#ahhhhh we're almost through this year.

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I FINISHED TURNABOUT BIG TOP! Which means here is my updated autopsy report ranking for cases and characters!

Both have actually shifted around quite a bit so you may find it an interesting update. I'll explain some of my current thoughts on the new placements as well as my thoughts on 2-3 in general below a break if ur curious.

Okay so first thing let's just address the elephant in the room: We have an all new category on the character ranking!! One that I sure wish I didn't have to include but unfortunately Big Top made some... very Interesting decisions with specific characters. It would be one thing if this content was featured and then addressed, but it was particularly off-putting and frustrating to me that everything was played entirely straight?? So yeah. New lowest of the low category for a couple freaks who are actively courting a 16 year old!!!! yayyyyyy

OTHERWISE, I do have to say.... I was really pleasantly surprised at 2-3 as a case. I can say now I completely understand people having a distaste for it especially in regards to the unsavory age gaps, but literally..... almost everything else in this case was well put together and generally on-par with the quality of the rest of the series? As an overall package I actually still find Turnabout Samurai infinitely more dull. Like, maybe it's just because the lead-up to actually playing it was so uniquely frustrating for me and forcibly lowered my expectations by a ton, but there was so much good shit in Big Top. Maya, in particular, is in top form during this case. She is so fucking funny. I loved almost every word that came out of her mouth and it really solidified her top spot in the character ranking for me at present. But past that, I think the second half of this case is EXTREMELY strong compared to its opening half. I'll admit during the first trial section I was getting kinda tired with it and finding it hard to care given how much I just do not root for Max, so I had tentatively placed it at bottom of C tier. But then once von Karma arrives in the investigation section and then Acro's storyline enters the equation I really think it finds its footing. I actually found the last few scenes of the trial very emotionally effective, especially Acro's breakdown at the witness stand and mentioning how he couldn't follow through with taking his own life to escape his crime due to his desire to see his brother wake up. Like... I legitimately teared up.

And FURTHERMORE.... von Karma. Oh my god. I don't know if I'm picking up on anything here, nor do I want to know until I maybe see it for myself, but something about her conduct in the final trial really spoke to me. I feel like a surface read makes it apparent that she's just as frustrated as she is because she's losing the case to Wright again, and I do think that's a huge factor still to her reaction... but I don't know, I felt something else with her. Particularly when it came to her reaction towards Acro's attempted murder of Regina. I felt like she came across as PARTICULARLY disgusted towards that revelation and towards her own client in a way that subtly humanized her and had me just CHUCKLING AND CHORTLING in evil anticipation towards potential character arcs. I really hope I've grasped onto something here because... I love her so much. I love the idea that in spite of her reputation we're still gonna get to see this spark of humanity light up. AHHHHH.

Okay. Anyway. In summary:

I understand why people have a distaste for Big Top now, but it does not change the fact that I desperately wish I had been given the chance to experience the story myself going into it without that baggage. It genuinely did not help my experience in the slightest to just have that cloud of expectation over it and it is generally irritating that I couldn't even bring up that I was playing it without people jokingly apologizing to me or telling me that I wouldn't be able to handle it or whatever. Really not a great vibe.

As a case, it has a couple MAJOR, GLARING points of discomfort but I'm still really glad I gave it a chance and was able to find a lot of good in it anyway. It inspired me to unfortunately lower some of my other rankings because this is what I kind of consider a more middle-of-the-road quality for the series now. Solid B tier. I have played much worse.

Maya Fey is a god damn treasure.

As for some of the other character shifts, particularly in relation to some of the characters who got bumped from S to A rank, that's less because I decided I like them less now than I did when I first ranked them and more that I decided my initial interpretation of my feelings was incongruent in some cases. Like, for example I LOVE Mia I really do she's great, but in no way at this current time is she on the same level as Maya or Lana for me. So I just needed to adjust the ratios a bit.

Anyway, I'll be back eventually with posts about the next case and the last one of AA2! :3 I hear it's pretttyyy long but pretttyyy damn GOOD. Can't wait.

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Hey! I know I'm in the queue at the moment but I thought of another idea. Feel free to submit new asks before me.

Name: Andrea

Age: 30

Eye color: Light blue

Hair color: Bleach blonde

Body: 5'9" tall, muscular with broad shoulders and a big belly.

Personality: Known publically as a strong and silent bodybuilder, she can be quite sensitive with a low pain tolerance.

Additional info: Andrea seeks the clinic for its kind doctors. Her family is known for having strong, big babies. She can be quite fidgety and restless, which makes it hard to keep her strapped in stirrups.

Sweat trickled down from Andrea's blonde hair as she rode the contraction, her light blue eyes shut tightly in a painful grimace. The baby was pushing, and though Andrea was quite a strong, muscular woman, she was also quite sensitive in her lower body, and each push felt like the big baby was going to rip her birth canal open permanently. "Good, you're doing so good," the kind young midwife coached her. The midwife's name was also Andrea, and so the two of them had bonded over this funny little coincidence as the 30 year old mother had first gone into labor. To avoid confusion, the midwife told her to call her Rea, a nickname her friends already were using for her, and Andrea had agreed. That had been two hours ago, and labor had sped up rapidly since then.

"Come on, I know how strong you are, you can do it," Rea said as Andrea fidgeted in the stirrups, letting out a loud moan as the baby's head burst through her birth canal roughly. "Oooowwwww," Andrea called out as her body pushed, pain surging through her back and legs. Rea massaged Andrea's legs gently as the contractions continued. Andrea could feel it moving down slowly and could also feel her hips widening to accommodate the child she was pushing out of her. "Ooh, it feels big!" Andrea moaned. "It's big, isn't it?" Rea reached a few fingers into Andrea and felt around. "Yeah, it is," the midwife responded. "Good news, though, the head is right there!" "A few more pushes and it'll be out!"

After a few minutes of Andrea grunting and moaning, giving very strong and intense pushes, the baby's head became visible in her vagina. She pushed more, and her folds began to open as the head emerged, and kept opening as the head emerged, and emerged, and emerged. "OH OW OW OW AHHHHH IT HURTS!" Andrea exclaimed as the pain of her sensitive vagina stretching around the large head hit her full force, and yet it was still opening even wider. She had expected this somewhat when she had gotten pregnant, as her family had always had fairly large babies, she being one of them. However, she was not expecting pregnancy to increase her sensitivity in her lower body, especially her pussy, 20-fold! It was the most painful sensation she had ever experienced in her life, and yet the head was still coming. "Don't stop pushing," Rea ordered as Andrea continued in one large push, running out of breath. "Don't stop or else the head might go back in, and we'll struggle to get it out again!" Andrea did not think she could stop even if she wanted to, as her body seemed to have come to the same conclusion Rea had. She panted as the push continued, trying to keep from passing out from the pain. After another minute, there was a pop of fluids as the head finally fully emerged, and Andrea slumped back onto the bed, panting out of breath. That one push had lasted for three minutes straight, and though the head was out, the pain in her vagina and lower body was a constant burn and throb. "Catch your breath," Rea said soothingly as she felt around the head for a cord. "Don't touch my p...puss..." Andrea began, but Rea reassured her that she would be as careful as she could, knowing how sensitive Andrea's vagina now was. "No cord, we're good," Rea reported. "We're almost done!" "Push whenever you are ready, Andrea!" "I can't do this anymore," the tired mother moaned out, crying slightly. "Yes you can," Rea argued. "You are strong, and you got that huge head out!" "I know it hurts, but you can do this!" "Just a little more!" With a huge cry of effort as well as pain, Andrea pushed and felt the baby's huge body leave her after another two minutes. "It's a boy," Rea said happily over the baby's crying. "17 pounds!!" Rea looked over and saw that Andrea had passed out in relief and exhaustion. Smiling, she took the newborn over to the nearby table and began examining him.

(Your character rolled an 8 = Single baby birth)

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I'm about half way through Storia del nuovo cognome and IT IS EVEN BETTER THAN THE FIRST BOOK, I feel like I'm going to explode if I can't discuss this book, these characters, their relationships with someone and I'm so mad it took me so many years to get into this series. Sorry for filling your inbox with this nonsense but truly, I am so thankful that you posted about the book (and the series! Literally cannot wait to watch it, especially after hearing that you really like it!) this obsession is giving me life rn. Thank you again <3

ahhhhh i'm so so glad you're liking it so much!! i was so blown away by the depth afforded to every character, i had to keep reminding myself that it was fiction and not a memoir because it felt so rooted in reality. like, it almost feels gauche to pick a "favorite" character or relationship because it would be like picking a "favorite" friend or acquaintance from someone's actual life. idk i guess after soooo so many years of fandom brain rot it's also remarkable to engage with a piece of media that is so meticulously made and therefore utterly complete, a whole story unto itself with no cracks for me to insert any of my own editorial urges.

i think the metatextual stuff with elena herself being a writer, plus elena ferrante sharing her name (pseudonym) and the books being told from "elena's" first-person perspective creates this really interesting dynamic between the reader and the writer and the characters...like even with this level of detail there's still a distance between us the readers and elena ferrante the writer which is frankly unusual in today's literary/publishing environment. how well can we really know a person, even when we know all of the minute "facts" of their life, even when we love them? i think that last fragment of distance between lenù and lila ends up defining so much of the story so it's interesting to see a version of that relationship replicated with US as we're reading about it!!

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01:37 16/02/2023

Well... its obvs been a while since i updated huh. reading back on some of those .. some of its nice ig and some of it is quite articulate but looking back on some of it with my perspective now, idk its sad but also a little cringe lol. but thats the point of a diary to keep it cringe and truthful to how im feeling in the moment. well anyway

its 2023 woooo im in my second year of uni and things are pretty okay i guess. im still a litlte lonely dont get me wrong but im sure things will get better. um. ive got an essay due at midnight on the 16th (technically today) and im like a third through it? but the first 1/3 is the easiest part cos its just explaining the concepts. anyway im behind on a lot of uni work. for no reason. at all. like theres no good reason behind it other than i need medicated i guess. maybe i really should get meds im an adult now so im hoping they can. its genuinely really affecting my uni performance i cant get out of bed most days during the winter cos its so so cold. why is the world so so cold. my feet are also so so cold. can you tell im procrastinating :P unis still lonely but also i barely go anyway so what would i know anyway. i got some hobbies i guess. anime has revived my want for a tumblr blog so in november i made a new blog for anime ToT. its fun tho i really do enjoy it its so fun and silly and i can be as insane as i want to over fictional characters. better than twitter by a mile cos well yeah. it has also reignited my want to make art, cos then i can post it and other people who are also insane about the same characters can enjoy it too. even if its kinda bad idgaf. the whole 'oh shit two cakes' meme constantly runs through my head.

ahh anyway i also like playing video games too, or ig the difference is i have the money to buy them and a decent laptop to run them on. so that helps fill the void of community im missing. i really miss people. and im a huge introvert for the most part (unless im drunk but shhhh) but i miss not being in my room 24/7. i guess the theme of this update is i need meds ToT. not that it will necessarily be a perfect solution sometimes theyre not but ig it doesnt hurt to talk to a doctor about it. that depends on if i can actually get an appt ahhhhh. i dont have too much to talk about ig just that im alive and barely staying afloat but not actively suicidal so *thumbs up*. i really do need to write this essay i would dislike to get an extension because then i would just put it off again until next week lol. im such a good procrastinator :D this definitely isnt detrimental to my non-existent work ethic.

maybe i can talk about something thats itching at me from my philosophy course. my essay isnt exactly on this topic but i rlly wanna formulate some thoughts on it lol.

so we're talking about what exists in the world right? things people would easily say exist are things like tables, chairs, frogs, dogs, atoms and molecules. things that are a little harder to figure out if they exist are things like love, morality, goodness, numbers, gender. the lists are not exhaustive but that kind of thing. and there's this concept of Ordinary Objects(OO) and Extraordinary Objects(EO). the first list has almost all OO, which are defined as being highly visible objects right before our eyes (that do not escape our notice). the atoms and molecules make things tricky in philosophy as nothing can ever, ever, be simple in this subject. anyway. EO are objects that are also highly visible objects that do escape our notice. you're thinking how can an object, a physical object, that is so obviously in front of us, escape our notice??? well you're not alone in thinking philosophy just makes up things along with justifications of said things just for shits and giggles, and calls it a day, cos that's exactly what i thought when i heard this the first time. and genuinely so much of philosophy is just postulating and theorising about this thing and that thing but its done with such earnestness and sincerity that i get endeared by these stupid dead guys. ANYWAY. the existence of EO are obviously controversial (of course) and even OO are argued too. but yes what are EO exactly? the example given in the reading was a Trog - an object that is composed of a dog and a tree trunk. no, they are not connected in any way, and no they don't even have to be near each other but they can compose this object called a Trog. this is what you can call an EO. it is highly visible (assuming the dog isn't microscopic and the tree is not invisible) and it is right before our eyes yet we never notice it. well of course, who would? but the question is do EO really exist or is it a baseless theory. well...

another example of an

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What I'm dealing with right now:

yesterday i graduated the kids i helped raise from toddlerhood after working 12 hours a day and devoting way more energy, attention, and money than is probably healthy to them for years

i get two weeks off before i start training for my next job! more time than ive ever had to rest

the new job is in another city which will be great for me but i haven't arranged anything yet so far as living arrangements (im not too pressured, i can commute until i do)

i am SICK, have had a migraine for the last three days (i think it started from the typhoon that came through here) but now the rest of my health continues to decline

What I choose to believe about it:

I am like zuko in ba sing se after he chooses to free appa and my body is going through a metamorphosis bc of the big life change i am going through so thats why im sick

The real explanation probably:

my one student showed up to school with what was almost definitely covid and exposed all of us because his mom didnt tell anyone and also didnt want to test him for it because if it was positive he would have to miss graduation

so he definitely probably gave me covid

btw taiwan's relationship with covid is pretty different to most of the rest of the world because we never had a lockdown or a huge initial panic about it, and actually there weren't even like any local cases here until 2022 so we're like at least about a year behind the curve compared to other countries but that's for a different post

also nowadays you can go to work/school with a mild case but kindergartens have different rules because the kids are as young as 2 years old but the parents dont seem to care about this

also now that im rambling im REALLY concerned already about my eating habits in the next 2 weeks because as much as im on track with recovery bc of my routine, now that routine is gone and i already do a terrible job on weekends.... my point is if im not eating/eating well then yeah thats gonna impact my health too ahhhhh

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21.12 - Deck The Halls, opie winston

Title: Deck The Halls Theme: Tree / Decoration Fandom / Character(s): Opie Winston & OFC, Hazel Morrow - Sons of Anarchy Warnings: Angst and awkwardness, mentions of a black eye, pregnancy... That’s p. much it. Word Count: 2k, roughly. And we’re just 3 days out from Christmas Eve now, guys? Can you believe it? It’s been one hell of a year and I know that personally, I will be glad to put 2020 behind me. I pray that 2021 is so much kinder to us all. In the spirit of kindness and gifts, here’s mine for @champbucks​ 12 Days Of Christmas challenge, which in case you’ve missed it, I’ve been participating in. Hazel Morrow is my own personal creation from the Sons of Anarchy universe and while I’ve never actually /written a fic/ using her, I have written about her on the blog here in the past. Anyway, enough rambling! Enjoy!!

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The sound of the door being nearly beaten down had my heart pounding for a second or two. I sat up in bed, frozen. The knocking got louder. I don’t think I really relaxed until I heard Opie call through, “Haze, you up, darlin?”

My brow raised, especially when I caught sight of the time glancing at my cell phone. It was a little after midnight. And as far as I knew, the guys had all gone off on a run earlier. Normally, a run lasted at least a day or two.

Opie knocked again and it spurred me to movement. I slipped out of bed and pulled on an oversized plaid shirt over the thin little gown I’d been wearing to sleep in. Rubbing my eyes and yawning, I made my way down the hallway. 

“Opie, everything okay?” I yawned out the question as I opened the door to my apartment and stepped aside to let him come in.

And he came in alright, but he was dragging a massive Christmas tree.

I bit my lip, eyeing it and then him. I flinched as I felt the fluttering kick in my abdomen and my hand moved down, resting on my stomach. “I knew eggs ranchero at the diner was not a good idea.” I gave a sheepish laugh. Opie chuckled quietly and after propping the tree against a wall, he rubbed his hand over his head.

“Mom said you guys went out earlier. On a run.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything real big.” Opie shrugged. “Jax’s idea.” he nodded to the tree currently occupying the wall next to my apartment door and I gave a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah, he had a bug up his ass when he was over here two nights ago helping me fix the sink. Said that it’s going to be his niece’s first Christmas, she needed a tree and decorations.”

I didn’t dare ask anything further. While I may be trying to reconnect with the family I’d distanced from years before because of their life choices, I still operated on the firm belief that the less I knew, the better off  I was.

One of us stepped just a little closer. The baby kicked again and I gave a soft giggle, the sound dying away on my lips as I looked up and locked eyes with Opie. Already staring down at me with this intent look in his eyes. And that heavy tension filled the air all over again. Just like it’s done every single time Opie and I have a run in.

I eyed the tree again, just to keep myself from stepping even closer to him. I could see the beginnings of a black eye in the dim overhead lighting and I winced a little, raising my fingertips gingerly to touch the area. Opie grumbled and I was about to quickly snatch my hand away, but he caught hold of my wrist and held my fingers where they’d been gingerly resting against his face.

 “Jax didn’t bring the tree over himself.” I muttered, mostly to myself, mostly just to have something to say to shatter the tension filled silence between Opie and I at the moment.

He still hadn’t let go of my wrist so I could move my hand, so I didn’t bother trying to do it myself. Opie stepped a little closer and chuckled quietly, shaking his head. His next words shocked me just a little.

“Actually, I offered.”

“You did, huh?” I tilted my head slightly, smiling up at him a little.

Opie chuckled again and when I felt his hand settle on my hip and give a light squeeze, I took a shaky breath or two. “Why’s that such a surprise, huh? We used to be best friends, Haze.”

,, and I also used to be head over heels in love with you. And I still am... If only you had a clue, Opie.” the thought reared it’s head and I shoved it out, correcting him quietly. “We still are.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Opie hadn’t ever been the kind of guy to pull punches.I’d known that at some point, he was going to confront me. However, I didn’t expect it to be at a little after 1 am, in the middle of my living room.

I sighed quietly. “I just.. I wanted to give you space.”

Opie nodded. We were back to the heavy silence again. And we kept drifting closer to each other. The closer we drifted, the more I wanted to grab hold of the front of his cutte and pull his mouth down against mine. To finally kiss him. Finally lay it all out there. Because the biggest reason I’ve been avoiding him since I moved back here?

Because seeing him again. Being close to him again.. It brought everything right back. Stronger this time, because I could see he was hurting and it made me hurt for him. It made me want to be the one comforting him. And it scared the hell out of me because the whole reason I’ve never acted on how I feel towards him is because I’ve always told myself that I can’t be with one of the guys in the MC. I couldn’t…Especially not Opie, not as much as I loved him. If something were to happen to him, I didn’t know what I’d do.

,, but you’re miserable keeping it to yourself. And keeping such a distance that you can’t even be in the same room with him is only making it worse because he’s your best friend and you miss that. You need that right now.” 

“I don’t recall askin for space, darlin.” Opie’s voice was husky. The way he said it had me looking up from where I’d been distractedly staring down at his cutte and trailing my fingertips over the stitching in the leather to meet his gaze. I swallowed hard and nodded. For once I was at a loss for words. Because I didn’t want to give him space either, but at the same time, that old fear still ruled me. “I just want my friend back.”

I nodded again. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckled quietly, giving me a tight but careful hug. “It’s okay. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad or something.”

Some of the tension dissolved, but not all of it. No, the air was still thick, heavy with words I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to say. He reached up above us and pulled the string to the overhead light to make it brighter and nodded to the tree. “I’m here… Let’s see if we can’t get this fucking thing up.”

“I hope it fits. The ceiling’s real low and that tree looks like it’s a fucking giant.” I laughed softly, making my way into the little kitchen area to grab some scissors or a knife, something to cut the plastic webbing that bound the tree and kept it compressed. After a little digging I found some scissors and walked back into the living room. Right at the exact time that Opie was walking towards the kitchen where I’d been.

We found ourselves body to body again and I stared up at him a second or two. He nodded to the fully extended tree and brandished a pocketknife. “Always have it on me.”

“Yeah. Hey, wait. That’s the knife I got you for your birthday.”

Opie chuckled quietly and nodded. We turned our attention to the tree for a few seconds and I let out a shaky laugh. “He had to get the fullest damn tree for this tiny space.”

“He wouldn’t be Jax if he didn’t.” Opie laughed and shook his head. Neither of us had moved yet. He was staring down at me again, the look in his eyes like he wanted to say something. Then he was leaning in. His lips brushed mine lightly and I couldn’t stop the quiet whimper that came as my eyes fluttered open and closed. “Haze?”

“Mhm?” I hummed out the word, my mouth brushing right against his all over again. We were too close now. I had hardly any willpower left to fight off the overwhelming desire to close the distance between our mouths. Obviously, he didn’t either, because one of his hands raised, tangling in my hair and resting across the back of my neck to pull my mouth completely against his. My hand went from resting palm down against the leather vest to clutching at it as I rose to tiptoe. His free arm wrapped around my waist to keep me from losing my balance and our noses bumped clumsily as his tongue trailed the outline of my mouth. “I can find some ornaments tomorrow… We can decorate it.” he half mumbled against my mouth as I answered quietly, “Yeah.” laughing softly into the kiss. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and the kiss broke, both of us pulling away, breathless.

“Opie…”

“ Yeah, Haze?”

“The reason I’ve been keeping my distance is because I can’t just.. I can’t go back to just being friends with you. I..” I trailed off, fidgeting under his intent gaze before eventually dropping mine to stare down at my chipping toenail polish.

Opie tilted my chin and smirked down at me quietly. “I don’t want to be friends. Did you miss that whole kiss just now or somethin, darlin?”

My breath caught in my throat and I blinked. 

“I want you, Haze.”

I melted against him and muttered quietly, “I want you too. I… we just have to take this slow, okay?”

“I waited this long, didn’t I, darlin?”

“Yeah… I mean, I guess you did.”

Opie pulled me against him and laughed against the crown of my hair quietly, “It’s real cute how oblivious you are sometimes, Haze.”

I pouted up at him and he chuckled again. “You need your rest. I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?”

“Be careful going home, please?” I walked him to the door of my apartment and pressed against him, putting his back against the door as I pulled his mouth down against mine all over again, giving him a deep and slow kiss. His hands moved over my sides and as the kiss broke, he reached out, resting his thumb against my lip. “Night, Haze.”

“Night, Opie.” I shut the door behind him and leaned against it to catch my breath and attempt to process after I’d locked all three of the locks. When my eyes settled on that damn giant of a tree, I burst into laughter and shook my head.

Maybe having a meddling older brother isn’t a bad thing. Maybe his meddling was what was needed tonight. I felt more free than I’ve felt in years, finally having everything out in the open. A soft and lazy smile formed on my face as I replayed what happened over again in my head.

And I found myself excited for tomorrow.. And any day to come after that.

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OK, what about Eddie dating a cinephile? Like, they meet each other in a videostore, and there're always something new, because you can't possibly watched everything... 💕

Masterlist <3

THIS IS SO SWEET AND AMAZING I LOVE IT 😭💘 (I like cinema a lot but idk if I'd call myself a cinephile so this is just fucking perfect ahhhhh hope u like it bestie <3)

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"Hey Y/L/N" Steve greeted me as I once again walked into Family Video. "What ya got for me, Harrington?" I smirk, leaning over the counter, looking over the little doodles he and Robin made, tickets with addresses I'd never be able to read and some change they didn't place on the cash register. Steve pulled out an enormous pile of tapes from under the surface, all neatly wrapped in cellophane paper. Fresh tapes.

"Seriously, you could be addicted to weed or alcohol, but you choose to drown yourself in-" "Art? Yes" I interrupted, my rings jingled as I made grabby hands and directed them to the new movies they had curated for me "Gimme gimme" The paper felt soft under my fingers, and I couldn't help but sigh in relief to see I had my weekly watch list updated once again.

For about a month now, Steve and Robin had been keeping a copy of the best-reviewed films in the "art" labelled box that came in every week for me. Not that they ran out of copies, because if we're honest, no one in Hawkins watches the three-hour, black and white, European movies over the latest Police Academy, but because they chose them specifically for me and saved me the reading and researching.

And for that, I'd be eternally grateful.

"'Paris, Texas'?" "'84, it's about this homeless dude who wanders off the desert and tries to reconnect with his seven-year-old son and his wife" Steve explained, exaggerating now and then on his tone, mocking what seemed one of the worst plots ever "It's from that one dude you like, Y/N" said a raspy voice in the back, soon, Robin was walking to us with a box in her hands "Win Wenders?" "Yes, him" she nodded, dropping the package on the floor next to Steve's feet.

"It must be good then" I smiled, tapping my fingers on the tape and directing myself to the horror section "Start counting Harrington, I'm feeling hysterical tonight!" he laughed at my affirmation and jazz hands before registering the prices of the 5 movies I was taking home "On it". I dragged my feet through the carpeted floor, scanning over the endless dumb titles and humming a certain Black Sabbath song I couldn't get out of my head since yesterday.

"What the fuck is 'the fly' supposed to be about?" I asked myself, giggling audibly and continuing for my search. The rack was awfully empty this week. Shit. And then, I saw it. Almost like a vision, the lights reflected on the shiny letters; 'Friday the 13th: Jason Lives'. The cover had Jason's hockey mask illuminated from behind. 'Jason Lives' could be read on a grave. I scoffed, chuckling at the ridiculousness and the lengths people will go to keep a franchise alive.

Perfect.

I smiled to myself, noticing it was the last copy. I reached to grab it. "Hey Steve, I'm also ta-". The touch of someone else's hands stopped me mid-sentence. My eyes looked up after we both flinched, revealing a tall boy with the craziest hair I had ever seen. His lanky, pale figure framed by a t-shirt from a band I didn't recognize and black jeans.

"Shit, sorry," we both mumbled under our breaths, loud enough for the other to hear. We laughed together, a pretty one he had. "It's the only good one of this miserable bunch," I giggled, pointing awkwardly at all the others. Would it kill me to stop being so stupid and act like a normal person when hot people were around me? "Yeah, this week's selection is pretty crappy," he nodded, motioning his ring covered fingers over the complete area. "Watch it, Munson" Steve warned.

Munson. I've heard that somewhere.

"You can take it," I said, offering him a tight-lipped smile and waiting for him to take it. "No, it's okay. Take it," he answered. "Listen, I'm taking a bunch of tapes, anyway. Harrington has them on the counter now. This was just a whim." he smiled cheekily and paused for a second before taking the title.

"Let's watch it at my place"

I couldn't help but laugh quietly, blushing a little, but still a bit freaked out by the sudden request. "What makes you think I'd go to some stranger's house to watch a crappy movie?" I question, looking him dead in the eye with a curious glimpse coming from my pupils. "I mean, they say it's pretty good; A sixth part that has been attempting to keep whatever they have going on alive, pathetically, by the way, might be enough to risk your life," he smirked playfully, brushing some hair out of his face with his ring-clad fingers.

"Nice rings" "Thanks" we both stared at each other, him hoping I'd say yes and me contemplating the decision I was about to take. Would mom be proud? No, she wouldn't. This was probably a terrible idea, but in my head, Robin and Steve knew him, so I was 99% sure he wasn't a total psycho trying to kill me.

"Fine, but you gotta walk me home after" I smiled, walking before he could say anything else. A little "Yes ma'am" followed soon after and I heard steps coming behind me. "15 dollars, please and thank you," Steve grinned, packing the tapes in a plastic bag and sliding them over the counter.

"Did you not want anything from the shitty horror section?" Robin asked as the boy gave her the movie and handed her some wrinkled dollars from his black pants pockets. "Yeah, but he's paying for it" I giggled, taking the bag with my tapes and walking towards the exit. From the reflection on the store's glass, I could see Steve and Robin's perplexed expression as I waited for Munson boy by the door.

"Relax you two, the voices haven't acted up in a while now," he smirked. Robin couldn't help but burst out laughing and I did as well, after knowing for sure he was joking "Plus, Harrington here knows where I live in case I decide to kill you" he smiled sweetly at me, opening the door for me.

"Well, at least I'll look pretty while making my way through the doors of hell. Bye, guys!" I waved the wonder duo goodbye and walked outside, accompanied by my new friend, who had a little smile on his lips. "Do you live far from here?" I asked, walking as the dirt on the road got my black boots muddy. "No, it's only a couple of blocks away. Ya' know the trailer park?" "Oh yeah! So it really isn't too far from here"

A brief pause was made, cars passing by next to us, the sound of the wind being the only thing heard aside from the music they were playing on the inside. "I know you" I nodded, throughly sure I've seen this boy somewhere else. "School?" "Probably, b-but there's somewhere else I've..." "My band? 'Corroded coffin' rings any bells?" he seemed hopeful. He wanted my answer to be a yes, but I really remembered nothing related to a band.

"No. But that's one great fucking name." He nodded, laughing softly at my remark. "I know. Y-you should come see us... we play at the hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We actually get a crowd of about... five drunks?" Munson admitted. He sounded almost embarrassed but still with a dorky smile adorning his lips "Hey that's something!".

After about five minutes, we arrived at his trailer. It was getting dark and the warm lights coming from the tall posts scattered around gave the place a mysterious atmosphere that was very much appreciated for our current situation. He struggled briefly with the keys in his hands, the lock not working properly the first time he put them in.

I got inside, cleaning my shoes on the rug rapidly and dropping the plastic bag I had been holding on the couch. Papers filled the carpeted floor, many notes and drawings sketched with black ink adorned them. They were on top of some squared sheets and maps of what seemed to be a fantasy land. "Excuse the mess. I wasn't expecting visitors." the boy quickly but with great care gathered them all, placing them on the empty table near the kitchen.

"You say that as if you weren't the one inviting me over" I said as I sat on the couch and waited for him to play the movie "Well, it's not every day you see the pretty girl you've noticed at school reaching for the last copy of the slasher movie you were pretending to check out. Sue me" he breathed, walking towards my direction and sitting on the other side of the small yet comfortable loveseat.

I felt the heat creep the way up my cheeks. Truth is, he was hard to miss. The big hair, rings, black bandana in his back pocket, chains, all black clothes. Of course, I had seen him at school before, but it seemed like a wild idea he'd noticed me as "the pretty girl" or for either of us to even acknowledge each other's existence. Hawkins was one shitty small town.

Throughout the movie, we remained silent besides from the small scoffs and maniac-like laughs we released at the silliness of the deaths on the film. I had to admit it was refreshing not to watch something that required deep analysis and my undivided attention. He made popcorn, and we placed it in the middle of the couch, him throwing single pieces at me from time to time and vice versa when we got bored.

It was nice to see a Jason movie that hadn't had just one death and some nice jokes in the horror of it. To be honest, all I've ever thought about when I'm reminded of that night is that boy's company. The little quirks he put on display when a jump-scare got him, how he'd mumble things to the characters as if they could hear him and his feet going absolutely wild when he got excited.

He was the nicest stranger I had ever met.

As promised, he walked me home. It had many advantages to it; it was dark, the walk home was about twenty minutes and I really found myself extremely intrigued about him, so I really didn't feel like the night to end right there. As we wandered to my place, he told me all about his DnD club, the band, how he learned to play guitar and the stories behind his tattoos since I pointed them out eagerly when I first noticed.

"I'm taking you to get a tattoo" he stated, more like a decree than a request "Jesus no! My parents would kill me" "Oh but they don't need to know about it" he teased with a little smirk on his face, raising his speed for just a moment and facing me soon after, walking backwards into the road. "You are a bad influence, Munson." "They don't call me 'the freak Munson' for nothing, doll" he winked.

I could feel something about the way he said that. And I just knew Jason and the team who shared a single brain cell with him must've come up with that stupid nickname "They just can't handle your coolness" "You think I'm cool?" he smiled "Duh" I said, widening my eyes with knitted eyebrows at the thought of him thinking otherwise of himself as we stepped into my front yard.

"Thanks" I nodded right after we stopped a few steps away from my door. "Hey, you potentially risked your life by coming with me. It's the least I could do" I couldn't help but giggle at his statement. "I was extremely stupid, yes. " "But did you have fun?" "I did" I smiled, walking towards my door and leaving him behind.

"And uh, by the way, the name's Eddie. I-I'm Eddie Munson," he said from the street just as I was about to close the door. "I'm Y/N" "See you tomorrow, Y/N" he smiled, waving goodbye and walking back from where we came from.

But I didn't see him on Monday. Or on Tuesday. Not even wandering the halls. Truth is, I was hoping to see him right away. It was until Wednesday when we finally spoke again. "Hey, Y/N" were the words that startled me when I was getting some stuff from my locker, I flinched before I turned to see it was him, earning a soft giggle.

"Relax, not here to murder you" he smiled. "Where have you been?" I asked, actually curious. "I could tell you I've been pretty busy with my business or I just didn't feel like coming but I've been trying to figure out how to approach you for the past two days" he barely blushed at the statement, rocking on his feet back and forth, hands in pockets.

God, is he cute.

"Is the plan coming along? Are the results fulfilling?" "I got to see you again, so yeah" now I was the one blushing like crazy, he noticed and smirked so smugly it almost made me mad. I couldn't get mad at him but I know I had given him the satisfaction of seeing me blush. "Does the pretty girl happen to be free on Friday night?" he questioned, looking at me amused "The pretty girl happens to be, yes" I nodded smiling.

"Great. Movie night?" my heart melted at the thought of repeating the whole thing again, wanting nothing but that since he left last time "What are we watching?" "I don't know, but there's plenty of tapes at Family Video. You're not about to tell me you've watched it all, are you?" he said, raising his brows at the serious matter in hand "I don't mind re-watching" I joked, getting a small smile from him too-

"Oh you got me feeling kind of special, Y/N" "You are, Eds" I closed my locker after noticing the red tints on his cheeks. "Now walk me to class," I said patting his arm and walking before he caught up.

We started dating a month after that.

To this day, I am convinced there hasn't been a more beautiful coincidence than Eddie Munson to ever happen to me.

[erismerald]

MY NEW ROAD - Chapter 1

» Older Daniel Diaz x reader 

» Warnings: mature, romance, blood, gang                                             

Chapter 2

» So i was hoping i could read something about daniel diaz, at the end of 5 ep, and as i was sick of waiting,  so i decided to write a long short about older daniel diaz, so let's go :)

And there I was, in this moment  i was terrified, I could I feel my blood coming out of my belly, it hurts a lot... I couldn't breathe, or think, to be honest I didn't know what to do... Who is he? Why is he here? For a few seconds i felt my body being lifted up.

" Y/N ? Oh please wake up... ahhh SEAN!!!!"

I recognized this voice, but I just let my eyes close, I felt my body fall asleep.

*A FEW HOURS EARLIER*

So HI!! My name is y/n, im 17 and right now I'm living on my own in Mexico, more property in puerto lobos.

I'm a very simple girl, I grew up in LA with my grandparents, I never met my parents, and during my life, my grandparents never told me about their daughter, they just told me that she had abandoned me when I was Little, and as for my father, they didn't know who she was, so I never really cared about that.

I've been living here for about six weeks,I study in a small americam school, near here. I'm loving living here I never thought, that a dream I had since I was little would come true so soon, I decided to live here, because I love Mexican culture and not to mention that living by the beach never tires anyone, and I still have the privilege of seeing the sunset disappear into the waves...

Since I was a child I was very shy and I don't know how to express myself to others anht this is the reason why I've not be able to make friends in this new school yet, I feel ashamed when they look at me or try to talk to me, it's complicated, however, I've always managed to make some friends in LA, people I talk to almost every single day.

it's already 7 am i think i should be preparing for school but i think laziness has won ahaha, I got up and tried to take as little time as possible, I don't want to be late again or Ms. Lopez will kick me out of her class again.

I was new to that school and it wasn't the first time I was late, which I can say I love sleeping, but I have to work harder to make sure that doesn't happen, and I'm going to start right now haha.

I tried to take as little time as possible, of course that for me it's kind of impossible, because, I still had to take a shower before going, but I think at least I won't be late this time, I look at the clock and OMG is already 7:50 and the classes start at 8:00, ahhhhh how will I get to school in 10... Afff so much effort for nothing, well at least I can still get to the beginning of the first class.

On the way to school, I saw him again... I think his name is Daniel, he's from my class but I never talked to him before, and to be honest, I never had the courage to talk to him, well... not only with him, I think with everyone in general, so far I haven't made any friends, except the lady from the apartment next door, and we only talk on Sundays, because we have the same way when we go to church.

  I think I've been looking at him too long... why do I say that? He's looking at me right now. I can't deny it he's beautiful... he's so mysterious, but from what I've seen of him, at school he's very fun, reserved, but fun.

I felt him staring at me, which made me completely ashamed, and my only option for not having to talk to him was to hit him and not, to look at him as I passed by, even with my back to him his gaze managed to make me feel a huge chill, but it's a good thing that I'm already arriving at school.

For real I didn't know what to tell him anyways.

When i arrived at school i came across Ms.Lopez on the way. And I think it was at this moment that I realized I was completely fucked up, I tried to go unnoticed, but without success.

And when I turned back I only saw her ferocious gaze directed at me.

"Miss l/n shouldn't be in class already. Preferably sitting at your desk waiting for me." - she looked at me with a deadly look on her face

"oh I finally find you y/n, thx for waiting for me, and here you have your Spanish book that you lent me." He looked at me and winked at me, so that I could continue with the theater.

"O-of course I do, Daniel, there's nothing to be thankful for" he stands next to me and takes my hand. And he gave me the book, I felt my heart go off a thousand an hour...When I lifted my face I saw his eyes glued on me, why did he protect me?

"Is that why you were late?" She looked at me and then at Daniel, I felt the anger in her eyes

"yes i decided to wait for daniel" i smiled at her, and i felt daniel put himself behind me

"Vamos, no te enojes con ella, maestra. Sólo fue esta vez (Come on, don't get mad at her, teacher. It was just this time .)" Daniel grabbed my shoulders and spoke, I saw Ms. Lopez calm her eyes and take a deep breath.

"Hum being so, i let you pass your delay this time you two have 5 minutes to introduce you in my class, and miss L/N thank the boy Daniel for helping her " his voice was calm now but his words were cold.

She continued on her way to the classroom, and I hear Daniel laughed

"You're welcome!" daniel said as my body moved, his voice was now hoarse, I sounded hypnotized by the voice of him.

"T-thank you for helping me." I tried to be short and quick in my answer. I was so nervous and idk why.

"let's go to class before Ms. Lopez decides to murder us, because we're late" daniel just went on her way but stopped 3 steps ahead of me.

"will have to pull you?" he laughs softly and throws a half smile, my heart, jumped a beat when i saw that smile.

"Y-yes" I just followed him.... When we arrived in the room each one sat in his seat, but for some reason, Daniel kept looking at me and it made me nervous for the rest of the time.

During the rest of the day, everything went as usual, except for the failed attempt by me to escape Daniel's gaze, I  don't know what he was looking for in me, but I think I managed to make him lose interest for a while. I think.

When I finally rang the exit bell, I was the first to leave for the first time, I didn't want to know anything else, I just wanted to get home and enjoy being alone.

When I walked through the school gate, I took a deep breath and tried to rearrange my ideas, how can something as simple as talking to a person make me so nervous?

I'll speed up the walk and look at the sky and then at the sea at the end of the street to calm myself down. I didn't understand what was going on this day but I just asked it to end quickly. Yeah, to tell you the truth, I've never had a boy look at me for so long, am I getting a crush on him? AHHHHH well  I hope not.

When I was almost at home, I felt a chill on my back and soon I could be able to realized what was happening....

"Are you trying to avoid me?" Not that voice, not again.

I turned slowly and there he was, did he follow me? When I looked at him I felt my face boiling with shame.

"Did the Cat eat your tongue?" he looked at me and laughed, and began to approach me.

I tried to ignore to not have to answer, I really suffered from many anxiety problems and did not know what to do in these situations.

"okay i got you, you don't want to talk to me don't worry" he looked at the floor and his cheerful expression went to sadness

"well see you tomorrow at school" when he was going to turn around and continue on his way i screamed

"WAIT"

He turned to me and smiled... OH God that smile was so sweet

"I thought you weren't gonna answer ahaha."

"I'm not ignoring you, or avoiding you...I'm just too shy to talk" I couldn't face his eyes so I just looked at the ground.

"Are you sure? I didn't want to get into it with Ms Lopez, but I knew if I didn't, she'd kick you out of her class" when I looked up I came across the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.

It made me blush, involuntarily, I didn't know what to say.

"thank you...and it's okay, I'd be kicked out if it wasn't for you too, so thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome, I've always seen you being very shy with everyone and you don't seem to be the kind of person who would be late on purpose, well, I won't take up your time. See you tomorrow"

he said with a perverse smile on his face

"Oh and if tomorrow you want company for the school I can wait here for you".

I didn't have time to say anything else I just agreed and entered the building.

When I got home I lay on the couch, looking at the ceiling, trying to see what had happened, I didn't notice it, but I felt my body tired and ended up falling asleep.

"Daniel... Something about him attracted me...'

I opened my eyes very slowly, I looked at the window and it was already dark, I picked up my phone and turned it on, I had 5 unanswered calls from my grandmother, this was strange she didn't call me so often

I dialed her number and called...

"y/n honey is you?"

"yes Grandma, what's going on?  I'm sorry I was so tired that I fell asleep and didn't hear you call".

Without telling me anything else she felt like she was crying, but what happened to make my grandmother cry she hardly ever does, and when I say that she doesn't, it's because it's rare.

"Honey, I have something to tell you... Your mother is looking for you," those words left me unanswered, my mother?

No...

No...

Couldn't be, my mother abandoned me 16 years ago, for me she died... I started crying, that person who abandoned me 16 years ago, now its looking for me why? I had so many questions in my mind, I couldn't talk to anybody, I just need some time.

"honey are there? Y/n?" My grandmother called me...

"I'm sorry Grandma, I need to think a little, I'll call you later."

"darling no-" i hung up on her, i don't like to do this but i need time to process

I got up, grabbed my jacket and went out towards the beachWhen I got there I sat down on the sand, and watched the sea, and the waves coming at me, I didn't want to believe that my mother was looking for me, if she hadn't wanted me in 16 years, she wouldn't want me now.... Now I did not even want her back

At that moment I felt that I was not alone there, I turned around and saw a group of people coming towards me.

I got up quickly and tried to get out of there, but it was too late.

Fear sometimes makes us irrational, and at this moment I did not know what to do, I did not know how to react, I was scared, I felt one of the men grabbing me by the arms, and attached me to his body

"hey you, don't move so much kittens, let's talk"

The second man spoke and stood in front of me, and grabbed my face forcing me to look at him.

"so you're the Diaz little princess aren't you?" I wasn't noticing anything, I just tried to get away but without success, I wonder what would happen to me...

I tried to fight and I tried to let go, but unfortunately I only did worse, he pressed himself behind my back and won't let me go.

"Let's teach that boy a lesson, that's what he and his brother will pay to judge us dumb."

One of them pulled a knife out of his waist and approached me...

"NO PLEASE DON'T"

I started screaming, and crying madly, I was now completely scared.

At that very moment, I felt the blade pierce my skin... I didn't know what to do, I just tried to struggle

But when I turned my head, there he was, out of nowhere, the people around me were thrown away, I felt my body fall into the sand...

And there I was, in this moment  i was terrified, I could I feel my blood coming out of my belly, it hurts a lot... I couldn't breathe, or think, to be honest I didn't know what to do... Who is he? Why is he here? For a few seconds i felt my body being lifted up.

" Y/N ? Oh please wake up... ahhh SEAN!!!!"

I recognized this voice, but I just let my eyes close, I felt my body fall asleep...

But to be honest I felt my body warm, from this moment on, it just got dark.

_______________________________________

[yuyungi]

AYYYYY OMG WE'RE MATCHING!!! I'm soft 🥺🙈💖 I love the photobooth content sm 🥰😭 they all looked so gooooooood

Please do 🥺 that's what im here for lovely 💕 whether it's sad/angry or happy emotions 🥺💖💜💖💜💖💜💖 Yeah it really has, it's put us all to the test and brought out all the sides of us. It has been rough but honestly not the worst year or so I've been through, which is so fucking weird to say and almost feels wrong to admit it. 💕 that's such a wholesome and beautiful thing they've managed to give you 🥺 they've done such amazing things for all of us, more things then they can even imagine 😭🥺

Exo really are! I have such a soft spot for them asjdhsjks 😭🙈 just search your url on Spotify, there's a playlist for you 💕 i didn't mean to make it that long but I got carried away. I did a couple bts ones too bc they're our boys 💜 I've added artists/songs I listen to and who I have only just properly discovered 💕💖💜💕💖💜 yeah it really is only a matter of time ahaha 😊 Oooo okay cool! Yeah please do let me know how the coursera one goes! I was going to try and use Duolingo, but my attempt at learning romanian was bad enough idk how I'd be with korean on that app ahaha 😅 The King is like a science fiction(i think?)/rom com and I'm enjoying it sm!! And The guest is about spirits and exorcisms, I love horror stuff anyway so this is just right up my street ahaha 🙊💖 Ahhhhh okay sweet, I've seen them on my recommended page a few times, I'll add them to my list!!! I've heard really good things about them both 💖💜 I'll def have to look into getting those books, I really need to get back into reading and maybe looking into stuff I'm currently into and fascinated by might help me ahah 💖💕💖💕

I loved their outfits in dope sm too ahhhhhh 🔥❤ and asjdhsjks ikr!! Looking back on those videos makes you realise how much they've grown up 🥺😭 Tae is an absolute killer with that lollipop and leather jacket combo 😩🔥 war of hormone did look like so much fun to film!!! And the outfits!?!?! That's the only one I've managed to nail all the moves to lmaoo 😂🙈 They've been through and endured so much, they're still going through it and yet they're the most selfless and thoughtful guys 🥺 like you said bc I couldn'tput it better myself, they're too good for this world 💜

AHAHAHAH 😂😂 RIGHT!?! LITERALLY SAME!!! Yoongi's music is honestly untouchable, he's just so goddamn phenomenal with his writing and producing game asjdhsjks 🥰🔥🥰 Ikkkkk 🥺 bless him 🥺😭 him having an old soul just makes my heart go 💖💜💖🥺💖💜💖 ahhh two old souls are perfect match tho, so he def is your guy asjdhsjks it's just like with him and hobi 🥺💜 I think that's why my hearts gone with Jimin, bc we're similar on a spiritual sort of level 🥺🙈 asjdhsjks

Yesss exactly!!! You both knew when the right time to cross paths was going to come along 🥺💖🥺💖💕

You literally did!!! With those 3 you got a perfect taste of what they are capable of 🔥🙊 I think my 3rd one was danger, which when you put it with war of hormone and dope, that combo is such a throwback 🥺😭 ahahaha

🥺💖🥺💖 honestly same, it makes me so happy when I see I've got a reply from you 💕 and me too!! I find it so awesome 🥺 Those boys honestly just keep doing good, I'm so grateful for what they've done for us both 💖💕💖💕💖💕

Okay oKAY WAIT A SECOND

I'M SORRY my stupid ass gets really confused with changes of url and all BUT OMG BABY YOU'RE MY PAIGE?!?!?!?! BACK FROM SEBASTIAN/STUCKY/MARVEL ERA?!?!?!?! DARLING HIIIIII!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 HAHAHAHA I feel like such a dumbass for not making the connection THEFUCK I'M SO SORRY 🙈😫🤡

Holy smokes I am so excited and I feel so stupid at the same time LMAO HI BABY!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

Asjdhsjks url changes throw me off sm too!!! I've definitely confused majority of my followers too with the constant changes to my url lmaoo

buT-

HIII CAM!!!! YESSS MY LOVELY, THATS ME!!! I'M YOUR PAIGE 💖💕💖💕💖💕 you're so adorable omg also you don't have to apologise at all my love!! You've honestly made my day with this 🥺😂 ahahaha

bit of a tangent - a few months back I remember seeing bts stuff with your tae with suga url on my dash and being like when did I follow a bts centric blog? But then clicking on your blog and realising it was you I was ooh awesome it's Cam!!! (I used to be a huge fan of bts/kpop back in 2015/16 but kinda just dipped out of it) BUt after seeing them on my feed a few times i realised how much I've missed them and other kpop artists I general, and now here I am asjdhsjks so basically I just wanted to thank you for kinda, pretty much bringing them back into my life 💖💜💖💜💖💜💖

ANYWAYS, this is so fucking exciting honestly asjdhsjks and we near enough went from one era to another together and I find that so amazing 💕

I hope you had a good weekend bb and that this week is even better for you 💕💜💕💜 I'm sending you all the love

[disease-danger-darkness-silence]

No one probably wants to know but since I have non-American friends I figured I'd answer as best as I can. 1. We have football fields like literally everywhere. Every high school has one. They're roughly the same size because it's somewhat standardized. So it's something we all can tangibly relate to. 2. That's a specific dialect, many of us do in fact pronounce it "craig. Better question, why do some people pronounce it "krek." 3. A few factors -- one, we're really prude. Two, public bathrooms (to us the toilet is the thing you actually sit on, not the room it's housed in) were not Standard Operating Procedure for a while there, but there were restrooms, which is where people went to literally rest -- some larger public restrooms actually are still built for this feature and include a "resting" area where you can touch up your makeup or lounge on chairs. But mostly the first one. 4. Because we don't have what the rest of the world considers college. To us, college and university ARE interchangeable, because our primary and secondary education do not end until we're 17-19 years old (usually 18), in the 12th grade, which is (possibly) pre-kindergarten (age 4), kindergarten (age 5), and first through 12th. In a lot of other countries college is basically junior and senior year as prep for university, IIRC, but here, you're still in high school for that bit, and you're also preparing for college at the same time and possibly working, living with your parents, trying to learn how to drive, etc. So to us, they're the same thing. The only real difference is that community colleges tend to only do associates degrees and one-year certificates, where universities tend to do four-year bachelors degrees in addition to those other two things, and sometime have graduate programs for masters and doctorates (note: a university here will generally have at least one masters and/or doctorate program available, where a college may do four-year bachelors degrees but generally does not do more than that, and community colleges do the two-year associates thing). And since it's all schooling, from age 4 to possibly age 32 depending on what you decide to get a degree in -- assuming you go directly to college right after high school -- we will generally refer it to being in school, going to school, coming back from school, etc. 5. Because somewhere along the way the two became interchangeable in one direction (lol). We do call instructions instructions, and directions directions, but we will sometimes call instructions directions but never directions to a place instructions. It's all very confusing sometimes but I know that it was outright baffling for my great-grandfather, who served in World War II, so I'm assuming some linguistic divide happened between the 40's and today. 6. This is another regional dialect thing. Think of how different words will have different A sounds -- long A, short A, etc. Some places tend to kind of mix the two a little so that you get a medium A, which sounds a bit frustratingly like an O, but is not in fact an O. I personally pronounce it with a short but kind of slurred A sound (think "apple"). No one really pronounces it with a long A (as in "ape"), but some dialects lend to a sort of exaggerated ahhhhh sound that makes Halloween almost sound like you're using an O and not an A. But it is, in fact, an A. If you've ever seen MASH, think of that one pretentious fuckstick of a doctor, Dr. Winchester, portrayed by David Odgen Stiers. He slips between a real Massachusetts blue blood accent and something a little more southern, and that's where the Ahhhh comes in (Basia would know more about this but yeah); if you watch enough MASH you'll know what I'm talking about.

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