#and i fucking love mogu mogu too

[hannyoontify]

GUESS WHAT MY MOM BOUGHT TODAY!!

[urivart]

I don't know much about your OCs, can you introduce some of them? I'd love to know more about them!

Ok, I'm gonna post some images and tell some stuff about them.

This is Mogu, my first goblin OC, she's an adventurer and I have a story planned for her along with other characters, maybe some day I write or draw something about said story.

This big guy is Vaalkgar, one of my current D&D characters I'm playing in a campaign. He's a firbolg blood hunter-fighter. He started as a barbarian but died, the enemy forces got him and didn't let him die to experiment on him and transform him into a powerful weapon. After a quest the rest of the party members rescued him and now he's fucked up because of everything that happened (but he's stronger too)

This is Tanya, tabaxi blood cleric. She is the character I made to play while Vaalkgar was ''dead'' and captured. She's a cute cat girl who also can be kinda sadistic at times. She's also Vaalkgar's ex girlfriend, but they friends now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I have more OCs but I might let those for another post, thanks for asking!

[angieloveshua]

“My five stars danmei novels.” | Short maybe not that short reasons why I like them.

🎋 —Xiao Mogu.

carrd.

One of the best sci-fi novels I've read in my life, and for the moment, my absolute favourite. The world-building was mind-blowing. The author makes the reader feel the horror of living in an apocalyptic society. PS. If you want to feel more horrified, the end of the world starts in 2020.

An Zhe, a tiny little mushroom, turns into a human. The way he slowly starts to understand human emotions is precious. And Lu Feng, oh, my coronel... 🤧 Their love story will make you cry.

I'll add this quote that symbolises the novel pretty well:

Do not go into that gentle night.

🎋 —Mo Du.

carrd.

This is one of the best crime novels I've read in my life. I think I was wasted all of my braincells understanding the plot. [sighs] If only I was this intelligent with chemistry... Anyways, who cares about chemistry? We're here to talk about Mo Du.

What I love the most about this book is the way everything is connected at the end. You go, “Wow” when you finish it.

The couple dynamic is rivals-to-lovers (chef's kiss). When they start flirting with each other, ho, ho. 👀 And, guys, they have two cats sons!!!

🎋 —Fake Slackers.

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Fake Slackers has such a happy vibe. ~ I was genuinely happy reading it. If you know me, you know, I'm, cough, a masochist and not that fond of fluff, but this one is one of those exceptions. ♡

I love He Zhao and Xie Yu soooooo much, and the whole classroom too. There were moments they made me laughed a lot.

If you're still in high school, go and read this novel; it will give you good advice. If you want to reminisce your days in school, read it too!

🎋 —MDZS.

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Ah, my first danmei novel. 🤧 I'm nostalgic. I remember I was so sad when I finished it because I thought I would never find a novel like this.

What can I say? This is a classic. The plot is incredible and so are the characters and the world-building. Lan Wangji remembered me what is like to fall in love with a fictional character. Lan-er-gege, I love you.

And Wei Wuxian, ah, I identified with him in a lot of things. HE'S FUCKING YILING LAZOU. MAD RESPECT. EVERYBODY KNEEL.

Wangxian is still one of my favourite couples, even after all this time.

I have to say that I didn't cry reading the novel, but I was torn down. But then, hahaha, I cried with every single adaptation. It's Xiao Xingchen's fault —I'm weak for the Yi City arc. The crying starts there.

🎋 —Liu Yao.

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I have two words to say: MY CHILDREN. [breakdowns]

I cried, I have to say, I cried with this one. BUT HOW COULD I NOT?

Fuyao Sect members are my protégé, especially Yan Zhengming. My handsome and narcissistic da-shixiong, I would put my hands on fire for you. He's simply my favourite.

Oh, this novel is such a ride. There are so many feelings. It questions “What is cultivation?,” “What is ascension?,” “How is ascension different from death?” Philosophical, isn't it? As expected from Priest.

Also! The quote that is on bio comes from this novel, and it's simply supreme and when you read that part... [sobbing]

Here is it! Part two of “My five stars danmei novels,” y'all! There are still a lot of novels I love, there will be a part three, don't worry. ~

Read them and suffer (actually, there's not angst in Fake Slackers, so you won't suffer with that one) with me!

[iheartjeno]

[21:37] Koo Jungmo

Jungmo never wanted to get you involved to racing, and yet here you are, in his leather jacket on the bleachers next to Minhee, there to cheer him on. He made Minhee make sure you wouldn't drink too much, not even a sip, as he only let you drink sprite. "One sip." You said as you reached out for the cup Minhee was holding that was actually for Jungmo. "No, I don't think so." He replied, swatting your hand away.

"Oh come on! Just a sip."

"No! I promised Mogu."

"He wouldn't mind,"

"Uh, yes he would."

"Please?

"No-"

"Y/n!" Jungmo called out for you as he watched you and his best frind argue over a stupid drink. Your eyes lit up as they set on Jungmo’s figure, his helmet in his hand, his hoodie smeared all over with oil and dirt. He would use his signature leather jacket, but he wanted you to use it tonight. You start to rush down the bleachers, mumbling a few apologies to people you accidentally kick or bump into.

Jungmo laughs at you when you finally reach his arms, your own circling around his waist, your face pressed up to his hoodie, the oil now on your face as well. "Baby, I'm sorry but i'm gonna have to put this on your back okay? I swear it's not a kick me sign. I only do that to Mini." He mumbled against your forehead as you felt him stick something to your back. You pull back from him, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "What is it?"

He grinned at you before placing a quick, wet kiss to your lips, also known as his infamous good luck kiss he would always require in order to win every race. He then raised his helmet to his head, his fluffy hair bouncing as his head fits through it perfectly. "Ask Minhee, babe." Was the only thing he said before he got onto his motorcycle, zooming off with an 'I LOVE YOU BABYYY' You giggle as you wave back at him. Turning around, you notice everyone staring at your back. "I will beat his ass if it says kick me."

You walk up cautiously, sure not to bump into more people. You reach your seat just to see Minhee smirking at you. "Oh my fucking god it says kick me, doesn't it?" You panic, trying to rip off whatever was on your back. Minhee hits the back of your head, making you stop to hold your head in pain.

"Keep it on, it will save you, trust me." His words confuse you even more. You face him with a big frown, "What does it say?" You ask him, scowling as you see one of the showgirls trying to touch Mark. You grin in triumph when he zooms off in his motorbike. "It says 'KOO JUNGMO’S PROPERTY (the jacket included)'. He's whipped for you. I've never seen him so in love." He coos when a big hue of pink dusts over your cheeks.

"Oh." You state, watching your boyfriend as he gets ready to race, the light pink on your cheeks growing bigger into a deep crimson as you thought of what Minhee said. You watch as Jungmo starts revving up his engine, standing out in his hoodie as the rest of the contestants are all wearing leather jackets. A tiny smile appears on your face when you realize he had given you his, instead of wearing it himself.

Your cheeky boyfriend glanced at you, and although his helmet and hair blocked it, you swear you saw a small wink sent to you. He was definitely gonna win.

NOT ME GHOSTING FOR LIKE A MONTH 😭✋ here’s the a very very shitty Jungmo little drabble to make it up haha 🤠 i hope it’s okay 😔🔫 please feel free to find and read my other posts, like seriously, please

MY DUMBASS JSNFSJBFSJG I KEPT THE MARK LEE AND DIDNT CHANGE IT TO KOO JUNGMO UGHHH IM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY GJENJWBTHENG

[kat-hawke]

Preparations - II

(Following [Preparations], and subsequent sub posts.)

One after another, spaced evenly apart, Kat swung the dagger in wide sweeping arcs. She alternated from Light to Shadow to light again as the energy pulsated from the blade and cleaved the target dummies in two. A handful of the trees behind her home were scared, collateral from the training over the last week of experimenting with various sources of power and combinations, searching for the ideal equilibrium.

Letting the dagger rest at her side Kat pushed the sweaty raven hairs back out of her face, panting as the three-hour-long session came to pause. She plucked the waterskin from the windowsill and inhaled the contents, wiping away the beads of water from her lips with the back of her just as she heard the muttered 'fuck' from within the dagger.

"Three too much?" Kat asked, though hardly concerned. "Are you actually touching the energies, or do they flow through you? I'm not entirely sure how things work for you in there."

"Everything in here is me. Nothing just flows through. It looks like a place, but it's all me. Three is manageable. The Light just hurts."

"Well, I have to alternate," Kat stated, inspecting the damage to the dummies from afar. "I remember the pain. You get used to it."

With a soft thump, the empty water skin dropped to the wooden bench where a few other supplies were sitting. Nimble fingertips found the Azerite crystal next, pulling the stone into the palm as she siphoned off the raw energy to recuperate her strength. The numbing sensation that washed over her mind made her nearly miss Alyssa's next statement.

"It's not the alternation. It's my nature. It repels the Light. I'll get used to it. Keep going."

"No, that's enough of that for now. We found a flow and decent control point." Kat said as she turned to face the clearing, her left-hand coalescing with Void as she reaches out to tear a small hole in the plane of existence.

Pain search from the tips of her fingers to the left shoulder, her body was fighting against the excessive use of the dark magic. Kat grit her teeth and clenched her jaw as the air split open with a tiny portal, a tear into the void. Setting her gaze on the darkness beyond, she uttered a select verse beneath her breath.

"Are you going to tell me why we're doing this training yet?" Alyssa asked again. She did every day but never got an answer.

"This is the endgame." Kat's cryptic monotone offered little to go on as she stared into the vast nothingness as the repulsive voidling lurched itself free from the portal. Her gaze was cast down to the dagger in her hand as the creature gurgled and crawled about. "What did it feel like when I stabbed the Faceless and K'thir?"

"Chaotic. I lost myself for a moment both times...it felt like a moment, could have been longer. N'zoth spoke to me, and I saw the city." Alyssa's answer came with a cautious form of curiosity.

"Mmm, well, N'zoth is dead now, so that shouldn't be a problem." With a shrug, the blade spun around in her hand, gripping the handle and plunging the dagger into the voidling. The engravings upon the blade shift from teal to purple in the blink of an eye, and the shambling creature shriek out in what one could assume to be pain as its body turned to dust.

Running a fingertip across the glowing floral engravings Kat could feel the raw energy of the voidling's life force resonating from the blade, as minor as it was.

"How do you feel?" She probed, subtly searching for signs of danger. Unsure what to expect when directly feeding the woman's soul with the essence of the Void.

After a short and suspenseful pause, Alyssa gurgled her response."Bwixki... amala zal qulllll."

Kat's eye widened, threatening to nearly fall out of her skull as her gut twisted, and her mind began to panic. "I think not," she stated forcefully, tightening her grip on the blades handle to siphon off the power.

"I'm just fucking with you," Alyssa revealed with a mirthful tone. "It's painful but manageable."

Kat's widened eyes immediately narrowed into a severe squint as she stared at the blade's engravings as if the woman within could physically see the amount of annoyance that radiated off her. With her lips pursed to hide the faint snarl of the upper lip, she looked up to the tear in the Void again, reaching out with another uttered phrase. The second creature that was called forth leaped from the portal, a void spawn this time. One she had no control over as it charged at Kat with its bodyless form.

"Well, since you're having so much fun." She spoke in spite as the dagger was driven into the spawns would-be heart, shouting away the pain with her overhead attack.

Just as before, the process repeated, and the void spawn cried out as it's form drained of color until it vanished from sight. The dagger itself was glowing brightly from the engravings and pummel. The deep purple hue flicked off the blade in whisps. As Kat inspected the weapon, she snapped out of her blind rage, knitting brows together in a brief moment of concern.

"Still good in there?"

"Yes," Alyssa answered in a strained voice, "Won't be able to hold this for very long..."

Wanting to avoid an explosion, Kat did not hesitate to siphon off the energy from the dagger. The sheer amount set her soul on fire, and the bracers constricted against her wrists, and they struggled to contain the power. For a moment, her head was foggy, but she regained footing and forced the energy back over the blade with a broad horizontal sweep—the resulting wave of destructing cleaving down several trees and shearing the boulder in the back.

"That's enough for today." Kat conceded, doubling over to plant her palms on the knees, gasping for breath and reeling from the rapid absorption and discharge. Her mind jumped from one thought to the next, concerned that if this resulted from a simple voidling and minor void spawn, then cutting a lesser void lord would be catastrophic.

"You said that ten minutes ago and then stuck me into a void creature." Alyssa sounded doubtful.

"Would you prefer I stick you in the wall? Again?" There was no sense of jest in Kat's tone this time as she fell back onto the bench.

"Well, that doesn't feel like anything. It's just boring," Alyssa said, pausing for a moment before reaching out again. "I had a question, though."

Kat's eyes rolled. "You often do."

"I keep your mind active," Alyssa replies sardonically. "It's about our link, less question more observation. Something about it is different than it was with Riley."

"How so?" Kat entertained the query for now as she leaned back against the cabin wall. Odell slunk forward from the treeline to check on her condition. The huff of disapproval from the beast had been expected.

"It became clear that I could only see Riley's soul when she had the dagger in hand. I can see yours with almost any kind of proximity."

Kat shook her head a bit as she reached out to run her fingers through the massive fox's fur. Even though Alyssa could not see it, she made an expression that showed she was not at all surprised. "And this surprises you?"

"Yes. You sound like you expected this?"

"Well, I don't think Riley is as magically inclined as you and I, if at all for that matter." Unsure of how accurate her statement was, Kat, glanced up at the broken trees, shelving the thought for another time.

"Did you not expect this? I thought you were supposed to be educated in soul related magics? Our emotional entanglement strengthens the link, as you call it. That's one theory. The other, and most probable, is that it is because I made you, in a sense." Kat pauses for only a second before rushing into an explanation to avoid lingering on that subject. 

"You can't just stick a soul into an inanimate object on a whim, not without preparations and conditioning the vessel first. I conducted a small ritual while binding your soul to the blade. There was, of course, a cost. There always is. Physically many see it as just blood, but it's more than that on a deeper level; it's the life force. Mogu texts referred to it as anima, which they used to power golems. The phrase 'I put blood, sweat, and tears' into this dagger is much more literal in this sense. In a way, there is part of me in you, in there. So I would expect the connection to be healthier." "In my hand, the sheath on my thigh, or even just a few inches away on the desk. I can feel and hear you. More than a few inches, and there is nothing."

Fingers scrunched up a few times in Odell's fur before Kat pushed to her feet, allowing a moment of silence for Alyssa to process all the information given as she collected the few things from the bench to head inside.

"I've gotten very good at blocking out the sounds of souls in soul stones, or I'd have gone mad. Maybe I tried to erase in my mind the fact that part of me was in each of them too. It's a sound theory, though. It would make a lot of sense."

"Short of blaming lack of magical inclination, that is." Kat pointed out as she promptly poured herself a glass of whiskey from the home bar.

"I didn't read magic in her soul."

"Well, case and point, then." The drink was knocked back with a single, fluid motion. "I'm sure she loved you poking around her soul."

"I told her what I saw. I didn't poke into it...much..." Alyssa stated dismissively.

Raven brows pushed together again as a second drink was poured. Kat wasn't surprised, but still a bit annoyed and sought a further explanation. "Much?"

"Once I knew more about who she was, I stopped. I had no idea where I was or who she was when she picked up the dagger. I started probing because I needed to start figuring out how to take...her...o..." Alyssa trails off, clamming up. "Doesn't matter, I stopped looking."

"What?" Raw frustration overtook Kat's tone as she slammed the bottle of whiskey back onto the shelf.

"It doesn't matter now." Alyssa eluded.

Without realizing it, Kat's knuckles had gone white from the fist she was clenching in anger. "How to, what, exactly?" Though she knew where Alyssa was going with the thought, she continued to push for an admittance.

"I was considering any possible option to save you, regardless of who got hands on the dagger." Alyssa continued to evade. "That's all. I didn't have to do anything dangerous since Riley found me."

With flared nostrils, Kat let out an agitated huff as she spat, "Right."

"I was just considering that I might be able to hijack a soul." Composedly, Alyssa yielded. "Better not to have to find out, though, right?"

With a clenched jaw, Kat's teeth felt as if they would shatter. The sheer thought and suggestion of her best friend being subject to such a thing made Kat's blood boil. "Mhmm," she hummed out in reply, knocking back another full glass before walking away, abandoning the dagger on the bartop for the rest of the afternoon.

[ @alyssa-ward​ ] [ Mentioned: @blue-eyedraven​ ]

( [Chapter I] [Chapter II] [Chapter III] [Chapter IV] ) ( [pt.I] [pt.II] [pt.III] [pt.IV] [pt.V] [pt.VI] [pt.VII] )

[mingi-bubu]

Watch “Love O2O” with Me!

Episode 17

hhh we’re back!!  im so excited to see how this fukcign goes aldkjsflaskd

i have my half eaten ramen and my half drunken mogu mogu and my phone is still plugged in

as one of my three sunshine kpop support boys mark lee would say, lezgeddit

we open with the

i got some water

we open with the last minute of action from e16

do they not recognize the area ??

that theyve eaten at multiple times???

smh

OH MY GOD

KODAK IS EATING WITH HIM I

MAN REALLY IS LIKE

boy you really dont realize

smh

chef boy is in love but like is not good at going about it

green super power

the watch did we see the watch???

im

kodak had too many drinks

kodak is a silly drunk

its so sad that he doesnt have someone he knows better with him

all im seeing on the screen is

laksdjflksdjflkajsdklfjewoihoaiwrehoawihiasjgklasjfhasdhfpweoh

over and over

he did find kodak’s addy tho

hmmm

im getting less and less liking of this guy

hmmmm

oh kodak...baobeiiii

i

you deserve someone better than this guy

akdsjfalskdkalsd

oh my god

kodak nooo baby

this isnt

:[

he

hhhhh

kodak i want to protect you so much

k.o.

his iteral name is k.o

damn nai really said fuck you

oh my god

i deadass thought they were going to use a different song aldkfjalskj

is

is nai sleeping?

oh no nevermind

he just waiting

AAAHHAHAHHAHAHA I LOVE NAI SO MUCH

i am so *eyes emoji* about this

why do they hold their phones like that

im so interested at the outcoem

broke RECORDS

haha 69

nice

OH SHIT

A NEW RECRUIT

lmaoooooo im so wild over this whole plot

CAN YOU SPEAK IN HUMAN ALKDFJA;KLSDF

what is kodak doing

howeklajke

who ordered delivery

nai is so hot when hes confident i

SUPER FAMOUS HACKER

WHAT THE FUCK

DAMN

WHAT HAPPENED IN 2011 I WANT TO KNOW

nai really is putting kodak in charge of him

wow

kodak

babe

why did you change my wallpaper

im sick

SHE’S UGLY AFDLKASJDF;LAKSJDF

he really do be thinking about himself

god nai and september look so good

aklsdjfaskl september is such a dork

sept:  :)

nai:  :|

so dramatic smh

this old man is dope

theyre in game now

well

one owner at least

aww theyre both :)

they

they just made the tigers get married

im

alright then

nai really :]

i like seeing nai in casual clothes

but i wonder how the #Squade are doing

wait is hp short for hewlett packer

hold on i have to google someting

packard but still

you learn new things every day!

oh is that nai’s bedroom in the background

inch resting

what is wei2 going to do

shes...dancign??

yes

oh thats what that button does

ok then

ooohhh i love weiwei’s outfit

sehr suess

shes getting the same phone as nai

in the same color

um

wont that get confusing

how did she pay for it

like i know she was tutoring and stuff but like

is the phone already charged???

why hasnt she told her parents she has a new phone

shes going to get blocked by him

shes really gonna send her card number over the phone

WHAT IF HE BLOCKS YOU

smh

oh my god she reallly be daydreaming about hat

IM SO WEAK

HE ACTUALLY SENT HER MONEY

GET ME A GUY LIKE THIS PLEASE

sit in your little alcove

cowaerd

HAHAHAHAHAH

SHE REALLY TRIED THO

HOW DOES A BANK ACCOUNT LOOK FAMILARI

WHAT THE FUCK

THATS TERRIFYING

byadfawjeowe

buy a plane ticket

jesus its been like what???  a few weeks

oh nevermind the cactus is blooming its probably been a month or so

shut the fuck up

oh she really is packing

where is she gonna stay

xiaoling is letting her stay with her

?

to improve her literary education?

mmm sure okay

stopp im going to cry i dont want to leave my home again hhhh

that literally looked like l.a aldkjfalksd

oh thats a cute top

maybe tell him you have arrived???  maybe that would be a good idea???

exactly why you call a head of time

did she really just drag her A;LKSDJFALS;KDJF OH MY GOD

SHE REALLY DO BE INTERRUPTING THINGS AT WORK HUH

yikes

yIKES

eloping?

september is like fucking christ okay

eloping?

september is now having a lot of fun

he really do have their backs tho akdjfl;ks

blue nai blue nai blue nai blieiaorajwfajw

he is definitely shocked

weiwei clam down dont wrrory

hes definitely thrilled to OH MY GOD

jjesusus this is uncomfortable to watch

she looks like a dead fish

girl

if nai yang yang was kissing me i would definitely be ore into it

jesus

OH MY GOD

HES SO ROMANTIC AND SHES A DEAD FISH

fuck him adjusting his watch should not have been so hot

girl the window blinds are ummm

open

no why

why are you leaving that doesnt make any sense

she really do not have confidence huh

she has to go find more money ajd;flkasjd

she doesnt want to be

oh my god just figure it out jfc

septmeterb ;alkdfja;sldk

hes :( now

damn

thats why you check first before you kiss someone

she has a paper hat on

ajdsflaksjdf

girl he can just find it online too

yes she is being shy

he :]

HAHAHAHAH HE LOOKS SO CUTE IN HIS HAT

HE REALLY :D

AWWW

cute cute cute

that honestly was the first time ive seen them have that much chemistry irl

he also :)

ok ok ok

thats it for this episode

i cannot wait for like more interactions with the #Squad again

and maybe now that she has a phone we can find out whats going on with erxi at zhenyi tech

i mainly just want to find out mroe about the whole thing with k.o and kodak

bc i obviously have my suspicions

but like

thats not the end all be all

anyways

thank you for reading!!!

stay safe and stay healthy <333

[nestomoje]

Berlin

Sama u ogromnom gradu. U gradu svih rasa, jezika, kuhinja, a ja sam uvijek imala žudnju iskusiti i okusiti nepoznato.

Grad sa toliko slojeva, svaki put kada mu se vratim otkrijem još jedan, jer Berlin je kao misteriozni ljubavnik, u kog se zaljubljuješ svakog dana nanovo. I kog nikad ne poznaješ do kraja.

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Ostavljam biciklo koje sa iznajmila, dva momka puše ispored hostela, pitaju za biciklo, posle par riječi ‘Da li si Italijanka?’. Navikla sam na to. Pa posle pivo, pa pivo, pa pivo, i priče o zastavama, o politici, zašto je jebena Južna Evropa sva usrana, zašto ne možemo samo živjeti i biti srećni? I sva ta melanholija koju sam čula stotinu puta, u koju više ne vjerujem. Jer sada znam da ja mogu, sve što poželim. Zato ću vas izgubiti na pijaci korišćenih stvari, tražite značenje života, dok ja nađem još jedno pivo. Sama.

Prosipam dušu u tekst u nekom baru u Friedrichshainu, jer je ti zidovi razumiju. Nije još ni sumrak, ali pijana cura mokri između kola ispred prozora kod kog sjedim i gleda me u oči. Konobar se smije mojoj šokiranoj faci, valjda jer ovdje se niko ničemu ne čudi, oni su slobodni.

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U tom baru ugostio me Berlin sa svom svojom raznolikošću, sa ljudima različitih pasoša, boja, ali svi iste velikodušnosti. Putujem kroz smijeh, priču i pivo, obilazim ovaj grad. Slušam događaje meni strane, o Google prostorijama u Americi, o ogromnim doživotnim platama, loptama kokaina na Tajlandu, otvorenim vezama, slobodi, i sve je povezano energijom ovog grada u kom se nalazimo, i sve je ovaj trenutak.

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Izlazim iz stana u zapadnom Berlinu. Gdje je juče bila ulica okružena pastelnim fasadama, danas je pijaca mirisne hrane, cvijeća, dobre muzike i puna nasmijanih ljudi. I opet shvatam sve se može promijeniti u trenu.

Večera u atrijumu između zgrada, sa ljudima koje ne poznajem. Nepoznata cura se seli iz Berlina i komšiluk je napravio roštilj u njenu čast. Tu je muzika, hrana i pivo od kanabisa. I svi su zanimljivi, i svi su drugačiji i pokušavam da upijem ovaj trenutak. Ljetnji povjetarac, šarena svijetla u bašti, metalna protiv požarna stepeništa, drvene klupe, zelenilo, osmijesi, velikodušnost, ljubav.

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Vratila sam se treći put u isti restoran sa preskupim španskim pivom, da bih zaboravila na probleme i flertovala sa konobarom iz Venecuele sa prelijepim osmijehom. Kaže da sam lijepa, zove me da izađemo, šteta što nisi pitao juče… danas odlazim.

Golubovi lete po prljavom Alexanderplatzu, grupe mladih igraju za pare, ljudi kupuju nepotrebne stvari da popune prazninu u sebi, sumrak je, neka melanholija u meni. Znam da je on skot, ali moja romantična duša voli takve gestove, i ne mogu prestati razmišljati.

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Velike ulice sa mnogo ljudi, pa prazna predgrađa, pa šuma, jeleni, ljubičasto cvijeće, a sve je i dalje Berlin… Oni mi pomažu, jer moje biciklo iznajmljeno kod Checkpoint Charlie, nije napravljano za vožnju kroz blato i šumu. Ona mi daje njeno biciklo. Oči su mi pune boja šume koja ulazi u jesen, i onda odjednom, jezero. I puno golih Njemaca. jedemo piknik na tkaninama koje je Filip donio iz Indije. Vruće je, nisam ponijela kupaći… odlučujem da se skinem i da plivam. I dalje se ne osjećam dovoljno slobodno da to uradim pred svima, ali skrivena šumom i potpuno naga plivam u jezeru, dva sata biciklom od centra Evrope i razmišljam, sada razumijem ono što prije nisam.

Na željezničkoj stanici, tražim kartu za novo poglavlje života. Prilazi mi mlad momak, priča na jeziku koji ne znam, ali ponaša se kao da bih trebala da ga razumijem. Kada sazna da ipak nisam sa bliskog istoka, kaže da mu treba novac, da posjeti sestru, vratiće mi, kaže, uzeće moj broj i doći će u Dessau da mi vrati pare. Znam da laže, ali on govori farsi, a farsi je jezik mog prijatelja. Zamišljam da je on u ovoj situaciji, dajem mu novac. Nadam se da je stvarno kupio kartu da vidi nekoga, nadam se da je kupio hranu, nadam se da mu nisam pomogla da kupi drogu.

/

Posle godinu dana, opet sam ovdje, završavam studije, zatvaram ogromno poglavlje života. U metrou sam, ne znam zašto, ali u tim vozovima mi se uvijek budi mašta i duša … posebno u Berlinu. Razmišljam o tome. Podižem pogled… i vidim poznato lice… da li je stvarnost? to je on! To je on!! Posle godinu dana slučajno ga srijećem u ogromnom gradu, u metrou U2, na putu za akademiju, na putu za kraj mog poglavlja. Previše sam nervozna, ne znam da li je on mene vidio, da li me prepoznao… izlazimo na sledećoj stanici, nisam mu rekla ništa…

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

I’m alone in this immense city. In the city of all races, languages, cuisines, and I always had a desire to experience and taste the unknown.

Every time I return to it I discover one more layer. Because Berlin is my mysterious lover, in whom I fall in love each day again and again. But I never know him completely, and have a feeling I never will.

/

I’m leaving my rented bike, two guys are smoking in front of the hostel, they ask about the bike after a few words ‘Are you Italian?’ I’m used to it by now. And then beer, and beer, and beer, and stories about flags, and politics and why is fucking Southern Europe always fucked up, and why can’t we just live and be happy? And all this melancholy that I heard a hundred times, that I don’t believe in anymore. Because now I know that I can do everything I want. So I will lose you in the market of used things, you look for the meaning of life, while I find another beer. Alone.

I’m spilling my soul into lines in some bar in Friedrichshain because those walls understand it. It’s still not twilight, but a drunk girl is pissing between the cars in front of the window where I’m sitting and looking in my eyes. The waiter is laughing to my shocked face, I guess nothing shocks anyone here anymore, they are free.

/

I that bar Berlin, hosted me with its diversity, with people of different passports, colors, but all the same kindness. I’m traveling through the laughter and stories and beer, I’m discovering this city again. Listening to stories, foreign, but fascinating to me, about Google offices in America, huge lifelong salaries for nothing, balls of cocaine in Thailand, open relationships, forgotten roots, about liberty and all connected by the energy of this city where we are and everything is this moment.

/

I’m leaving a flat in Western Berlin. Where yesterday used to be a street, surrounded by pastel facades, today is a market of food, flowers, good music and full of smiling people. And I realize again, everything is possible, and everything can change.

/

Dinner in an atrium in between buildings, with people I don’t know. An unknown girl is moving out of Berlin and her neighborhood made a barbecue in her honor. There is music, food, and beer of cannabis. And they are all interesting, different and I’m trying to take in this moment. Summer breeze, colorful lights in the garden, metal fire escape staircases, wooden benches, plants, smiles, kindness, love.

/

I came a third time to the same restaurant with too expensive Spanish beer, to forget my troubles and flirt with the waiter from Venezuela with a beautiful smile. He says I’m beautiful, he’s asking me out, shame you didn’t ask yesterday… today I’m leaving.

/

Pigeons are flying around dirty Alexanderplatz, groups of youngsters are dancing for money, people are buying unnecessary things to fill up the emptiness inside of them, it’s sunrise, melancholia inside of me. I know he’s an asshole, but my romantic soul loves those gestures, and I can’t stop thinking.

Big streets full of people, then empty suburbs, then forest and wild deer’s, purple flowers and all it’s still Berlin… They are helping me, because my bike, rented out at Checkpoint Charlie, wasn’t made for driving through the mud and forest. She is giving me her bike. My eyes are full of colors of the forest that enters autumn, and then suddenly, a lake. And the beach full of naked Germans. We are eating a picnic on the linens Filip brought from India. It’s hot, I didn’t bring my bathing suit… I decide to take off my clothes and swim. Still, I don’t feel free enough to do it in front of everyone, but hidden by the forest and completely naked I’m swimming in the lake. Two hours bike ride from the center of Europe, I feel new liberty and think, ‘Now I understand something I didn’t before’.

/

At the train station, I’m looking for a ticket for the new chapter of my life. A young man approaches me, he’s speaking in the language I don’t know, but acting as I should understand him. When he realizes I’m not from the Middle East, he says he needs money, to visit his sister. he will return it, he says. he will take my number and come to Dessau and return my money. I know he’s lying, but he’s speaking Farsi, and Farsi is the language of my friend. I’m imagining him in this situation, and I’m giving him money. I hope he really bought the ticket to see someone, I hope he bought food. I hope I didn’t help him buy drugs.

After a year, I’m again here, I’m finishing my studies, I’m closing a big chapter of my life. I’m in the metro, don’t know why, but these trains always wake up my imagination and soul… especially in Berlin. I’m thinking about it. I lift my head… and I see a familiar face… is it real? that’s him! That’s him!! After a year I see him by accident in a big city, in metro U2, on the way to the academy, the road to the end of my chapter. I’m too nervous, I don’t know if he saw me, did he recognize me… We exit at the next station, I didn’t tell him anything…

[sondongpyos]

14, 20! - @han-seungwoo

pdx asks!

14. which stage from this season was your favourite and why?

it’s a bit cheatsy to answer either of the debut eval stages, but those are my faves. i like to my world as a song more but boyness’ stage? Good Shit. moguham literally killed me even though they had like...the tiniest amount of screentime......dongpyo doing what he does best, jinhyuk looking like a fucking god in the intro, minhee peaking with his black hair paired with those pretty white shirts.

outside of the original songs, though, i think boss stage? it had all my faves and introduced me to more future faves, plus i just love boss as a song so much.

but if we’re talking sentimentality-wise? to my youth stage.........haenami literally being the song.... T_T minkyu showing off his vocals after being mocked for his dance and everything else T_T main vocal wooseokie T_T and the song is just so sad for me too so it hit really hard.

20. is there anything that really shocked you this season?

MINKYU NOT MAKING IT IN???????? i know everyone was shocked over jinhyuk but his rank has never been too high...minkyu’s literally gotten 1st place before though it didn’t last long (and then mogu @ 2nd in the same episode lmfao i’m clown) 

i also didn’t expect minhee or hangyul to make it into the final lineup. like i was TELLING my friend that they wouldn’t make it just cos of their rankings leading up to the finale, and guess who got fucking Clowned when the first one announced was mini.

but outside of rankings...not much surprised me? just your typical produce season which is like...enough to keep me hooked anyways considering i’m mnet’s slave at this point. 

[shadowphoenixrider]

Okay, I doubt I will ever get to BFA in Draggka/Khadgar’s story at the speed I’m writing, so I decided just to write the overview here. Because I want to get it down and also because I can. This is going to get loooong!

Before they head to Argus, Khadgar uses his magic to bind both him and Draggka to objects on their persons, so they can keep an eye on one another, and sense if they need help. Draggka is bound to the Draenor ring, which she has been wearing on her neck, unable to part from it even when she found a stronger ring of power. Khadgar, however, binds himself to his collar, since he wears it most of the time. He still won’t tell her why he wore it before this binding, however.

Luckily they don’t really need it, and when they’re busy tussling through Antorus with everyone else, they’re mostly together so it doesn’t really matter. Still, it reassures each other, and occasionally they send their love through it.

(I don’t care what the game shows; everyone shows up to fight Argus at the end. Which means everyone gets one-shot, and Eonar drags us all kicking and screaming back to life. This is relevant, not just for me actually making canon characters pull their weight for once.)

They’re very dismayed to see Sargeras stab Azeroth before he’s put in the Naughty Chair for Badly-Behaved Titans. Khadgar almost slumps on the floor, whilst Draggka bitches loudly that they’re never going to get any peace.

They take some comfort in that whilst the giant sword needs to be dealt with, it’s not got the immediacy of ‘the Legion invading and going to kill us all’, so everyone can afford to take a bit of break. They all very tired, so they do take the opportunity for said break. And a low-key party too; enough people remember that the archmage owes them a banquet, much to his annoyance.

During this break, Khadgar goes hunting for a ring. You see, during Argus, he has a chat with several people and figures that if they manage to survive all this nonsense, he really has no excuse not to marry Draggka. I mean the world nearly ended, and might still end. Not the time to have regrets.

He manages to keep it secret enough that not even Draggka suspects he’s up to something; although rumours that he’s taken a lover (and a troll one at that) are now starting to filter around Dalaran and other places. Mainly because he went ‘I don’t give a flying fuck any more’ on the Vindacaar, and started to show Draggka more affection openly (he didn’t go yelling it from the rooftops though, and has only told Turlaoyn and Alleria straight at this time - anything else is inference).

He manages to find the perfect one (or he finds a good base and makes it better, I’m not 100% with that yet, nor what the ring actually looks like), and asks Draggka if she could maybe find some time to show him one of the wild places she’s always wanted to show him. Draggka takes him to Sholazar Basin when they manage to squeeze some time for themselves.

(Side note: Medivh already knows about Draggka/Khadgar, even before Khadgar told him in Karazhan 2: Demonic Boogaloo. He’s amused and pleased at their relationship, and has cultivated a warming friendship with Draggka.)

After a day spent exploring and admiring the Titan bits, they’re sat under a tree as the sun goes down when he asks her in his clumsy, sweetly shy way to marry him. She says yes, of course. Medivh throws confetti over them

Their wedding is a secret, low-key affair, attended only by close friends and family, and it is an inelegant merge of a human and Darkspear’s wedding rituals. Either way, their bond is sealed under the Light and the Loa to become life-mates, and that’s really all that matters. (There after, Khadgar wears his wedding ring under his gloves, whilst Draggka pierces hers into her nose, as per the Darkspear way.)

They take a honeymoon to Pandaria to fall off the radar for a week, and it is during this trip that Zal’ria is conceived. The pregnancy doesn’t become noticeable until a while after they get back (read: I still need to plot this out properly), when Draggka gets grumpier than usual and starts having bouts of nausea.

Tinkerspring is called, and she reveals the pregnancy to them, and unfortunately, this does not start off as a happy time. There is much talking and hand-wringing, due to the suddenness of the announcement, and the fact the world has a whacking great sword in it and is maybe dying. As well as the factions starting to look at each other with malevolent eyes. It is not the best time to bring a child into the world, but here they are.

They finally agree to keep the child, as they partly don’t know if this might be the only biological one they’ll ever have (what with them being different races and that Khadgar’s fertility at 50 really isn’t great), and that their little one is extra resolve to get this bloody sword done away with, so they can grow up happy and safe. So after this big long talk, they start telling close family/friends, organising where they’re going to raise the young’n, what the room’s gonna look like, etc, etc.

Then of course the war starts.

Draggka immediately alerts Khadgar that shit’s going down, though she can’t give him detailed information in case she’s seen to be engaging in treason (at this point Draggka’s Blood Oath to the Horde is starting to become questionable at best, and tenuous at worst). She manages to avoid direct conflict where possible, incapacitating night elves if she can, whilst keeping her people out of danger. Even so, she finds it very strange that her brother Dranka and her shaman friend Harnaka have been ordered down to Silithus, especially when the rest of her group is in Darkshore.

The Burning of Teldrassil is the straw that breaks the kodo’s back. Draggka is furious at Sylvanas, and also herself at being suckered into another Warchief for whom war crimes seem to be their bread and butter. She immediately flees to Karazhan and Khadgar and bursts into tears in the retelling.

(Dranka is told at this point, and Medivh relays the information to Camdyn/Varian, along with the caveat that Draggka and co. did not want this and will not stand in the way of anyone trying to kill the Banshee Queen - I’ve not yet decided what happens here, but Draggka may swear a Blood oath to Khadgar instead).

Draggka is present at the Battle of the Undercity, keeping up appearances, but she avoids combat again, staying to assist the Forsaken civilians in fleeing, and fighting anyone who tries to cut them down. The apparent loss of Saurfang shakes her, and deep down, this is probably when she starts not to associate herself with the Horde any more. She’s still quite tied to it, both through her friends, her tribe, and her honour (she will fight to aid and defend the races of the Horde), but she no longer includes herself as part of the faction. (That said, her feelings on this are very messed up, and may never be fully unravelled.)

She is roped in to sneaking about Stormwind to get Talanji and Zul out of prison, and she is both surprised and relieved to see that Saurfang is alive. She briefly converses with Saurfang, saying that she learnt from Garrosh, and will not allow herself to be used by Sylvanas. Draggka is appalled and upset by the fire Zul starts, but is unable to aid the citizens, so immediately starts to dislike him. This is exacerbated when Rokhan tells her that he was the one who was attempting to reunite the troll tribes (that Vol’jin opposed), and was behind the mogu nonsense on the Isle of Thunder.

Draggka checks in as soon as she can with a very anxious Khadgar (who sensed her danger on the docks facing Jaina, but was unable to teleport in due to magical interference) and explains what’s going on. From there, Draggka steps into helping the Zandalari and exploring Zandalar, in which she finds great amount of joy - with the combination of the wild jungles and the fact the Zandalari are essentially her people, if not just a little removed.

As Speaker of the Horde, Draggka uses this title to duck out of the War Campaign, leaving it to be handled by others like her brother and friends (also becoming disillusioned and highly mistrustful of Sylvanas), though she does aid in respects that don’t hurt the Alliance (such as hunting for food/materials, fighting faceless ones), and closes up Azerite wounds wherever possible. She does her best to avoid conflict with the Alliance (and those who are aware avoid her too, or just do their best to merely injure her, and vice versa), but if she must defend the Zandalari with deadly force, she does.

Despite everything going on, she makes time for Khadgar, either communicating with him through his Wisdomball, or using portal/hearthstones to return to Karazhan or Dalaran. However, after befriending the Nightborne Lasai, Khadgar receives a Zandalari disguise, that he uses to let Draggka show him around Dazar’alor and the jungles. They use it sparingly so the archmage doesn’t accidentally end up revealed.

During this time, Talanji and Draggka become close friends, and eventually Talanji discovers Draggka’s pregnancy and who her mate is. She’s...bemused, but likes the human mage, and is convinced that he bears her and her people no ill will. And she learns that there are many things afoot in Azeroth, not least the blood troll nonsense and the sudden appearance of Azerite. Draggka does not make comment on Sylvanas, but Talanji learns from Khadgar about the unrest in the Horde.

Draggka was to help her friends take down G’huun, but Dranka and the others fear that the Blood God may harm Draggka’s unborn baby, and go to Talanji for support. Draggka argues that her honour demands that she finish what she started, but a long conversation with Talanji and her brother (with Dranka correctly pointing out what happened with Aegwynn and Sargeras, and also it’s a fucking old god with power over blood that is definitely dangerous to a baby), she agrees to sit this one out.

She won’t be sitting out the Siege of Zuldazar, despite Camdyn and Khadgar’s best efforts (which is going to drive her poor mate mad, but he reluctantly admits that her honour is too strong, and she’s as stubborn as he is), although Khadgar will enchant her Draenor ring so as soon as she’s hurt badly, she’ll automatically teleport to safety. As much as he would want to rip apart whoever hurt her, it’s probably best he doesn’t get involved.

That said, I don’t have much down pat for the Zuldazar raid just because it’s on the PTR and we don’t know much aside from what has been datamined. I still need to do some proper plotting of Draggka’s pregnancy, which could shift things around.

[shadowmellow]

My hamster beat certain death by being hungry

Okay so growing up I was only allowed to have hamsters because we had a tiny ass flat and my parents didnt want to go through the paperwork to get anything else. i had a lot of hamsters, some more energetic some smarter but generally it was the typical hamster experience.

when i was 13 i got my first hamster that wasnt from the pet store but instead from a nice old lady who couldnt care for all her hamsters anymore. he was a chubby guy who loved to eat so i named him Mogu based on the japanese onomatopoeia for chewing because this fucking hamster wouldnt stop eating. 

like let me make this crystal clear this hamster loved to eat. he loved to eat so much he didnt want to walk to his food, oh no, he would gather up all the food in is bowl and put it into his house and if the food was too big for the house he would drag it around until it was right in front of it so he would only have to poke his head out to eat it. during the entire time i had this hamster i hadnt seen it without food once.

so one day i woke up to give him his usual check up on him when i noticed that his food bowl was still full. as i mentioned before, that was very weird. i pulled him out of his house only to see a huge red bulp of flesh hanging out of his mouth. after a bit of googling i found out it was his cheek pouch and that i should try to stuff it back inside because otherwise he wouldnt be able to eat. when neither I nor Mogu managed to get it back inside after a few days I finally took him to the vet.

the doctor diagnosed a tumor in his check pocket which made it swell to the point that it couldnt be pushed back inside. he explained to me that surgery would be possible but considering how old he was and how precise the surgery would have to be since he’s a hamster the few months he would gain wouldnt make up for the money the surgery would cost. 

i was devasted. i had lost hamsters before obviously but this was the first time one of my pets had an expiration date. my sister tried her best to console me because i knew i couldnt convince my parents to go through with the surgery. the vet said he would have a few weeks left at most without it so we decided to give him extra food and stuffing for his house to make his last weeks of life as comfortable as possible.

the next morning i was still feeling sad so i checked up on Mogu as soon as i woke up. while i was checking his food and water, he came out to see what the noise was about and i froze when i saw him.

his cheek pocket was gone.

and im not saying this in a “oh it fell off” kinda way. if you didnt know it had been out you wouldnt think the hamster looked weird at all. I stormed out of the room and woke up my sister and she was just as baffled as i was that this hamster who had gotten a death sentence just the day before was happily eating like he always had.

we picked him up and checked if there was anything weird about his mouth area but found nothing. we cleaned up the entire cage in hopes to find it having fallen off or Mogu getting sick of it and chewing it off but found nothing.

for a moment i thought i might have imagined it but i had the vet bill to prove it all happened. this fucking hamster had gotten a death sentence and a date he would die and decided he wanted to live longer because he wanted to eat. 

Mogu lived for two more food filled years and to this day i have no fucking idea what happened that day. one theory I have is that he pushed it back inside once the swelling died off. another, grosser, theory is that he bit it off and ate it. neither of those theories explains how he managed to outlive the deadline the doctor gave him by two years. maybe that hamster was blessed or something. i dont know but im a bit scared to find out.

[lets-drink-to-that]

and yes my ex offered me a night drive tonight to the beach. He knows me too well that I love the beach especially at night. He also brought mogu-mogu and mallows with him. Oh yes, he really knew my favorites.

what I did?

I told him to go home because I ain't coming with him in his car. I got my own ride and I already have plans for tonight so yes. He wanted to come but boi you can't it's my time alone so leave the fuck out of my sight :)

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Soft Names, Soft Touches*

Chapter Fourteen (NSFW)

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Bucky X OC  |  Word Count : 9.5K+   *NSFW* 18+

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, a lot of smut. Russian that may or may not be correct.

Bucky didn’t stop until he was in his room, door shut with the locks engaged. She wasn’t getting out of there anytime soon.  Reaching his bed he flipped her up, stripped the blankets from Franki’s body, and carefully laid her across it. He stared down into annoyed silver eyes. “You ran from me.

“I thought I was doing the right thing!”

“You thought wrong!” Shaking his head, Bucky pressed his hands to either side of her and just stayed still. A mountain of unresolved emotions, churning, burning inside him, were waiting to volcano outwards at any moment. He took a deep breath. “You told me you didn’t need to run. That I’d already caught you. But you left. You left me! God dammit, Francessca!”

“Bucky…” she murmured, hating how harsh his voice was, how cold his eyes had become.

“No! No, Franki. Don’t you get it? I can’t let you go! Everything I’ve ever done has been out of duty. Join the war for my country? Check. Choose to stay to watch Steve’s back? Check. Nearly die? Check and fucking double check! Go to Wakanda and get as good as I possibly can because… because… fuck! I can’t leave Steve here to deal with all this shit on his own. But you. You, Francessca, are the first thing I ever looked at and thought, she’s mine. Not for duty or out of some sense of responsibility. Not out of some Hydra fucking bullshit they put in us, but because you are fucking mine! And I can’t let you go! I haven’t wanted anything for myself since before I joined up except you, and I can’t let you leave me! I won’t! Because I love you so damn much that thinking of me without you is like… like…”

“Dying,” she whispered.

“Yeah. And I’ve done that, Franki, or nearly, a couple of times.” He had never felt anything like it before until now. “I don’t like it. It feels like there is a hole in me that just keeps bleeding.”

“Oh, Bucky,” she sighed, and watched his head fall so that the ends of his hair brushed against her.

He’d said he wouldn’t let her go, but she was reasonably sure that if she told him to let her up, and if she found the will to walk out his door he would let her. But with all Helen had said she would be insane to leave now. It wouldn’t change anything, likely only make them both miserable, and even if Hydra had tampered with them did that make them any less happy when they were together? It wasn’t why she loved him.

Closing her eyes, Franki swallowed around the thick lump in her throat before finding the courage to look again at his face.

“Bucky?” Reaching for him slowly, she lightly cupped his jaw. When he finally looked at her, all she could see was pain and despair, all hope gone, and she cried out softly. Sliding her hand to the back of his neck she pulled him down. “YA tvoya devushka. Ty moye solntse. YA ne mogu zhit' bez tebya.”

…I am your girl. You are my sun. I can’t live without you.

Shuddering with her words, Bucky pressed his forehead to hers. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Franki.”

Tears spilled into her hair. She gasped out harshly, “I do mean it!”

“Then say it. Say it! Skazshi chto lyubish menya!” He gripped a handful of her hair like a lifeline, demanding she tell him the truth.

“I love you!” Franki shouted. Crying softly, she gently tugged his shaggy locks and whispered, “I love you, Bucky. No one but you.”

He pressed fevered kisses to her lips and jaw, groaning, “I need you, Francessca. I need to touch you, hold you, be inside you. I can’t wait any longer. Let me love you. Let me make you mine.”

“Da, snegopad. Make love to me, Bucky.”

He reared back and ripped the thin cotton gown she was wearing straight down the middle, making her gasp.

“I won’t stop, malyutka. Not until I’ve touched every part of you with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. Not until I’ve sunk inside you and tasted you again. I’m gonna sink inside your soul, baby. Brand myself there so that you are as caught as I am.” Her eyes had grown darker, heavy-lidded, and he sank his left hand behind her neck, lifting her up to take her mouth in an act of possession.

His lips caressed hers, and she moaned quietly with the contact. Heat licked at her, little tongues of it that stroked her cells into life and followed the path of his warm fingers where they trailed over her hip and up her stomach. His palm found and cupped her breast, moulded it gently to the shape of his hand, and set her shivering. A gasping breath passed from her to him when his thumb drew over her nipple, and she reached with shaking hands for the buckles on his vest. Soft, velvety lips covered hers, drawing, pulling, teasing, making her mind foggy and her fingers weak.

Pulling on the buckles that refused to give, she finally jerked her head back in frustration. “Sukin syn!” she swore and shoved against his chest.

“Problems, doll face?” he licked his lips, tasting her on them, pulling the bottom one between his teeth to keep from laughing.

Growling, she shoved at him again. “Stand the hell up, Barnes!” She squeaked out a yelp when she found herself upright with him. At times she forgot just how strong he was until he reminded her in such a fashion.

The tattered remnants of her hospital gown fluttered to the floor. She stood before him like Godiva, covered only in her hair. The chestnut locks still contained much of their tight curl from her Halloween costume, and bounced against her, sliding along her smooth flesh in a caress his hands ached to follow. “I told you I wasn’t going to stop touching you, malen'kaya ten'.”

“Touch after. You have too much stuff on!” she huffed, glaring up at his laughing eyes, jerking on the buckles a second time. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was naked, but she couldn’t seem to care. All she knew was she wanted all this gear off him.

Sliding his hands down her back, he let them drop to his sides. “Then take it off, baby.”

Her mind went a little white with the invitation. Take it off? Strip back the layers and peel all his clothing off him? Yes, please, whispered a little deviant voice inside her.

Instantly her hands slowed, steadied, softened. The dexterity she’d lost in her initial rush returned. Slowly, she tugged the strap on his shoulder free. Her fingers drifted to the ones beneath his arm, and she pulled first one, then two, then three loose. With the third one, she let her eyes drift back up to deepening blue. The sapphire pools where shadowed by his thick lashes. She gave the final buckle a firm jerk. It rocked him forwards a little, but otherwise, he was immovable.

Catching the vest, Franki drew it down his arm, letting it fall quietly to the floor. The belt he wore which housed extra clips, knives and grenades were already missing. A fleeting thought had her remembering seeing it hanging from the chair in the infirmary. She reached instead for the holstered weapon on his left hip. Her fingers closed around it, and his hand close around hers in a cool brush of metal.

“Careful, moya zvezdochka,” he murmured, a smirk flirting with his lips. “Wouldn’t want any accidents now, would we?”

A fire lit in her eyes, and the smirk broke free. “Snezhinka,” she scoffed, but a smile was playing with her mouth as well.

Placing her hand on his chest, she urged him backwards, one step, two, before pulling the gun slowly, and laying it carefully on the top of his dresser. Letting the hand on his chest wander over his shirt, she drew it over his abs, down to remove the second and third guns from his hip. Tracing her fingertips up his thigh, she pulled both daggers. Once finished, she brought both hands to rest on his legs, drew them firmly upwards, sweeping for more weapons, before sliding them around his waist, causing her breasts to press flush to his body.

He groaned a wanton sound when her breasts pressed against him. She was warm and the tart bite of her scent, the heady fragrance of the moisture gathering on her thighs, was filling his nose. She made to lift his shirt, and he helped, drawing it up over his head when Franki’s shorter reach failed her.

Slightly tanned skin appeared from beneath his shirt. She almost whimpered. He was just so damn sculpted, and Franki gave in to the long-sealed desires of her heart. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his chest.

Bucky froze, shirt stuck on his head when her lips pressed to the skin between his pectorals. Every single cell inside him came alive with the gentle touch. He shuddered. It was like she’d placed a kiss right on his heart, sappy as it sounded.

Pulling the shirt the rest of the way off, he chucked it somewhere in his room, uncaring where it landed. Franki’s hands were in full wander, stroking in gentle patterns and motions, following paths she’d created once before, down to the waist of his pants. They settled there as she used them to help steady her when she pressed up on her toes and placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along his scars. “Franki.”

“Hush, snegopad,” she murmured, “Does it hurt? Do you hate it? Am I causing you discomfort?” Franki asked, kissing a new mark with each question.

“No to the first two and yes to the third,” he groaned, his cock hard against the zipper that was straining outwards.

“What?” She jerked back only to have her hands captured, and one brought to bear against the stretched material of his pants. Her mouth fell open in sudden understanding. A coy smile flitted over her lips. “Poor, snezhinka,” she teased softly. “That does appear uncomfortable.”

“You…” he grunted when she gave a testing squeeze. “Damn, baby.”

“You think, maybe, I would be shy, da? That I would blush and cover myself?” She smiled and pressed her palm a little firmer against him, stroking the full length, all the way to the tip near the band of his pants.

“Maybe.” Her accent had grown thick, and he could have listened to her talk for hours, but her palm was distracting, and Bucky hissed when she slipped her fingers between fabric and skin. “Francessca.”

“I love how you say that. Just my name. Francessca.” She watched his eyes as her fingers wrapped around the length of flesh straining the front of his pants. A fire burned in them, threatened to burn her, and she was ready to be reborn in flames.

His hands found her waist, held on as she tormented him with her bold, yet, somehow still innocent actions. Drawing his fingers up, they encountered a discrepancy in the smoothness of her flesh. He knew instantly it was her blood, dried to her from before.  Reaching for the hand in his pants, he tugged it free and kissed her frowning lips. “Come with me.”

Confused, she followed him to the bathroom, waiting as he turned on the shower. “Bucky?”

“Both of us could use a shower,” he said.

“But… I…” She’d thought he was going to… had he changed his mind?

Seeing the look of confusion shift to rejection, he tugged her closer and turned her to face the mirror. Lifting her arm, he swept her hair out of the way to show her the smear of dark red, dried blood and the sickly brown of the antiseptic wash Cho had poured on her. “I want you, malyutka, but I have no plans on letting you out of my bed anytime in the near future. Best get cleaned up now, so you’re comfortable later, doll face.”

She turned her eyes away. “Oh.”

“Hey, hey, now. What happened to the woman that said she wasn’t going to blush and cover herself?” She’d lost a bit of her confidence somewhere, and he didn’t like it. Sultry silver lifted, and he sucked in air when her nails scratched gently over his ribs.

Sighing softly, Franki dropped her forehead to his chest. “Is not that,” she sighed. “I… avoid looking in the mirror when I have been… injured.”

“Why?” Ignoring the storm of urges in his body, Bucky grasped her chin and lifted her eyes back to this. “Why, Francessca?”

She never should have told him about that. He was going to use it against her now and did her best to ignore the clench of her belly. “The cell they kept me in, the glass on the front was like a mirror. I spent more time looking at myself bloody than I did clean.”

“Tell me the rest.” He could see it flicker like a shadow in her eyes. There was more, and he’d have no secrets between them. “Tell me the rest of it, moya zvezdochka.” Her eyes closed, pain showing on her face, and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to her quivering lips. “Ya veryu v tebya.”

… I believe in you.

She trembled beneath the onslaught of his love. He always had been unfailingly in his belief in her. “They never let me get fully clean. A douse with a hose to remove the worst of the blood, but I was rarely clean. Seeing blood on my skin is like… like…”

Her voice broke, and he cupped her face between his palms. “You are not back there, Franki. You’re right here, with me, in my arms.” Her hands closed around his wrists, and he knew she was using him as an anchor, pulling herself out of the memories that continued to haunt her. “That’s right, baby. Come back to me, Francessca.”

Only he could know so well what she struggled with. How the memories could pull her back until it was as if she lived them. Every breath full of the scent of blood and death and the chemical antiseptics they poured on everything. How the space she was in disappeared, and the cell she’d lived in appeared around her until something knocked her out of the past. Gasping softly, she inhaled hard the scent of smoke and snow. “Bucky.”

“Just breath, doll.” She did, slowly, carefully. When the trembling slowed to a stop, the hands around his wrists softened their grip, he released her face to take her hands, and bring them back to his waist. “Take them off, Francessca.”

Stroking her hands over the fabric, she managed to pop the button and slowly drag down the zipper, her knuckles brushing the length of him. They fell with her gentle tug after catching on his nicely rounded buttocks. The tight band of his boxers was next. She slipped her thumbs beneath the elastic, caressing the skin encased with a small sweep of her hand. Slowly, like unwrapping a present, Franki worked the confining fabric over his hips and tried to ignore the rabbit pounding of her racing heart.

She’d never done this before, but Natasha had been nothing if not thorough in her explanation about what to expect, what to do, what not to do, and what the vast majority of men liked and appreciated from their woman. Wanda had been a secondary fount of knowledge, but putting it into practice was always way more difficult than theory.

Bucky watched through half-lidded eyes as she slowly pulled his boxers down. He couldn’t tell if she was trying to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen or if it was her startling innocence which made her move like that, but he was certainly enjoying the soft touches. She peeled his shorts down, exposing his cock an inch at a time until the heavy shaft finally sprang free to bob near her cheek.

She made no sound of surprise, though her heart jumped once, kicking into an even faster beat. He was large, ridged and veined, and she pulled the boxers down to his calves. Ignoring the beast of a cock which stood proudly between his thighs, she moved her hands to his boots and quickly released the laces. “Step out, Bucky.”

He’d never really understood the whole dominant-submissive thing that played out so prominently in today’s society. The whole phenomenon was a bit of a mystery to him. He would never raise a hand to a woman in the bedroom, couldn’t do it, and with all he’d been through he’d had enough submission to last him three lifetimes. But seeing his Francessca on her knees, her beautify hair cascading down her stunning body, was a whole new form of pleasure. He stepped quickly out of his clothes. But, when she reached for him, he caught her hands, drawing her back to her feet. “In the shower, baby.” He had other plans now that he knew about her issue.

She stepped beneath the warm spray, tilting her face up, lifting her hands to cup a small handful and bring the water to her lips. Her throat had gone dry with her confession, and, though it was warm, it soothed some of the ache.

Bucky shut the door behind him. He stood watching her for a moment. Watched the water soften the curl in her hair, causing it to lengthen until it hung past the curve of her ass. Watched trickling rivulets stream down her skin, over her breasts, between her thighs. The water darkened all her hair, and Snow White once again replaced Red in his mind.

The big stone enclosed shower with its many jets and rainfall head gave him wicked ideas for things to do with her at a later date but, for now, he reached into the shelf that held her bottles of soap, picking up the one labelled shampoo. It smelled mildly of vanilla, and he thought maybe honey as he stepped up behind her. Slowly, he worked the substance into her hair. It lathered pink. He gritted his teeth when patches of white scalp appeared underneath the dried blood but didn’t say anything. It was glaringly apparent that she’d torn out a few chunks of hair at some point tonight.

Unaware of his pique, Franki sighed softly into the sensation of strong fingers cleaning her hair. His hands followed the length, skimmed her back. Skated over her buttocks. It made her shiver, and a moan escaped her lips.

His irritation with her disappeared with the sexy little sound. “Rinse,” he murmured near her ear. She ducked beneath the spray, and he reached for the second bottle.

Again those hands, those heavenly fingers where dragging through her hair, pressing at her scalp, creating tingles of sensation that streaked her spine. It was bliss. She pressed her hand to the wall to stay upright when her knees weakened. He worked his hands down the length, smoothing and detangling as he went, making her wonder vaguely how he knew to do that right before he gathered the heavy mass, and twisted it into a tail he could lay over her shoulder.

Taking the cloth he snagged from the shelf beside the door, Bucky wet it, dumping a generous amount of her vanilla scented shower gel on it. It lathered swiftly between his hands, the heady fragrance filling the space as he swept it gently across her shoulders and down her back. He followed the curve of her spine, slicking the cloth over every inch of skin, around her waist and up her ribs. More bloody lather and sickly yellow antiseptic washed from her body, trickling down the drain in swirling clashes of colour.

When every speck of red, and ever splash of yellowish brown was finally gone, when her back and sides glowed a healthy pink from his attention, he dropped slowly to his knees. Taking the cloth to her legs, washing each sculpted calf, each long, slim hamstring, firm muscular quads. The curve and swell of both cheeks. He listened to the ragged breathing and soft moans that spilled from her lips.

She held herself up against the wall, legs shaking slightly, body swamped in sensation. When he rose up behind her once more, she groaned softly for his hands, landing gently on her hips, pulled her firmly back into his body. The weight of his cock snuggled up against her buttocks, his hands drifted over her hip bones, and the soapy cloth found all new territory. “Oh God, Bucky…”

“Breathe, malyutka,” he whispered tracing small circles over her abdomen. There was a single swipe of brown beneath her breast, and he wiped it quickly away, scrubbing just a little when the spot proved stubborn. “Close your eyes.” She did, and he tugged her fully underneath the spray where he could rinse out her hair, making sure to follow the directions on the bottle he’d read earlier that night. Her hair thrilled him, and he’d curiously wondered what she did to make it seem so soft and shiny. The bottles in his shower gave him a new appreciation for how much work women put into their appearance.

Once he was sure she was as clean as he could make her, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the skin beneath her ear, taking his hands back to her hips. One worked up, the other down until metal caressed mounded flesh and beaded nipple, and flesh skated through carefully groomed curls to pass gently between slick lips.

Franki’s hips gave an involuntary thrust when warm digits pressed to the bundle of nerves between her legs. Moaning, she chased his hands with her own, cupping the back with her palms, needing to touch him in some small way. “Snegopad, mne nrvitsya kogda ti trogaesh menya tam.”

… I like it when you touch me there.

“Where?” he murmured, nipping at her ear. “Here, malen’kaya ten’?” Bucky asked running his thumb over her nipple. “Or here?” His fingers delved deeper between her folds. A soft cry fell from her lips when he tugged at the swelling bud. “I think this is a very good place to touch my girl.”

“Da,” Franki sighed when he did it a second time. “Bucky, please!”

He spun her quickly around, pressing her back against the stones. His mouth was on hers just as fast, sucking on her lips, sliding his tongue between her teeth. He played with her as he caged her against the wall, body heavy, pressed fully to Franki’s. Her hands reached for him, but he was having none of it, quickly capturing them both, twinning their fingers together.

Breaking away to breathe, Bucky lay his forehead on her smooth brow and moaned at the feel of silken skin, soft and giving beneath his own. “You’re so sexy, baby. I just want to devour you.”

“I guess the wolf gets his Red in the end after all,” she said, nipping at his lips, causing their noses to brush together. She arched into him, rubbing gently, sending bolts of pleasure streaking through her with the drag on her nipples. “I feel so… so good…”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Francessca.” Drawing back he pressed a tender kiss to her swollen lips and freed his hands to place them softly on her hips. Looking into her darkened silver eyes, he whispered, “Don’t forget to breathe, malyutka.”

Her eyes widened when his mouth dropped to her throat, began to nip and suck its way down her chest. Hands of contradicting textures skated up her ribs until both cupped a breast, lifting and squeezing as thumbs and fingers tweaked and plucked her nipples. They were rolled and tugged, making her knees shake, and a soft cry burst from her when a metal hand lifted the right, and hot, moist air engulfed her flesh. A louder crying accompanied a gulp of breath as she threaded her fingers into his hair to grip it tightly, the other hand sank her nails into his shoulder when he bit her gently, pulling firmly on the hard bead until it popped free from his lips.

“Jeez! Bucky! Fuck!” She yelped when he switched sides, lavishing more attention on her breasts.

“Eventually, doll, eventually.” He’d get to the fucking soon enough, but for now, he was more interested in driving her a little crazy. He placed a kiss between her breasts, one that landed directly over her heart, mimicking her move from before. Bucky looked up into silver eyes gone glassy as he slowly worked his way down her heaving abdomen, over the soft muscles of her belly, to place a kiss on her belly button, and settle slowly to his knees. “You with me, doll?” he murmured, sliding his tongue across her flesh.

“Da, always,” Franki breathed out on a sigh when teeth closed on her thigh. “Bucky… please.”

“Shh, easy, baby,” he murmured, dragging his nose across her hip bone and placing a kiss where it protruded slightly. “We’ll get there.”

She wanted him to get there now. The place between her thighs ached so badly for his touch she rocked helplessly towards him. “Bozhe moi!” Franki could feel wetness slide down her thighs. It had nothing to do with the water that steamed the space around them.

Nipping gently just above the trimmed nest of curls, Bucky breathed deeply and groaned. She smelled just so fucking incredible. He knew it was the pheromones Cho had talked about, but he didn’t care. It was so amazing, so good, he wanted to eat her up. “Do you remember how I touched you with my hands, Francessca? How I had this one inside you?” he asked, squeezing gently with his metal hand on her thigh. She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, “This time, hands-free, baby.” Confusion flashed as he gently lifted her leg to his shoulder.

Understanding dawned in her silver eyes, and he couldn’t look away, watching her as he dipped his head and ran his tongue slowly up the weeping lips of her core. He nearly swore, would have too, if not for the fact that he had no desire to remove his tongue from the heavenly treat he’d been given.

Franki’s head fell back against the stones when he cupped her buttocks and jerked her hips to his face. It was the most sinfully erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her lover with his face between her thighs. The slow, methodical exploration set her moaning, groaning, and gripping his hair with both hands. She wasn’t at all sure what he was doing down there, but she only hoped he never stopped. It was like he was studying for a mission. Touching everything with delicate precision. Learning as much as possible before moving on. A particularly intense sweep of tongue over her bundle of nerves had her crying out and tugging him closer. “Right there! Oh, please! Again, snegopad!” His lips closed, he sucked on her, flicking the pearl with the tip of his tongue and made her cry out.

Her voice echoed, broke on sobs of pure pleasure. Erratic streams of Russian begging had him growling softly against her. Suckling gently on the swollen jewel, Bucky growled a second time when her hands wrenched at his hair. “Careful there, doll,” he rumbled, running his tongue slowly around her opening, pressing it deep. Her leg locked down across his back, and he smirked a wide grin for he’d known she could strangle him with those thighs.

She’d never felt such intense feelings before. Her body quaked with them, and every time he caught her clit with his tongue or teeth, the tightening coil in her abdomen wound further. He went back to sucking and pulling, licking at her with little flicks or full sweeps, and Franki arched into him, trying desperately to get closer and release the tension that was building in her body in the same fashion she had once before. “Bucky, Bucky, please!”

He looked up at her flushed face, heavy-lidded eyes, the small marks he’d left on her skin, the kiss darkened lips, and had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. Shifting to the side, he spread her legs farther apart with the breadth of his shoulders, while pulling against her curls with his flesh hand. The metal one clamped around the thigh that lay over his shoulder. “Tell me, Francessca. Say it. Skazshi chto lyubish menya.”

… say that you love me.

“I love you, Bucky.” His blue eyes fired. She took a deep breath for they were filled with his love for her, and, when he lowered his wet mouth back to her body, Franki closed her eyes, leaned her head against the wall and gave herself over to the waves of lust that filled her.

She was his now. He’d never let her go again and Bucky dove back in, claimed what he’d won, taking his reward in the form of her body. His fingers spread her lips apart. He closed his mouth over her swollen clit, pulling, sucking, flicking it rapidly. Feeling the quaking begin in the thigh his metal hand was clamped around, he drew back to blow a stream of air over her glistening core before lapping at the heavy flow of cream that spilled from her. “You going to come for me, baby?”

Gasping, Franki rocked her hips into his mouth, managing to groan out, “If you’d ever stop playing.”

“You want me to stop playin’, sweetheart?” he drawled, gently nipping her clit and making her jolt. “Then tell me what you want.”

The burn was growing into an inferno that shook her legs and clamped a heavy hand around her womb, but it wasn’t enough. He watched her intently, blue eyes focused and hot, his tongue flicking out to drag over her every few seconds, keeping her right on edge. “I want,” releasing the grip she had on his hair, she stroked her fingers over his scalp, carding through the wet locks gently. “I want you, James. Only you.”

His cock twitched hard with her words, but it was his heart that swelled and turned over. “Baby…” he breathed reverently. “You’ve got me.” Before she could say anything more, he pressed his tongue to her clit, working her up swiftly. Her breathy moans were sweet music that blended with the scent of frost and vanilla, and the heavy steam that surrounded them. It made him fucking nuts. He released the hold he had on her thigh to slide a metal finger deep inside with a gentle thrust.

It was all she needed. Franki screamed his name when everything inside her broke open and poured out. The feeling of being alive swamped her, and she gasped a sobbing breath, hands closing in his hair as he continued to lick and suck gently, thrust that smooth finger in and out, extend the orgasm that caused her legs to shake.

Slipping his finger into his mouth, Bucky growled at the taste of her release. “YA mechtayu o tvoyem tele,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her clit that made her shudder.

… I dream about your body.

“Stop dreaming, lyubov moya,” Franki whispered, caressing his stubble roughened cheek. “I’m right here.”

Her eyes were dark, passion glazed, filled with so much love it ached in his chest with his own rush of emotion. Turning his face into her thigh, he kissed it as he ran his hand down the side, slipping it from his shoulder. Climbing slowly to his feet, Bucky pressed soft kisses to her body as he stood, creating a trail of them that led back to her heart, her throat, and finally her lips. Her arms went around his neck. He stepped back, moving her away from the rough stone before picking her up. Strong legs wrapped his waist, and hot, wet folds slid over his cock when it nestled into the cradle of her thighs.

He could have snarled with how good she felt. How hot and right. He could have shifted her a few inches up, sank into the heaven that waited, but he wouldn’t. Not yet.

Reaching for the tap, he shut the water off, leaving them in foggy silence, shrouded in the scent of sex and vanilla, broken only by the sound of ragged breathing. Holding her tight to him, vibranium beneath her and flesh across her back, Bucky latched into silver eyes, holding her gaze as he pushed open the shower door, and took her back to his bed.

Franki’s mouth opened on a breathless groan for with every step the hot shaft between her thighs, the one pressed thickly to her core, rubbed her clit in a most delicious fashion that had her body firing back into life. “Bucky, ty nuzhen mnye.”

“I need you too, moya zvezdochka. So much. Let me do this for you,” he said placing a tender kiss to her lips as he drew back the sheets, settling on his bed with her. They were both wet, but he didn’t care. There would be more than enough heat between them to dry out his sheets. But he was going to love her, worship her, take her this first time like the treasure she was. “Ty mne doveryayesh'?”

“Da, I trust you, snegopad.” Her legs slipped from his hips. Her hand went to his jaw. Her fingers trailed down to his lush lower lip, and held there for she was caught by eyes of blue so deep, she felt like she could see his soul.

Hungry for her, Bucky rolled into her smaller frame, holding her against his body as he kissed her. Slow, deep, drugging kisses that warmed the blood sent surge after surge of lust through his body. Gently he trailed his metal fingers along her back and hip, down the outer edge of her thigh and back up.

Her skin hummed with every soft touch. Every sip of her lips made them tingle, and when, finally, after what felt like hours of exploration, he pressed her further into the mattress, Franki sank her nails into his back. Drawing them slowly downwards, she smiled as he moaned. She’d barely gotten a taste of all his body had to offer. When their legs tangled together, she used her very special skill set to flip him to his back and straddled his torso.

“Francessca,” he growled, closing his hands on her hips. “What are you up to, lyubimaya?”

 She smiled and stroked her fingertips over his chest. “Ty takoj krasivyj. So very handsome. You have such beautiful muscle.” Damp curls fell from her shoulders to slide over his arms when she leaned down and pressed her lips to his chest. “Can you blame me for wanting to touch as well?” Franki said, sliding her tongue over thick, strong flesh to the bud of a perky brown nipple. She flicked it, making him grunt.

He slipped his hands to her ass, the flesh giving beneath his fingers when he squeezed. “Frank… Franki.” Breath hissed out between his teeth when she closed her lips around his nipple and sucked. Strong hands glided over his ribs, skipped to his shoulders, dragged down to his biceps and held him captive. Her knees closed on his waist. Scorching wet core pressed down on his abdominals. “Jesus, woman!”

Chuckling softly, Franki bit gently at his chest. “Big strong man, can’t handle a little teasing.”

“You do nothing but tease, moya zvezdochka.” She giggled, making him grin before her mouth was once again tasting his skin, her pink tongue flicking out every so often as she slowly worked her way down his body. Her hips lifted, and she shimmied backwards, nails dragging down his torso. Teeth nipped at his stomach. Bucky finally had to ask, “Damn, doll. How are you so…” she licked a trail over his hip, down towards his cock, and every thought just evaporated.

“Natasha is very good teacher, da?” Franki chuckled, tracing her fingers over the trail she’d left with her tongue.

Her hand wrapped around his cock, and Bucky’s hips jerked. “Fuck!” He’d thank the redhead later.

The girth of him gave her pause for but a moment when Franki wrapped her fist around the shaft, fingers failing to come together. Still, she drew her palm up the silky skin. It was much softer than she’d imagined, velvet over steel. The wider flared head beaded liquid which she caught up with her opposite thumb. Bucky watched her, deep blue eyes behind thick lashes, as she brought her thumb to her mouth, placing it between her lips.

Bucky felt something in his brain just snap when her thumb, glistening with his essence, passed between her lips. She sat on his thighs, hair damp and curling, falling over her magnificent bare body, completely comfortable in her nudity. But it was the sound which came from her that had him losing it. No different than a kitten who’d had its ear rubbed, his woman purred at the taste, and he was just so done.

She fucking purred.

Rearing up, Bucky yanked her to his chest, metal hand clamping on a fist full of hair to drag her head back and claim her mouth. His lips sealed to hers, demanded entrance. His tongue was dancing through her mouth in seconds. Twisting, twining, fighting a battle he’d already won. He flipped their positions and thrust his knee between her thighs.

She found herself back on her back and gasped. His mouth was hot, seemed to be everywhere at once. Her lips, her chin, her throat. Dragging down her chest to pull at her nipples, skating across her collarbones with an edge of teeth. Closing on the sensitive skin beneath her ear, or sucking hard on the pulse beating in her neck. “Bucky!” she cried out, her knee sliding over his hip. His flesh hand pressed up between her legs, and she whimpered in surprised pleasure when his fingers thrust up inside, sending her flying. “James!” she shrieked.

He pumped into her, the wetness coating his hand, filling the air with her delectable fragrance. Bucky hummed against her skin, shifted his knee to join the other. He grunted when she clamped both thighs around his waist. “Damn, doll…” he muttered.

She was wet, slick with it. Her walls were fluttering quickly around his fingers when he drew them from her. Coating himself with the moisture, Bucky took his cock in hand and rubbed the head over her clit with gentle thrusts. His forehead rested on hers, noses brushing, lips touching, breath mingling.

He felt the pinch of her nails when they closed in his back. “Going to make you mine, but I got to know if you’re on something, baby. Or do I need to get out of this position and go grab some protection.” He had condoms in the drawer of his nightstand, but they weren’t exactly within arm’s reach.

He rubbed over her again, and Franki moaned out, “Good to go, Sarge.” Helen had been a most… efficient doctor when she’d run the first batch of tests a month ago.

A grin broke out on his lips when he looked down into her eyes. “Fuck, I love you, baby!” Bucky sank forwards, his tip pressing between scorching hot folds to stretch her walls. He went slow, knowing he was big and wanting her first time to be good, special. The last thing he wanted to do was surpass her threshold, cause her to tip into numbness.

Franki groaned, arching into him slightly, rocking her hips impatiently at his slow pace. “You won’t hurt me.”

“No, I won’t because I will go slowly, Francessca. You mean everything to me, malen’kaya ten’. I refuse to rush this.” Her hips lifted, and he clamped his hand to her waist as he slid deeper. Panting softly, he kissed her lips, nipping at the bottom one before working it with his teeth. “You feel me, baby? Feel this.” He rocked gently and fell further. Her thighs tightened, and he sank farther into the intense pressure of her squeezing walls. “You feel so good, doll face. So good.”

His voice was husky and deep, laboured. Franki whimpered, voice lost to the pleasure screaming through her body. He was so hot, his body like a furnace, she felt seared both inside and out. Unable to take the suspense, Franki locked her arms around his back, heels over his flexing ass, and pulled. He landed with substantial weight, knocking the breath from her lungs, causing her to release a keening moan when his cock bottomed out.

“Jeez, Franki!” he huffed, but god he was balls deep inside this perfect woman, and the barrier he’d thought he might have to break wasn’t an issue. After all the fights she’d been in before the serum, it shouldn’t surprise him, but he’d wonder with her healing factor and that area, too.

“Oh my…” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he moaned. Heat and wet, massaging walls, and the scent of frost and vanilla made him a little light headed. He groaned when she shifted beneath him and reached for her hip. “Ease up, doll.” Her grip on him was intense.

“Oh!” She blushed, relaxing her legs.

Bucky arched a brow and chuckled, “That’s what finally makes you blush?”

She dug her nails in a little harder. “Shut it, Barnes. Don’t you have something more important to focus on, snezhinka?”

“It’s a good thing your pretty,” he growled against her throat. Sliding his metal hand beneath her shoulder, and squeezing the flesh one against her thigh, he slowly began to move.

Tiny gasps spilled from her lips, little-broken sounds, the only noise she seemed able to make as the length of him pulled slowly out, and his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. Then he was pressing back in, and she knew nothing but overwhelming pleasure. “Sukin syn!”

The explicit exploded from her lips, and he seconded it. Hot. Tight. Wet. His focus narrowed down to the woman beneath him and the body he worshiped. She moaned, and he smiled against her throat. Lust streaked him, filled him up, and he gave himself up to her and her body.

He thrust hard enough to rock her into the mattress, and Franki scrabbled against him. All the sensations were so much, so strong, so overwhelming. They were beyond her comprehension. She clutched at him for he was the only stable point left in her suddenly unstable world. “Snegopad… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” He kissed her cheek, continuing to thrust as he lifted up to look down on her. Pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth, he kept to the same pace, retreating until just the tip remained before sliding back through her wet folds. Nibbling on her lips, he murmured, “Yes you can, Franki. I’m right here with you. Feel me, baby. Feel how much I love you.”

Crying out, Franki gave herself over to the heat, to the pleasure, and let go of her fear. The coil inside her was strung tighter than Clint's bowstring, and she revelled in the stroking glide that fired all her nerve endings. “Bucky.”

“Say it, malen’kaya ten’. Let me hear it from your lips as I love you.” Gripping her thigh, he tilted her hip and sank deeper.

She cried out, hands dragging down his back for he’d caught the place inside her that he’d shown her once before. It slammed a bolt of pleasure through her body so strong she was momentarily speechless. “Bucky… I…” He did it again, and she writhed beneath him, struggled, unsure whether she was trying to get closer or get away.

Heaving up onto his metal hand, Bucky took her lips in a bruising kiss, quickened his pace, and jerked her leg over his elbow. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed more and took it, increasing the force he was using. Flesh slapped against flesh. Sex scented the air with the sweet undertones of vanilla and ice. Until she’d brought it up, he’d never noticed the scent of snow that hung on him, a strange thing, but with the revelation of the pheromones, he knew it was Hydra’s doing.  A side effect of the Winter Soldier project that the group had then turned to their advantage, but it meant little to him in the vast scope of things. She liked it, always said she loved the snow.

“Say it, Francessca,” he coaxed.

Her body burned, her heart ached, and tears threatened when she looked up into sapphire pools that held all the love she could ever hope for. Dragging her hands up his ribs, she moaned quietly, the length of him stroking in and out with speed and force. He was filling her so full, giving her so much, loving her with everything he had. She brought her hands to rest against his face. Drawing him down, she gasped softly with a particularly strong thrust of his hips, eyes closing for a moment before she could catch her breath. She placed a soft kiss to his lips, another to the corner of his mouth, and a third to the dimple in his chin.

“Bucky,” Franki whispered, a quiet cry escaping her, “YA lyublyu tebya. Ty zastavlyayesh' menya chuvstvovat' ... vse!”

… I love you. You make me feel… everything!

“Franki,” he breathed out reverently, “YA lyublyu tebya. With all my heart, moya zvezdochka.”

“Then show me, snegopad,” she murmured against his cheek. “Show me your heart.”

“Francessca,” he moaned. Her hands skimmed over his shoulders and down his back, and he let her leg fall from his arm so he could thrust his hands beneath her buttocks. “Hold on tight, baby.” He felt her tense. Bucky sat up, sat back, and brought her down over his lap. Face to face with her flushed features and hazy, heavy-lidded eyes, lush red lips and messy curls, Bucky couldn’t help but whisper, “God you’re beautiful…”

He rocked into her before she could reply, rocked her hips with his hands, and Franki cried out. He was so deep and hard and hot. She was burning up. Her body on fire and his was the spark, a match to her gasoline. “Please, Bucky.”

Lifting her higher, dragging her clenching walls over his shaft, Bucky growled when he lowered her swiftly to his thighs. The pressure was building in his core, the need to come growing stronger with the surging burn of his blood. It only became more so with her quiet plea. “Are you ready, Franki? Do you want to come, malyutka? Will you bathe me with it?”

“Yes, fuck! Yes!” She loved how he talked to her, deep, dark, a little dirty. “Fuck me! Make me come!” Hands tightened further, and he plowed into her, hearty thrusts that skated close to the edge where pleasure became pain and pain became nothing. It was exquisite in its potency. She threw her head back when he tugged her down to grind his pelvis up.

“Fuck! Franki!” Her hips circled. He snarled before latching on to her throat with his teeth. Right over her pulse as he rocked and thrust and plunged deep, Bucky sucked a new mark, a nice purple one into her skin as silken walls fluttered. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” he huffed, panting, sweat gleaming on his body. It matched that which coated hers as they slipped and slid together.

Franki pulled herself into his chest, rode hard, ground down with each thrust to the tightening grip of his hands. “Yes!” she squealed when the coil in her abdomen wound impossibly tight.

“There you go,” Bucky whispered. “There’s my girl. You going to fly for me, doll face?” She moaned, and he grinned. “Come for me, Franki. Let me feel it.”

“Oh, snegopad!” she shrieked, the tight coil snapped, walls clamped down hard on Bucky’s stroking shaft.

Another round of nearly unintelligible Russian fell from her lips as she came, hard, strangling his cock in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. She moaned, hands threading through his hair to draw his head back, sink into his mouth.

Groaning, Bucky tumbled her back to the mattress, giving in to the demands of his body. The rhythm he’d established was shot to hell. He plunged deep with erratic movements, driving her back up as quickly as possible until with the last few thrusts, he paused. A rumble built in his chest that he released as a roar when the coil in his own groin finally snapped. Jets of hot seed erupted, and he pressed her forcibly into his bed until the pulsing slowed to a stop.

Franki whimpered with the action, her body throbbing. Every part of her hummed with feeling, with energy, with life. She held him to her when he collapsed. “Wow…”

Chuckling softly, Bucky turned his face into her throat. “Yeah… wow.” He’d get off her in a second. Once he found a way to put the bone back in his body. “That was intense. You okay, doll?” She hummed beneath him, nearly purred, and he groaned. “Don’t, ‘less you want to try for round two.”

A smile twitched her lips as she stroked her hands down his bare back. “You are too old to do such things. Your heart would not take it, da?”

Rolling over, he took her with him, settling her into the crook of his shoulder. “You tease me after all that?”

The glide of his thick shaft out of her swollen lips made her shudder. “Da. You make it so easy.” In the early morning light filtering around the edge of the blinds on the windows, Franki watched him fight the grin and lose. Resting her hand on his heart, she sighed happily before lifting her eyes to his. “I love you, Bucky.”

Closing his hand over hers, Bucky kissed the crown of her head. “YA lyublyu tebya, Francessca,” he murmured back before reaching for the sheets at the foot of the bed when she yawned big and wide. “Go to sleep, malen’kaya ten’.”

“What? No round two? Such a disappointment. Where is this stamina I hear so much about?” she teased, curling closer, eyes already closing.

“Go to sleep, Franki.” He rolled his eyes, ignoring her teasing, listening to her breathing slow and deepen. Drawing her closer so she could sleep more on his chest than against it, Bucky sighed as he drew her thigh over his. “I love you so much it makes me stupid.”

“Love does not make you do the stupid things,” she whispered, kissing his chest and falling into oblivion.

Grinning like a maniac, Bucky was quick to follow her under. In the soft light of dawn, he’d finally found all he could have ever hoped for.

Hours later, Franki woke to heat beneath her, sun in her face, and someone’s incessant knocking. It was quiet knocking, but it was still knocking. Opening her eyes, she squinted at the shaft of sunlight which hit her in the eyes and looked down at Bucky sprawled out underneath her. He was face down, dead to the world, clutching his pillow.

It was adorable.

Grinning, she peeled herself slowly from his spine, slipping silently from the bed. Hanging off a lamp was his shirt from last night. She pulled it over her head. It smelled of him and gunpowder, had bullet holes in the sleeve, and fell to mid-thigh. It swamped her, but her hospital gown was in tatters. She didn’t have any other options if she was going to answer the door. Besides, she kind of liked it. It was like wearing a piece of him.

Pulling the bedroom door nearly closed, she skirted the couch and muttered, “Alright already. I’m coming.” Yanking on the door, she nearly jerked her arm from the socket when it didn’t even give. “Stupid locks.” A large hand fell against the door frame. Franki jolted in surprise. “Bucky?”

“Leaving, malyutka?” Snaking his metal hand around her waist, he tugged her back against him. “I’m afraid I’ll have to insist on you leaving my clothes behind.”

She eyeballed him over her shoulder and huffed, “I was just getting the door!”

“Why?” he grumbled, still fuzzy with sleep. He’d been having the best sleep of his life until she’d left his bed.  The knocking came again, snapping his attention to the door. “Who the fuck is that?”

“If you would be so kind as to unlock the door, snezhinka, I will find out!” Franki growled.

Grumbling about it, Bucky slapped his hand to the plate beside the door before yanking on the handle. “What?!”

Natasha smirked as she held out the bundle of clothes and looked from Franki’s wild cascade of curls to what was clearly a very naked Barnes, his manly bits hidden only by the woman in front of him who was drowning in his shirt. “I just thought Franki might want a change of clothes, seeing as how she left with only that paper gown on.”

“Thank you, sestra.” Franki smiled, taking the bundle before slapping a hand back against Bucky’s arm. “And you did not want to open the door.”

“Goodbye, Natasha,” Bucky growled, shutting the door in her face, and reengaging the locks. Wrenching the bundle of clothes from Franki’s fingers, he threw them at the couch. “I want my shirt back,” he rumbled against Franki’s ear.

“But… I… you, huh?” She was very confused. He had been very rude to Nat. Then she felt it. The heavy shaft that was pressed up against her buttocks, and squeaked a quiet sound of surprise.

He spun her around, shoving her back into the door, grabbed her by the thighs and levered her up the wall. Holding her there balanced on his thigh, Bucky made quick work of stripping his shirt from her body. “Who said you could leave my bed, Franki?”

His hands were everywhere, stroking, squeezing, plucking, rolling her nipples. Franki blossomed into arousal so swiftly, she gave a needy groan. “Bucky, please!”

He took possession of that sweet, pleading mouth and slid easily, lazily inside her wet sheath only to moan, “God, baby. You’re soaked, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Her head banging back against the door went unfelt as his hips snapped up, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through her. “Fuck! James!”

“I am baby, I am. Going to fuck you so good, Francessca.” She whimpered, and he pressed his mouth to her throat, hips slapping deliciously into hers. Tight walls were clamping down, wringing and choking his cock. He knew with ridiculous certainty that he wouldn’t last long.

Closing her hands at the back of his neck, Franki wrapped her legs around his waist, crying out when he increased the speed of his hips. “Oh god, Bucky. Right there!”

He tilted her hips a bit further and watched her mouth fall open, her pupils blown wide. He growled excitedly when the keening wail left her lips. Her thighs clamped on his waist, and he was forced to use short, sharp thrusts, ones that bumped his head repeatedly to the back of her sheath. It was fucking amazing, and he closed his teeth into the junction of her shoulder and throat.

Franki saw stars, her body lit up, and she screamed her climax to the ceiling.

He grunted with the power of her orgasm, swearing loudly, “Damn, baby. Fuck! You’re killing me.” Her body clamped down on him, forcing his release from him in quick, hard burst of hot seed.

 Outside the door, Natasha grinned wide, snickering at the blush that filled Steve’s face. “We may want to switch floors.” Her sister and Barnes were quite vocal.

Wandering by, Sam grumbled, “Isn’t going to help. My place is above his. They had a very good time making up.”

Next Chapter

[diary-of-secret-emotions]

It's been a while.

I went through this breakup and another one less serious and less hard. I came out as stronger and more mature person than I was when I started the relationship. Both times.

But the thing bothering me is that this whole page, whole secret tumblr is for you. It's not about my emotions, its not about anything else but fucking you. And fuck you for screwing that up. Fuck you for getting what you didn't deserve. Fuck you for playing with my feelings. FUCK YOU !

I don't know how a man has to be stupid to do what you did. Dear lord, you had me. No one else did, no one else had me like you did. And still you decide that one person is too boring for you, that I am not enough and that every fucking thing is more important than me.

You know what, this one lady made a song with a quote "KAD ŽIVOT UDARI TI VRATI SAMO JAKO" which means when life knocks you, you get back at it. And another one "NE MOGU VIŠE JA DA VRAĆAM SE NA STARO, VERUJ MI LJUBAVI BOLJE JE OVAKO" meaning - I can't go back to the past, trust me love it's better this way.

Ne dao mi bog dragi da te vise u putu sretnem mrcino jedna glupa. Izgledas ko kakav daidža tamo a ja ko princeza i ti me takav nisi znao cijenit i čuvat i mazit i pazit. Mrs gadis mi se fuj. Dosta sam sebe krivila ili dijelila krivicu al evo sad cemo vako - ti si kriv i tačka. Sad nađi sebi naku seljanku ili polovnjaču pa se udaraj u dupe ako bude imala sve zube na broju i samo 75kg jer takav ti bolju od mene nac neces pizdo jedna glupava. Patoloska lazovcino. Ni M od Muskarca nisi, ti muskarcu pravom treba da ustanes kad takav ulazi u prostoriju i napustis istu jer nisi dostojan njegovog prisustva. Ti meni, kao vecem musku i mudonji od tebe treba pogled spustas picku ti jebem mrcino jedna glupava. Pa ti sad aj nađi bolju u svakom smislu od mene. Ajd molim te to mi bas treba da vidim bebo plox. De mi nađi kakvu koja ce ravnopravno dijelit s tobom sve troškove izlazaka, koja ce od tebe htjet samo vrijeme pažnju i tebe, koja ce ti bit tu i kad ti je dobro i loše, izac u susret hiljadu puta, koja ce ti prec preko tristo budalastina tvojih i imat razumjevanja sto si i vakav i nakav i tezak ko noć.

Ala mi je život ljepsi kako sam izgubila 105 kila negativnosti, brdo jedno mi se s picke maklo. Jebote dan kome sam ja posvetila tumbler cijeli. Ostavit cu ovo kao podsjetnik da gledam ocima jer mi ih mater nije rodila da budu lijepe vec da sluze svrsi.

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Against All Logic - 2017 - 2019

Nicolas Jaar - Cenizas

Nicolas Jaar - Telas

Alon Mor - Lands of Delight

Amanda Palmer - There Will Be No Intermission

Andy Stott - It Should Be Us

Arca - @@@@@

Arca - KiCk i

Ariel Pink - Odditties Sodomies Vol .2

Baths - Pop Music / False B-Sides II

Biosphere - Microgravity

Biosphere - Patashnik

Biosphere - Cirque

Biosphere - Substrata 2

Biosphere - Shenzhou

Biosphere - Autour De La Lune

Biosphere - Dropsonde

Biosphere - N-Plants

Biosphere - L'Incoronazione De Poppea

Biosphere - Departed Glories

Biosphere - The Hilvarenbeek Recordings

Biosphere - The Petrified Forest

Biosphere - The Senja Recordings

Bladee - Gluee

Bladee - Eversince

Bladee - Working on Dying

Bladee - Red Light

Bladee - Icedancer

Bladee - Exeter

Bladee - 333

Brian Eno - Ambient 2: The Plateaux of Mirror

Brian Eno - Ambient 3: Day of Radiance

Brian Eno - Ambient 4: On Land

BT - Electronic Opus

BT - Between Here and You

BT - Everything You’re Searching For Is On The Other Side Of Fear

BT - The Lost Art of Longing

Carly Rae Jepsen - Dedicated Side B

Charli XCX - Charli

Charli XCX - how i’m feeling now

Chino Amobi - PARADISO

Comaduster - Darker Matter

Dan Deacon - Mystic Familiar

Daniel Johnston - Songs of Pain

Daniel Johnston - Don’t Be Scared

Daniel Johnston - The What of Whom

Daniel Johnston - More Songs of Pain

Daniel Johnston - Yip/Jump Music

Daniel Johnston - Retired Boxer

Daniel Johnston - Respect

Daniel Johnston - Continued Story

Daniel Johnston - Merry Christmas

Daniel Johnston - Artistic Vice

Danny Brown - uknowhatimsayin¿

Dean Blunt & Delroy Edwards - Desert Sessions

DJ Shadow - Our Pathetic Age

Doug Dalglish - Amazing Nature Songs From Texas

Earl Sweatshirt - Some Rap Songs

Earl Sweatshirt - Feet of Clay

Ecco2k - e

Eminem - Music to Be Murdered By

Felix Blume - Death in Haiti: Funeral Brass Bands & Sounds from Port au Prince

Fiona Apple - Tidal

Fiona Apple - When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks Like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He'll Win the Whole Thing 'fore He Enters the Ring There's No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won't Matter, Cuz You'll Know That You're Right

Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine

Fiona Apple - The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do

Fiona Apple - Fetch the Bolt Cutters

FKA Twigs - MAGDALENE

Flume - Hi This Is Flume

Flying Lotus - Flamagra

Four Tet - Dialogue

Four Tet - Pause

Four Tet - Rounds

Four Tet - Everything Ecstatic

Four Tet - There Is Love In You

Four Tet - Pink

Four Tet - Beautiful Rewind

Four Tet - Morning/Evening

Four Tet - New Energy

Four Tet - Live at Funkhaus Berlin, 10th May 2018

Four Tet - Sixteen Oceans

Frank Zappa - Läther

Gold Midas - Looking 4 an Exit​!​!

Gold Midas - Isolation Pack

Gold Midas - The Search Party Is Over

Graham Kartna - These Are The Shout

Graham Kartna - Drain

The Shadow Ring - Life Review (1993​-​2003)

Graham Lambkin - Snails in Clay

Grimes - Miss Anthropocene

Haruomi Hosono - Paraiso

Holly Herndon - Proto

Ian North - My Girlfriend’s Dead

Iglooghost - Neō Wax Bloom

Iglooghost - Clear Tamei

Iglooghost - Steel Mogu

Iglooghost - XYZ

Impossible Nothing - Phonemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Lexemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Tonemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Taxemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Glossemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Chronemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Phrasemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Graphemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Visemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Morphemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Mnemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Noemenomicon

Impossible Nothing - Numerinomicon

Impossible Nothing - She Is Black

Impossible Nothing - Born X

Impossible Nothing - Music To Drive By

Impossible Nothing - Supremus Inspectorem

Impossible Nothing - Manthropocene

Impossible Nothing - J Electronic A-Z

Infinity Frequencies - Between two worlds

It’s Over, I Tried... - Emotional Rollecoaster EP

It’s Over, I Tried... - Misandry

It’s Over, I Tried... - A Couple Of Days Without Internet Connection

It’s Over, I Tried... - Six Random Dreams In A Single Night

It’s Over, I Tried... - fuck off

It’s Over, I Tried... - GASLiGHT!

It’s Over, I Tried... - Skin Carving

It’s Over, I Tried... - Dark Circles Around Our Eyes

It’s Over, I Tried... - 6:02am

It’s Over, I Tried... - Electra Complex

It’s Over, I Tried... - Eternal

It’s Over, I Tried... - At Last...

It’s Over, I Tried... - DISSOCIATION LOOPS

It’s Over, I Tried... - Juliette

It’s Over, I Tried... - dismissal

It’s Over, I Tried... - alcohol killed my life yet my life was already over

J Dilla - Donuts

J.I.D. - DiCaprio 2

Jack White - Boarding House Reach

James Blake - The Bells Sketch

James Blake - CMYK

James Blake - Klavierwerke

James Blake - James Blake

James Blake - Enough Thunder

James Blake - Overgrown

James Blake - The Colour in Anything

James Blake - Assume Form

James Ferraro - Skid Row

James Ferraro - Burning Prius ®

James Ferraro - Fanfare For The Boston Marathon 2017

James Ferraro - Troll

James Ferraro - Four Pieces For Mirai

James Ferraro - Requiem for Recycled Earth

James Ferraro - Neurogeist

Jean Grae & Quelle Chris - Everything’s Fine

Jean-Michel Jarre - Oxygène

Jean-Michel Jarre - Équinoxe

Jean-Michel Jarre - Zoolook

Jean-Michel Jarre - Rendez-Vous

Jean-Michel Jarre - En attendant Cousteau

Jean-Michel Jarre - Oxygène 7-13

Jean-Michel Jarre - Métamorphoses

Jean-Michel Jarre - Sessions 2000

Jean-Michel Jarre - Electronica 1: The Time Machine

Jean-Michel Jarre - Oxygène 3

Joanna Newsom - Walnut Whales

Joanna Newsom - Yarn and Glue

Joanna Newsom - The Milk-Eyed Mender

Joanna Newsom - Ys

Joanna Newsom - Joanna Newsom and the Ys Street Band

Joanna Newsom - Have One on Me

Joanna Newsom - Divers

John Maus - Songs

John Maus - Love Is Real

John Maus - We Must Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves

John Maus - A Collection of Rarities and Previously Unreleased Material

John Maus - Screen Memories

John Maus - Addendum

JPEGMAFIA - Communist Slow Jams

JPEGMAFIA - Darkskin Manson EP

JPEGMAFIA - Black Ben Carson

JPEGMAFIA - The 2nd Amendment

JPEGMAFIA - Veteran

JPEGMAFIA - All My Heroes Are Cornballs

Julia Holter - Tragedy

Julia Holter - Ekstasis

Julia Holter - Loud City Song

Julia Holter - Have You in My Wilderness

Julia Holter - Aviary

Julian McHutchison - Loopsider

Justin Bieber - My world 2.0

Kanye West - The College Dropout

Kanye West - Late Registration

Kanye West - Graduation

Kanye West - 808s and Heartbreak

Kanye West & Jay-Z - Watch theThrone

Kanye West - The Life of Pablo

Kanye West - ye

KIDS SEE GHOSTS - KIDS SEE GHOSTS

Kanye West - Yandhi (Leak)

Kanye West - Jesus Is King

Hermit and the Recluse - Orpheus vs. the Sirens

Kali Uchis - isola†ion

Kate Bush - The Kick Inside

Kate Bush - Lion Heart

Kate Bush - Never for Ever

Kate Bush - The Sensual World

Kate Bush - The Red Shoes

Kate Bush - Aerial

Kate Bush - Director’s Cut

Kate Bush - 50 Words for Snow

Kelela - Take Me Apart

Kendrick Lamar - Section.80

Kendrick Lamar - Untitled Unmastered

Kesha - Animal

Kesha - Cannibal

Kesha - Warrior

Kesha - Rainbow

Kesha - High Road

Kirin J Callinan - Embracism

Kirin J Callinan - Bravado

Kirin J Callinan - Return to Center

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - Moshi Moshi Harajuku

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - Pamyu Pamyu Revolution

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - Nanda Collection

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - Pika Pika Fantajin

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - Japamyu

Kyle - Smyle

Lady Gaga - The Fame

Lady Gaga - Born This Way

Lady Gaga - Artpop

Lady Gaga - Cheek to Cheek

Lady Gaga - Joanne

Lady Gaga - Chromatica

Laurel Halo - Quarantine

Laurel Halo - Chance of Rain

Laurel Halo - Dust

Laurel Halo - Raw Silk Uncut Wood

Laurie Anderson - Big Science

Laurie Anderson - Mister Heartbreak

Laurie Anderson - Home of the Brave

Laurie Anderson - Strange Angels

Laurie Anderson - Bright Red

Laurie Anderson - The Ugly One with the Jewels

Laurie Anderson - Life on a Strong

Laurie Anderson - Homeland

Lemon Demon - Live (Only Not)

Lemon Demon - Dinosaurchestra

Lemon Demon - View-Monster

Lemon Demon - I Am Become Christmas

Lemon Demon - Nature Tapes

Lemon Demon - Spirit Phone

Lil Ugly Mane - Mista Thug Isolation

Shawn Kemp - External Files

Lil Ugly Mane - Three Sided Tape Volume One

Lil Ugly Mane - Three Sided Tape Volume Two

Lil Ugly Mane - Absence of Shitperson

Lil Ugly Mane - Third Side of Tape

Lil Ugly Mane - Oblivion Access

Lingua Ignota - Caligula

Louis Cole - Time

Sock - Sock

Mal Webb - Trainer Wheels

Mal Webb - 3 Cheers for Peace and Quiet

Mal Webb - Dodgy

Mal Webb - Not Nor Mal

Viktor Vaughn - Vaudeville Villain

Madvillain - Madvillainy

Danger Doom - The Mouse and the Mask

Doom - Born Like This

Michael Jackson - Thriller

Michael Jackson - Bad

Michael Jackson - Dangerous

Mika - Life in Cartoon Motion

Mika - The Boy Who Knew Too Much

Mika - The Origin of Love

Mika - No Place in Heaven

Mika - My Name is Michael Holbrook

Mike & Rich - Expert Knob Twiddlers

Milosh - You Make Me Feel

Milosh - meme

Milosh - iii

Milosh - Jetlag

Moby - More Fast Songs About The Apocalypse

Moby - Everything Was Beautiful, and Nothing Hurt

Moby - Long Ambients 2

Moby - All Visible Objects

Monolake - Hongkong

Monolake - Interstate

Monolake - Gravity

Monolake - Cinemascope

Monolake - Momentum

Monolake - Polygon_Cities

Monolake - Silence

Monolake - Ghosts

Monolake - VLSI

The Microphones - Don’t Wake Me Up

The Microphones - It Was Hot, We Stayed in the Water

The Microphones - The Glow Pt. 2

The Microphones - Mount Eerie

Mount Eerie - “No Flashlight”: Songs of the Fulfilled Night

Mount Eerie - Lost Wisdom

Mount Eerie - Dawn

Mount Eerie - Wind’s Poem

Mount Eerie - Clear Moon

Mount Eerie - Ocean Road

Mount Eerie - Sauna

Mount Eerie - A Crow Looked at Me

Mount Eerie - Now Only

the Microphones - Microphones in 2020

Mr. Oizo - Analog Worms Attack

Mr. Oizo - Moustache (Half a Scissor)

Mr. Oizo - Lambs Anger

Mr. Oizo - Stade 2

Mr. Oizo - The Church

Mr. Oizo - All Wet

Nas - Illmatic

Natalia Lafourcade - Musas Vol. 2

Nightmares on Wax - A Word of Science: The First and Final Chapter

Nightmares on Wax - Smokers Delight

Nightmares on Wax - Carboot Soul

Nightmares on Wax - Mind’s Elevation

Nightmares on Wax - In a Space Outta Sound

Nightmares on Wax - Thought So

Nightmares on Wax - Feelin’ Good

Nightmares on Wax - Shape the Future

Nmesh - Pharma

Noname - Telefone

Noname - Room 25

Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Nigga Please

Oneohtrix Point Never - Age Of

Oneohtrix Point Never - Love in the Time of Lexapro

Daniel Lopatin - Uncut Gems

Owl City - Maybe I’m Dreaming

Owl City - Ocean Eyes

Owl City - All Things Bright and Beautiful

Owl City - The Midsummer Station

Owl City - Mobile Orchestra

Owl City - Cinematic

Patricia Taxxon - I’m game

Patricia Taxxon - Inhumane

DJ Coolatta, Patricia Taxxon - Bangers for Those Who Can’t

Patricia Taxxon - Trickle Down

Patricia Taxxon - Fymynob

Patricia Taxxon - Sky Simplified

Patricia Taxxon - Hotel Songs

Patricia Taxxon - Motel Songs

Patricia Taxxon - My Lady

Patricia Taxxon - ~MAJIC~

Patricia Taxxon - Copy

Patricia Taxxon - Ode to Rob Schneider / Ode to the People

Patricia Taxxon - The Anthill

Patricia Taxxon - Endless

Patricia Taxxon - Blush

Patricia Taxxon - Summer Drones

Patricia Taxxon - Paul

Patricia Taxxon - Winter Beats

Patricia Taxxon - Black and White

Patricia Taxxon - The Art State

Patricia Taxxon - Cicada

Patricia Taxxon - One Pop

Patricia Taxxon - Gallery

Patricia Taxxon - Punk

Patricia Taxxon - The Killer

Patricia Taxxon - Nostalgia

Patricia Taxxon - Traveller

Patricia Taxxon - Telecommunications

Patricia Taxxon - Majesty

Patricia Taxxon - Two Tone

Patricia Taxxon - Nexus Pelican

Patricia Taxxon - Little Spoon

Patricia Taxxon - Astral

Patricia Taxxon - Wavetable

Patricia Taxxon - Sixteen Sketchbooks Ago

Patricia Taxxon - Victory Lap

Patricia Taxxon - Doraemon

Patricia Taxxon - Photo 4

Patricia Taxxon - Arbuckle

Patricia Taxxon - The Good Night

Patricia Taxxon - The Best Day

Patricia Taxxon - Foley Artist

Patricia Taxxon - Pix & Bit

Patricia Taxxon - Beauty

Patricia Taxxon - Jyväskylä

Patricia Taxxon - Sir Pentagon

Patricia Taxxon - Rainbow Road

Patricia Taxxon - Dance Odyssey

Patricia Taxxon - Gelb

Patricia Taxxon - Rosa

Patricia Taxxon - Schwarz

PC Music - PC Music Vollume 1

PC Music - PC Music Volume 2

Perfume Genius - Learning

Perfume Genius - Put Your Back N 2 It

Perfume Genius - Too Bright

Perfume Genius - No Shape

Perfume Genius - Set My Heart on Fire Immediately

Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel (1977)

Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel (1978)

Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel (1980)

Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel (1982)

Peter Gabriel - So

Peter Gabriel - Us

Peter Gabriel - Up

Peter Gabriel - Scratch My Back

Peter Gabriel - New Blood

Poe - Hello

Poppy - Am I a Girl?

Poppy - Choke

Poppy - I Disagree

Prurient - Frozen Niagara Falls

Prurient - Rainbow Mirror

Pusha T - My Name Is My Name

Pusha T - King Push – Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude

Pusha T - Daytona

Regina Spektor - 11:11

Regina Spektor - Songs

Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch

Regina Spektor - Begin to Hope

Regina Spektor - Far

Regina Spektor - What We Saw from the Cheap Seats

Richard Devine - Sort\Lave

Rina Sawayama - Rina

Rina Sawayama - Sawayama

Rosalia - Los ángeles

Rosalia - El mal querer

Ross Byrd - Undeniable Resurrection

Ryoji Ikeda - 1000 fragments

Ryoji Ikeda - +/-

Ryoji Ikeda - 0°C

Ryoji Ikeda - time and space

Ryoji Ikeda - 99: Variations For Modulated 440Hz Sinewaves

Ryoji Ikeda - Mort Aux Vaches

Ryoji Ikeda - matrix

Ryoji Ikeda - .

Ryoji Ikeda - op.

Ryoji Ikeda - dataplex

Ryoji Ikeda - test pattern

Ryoji Ikeda - dataphones

Ryoji Ikeda - id

Ryoji Ikeda - supercodex

Ryoji Ikeda - Live at White Cube

Ryuichi Sakamoto - Thousand Knives

Ryuichi Sakamoto - CHASM

Ryuichi Sakamoto - async - Remodels

Shygirl - Cruel Practice

Skee Mask - Shred

Skee Mask - Compro

Snoop Dogg - Doggystyle

Solar Fields - Reflective Frequencies

Solar Fields - Blue Moon Station

Solar Fields - Leaving Home

Solar Fields - EarthShine

Solar Fields - Movements

Solar Fields - Until we meet the sky

Solar Fields - Random Friday

Solar Fields - Ourdom

Sophie - Product

Sophie - Oil of Every Pearl’s Un-Insides

Squarepusher - Feed Me Weird Things

Squarepusher - Hard Normal Daddy

Squarepusher - Burningn’n Tree

Chaos A.D. - Buzz Caner

Squarepusher - Music Is Rotted One Note

Squarepusher - Big Loada

Squarepusher - Budakhan Mindphone

Squarepusher - Selection Sixteen

Squarepusher - Go Plastic

Squarepusher - Do You Know Squarepusher

Squarepusher - Ultravisitor

Squarepusher - Hello Everything

Squarepusher - Just a Souvenir

Squarepusher - Solo Electric Bass 1

Squarepusher - Shobaleader One: d’Demonstrator

Squarepusher - Ufabulum

Squarepusher - Damogen Furies

Squarepusher - Elektrac

Squarepusher - Be Up a Hello

St. Vincent - Marry Me

St. Vincent - Actor

St. Vincent - Strange Mercy

St. Vincent & David Byrne - Love This Giant

St. Vincent - St. Vincent

St. Vincent - Masseduction

Sufjan Stevens - A Sun Came

Sufjan Stevens - Enjoy Your Rabbit

Sufjan Stevens - Michigan

Sufjan Stevens - Seven Swans

Sufjan Stevens - Illinois

Sufjan Stevens - The Avalanche

Sufjan Stevens - The Age of Adz

Sufjan Stevens - Carrie & Lowell

Sun Araw - Rock Sutra

Red House Painters - Down Colorful Hill

Red House Painters - Red House Painters (Rollercoasted)

Red House Painters - Red House Painters (Bridge)

Red House Painters - Ocean Beach

Red House Painters - Songs for a Blue Guitar

Mark Kozelek - What’s Next to the Moon

Red House Painters - Old Ramon

Sun Kil Moon - Ghosts of the Great Highway

Sun Kil Moon - Tiny Cities

Sun Kil Moon - April

Sun Kil Moon - Admiral Fell Promises

Sun Kil Moon - Among the Leaves

Mark Kozelek - Like Rats

Mark Kozelek - Perils from the Sea

Mark Kozelek - Mark Kozelek & Desertshore

Sun Kil Moon - Benji

Mark Kozelek - Mark Kozelek Sings Christmas Carols

Sun Kil Moon - Universal Themes

Mark Kozelek - Dreams of Childhood

Sun Kil Moon - Common as Light and Love Are Red Valleys of Blood

Mark Kozelek - Yellow Kitchen

Mark Kozelek - Mark Kozelek

Sun Kil Moon - This Is My Dinner

Sun Kil Moon - I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

Mark Kozelek - All the Best, Isaac Hayes

Tedrich Lendum - Squirrel Clipart Adventure

Tedrich Lendum & White Uploader - Inelegant Mirth

Tedrich Lendum - Over 2000 Balloons

Tedrich Lendum - The American Dream

Tedrich Lendum - Seaside 2004

Tedrich Lendum - Fresh Tapes

The Caretaker - Selected Memories From The Haunted Ballroom

The Caretaker - A stairway to the stars

The Caretaker - We'll all go riding on a rainbow

The Caretaker - Theoretically pure anterograde amnesia

The Caretaker - Deleted scenes, forgotten dreams

The Caretaker - Persistent repetition of phrases

The Stranger - Bleaklow

Leyland Kirby - Sadly, the future is no longer what it was

The Caretaker - An empty bliss beyond this World

Leyland Kirby - Eager to tear apart the stars

The Caretaker - Patience (After Sebald)

The Stranger - Watching Dead Empires In Decay

Leyland Kirby -  Intrigue & Stuff (Volumes 1​-​4)

V/Vm - The Death Of Rave (A partial flashback)

The Caretaker - Everywhere at the end of time

Leyland Kirby - We, so tired of all the darkness in our lives

The Notorious B.I.G. - Ready to Die

The Notorious B.I.G. - Life After Death

Tiësto - In My Memory

Tiësto - Just Be

Tiësto - Elements of Life

Tiësto - Kaleidoscope

Tiësto - A Town Called Paradise

Tim Hecker - Haunt Me, Haunt Me Do It Again

Tim Hecker - Radio Amor

Tim Hecker - Mirages

Tim Hecker - Harmony in Ultraviolet

Tim Hecker - An Imaginary Country

Tim Hecker - Dropped Pianos

Tim Hecker - Love Streams

Tim Hecker - Konoyo

Tim Hecker - Anoyo

Toro y Moi - Causers of This

Toro y Moi - Underneath the Pine

Toro y Moi - Anything in Return

Toro y Moi - What For?

Toro y Moi - Boo Boo

Toro y Moi - Outer Peace

Tupac Shakur - 2Pacalypse Now

Tupac Shakur - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z...

Tupac Shakur - Me Against the World

Tupac Shakur - All Eyez on Me

Tupac Shakur - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory

Tupac Shakur - R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Tupac Shakur - Until the End of Time

Tyler, the Creator - Music Inspired by Illumination & Dr. Seuss' The Grinch

Tyler, the Creator - Igor

U.S. Girls - In a Poem Unlimited

Uboa - The Origin Of My Depression

New Dreams Ltd. - Sleepline

Vektroid - Big Danger

Vektroid - Vektroid Texture Maps

Vektroid - RE•SET

Siddiq & Vektroid - Midnight Run

New Dreams Ltd. - Eden

Palacio Del Rio - No Title

CTO & Ray Sherman - GDGA1

Vektroid - Telnet Complete

Peace Forever Eternal - Nextcentury

Vektroid - Seed & Synthetic Earth

Vectorfray - Bloodsample EP

Vectorfray - For OCRemix’s Evaluation

Vectorfray - From The Comfort Of Your Deathbed

Vectorfray - Ides EP

Vectorfray - NolemN Single

Vectorfray - Omegalpha (Disc One)

Vectorfray - Pentbüt

Vktrfry - Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia

Vktrfry - The Wavefunction Collapse Session

Vektordrum - Shitaihokansho

Vektordrum - Unreleased Tracks

Vektordrum - Capitose Windowpane

Vektordrum - Deciphered

Vektordrum - Fraktalseq: Blossom

Vektordrum - Hello Skypedals EP1

Vektordrum - Hello Skypedals EP2

Vektordrum - I, Banished

Vektordrum - Discrét Night Signals

Vektordrum - Geese

Vektordrum - Trinity

Vince Staples - Hell Can Wait

Vince Staples - Summertime ‘06

Vince Staples - Prima Donna

Vince Staples - Big Fish Theory

Vince Staples - FM!

Warmer - Rocket # 009

Warmer - The Tragic Evolution of Desire

Warmer - The Decisions

Weyes Blood - Titanic Rising

Matt Koester - I C L A

yeongrak - fn primer cake today II

Yves Tumor - When Man Fails You

Yves Tumor - Serpent Music

Yves Tumor - Safe in the Hands of Love

Yves Tumor - Heaven to a Tortured Mind

Zach Hill - Astrological Straits

Zach Hill - Face Tat

骨架的 - Cool Water

骨架的 - Opal Disc

骨架的 - Sunset Melody

骨架的 - Lost Memories 3]]

albums on phone: 

Carly Rae Jepsen - Dedicated

Alex Cameron - Miami Memory

Famicom Fountains - Progman.Exe

Father John Misty - Pure Comedy

Internet Club - Pure Trance

James Ferraro - Purple Gongs

§E▲ ▓F D▓G§ - Rain Dance

Gas - Rausch

Tim Hecker - Ravedeath, 1972

David Bowie - Reality

Eminem - Recovery

Internet Club - Redefining The Workplace

Hanz - Reducer

Eminem - Relapse

B L A C K I E - REMAINS

Big K.R.I.T. - Return of 4eva

Eminem - Revival

Graham Kartna - Rewards

Graham Kartna - Rhetoric On Sublime

Bibio - Ribbons  

Aphex Twin - Richard D. James Album

The Diamondstein - The Ridges

Goldie - Ring of Saturn

David Bowie - The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars

Graham Lambkin - The Rise of Elklink

Elliott Smith - Roman Candle

Baths - Romaplasm

SkʞƧ - Round

Frank Zappa - Roxy & Elsewhere

TOYOTAセリカ - S O F T W A R E D R E A M S

Sun Araw - The Saddle Of The Increate

Graham Lambkin - Salmon Run

Goldie - Saturnz Return

Ariel Pink - Scared Famous/FF»

David Bowie - Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)

Scatman John - Scatman’s World

Girl Talk - Secret Diary

Aphex Twin - Selected Ambient works 85-92

Aphex Twin - Selected Ambient Works Volume II

Fatima Al Qadiri - Shaneera

Internet Club - The Sharper Image

Arca - Sheep

Graham Kartna - Shoot The Moons

Hanz - Short Manual (Mix)

Christina Grimmie - Side A

Christina Grimmie - Side B

Bodyguard - Silica Gel

K2 - Silicon Oasis

Bibio - Silver Wilkinson

Nicolas Jaar - Sirens

Doseone - Skeleton Repelent

Flume - Skin

Flume - Skin Companion EP 1

Flume - Skin Companion EP 2

Dollr Menu - Slappers Only!

George Clanton - Slide

Eminem - The Slim Shady LP

Comaduster - Slip Through

Doseone - slowdeath

DJ Rozwell - Sludge Dredd

Snake Figures Fan - Snake Figures Fan

Doseone - Soft Skulls

Graham Lambkin - Softly Softly Copy Copy

Earl Sweatshirt - Solace

Comaduster - Solace

Carrie Underwood - Some Hearts

James Ferraro - Son of Dracula

BT - A Song Across Wires

Annie Lennox - Songs of Mass Destruction

Nicolas Jaar - Space Is Only Noise

David Bowie - Space Oddity

Dan Deacon - Spiderman of the Rings

B L A C K I E - SPRED LUV

James Ferraro - Star Digital Theatre: Movies For P.T. Cruisers

David Bowie - Station to Station

Sea of Dogs - Storm Memories

Carrie Underwood - Storyteller

Charli XCX - Sucker

James Ferraro - Suki Girlz

Poopooface - Super Kawaii~

James Ferraro - Sushi

Aphex Twin - Syro

Denzel Curry - TA13OO

Scatman John - Take Your Time

Gary Numan - Telekon

Amanda Palmer - Theatre Is Evil

BT - These Hopeful Machines

Moby - These Systems Are Failing

Clarence Clarity - Think: Peace

BT - This Binary Universe

Ariel Pink - Thrash & Burn: Pre

Sea of Dogs - Through The Fog And The Driftwood

Goldie - Timeless

Poopooface - Tinto5 EP

Andy Stott - Too Many Voices

Clark - Totems Flare

Lindsheaven Virtual Plaza - Transversal Worldwide Shopping

Nyetscape - Trinity

Charli XCX - True Romance

Carly Rae Jepsen - Tug of War  

Clark - Turning Dragon

Sick Animation - The Ultimate Party Collection Vol. 1

Frank Zappa - Uncle Meat

Ariel Pink - Underground

Internet Club - Underwater Mirage

Twistpillar - The Unity Plaza

Andy Stott - Unknown Exception

Hanz - Unofficial Hanz Singles Compilation Album

Bruno Mars - Unorthodox Jukebox

Internet Club - Unregistered HyperCam 420

Girl Talk - Unstoppable

Flying Lotus - Until the Quiet Comes

Burial - Untrue

Björk - Utopia

Internet Club - Vanishing Vision

Datavision Ltd. - Vector Tables

Anderson .Paak - Venice

Anderson .Paak - Ventura

Björk - Vespertine

Bibio - Vignetting the Compost

Tim Hecker - Virgins

James Ferraro - Virtual Erase

Grimes - Visions

Björk - Volta

Bedwetter - volume 1: flick your tongue against your teeth and describe the present.

Charli XCX - Vroom Vroom

Björk - Vulnicura

Moby - Wait For Me

Warmer - Warmer

Alias Conrad Coldwood - Wastes

Lindsheaven Virtual Plaza - Watch Their Loneliness

Com Truise - Wave 1

Andy Stott - We Stay Together

Internet Club - Webinar

Basshunter - Welcome to Rainbow

Amanda Palmer - Who Killed Amanda Palmer

James Ferraro - Wild World

B L A C K I E - WILDERNESS OF NORTH AMERICA

Aphex Twin - Windowlicker

Christina Grimmie - With Love

Andrew W.K. - The Wolf

Nyetscape - World Edit

Ariel Pink - Worn Copy

Arca - Xen

Elliott Smith - XO

Danny Brown - XXX

Aphex Twin - Xylem Tube

Flying Lotus - You’re Dead!

Andrew W.K. - You’re Not Alone

David Bowie - Young Americans

Gas - Zauberberg

ZONΞ ΞATΞR & §E▲ ▓F D▓G§ - ZONΞ ΞATΞR vs. §E▲ ▓F D▓G§

[Begin vaporwave slums]

░▒▓新しいデラックスライフ▓▒░ - ▣世界から解放され▣

FＯＯＤＣＯＵＲＴ➒➐~ - ＴｅｌｅＤｒｅａｍｚ™

FＯＯＤＣＯＵＲＴ➒➐~ - ♪♫평양 피아노 학교♪♫

TOYOTAセリカ - のためのショーケース The Eyes

TOYOTAセリカ - サプリメント

TOYOTAセリカ - リバイバル

TOYOTAセリカ - 冬

Pastel Lounge LLC -  夢想假期TOYOTAセリカ - 日曜日DRIVE

Famicom Fountains - 砂漠のカメラレッスン

TRANCE.BIZ - 香港荒村

Albums I’ve had to skip:

Ecco Unlimited - Liquid Nitrogen (My copy is in FLAC, will need to convert it eventually)

James Ferraro - Rerex 1 (Corrupted download)

James Ferraro - Rerex 2 (Corrupted download)

K2 - Chameleon Ballet (Corrupted download)

Eminem - Slim Shady EP (Shows up weird)

Albums I’ve had to skip because DoubleTwist will refuse to acknowledge the existence of certain tracks if they’re short enough and these albums have at least one short song that despite its length I would not like to experience the album without:

Flying Lotus - 1983

Girl Talk - All Day

Bonobo - Animal Magic

Doseone - Be Evil

Internet Club - Beyond The Zone

James Ferraro - Body Fusion 1

James Ferraro - Body Fusion 2

Local News - Channel 8

Aphex Twin - Cheetah

Aphex Twin - Computer Controlled Acoustic Instruments Pt2

James Ferraro - Cruisin’ The Nightbiker Strip 1977

Internet Club - Deluxe

Aphex Twin - Drukqs

Eminem - The Eminem Show

BT - Emotional Technology

Eminem - Encore

Frank Ocean - Endless

Memorex Dawn - Galleria

James Ferraro - Genie Head Gas In The Tower Of Dreams (Jesters Midnight Toys)

Local News - Ghost Broadcast

Haru Nemuri - Haru to Shura

Daniel Johnston - Hi, How Are You

Eminem - Infinite

Hearken - Kithless

Ariel Pink - Ku Klux Glam 

DJ Shadow - The Less You Know, the Better

Flying Lotus - Los Angeles

Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP

Internet Club - Modern Business Collection

Frank Ocean - Nostalgia, Ultra

Nyetscape - Nyetscape

§E▲ ▓F D▓G§ - OG Glazed Vol. 1

Graham Kartna - One Year: A Collection Of Old Tunes

R23X - OSV: Original Sound Version

DJ Shadow - The Outsider

FＯＯＤＣＯＵＲＴ➒➐~ - PHU➒➐~

Time to have fun!

[pocketfulofdarknessz]

A DAY IN MY LIFE ( 05 · 02 · 17 ) As soon as i unfolded my eyes, the peaking light from the outside of my glass window came before my lenses. The sky seems gloomy as if it was depicting what i was feeling right at that time. Shitty & miserable. My head was throbbing really really bad for i got disturbed from my afternoon nap. I stayed there for like an hour -- laying lazily while contemplating things about how fucked up my life is. The center of my soul feels dark and empty. I can feel my tendons slowly breaking as i cry my eyes out trying to wash away the pain that i am feeling inside but it doesnt help. There was a soft knock on the door, it was my ate inviting me to have lunch but i dont have enough energy to face anyone at that state just yet. Maybe satan sent his demons to disturb my not so peace of mind; ive been overthinking for hours making me feel super unsteady. After a few hours of self-torture, i composed myself up and tried my best to act normal despite of the chaotic feeling inside my chest. Had a couple of uno games with my ate before i got to decide to take a bath -- another 30-minute self-torture inside the shower. Got off, pulled on a pajama & a shirt and slipped into a pair of flipflops. My ate asked me if i wanna go out and grab churros and a few snacks. At first, i was hesitant to come because i was feeling really really off today but then, i said yes since i was craving for churros & to let myself be distracted for a while. The cab ride took a long while due to the heavy traffic on the way to eastwood. I forgot to plug my phone so while we where in the cab, my phone died while i was listening to my music. Luckily, the songs playing on the radio were good. I sat silent by the car window staring blankly at the almost empty road on the opposite side. Finally, we arrived & rushed to la lola only to find out that it was still closed. The outside tables facing crisostomo were gone. Disappointment was well painted in my face. It was the only thing i am craving for right at this moment. I ended up buying burnt peanut butter waffle since i do not have an appetite. We went on a foul-smelling 7/11 near jan's condo unit to grab milkis BUT AGAIN, it wasnt available!!!! Picasso once again painted disappointed all over my face. "What a shitty day i am having" i murmured to myself as i pulled out a bottle of a blue mogu mogu out of their damn fridge. We walked towards the benches facing the dancing water fountain and shared a few deep talks about love and relationships. There were kids running around giggling; too adorable not to stare at. I was busy watching the kids playing with their moms when a loud music played, the white lights went out and the park was filled with the reflection of the colorful lights. Everyone dropped whatever they were doing to watch the dancing water fountain. It was amazing! I watched carefully the colored lights as they dance through the music. My eyes wandered and that was when i realized that i was in the center of buildings with bright lights surrounding. Weirdly, the loud music slowly faded. The only thing that i could hear that moment was the sound of my heart, pounding uncontrollably. With that, i knew i was home.

[mingi-bubu]

Watch “Love O2O” with Me!

Episode 16

ooohh we are past the halfway point now T.T

i wonder whats going to happen over the summer break !

we are soon to find out ^^~

i have my ramen, my phone is plugged in, i have mogu mogu and no water :|

as the lovely mark lee would say, lezgeddit

oh so according to the episode summary we should be seeing wei2 get a phone soon

i mean obvioulsy the plot calls for it

but still very nice to see

so to summarize the summary weiwei is invested in weinai but scared about summer and shes working hard to get a cellphone and nai goes up against a hacker

we open in the airport or trainstation or something with nai walking back to her

wuhan is wehre shes from

no tickets for 5 days

wowowow

plane ticket for the day after tomorrow

god this is really awkward and now its even funnier bc his phone wasnt on aldkjfslkdj

hes :[

he was so excited too to have her stay any more time

since they mentioned planes specifically im gonna say shes train-ing it

oh so she just left like a shit ton of stuff in her dorm?

shes gonna miss her train

FEOREHAED KISS

nai’s lil mole on his cheekbone i

*smooch*

he wasnt even touching her arm im fuckign weak

still is a NICE fucking car im not over that bit yet

our boy got a phone call and then took the cactus out of the burberry bag

they really are flashing back to their first irl meeting huh

i still think that the framing in that scene was awkward

like i know there were nai fansites but i wonder if there were nai fansites on weibo and stuff adkjflskd

oh we’re just recapping all of their irl relationship huh

ok then

boy if that cactus falls on you its gonna hurt

AWWWW WEIWEI’S DAD!!!

hes so funny i love him

oooh he got a new car?

no avespa

where is he going to put the suitcase

well i guess that doesnt matter

hoy shit her house is nice

this is very awkward

ooohhhh its bc her mom SUCKS at cooking ok ok

oh she really do be giving her mom the puppydog eyes huh

kodak!!!

whos the other guy

its the #Squad and some other guy

oh its the rest of the staff i guess

their office is packed

and he added stuff to his personal office

i swear that that weird thing wasnt there before

he :] at the cactus awwwww

ajl;dkfasjd weiwei isnt allowed to date

but more imprtdanly he :D

shut ppppp he so cuteee

 alksdjflkadsjf;lkas HER MTOEHR CAME BACK

XIAOYANG IM SICKK

SHE REALLY USED HER LIL TUTOR BUDDY AS AN EXUSE

I NEED TO TALK TO YOU WHEN IM STUCK ON A PROBLEM I LOVE IT

SHES REALLY SAYING SHE DOESNT WANT TO TUTOR THIS KID

GET A JOB AKJFALSKJD

her mom really took her whole ass scholarship money away

HE SAVE HER HOME NUMBER AS MOTHER IN LAW’S HOUSE I HATE IT HERE

how to be that fucking confident

september loks so good hhhh

the demo is set for sept 20 and theyre going up against yiran’s uncle

he really is having kodak have a mental breakdown

lksdflskajf

kodak got a new haircut too!

jiayou!!!

ok we meet the kid weiwei’s tutoring over the summer

what are they doing???

trig??

its rainy in wuhan

this like 10 year old has an apple watch wthat the fuck

it is a NICE house she just left

she really do be doing the most

their faucet is fucked up a lil bit

oh so she can game now

understood

is anyone on?

oh he is

she said as she sneezes

im dead

shes really doing asmr for him rn im sick

he looks good in plain tshirts

he really said i cant blame your mother

they really are sponsered by the yakult brand

washing vegetables is much easier than doing dishes what the fuck

hes jasdlfkas

you didnt mute yourself so tecnically he iddnt eavestrop

phothesohafj

only beansprouts like the dark

DAMN SHE BRAZEN NOW

HE :D

:))))

CUTEEEE

oooh tinie game design i love it

they sound like dogs

sweetie theyre animations

she really just vented to the animations

if you dont mute it its meaningless babe

shes sneaking around on the phone???

also they sure do have a lot of fish

whats supposed to happen if he cant pay??

like

bruh

you didnt think this thru all the way i think

i guess he did have money

he had to borrow money ajflaksdj

god hes pretty in that shot

i want rice with beef

i say as i eat my spicey ramen

these people are too skinny

especially wei2

her room is cool

she has a giant stuffed fox? on her bed

she really do being asking about the drama

me too tho

she sleep and he work

he bring the cactus everyweher with him

she wake

she has an alcove in her window???  god i wish that were me

oh they look at the night sky at the same time

dorky

and back to the office

they put fish in an old monitor

one of the benches is a keyboraad???

omg

kodak have juice

ew that was

gross

why is he sleping at the office?

i have many questiotn

oh no something happened

oh he napped

his wallpaper is changed

kodak got hacked

and he cant change it back no matter what

hmmmm

did he just hard reset it

looks like

nai will be alerteed as soon as

OH MY GOD

IS IT HIM

OH MY GOOOODDDD

OH MY GOD

IM SHOOK

ITS CHEF BOY

DAMN

I

HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU MEAN NO HARM BUT HACK THEM ANWAYS

sdlkfsjd;l

he really stay on this whole goddess thing huh

oh theyre gona

elbow batches

they hacked the camera

oh my god???

its the end of the episode wht the FUCK

ughhhh

afl;kjas im upset

also september has elbow patches i got distracted a bit im sorry

thats all for this episode

unfortunately

thank you for reading!!!

stay safe and stay healthy <333