaa)

Blueprint by stray kids - YEEES IT’S SO UPBEAT ! i love upbeat and brighter songs (i am consistent like this T-T) it’s got summery tropical vibes to it too ! it’s so cute ! 

Question by stray kids - another banger yeeeees ! i vibe with the lyrics too u.u love that 

Any mixtape by stray kids (but I really love 1 and 4) - oooh i still have a lot to get through so i’ll save these for my own time haha ^^ 

I’m your girl by khan

Revolution by Alexa

Secret by wjsn

I wanna be by key and soyeon

Handle it by twice

Teenager by got7 

Take by jus2 (CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH)

Bump bump by woodz

Stylish by loona - this is one of my fav loona b sides yeeees !!!! love them so much ! 

Outta my head by somi

Jpop

showersnow by orbit

show off by orbit

crazy love by orbit

any orbit song ngl 😭

poison girl by nanaka suwa

lost umbrella (I like the tsukishima kei version cause it sounds like lee know :DDD)

Notice by moe shop

Kawaki wo ameku (domestic girlfriend opening)

The day by porno graffiti (my hero academia opening 1)

Odd future by uverworld (my hero academia opening 4)

Again by yui (full metal alchemist brotherhood opening 1)

More English music

Luxury by azalea banks (Ive heard she’s said some terrible things tho 😭 WHY DOES IT SLAP)

Hurricane by Bridget Mendler (I miss this song and ready or not too 😭)

Little dark age by mgmt

I got a couple one direction recs bear with me here 💀

Happily, Magic, AM, 18, Tell Me a Lie, Through The Dark, Wolves, Night Changes, Better Than Words

Hip-hop/rnb

Leaked by lil tjay

Pretty little fears by 6lack and j cole

Water by joe gifted

The London by young thug

Bands by shoreline mafia

Swervin by a boogie wit a hoodie

Father stretch my hands pt 1 by Kanye west

More English music (indila is French)

Northern lights by kennie

I am not a robot by marina

Tourner dans le vide by indila

Parle a ta tete by indila

Greek tragedy by the wombats

Viva la vida by Coldplay (SHHHHH DONT ROAST ME)

La da dee by Cody Simpson (SHH IT MAKES ME HAPPY 😭)

Move your body by loving caliber and anders lystell (this ones good to make u feel like an early 2010’s movie protagonist :D)

Mariposa by Peach tree rascals

Sunflower by post Malone and swae lee (like many songs on here it’s popular but I still wanna put it here cause they make me happy 😭)

I got really carried away sorry I hope you haven’t heard too many of these 😭😭 OKAY BYEEE ❤️