#and then the day after that i need to go 2 my parents house bcos ill b out of ritalin and i left the rest there

[dullahandyke]

life is so good and awesome peace and love on planet earth

[wizkiddx]

ruining the plan isn't always so bad

you can tell whenever I have really important things to be doing in my life - bcos instead I will spend hours writing for no apparent reason ah kmn ;///

tomhollandxreader - pure fluffffff

Summary: tried to base off when Dom and Sam surprised Tom shooting a couple of years back- but this time they got Y/n with them too

(I don't own the pic nor claim to ...idk how to do this crediting bit sorry :/)

The plan was in place. Tom was really struggling with homesickness on set of his newest film. No real reason why; just long hours, living out of a hotel room, half the world away from ‘home’. Harry was always flying out to join Tom as his ‘assistant’ however after a pretty heart-wrenching phone call Tom had made to Y/n, while she was hanging around with Haz and Harry at the Holland’s house... the plans had changed somewhat. He just seemed so distant and run down, when Nikki got her turn on the  phone she instantly knew that they had to do something. Naturally then, putting her superior organising skills to good use she arranged for Dom, Sam and Y/n to accompany Harry to Atlanta; and surprise Tom there. 

The way the last minute booking happened meant that Harry, Sam and Dom were all flying out on the same flight (though Harry was in first class, while the surprise guests were in economy). Y/n, because of her university timetable, couldn’t leave till a bit later, so was on a plane 2 hours after the Hollands - it wouldn’t make that much difference and if anything would prolong the joy of the excitement for Tom. They, meaning Harry who was oddly invested in the intracacies and details, had been brainstorming different ways to do the reveal- not sure whether to just do it in the hotel when Harry would be meeting Tom anyway, or waiting and surprising him when they were out for dinner or in a bar. Eventually they’d decided it would just be easier to have Harry, Dom and Sam just meet him at the hotel- then take him out to dinner, allowing time for Y/n’s later expected time of arrival, where she would then appear at the restaurant. 

Ever since Harry had let Tom know that he’d landed (if half an hour late), Tom had been excitedly texting him back constantly. The pair had agreed that Tom would simply meet him in Harrys hotel room when he got back from set. Yet when the time came, Sam and Dom were hiding just further down the corridor- waiting in the corridor. From their hideaway a couple of metres down the way from Tom and Harry, the obvious exctiement they could hear when Tom arrived and the two reunited warmed Dom’s heart. He just loved his sons all being so close- it was perhaps what  he was most proud of as a parent. Especially after witnessing both Harrison and Y/n loose a parent, he knew if god forbid anything happened to him and Nikki - they had each others backs completely. Sam was excitedly shifting from foot to foot hearing his brothers - Dom just subtly shook his head at the endearing nervous energy, clearly Sam was impatient for his turn. The idea was Sam would knock first then Dom, so after allowing a short time of just Tom and Harry reuniting, Sam pranced down the hallway and knocked. Yet it wasn’t Tom who flung the door open to Sam as per the scheme, instead his fuzzy haired twin.

“Harry what the fuck” Sam mouthed, daring to glance over his shoulder to attempt to spot Tom - annoyed at his brother for getting in the way.

“He’s on the shitter, change of plan bring Dad in.” Harry whisper-explained, making Sam roll his eyes at Tom unintentionally ruining his own surprise, before retreating to the hallway and beckoning his dad in. Dom pulled an equally bemused face until Harry filled him and he chuckled - earning him a harsh shush from both boys as they sat on the bed, facing the toilet door.

“So why did it take you so long to get here?” Tom asked through the thin loo wall, while Harry pushed his dad to sit further over on the bed.

“Oh ermm….they had some mix up with the luggage so we” Immediately getting slapped on the leg by his twin with a piercing glare,  Harry corrected himself “I mean -I had to wait for like an hour and a half to get my suitcase. Then I think I had the worst taxi driver in the world like down country roads and all.”

“Yeh like that drive should take like 40 minutes I thought? But when you texted me saying just left” He paused as the sound of the toilet flushing and the sink turning on flooded through the room ”that must’ve been at least an hour ago”

“I guess” Harry replied, hearing the tap turn off while Sam ran his fingers through his hair yet again - an excited or nervous tick.

“So how is everyone? I tried to call Dad and Y/n today but-“ The door opened, the stream of light flooding into the main room. Tom stopped dead in his tracks, voice cutting off but mouth hanging agape, still clutching onto the doorhandle. 

“Hello son” 

Dom spoke softly as he stood up from his choreographed position on the bed. Only at his words did Tom believe this was actually reality and literally sunk to his knees at the boundary between the ensuite and bedroom. He was awash with pure emotion, mainly relief - this was the exact thing he really needed right now. His dad soon pulled him up and hugged him, Sam following close behind. Tom’s reaction was priceless, the few tears being more than enough of a tell to his family how much he had needed this. 

It was an emotional reunion, there was a hell of a lot of hugs and suddenly the 14 hour journey was so worth it to Dom and Sam. Afterwards, they just all sat together on the bed and caught up on each others lives, Tom not really wanting to speak about himself - much preferring to hear all their stories from home about his mum and grandparents and the family that live down the road. He loved the normalcy of it. 

That was until a voice grabbed the attention of the whole room and Harry inwardly and silently cursed himself - in all the excitement he’d left his phone on silent in his jacket pocket, which was hanging on the coat rack so he hadn’t even heard it vibrate.

“Harry pick up your phone!” An exasperated voice exclaiming from the hallway half caught the Hollands’ attention, their heads all spinning in unison to the wooden hotel room door. It started to jerk open as Y/n wrestled with her suitcase ”You’ve left your hotel room open you div.Anyway I’m just dropping my case in your room so please text me where to go because - ugh- because right now you could all be anywhere in Atlanta and I-” 

The conversation within the room had died- all of them watching the petite brunette fight her way past the door with a silver suitcase that seemed ridiculously large and heavy for a weeks holiday. She had pressed her phone to her ear using her right shoulder and was wearing beige tracksuits a white crop top and a black leather jacket - as she grunted in frustration at the case, yanking it unceremoniously over the threshold. Subtly, Sam looked up at Tom, seeing his brothers eyes widen in shock, whole body turned completely rigid and Sam had to smile smugly - it was actually quite cute, even if he would never admit it to their faces. Y/n only stopped speaking into the receiver when her eyes finally darted into the room - noticing she had an audience. 

“Oh.” 

She stopped herself, pressing the end call button and pocketing her phone, whilst moving into the centre of  the room. She shot an apologetic smile to Harry, knowing she’d technically ‘ruined’ his plan - though to be fair it wasn’t her fault he didn’t answer the phone; or that his flight had been delayed meaning he didn’t get Tom to the resturaunt at the agreed time. Actually she could blame it all on Harry. He just rolled his eyes back at her whilst she looked past him and onto the shellshocked face of her boyfriend. 

Not being able to hide her grin, she halted at the foot of the bed, meanwhile Tom leant forward from the headboard - his eyes not leaving her. “You gonna say hi or am I just gonna stand here?” Y/n smirked, Tom still not moving from his shellshocked stance. Slowly her smirk morphed to a concerned look, eyebrows drawn inwards, as her look darted between Dom and Tom. 

“Tom are you okay?” she tried speaking gently, but before she could push anymore he launched himself off the sofa and into her arms, Y/n barely staying upright. Then Tom started spinning her round and round all the while squeezing her as tightly as possible. Y/n squealed an ‘I love you’  into his ear , already knowing Tom wasn’t ready to talk yet- instead just pressing his face closer into her neck. After a short while Tom lowered her to the ground and pulled away enough for Y/n to see the smudged tears around his eyes. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and looked deep into his mahogany brown eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I am now” he nodded jerkily, all the while inching his lips closer to hers. Both consciously aware of half the Hollands just viewing them, their kiss was fleeting and light - but made Tom’s heart want to burst. 

“God I’ve missed your stupid face” She laughed, now her eyes filled with tears too. He let out a breathy chuckle in reply and used his thumb to wipe away a single droplet that escaped her eye.

“Missed yours more” her smile lit up the entirety of her face, such a natural glow across her face Tom shook his head slightly marvelling at her. 

“Ohhkkkayyy well I don’t really want to witness the making of nieces and nephews”

“Harry” Dom warned in a disapproving tone, even if he did have to fight back the laughter. To be quite honest he’d really enjoyed seeing his son and almost adopted daughter reunite. Both him and Nikki absolutely loved their relationship, they just went together oh so well, whilst slightly reminding them both of their younger carefree days. Harry rolled his eyes at his dad before continuing. 

“But shall we get dinner and then you can be alone all night” His eyebrows wiggled in such a manner Y/n swore she felt a little nauseous witnessing it. 

“Harry stop!” Sam interjected, elbowing Harry harshly in the side, earning him a  playful slap in return.

“Someone remind me why I’m paying the wrong twin to be my assistant?” Tom still hadn’t looked away from Y/n as he quipped a response at Harry, while Y/n was gently stroking up and down his cheeks with such a soft look in her eyes. 

“Because I rejected it” Sam smirked, making Harry yell out in anguish-

“I was second choice?!?!”

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“Honestly just go play golf with your them! I have to do uni work anyway and-“

“But I don’t want to leave you! You’ve flown here too and I missed you.” Tom moaned, pressing a kiss into her hair from her position lying on his shoulder. Having slept uninterrupted for the first time in ages, Tom wasn’t even sure he wanted to venture away from Y/n and the bed at any point that day- even if it was for golf. 

“Your dad and Sam are only staying for the weekend so make the most of it! Me and my uni work are happy here-“ Tom’s eyes once again bugged out his face, as he caught on to her slip up.

“How long are you staying?” Shit. That was another thing she’d spoiled - getting a reputation to be as bad as Tom. Harry was for sure going to kill her.

“Oh fuck sake… that was my second surprise ruined… I’ve booked a week and a half off from uni so I can look after my little baby boy”

“Y/n don’t joke with me please.” Tom sat up, forcing Y/n to too which she huffed a little at, disrupting her comfort. It had her sitting up straight so she could look him in the eye and resting her hand on his exposed abdomen, asserting her authority on him. 

“I promise! My flights home next tuesday, but I’m missing uni so I have to be boring and keep up so it’s not a real holiday but-“ 

“I love you” 

Tom smiled for Y/n could never not surprise him. University was so important to her - she was really dedicating her life to it, especially financially. So her managing to put it on hold to look after him in a time of need was testament to just how kind and caring she truly was. 

“But you need to promise to look after yourself Tom. I haven’t seen bags under your eyes quite as impressive as this before. Think of your poor make up artists!” And she was back to being her usual sarky self. 

“I feel like I should be offended?”

“Or you can learn. Now go get showered before they leave without you.” Finally ralling off his side, then pushing him forcefully so he half rolled off the side of the bed. 

“Only if you shower with me.” The biggest smirk on his face, eyes wide and gleaming with mischief - which Y/n wanted to punch off so badly. On the other hand though, his idea didn’t sound half bad- letting him drag her up too. 

5 or so hours later, Y/n had written her assignment due in for next week and had submitted it online- making her feel pretty darn put together. She knew the boys had got back from the golf, and from the WhatsApp group Tom wasn’t very happy about his performance, so he was going to be moody. After closing her laptop triumphantly she chucked it in her bag and grabbed the spare key card and roamed the corridors of the hotel to find Sam and Dom’s room - where they all where. Tom had messaged her to let her know they were filming Dom’s podcast, so she had to be stealthy in her entrance - since to the public they were still just good friends. The secret still wasn’t ‘out’ so to speak. 

They’d left the door on the latch, allowing Y/n carefully pushing it open without making any noise. Immediately the golf-related bickering met her ears, while she peeked her head round the corner of the door. The four had set up armchairs by the window, with the camera balanced on top of a table and a stack of suitcases - in order for Harry to get the ‘perfect’ shot. Silently chuckling at the precarious arrangement, Y/n slid in through the door, turning round to gently close it shut again without noise. 

As soon as Tom had seen the door opening he had jumped out of his chair, walking up to Y/n and wrapping his arms round her- pulling her back into his chest off camera. Whispering a silently ‘I love you’ he grinned at the girl who was now arching to look into his eyes. She mirrored his sentiments, placing a bottle of water in his hand while pushing him back into frame. 

In reality, the whole of this podcast Tom had been attempting to summon energy in his body that was just not present. Don’t be mistaken, he had thoroughly enjoyed the time with his dad and brothers- but simply he only had today and tomorrow off filming for another 2 weeks, and the plan had been to stay as close to his bed as possible before the surprise happened. In all honestly, he caught his eyes drooping numerous times while they were filming the podcast- feeling safe in the surrounding of his family, the exhaustion was finally catching up to him. 

Y/n spent the rest of their podcast hidden behind the camera, doing some extra research on Sam’s double bed - yet sometimes having to stifle a chuckle at the boys filming. It was perhaps another 25/ 30 minutes before they finished, during which there was a hell of a lot of spoilers that they only realised too late could not be included. She really really did try to focus on her work, yet instead she found her eyes being drawn to her boyfriend. He still looked shattered. All she really wanted to do was wrap him in a thick duvet and cuddle into his side. She even promised herself to only find his occasional snores endearing tonight, which was something she often struggled with normally.

So when the camera was clicked off, Y/n spent a short amount of time chatting with all the Hollands, before suggesting they went to their own respective rooms before dinner. Unconsciously, when Y/n had suggested it, out of pure relief, Tom leaned almost all his weight against her side - anchored by the strong clasp on her hand. Of course, Y/n noticed and practically pulled Tom down the hallway without saying a word. Only when she let go of the door of their room, allowing it to close with a small slam, did she speak her mind.

“You shower, I’m getting room service then movies in bed… no arguments Holland.” He stared at her ,mouth agape, a little taken aback by her assertiveness, typically the opposite of Y/n. 

“I feel like you’ve just been inside all day, let me-“

“Nope. Nope. My holiday this is what I want… now shoo” She smirked, pushing him toward the ensuite door. Tom knew he did not have a choice in the matter, and even if he could possibly have some sort of influence- he was way too tired to argue.

Barely 15 minutes later, the two were wrapped cosily in the crisp white bedsheets, Tom with a small glass of a negroni cocktail and Y/n with her lime soda. Both were semi-reclined in a mound of pillows, yet Tom felt the need to also lean on her chest slightly. The familiarity of Y/n’s favourite movie ‘sunshine on leith’ playing on the screen, meant that within the first 10 minutes Tom was no longer alert. The smell of her perfume and the warmth of the duvet lulled him into a much needed slumber, making Y/n have to save the half-drunk negroni from spilling across the bedsheets as his grip relaxed. She just nestled in to the pillows further, a satisfied small grin dancing on her lips as she looked ahead at the TV, reducing the volume a little.

“Tom?…..Y/n?… Is anyone home?” A familiar voice sucked Y/n out from the next film ‘the greatest showman’, making her jump a little. Recognising it to be Dom instantly, Y/n had a mini argument in her head - whether to risk disturbing Tom by wriggling out from under him; or to call out instead, granting Dom independent entrance to the hotel room. It was possibly a bit of a weird position for her unofficial father-in-law to see his son and his girlfriend in, but she cared more right now about Tom resting than Dom’s opinions. 

“Dom…. come in… it’s open I think.” Desperately trying to get the volume right - enough so Dom could hear, but not so much as to wake Tom she called out, craning her neck toward the door. Luckily almost immediately Dom let himself in, and quizzically walked in seeing Y/n in bed.

“Sorry… it’s just I didn’t want to disturb him” Nodding in understanding, Dom inspected the state of his grown up, yet childlike son, asleep on her shoulder. 

“No no… he needs it. He always works himself raw for jobs but this…”

“It’s impressive even for him.” Y/n agreed, Dom noticing her unconscious stroking of his sons arm, soothing Tom as he slept. 

“Well me and the boys were trying to phone you both because we are going for dinner-“

“Ah sorry my phones in my bag”

“No no it’s fine… just it looks like Tom could do with an extra hour or so.” Dom motioned again to the slumbering figure with his trademark small grin, finding the whole situation entirely heartwarming.

“I was planning on waking him up so we could all go to the pub this evening… but yeh skipping the dinner might be a plan. I know it’s your last night and all but-“

“-Don’t apologise Y/n. I’m glad you’re looking after the kid.”  Y/n just smiled slightly, a small blush glowing from her cheeks. “I’ll um….leave you in peace… so maybe 9 o’clock? That gives you both 3 and a bit hours.”

“Sounds good!”Still speaking softly, Y/n freed one of her hands from the duvet and gave Dom a little wave as he exited the room giving a nod to her as the door closed. 

It was a sign of the times. Dom used to be Tom’s go to whenever he was tires, frazzled or fed up. But now he had been superseded by a far superior option. A kind, beautiful, intellectual choice - that Dom would graciously accept defeat to. 

He was awfully glad Tom had Y/n in his corner. And he was awfully glad he had found a surrogate  daughter in Y/n too. 

[missguomeiyun]

Homecookings [Oct. ed]

Welcome to month #8 (the 8th post) in this Homecooking series of posts ^^

Bcos I’m not going out to eat now, my blog has obviously taken a new direction. It actually worked out really well for me!

Why?

Bcos for a while, I was thinking about what I wanted to do differently on here - just to switch it up a little. These homecookings posts have been a good way for me to document what I’ve been eating. I’d be interesting to see how my cooking has changed over time :P

For the 1st half of October, I was still on home-cation so I tried to utilize my time to make things I can’t bring to work; namely noodle dishes.

I used the Korean guksu noodles here. I put the noodles on a bed of veggies, then on top, I stir-fried up some pork & an egg. The sauce = kimchi juice & gochujang.

Same guksu noodles, with iceberg lettuce, mini wntons, & fish tofu. I used a canned chicken broth for my soup base, then topped it with some coarse sea salt, white pepper & kimchi juice. I recently opened a jar of store-bought kimchi & it is very rich in ‘juice’; hence I’ve been scooping some onto my noodle soups as a spicy flavouring.

Beef pancake (yook-jeon) on noodles with a beef broth. Flavouring include: gochujang, coarse sea salt, & perilla seed powder. The broth was made using the beef essence powder purchased from H-mart.

Made radish kimchi~ It’s been a while haha

From right to left: my kind of spicy (that my parents probably can’t handle or prefer not to eat); not spicy (just vinegar + sugar); semi spicy. Instead of putting fish sauce in the semi spicy one, I used the salted shrimp sauce instead.

Mapo tofu. I really like mapo tofu; there’s just something really home-y about it haha I can’t say I’m a whiz at making this but I’ve used different sauces for this, & my fav is satay sauce + white ground pepper (plus some salt, of course). It doesn’t even sound like it’d be a good combo... satay sauce & white ground pepper. But I love the extra kick the white pepper offers :P shockingly, Chinese black bean sauce is also not bad.

There were some leftover mapo tofu from the ‘previous’ evening, so I made this for lunch the next day. I don’t normally have rice for lunch at home, but my parents eat rice sometimes, so I got my mom to cook me a small portion too. Then I made some basa fillet + bell pepper stir-fry, & bokchoy + seaweed in miso soup.

Leftover salmon kimchi jjigae (with corn!!!); rice with 2 seaweed rolls, & my homemade radish kimchi.

*honest review of the radish kimchi*

The cube ones were my original recipe, where I used a good amount of chili powder (so it’s spicy) & some fish sauce. Turned out the way I had expected :P the rectangular one was made the same day, but instead of fish sauce, I used the Korean salted shrimp sauce (without fish sauce) & less chili powder. After the same number of fermentation days, the rectangular one was more fermented - more salty, softer, & not that spicy. It was honestly just salty. The cube one was more crunchy & spicier, like usual. Personally, I prefer the cube one more. The saltiness of the rectangular one is likely due to overshooting of the shrimp sauce.. . Although some ppl may like it extra salty, I’m really meh about it. However, the longer it sits/ferments, the saltier it will get, so I’m thinking of using it in soups or something.

Fish cake + cabbage with flat rice noodles. (Reminder that I needed to eat as much noodle soups as possible bcos I can’t eat these when I’m at work lol)

Vacation breakfast :D

Vacation lunch :D

The following few pics are from my family’s Thanksgiving dinner:

1) Homemade artisan bread by my sister-in-law.

2) Salmon lasagna in cream sauce.

3) Stuffing mixed with wild rice; beef + long beans stir-fry

4) Baked chicken (bcos we prefer chicken over turkey)

Leftover bread for breakfast with coffee. This was the mixed herbs loaf (the other one was walnut cranberry).

About a month ago, my brother purchased a Nespresso machine. These were the 4 flavours of pods that accompanied the machine. The vanilla custard one sucked.......... it was so nasty! We typically don’t throw away stuff, but we did. The best flavour of the remaining 3 was the Fortado, then double espresso. The machine is now actually gone (returned to store). It wasn’t very good in multiple aspects & simply not worth the money. We weren’t satisfied with the outcome, & altogether, it wasn’t a good purchase. So anyway, I am unsure if I ever want one of these machines, if they’re all about the same *shrugs* What is your opinion on various models of Nespresso machines?

This, on the other hand, was much more satisfying. I finished this can... gotta buy more of this. You know iced Vietnamese coffee at restaurants? They use this coffee! It is available at Lucky 97 Supermarket =p

Steamed napa cabbage wrapped tofu~

Udon + beef with black bean sauce (aka jjajang-udon with beef)

Sorry I’m a little late for this October post... it’s Nov 2nd already... CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! The past week was a little hectic, to say the least. But it’s done! Halloween was sad this yr.. . my 2 nieces dressed up at my house & that was it, no trick-or-treating, obviously. I hope things will clear up next yr >.< I miss Korea. SO MUCH.

[vampirekriztian-gotha-blog]

Hiya folks!<3 so here’s a bio on Kriztian down under the “read more” and y’knw the drill, u can either hmu or like this intro post if you wanna plot connections or anything with him! <33 (pls do as i would love lots of connections for him as well!:)) )

ok so he’s from the old Gotha royal family in germany as u can digest from his url, and he’s the oldest sibling i think (for now ).  Despite him being older than Victoria (the current queen) he never ever wanted the throne/ become king and his stubborn refusal to become the heir for the throne was very strong when he was young due to his younger personality who didnt want the vry heavy and very difficult responsiblities of a king.

ok so back when he was younger, before he turned 500 XD, he was actually a very care-free, v happy, very playful,  vry  active, a bit of fun-loving,  full of life, and def couldn't care less about his royal duties/responsibilities kind of guy.  He loved to gallivant about hvaing fun and seeking adventures and often would shirk his royal duties/responsibilities, and never took his royal lessons seriously except for the lessons/subjects he was interested in. He was also at that time, very flirtatious, pretty romantic and a very charming playboy. He also didnt really care much about his attire at that time, preferring simple and easy to wear clothing instead of elegant and finely -made garments and stuff.  He was very skilled at sports hence  he naturally took to his fighting as a vampire lessons very well and easily, thus paving the way to become one of the most top skilled vampire fighters around. (but all he’s fighting is mostly to defend himself or people as he hates the thought of murdering people for fun) And so, bcos he wanted to get out of ever inheriting the throne and instead would rather his next sibling have it, he rebelled against his heir duties a few times, tried his dammnest to prove he  wasn't worthy of the crown to his parents and openly refused his parents to become heir to the throne whenever they tried to talk or convince him. So his exasperated parents eventually gave up and let Victoria, their 2nd child be the crown princess instead, to which Kriztian happily & quickly stepped down as heir when they finally made that decision.

When he was 500 yrs old, he met a  human girl and soon fell deeply and madly in love with her. They got married and he was blissfully happy with his wife and it was actually her who got him to change his ways and become a more serious, matured, and responsible person thus he began to take his royal duties properly and seriously since then. He settled down and eventually became less of an adventure& thrill-seeker, content with his current life. And when his wife eventually became pregnant, he was beyond ecstatic and both of them became very excited and so eager to meet their child.

However his whole world came crashing down when his wife became deathly ill due to a fatal disease during the last trimester of her pregnancy and desperate Kriztian searched the whole country for a way to cure her, any way, even magical ways.

he finally met a witch who claimed she could magically save his wife and baby from death if he paid her an extravagant sum of gold in return. HIghly desperate and not thinking clearly, he agreed and paid her instantly and she chanted some sort of spell and did some magical ritual. however, was actually very sadly conned by a selfish and greedy witch, as poor Kriztian then watched the whole terrible process of his beloved human wife dying because of the disease and also due to a very difficult childbirth process. His baby also eventually came out as a stillborn.

  Kriztian then almost grew mad with grief and was completely wrecked, suffering hard in the aftermath of their deaths. He made a complete wreckage of their large home , destroying almost everything in the house , and firing all his staff. he isolated himself in the house, refused to come out for weeks on end, and only a few of his closest family members were permitted to enter to see him. he then even tried to starve himself whenever his family tried to send bags of blood for him to eat in hopes that he could wile away to death to join his late wife and child. It wasn;t till one day, one of his siblings found him in the early process of standing at the wide open sunny windows of his hallway with his daylight ring thrown away, trying to burn himself to death. Thankfully due to his age and strength of his powers he would take about 25-30 mins to eventually be fully incinerated and die , so his sibling was only about 10 mins into kriztian’s suicide  process and managed to save that stupid fool.

Enough was enough. His whole family grouped together on him with his closest friends and determinedly had an intervention with him. After days of endless ways to get thru to him, they finally made a breakthrough, knock some sense into him and made him see the light a little bit, thanks to (1 or 2 siblings and his best friend) he was then strongly told & encourages to   travel far away to help get over his grief and hopefully his late wife. He then did so and travelled far and wide around the world for about a 150 years or so. And slowly he did manage to overcome his grief and heal from the loss but he could never let go for his  love of his late wife so till this day his still holding back a small piece of her in his heart, thus blocking him frm ever wanting to pursue any romantic relationships at all till now. To him, she was his only one and true love for his whole lifetime (tho im hoping that his eventual new bride will eventually change all of that XD)

It was thru his travels that he accumulated more years of combative experience that further  helped shaped him to one of the strongest, extremely quick-thinking and highly skilled fighter vampires around. And like i said earlier, he never killed or seriously wounded any being for pleasure. He only fought or killed when it was absolutely necessary, in which most cases were situations where he had to defend himself or protect others, or save humans or even to help his few closest friends defend their home.

he also met another witch who used him to get her revenge on his family for some accidental wrong they did to a relative of hers in the past. She’s the one who caused the many fading scars on his body u can see now. Thus, it was due to his 2 very bad experiences with witches, which stemmed his current distrust and dislike for most of their kind.

He finally returned home about 100 plus years ago and came back wiser and less troubled. he then resumed his princely duties very seriously in honor of his late wife who he knew would have wanted him to live his life responsibly. And his current great attention to being elegantly and finely dressed as well as being super neat and organized is also of her influence somewhat when she was living XD

Thus his current personality now is of he’s very responsible, serious for most of the time, distant & aloof with many people except for a few trusted longtime friends and his family ofc (due to him having a few experiences of his trust being broken during his travels  and a lil disillusioned of there being many actually honest pure beings  left). He’s  a man of a few words half the time, and when he does converse, he tries to get quickly and clearly to the point most of the time unless ur talking about something he’s interested in or like in my starter he’s irritated abt the current situation and annoyed about his precious suit getting damaged XD. he’s also pretty stoic and doesn’t really like showing much expressions or feelings. The only times you can catch him giving warm, genuine smiles & have great convos with is when he’s with family members or very close friends or with his beloved citizens and when his around kids (as they’re his weakest & softest spot currently)

he can a be a teensy bit  selfish at certain/particular times and he will only help people in distress if they genuinely need help and can’t solve the problem at all or if they’re 100 not capable of saving themselves, he cares for humans as he sees them as being quite the weaker beings in comparison to the supernaturals so those are the ones he would instantly and readily save if they r in danger. Other supernaturals it depends on various few factos hehe XD However, he’s loyal, v protective over he people he cares about, quite good-hearted and has pretty smart and quite cultured brains. and as mentioned, earlier he’s somewhat well-mannered, very neat and organized. He also can be a bit grumpy and moody sometimes.

he was initially very reluctant and refused to go thru the arranged marriage plan. However, he eventually relented for the sake of peace and political alliance. He’s still not really looking forward to it tho tho he has finally readied himself to treat his fiancee with respect and be cordial towards her and try to get along with her cos he has no time for conflicts. Oh and also protect her from harm as he currently sees her as vulnerable being. he was actually relieved to find out that he was being matched with a human cos witches (big no-no), vampires and hybrids(they would live forever and he would be stuck in this “marriage” for his whole long lifetime) and werewolves ok but he found that female werewolves which he encountered in the past, tend to get possessive due to their carnal  wolf side and he had no intention of being with a werewolf wife when they were in heat XD. That’s cos he secretly has  NO INTENTION AT ALL OF BEDDING HIS WIFE PERIOD. he doesn’t want to risk the chance of getting her pregnant as he is still afraid of her potentially dying at a gruesome childbirth. So his plans for his marriage is for them to be if possible, distant, agreeable partners as he isn’t planning on opening his heart & falling in love ever again  or to get too attached by becoming vry caring and super best friends, they can be friends if she wishes but only to a certain degree. So he’s planning on keeping her at arm’s length till she dies of old age or unfortunate sickness.  (BUT OFC WICKED OLD ME, HAS LOTSA PLANS FOR HIS CHARA DEVELOPMENT, SO MOST OF HIS NEGATIVE VIEWS, TRAITS AND PLANS WILL HOPEFULLY CHANGE DOWN THE ROAD, hehe)

I APOLOGIZE IF ANY OF U HAD TO SUFFER READING THRU THIS LONG-ASS BIO AS I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND I TEND TO BE A LITTLE BIT FLOWERY, VERY DESCRIPTIVE, AND KINDA DETAILED & LONG-WINDED IN MY WRITING. KUDOS AND ALL MY ETERNAL LOVE TO ALL WHO READ THIS TILL THE END<3 < 3 ;D

[hoesuccin-blog]

BTS Equestrian!AU : J-Hope

brunette!hoseok for literally No Other Reason than my thirsty ass @me smh,,,

the showjumper of the team!! altho he’s p good at flatwork he jsut.. .r eal ly loves jumping u kn o,,

consider this : jung hoseok, in form-fitting maroony brown shadbelly + cream jodhpurs w polished black knee-high boots, sitting astride a Very Beautiful Creature and looking like the prince he truly is,,

lmao i'd love to sit astride a very beautiful creature in this scenario and it isnt the horse :^)))))

anyway!! back to the not so gay part of this !!

hobi was one of the first boys to start riding, not as young as seokjin + taehyung but not as old as yoongi?

he first rode a horse on his 7th birthday when his family hired out a pony party (u kno when u can hire a horse for kid parties n they come to u and u have a bunch of screaming kids around fluffy ponies?? thats the one) and he was absolutely McLoving It™

so after that experience he kept begging his parents to let him take lessons at this riding stable run by an old lady and her niece

originally his parents thought he just wanted to get close to the niece but lmao nah he Gay With A Capital G™

so he ended up riding there on an off-track thoroughbred/ottb gelding for the next couple of years before he had to move away

his dad got a job opportunity in seoul so they moved away when he was 13? and he just recently started up riding again but b oy its all come back 2 him Real Quick

so most of them live in the seoul outskirts right? in the countryside?? if seoul even has that???

(idk im basing it on christchurch bcos ive Never been outta the country lmao)

and he ends up buying a house a few blocks away from seokjins paddocks (his house is right by one of the back paddocks in his property) and one day he spots him out riding? so hes like "yeah i wanna do that again" and seokjins like "well shit theres a riding school down the road from me" and hobis like "damn whats the number lemme go check it out"

well i mean .probably not like that but idk just roll w it

s O ANYWAY at this point hes like 19 + just moved out idk if i said that but there u go

so hoseok goes down to check out this riding school and guess what!! his group instructor just so happens to be the hot boy from the paddock!! what a strange happenstance!!!

and they just hit it off immediately u kno?? hobi goes to him if hes having any problems + seokjin is Always Happy 2 Help™

anyway hobi gets put on a tobiano clydie/thoroughbred x at first and they hit it off Immediately

and eventually hoseok just ends up buying his own horse & having seokjin tutor him

so he goes out right .and he ends up buying a 16.2hh chestnut oldenburg mare who ends up still being pretty green??

so seokjin takes a look and immediately directs him to yoongi for training and they eventually bond over the dumb shit their horses do

but bcos hobi only has a couple small(er) paddocks that still need conditioning he eventually agrees to seokjin nagging him that ofc you can board ur horse here!! jjangu gets lonely!!!

it takes him like 2 weeks to finally decide what to name her bcos he doesnt want her to have anything but the perfect name?? but eventually he decides on Sheza Keeper as her stable name and everyone is quietly wondering were you drunk when u made this decision ?

but sheza actually turns out to be exactly a keeper and everyone is Happy

does it sound like i kno what im Doing bcos i actually dont lmao

[pomegranctes]

u could stop at 5 or 6 stores... or jus 1

vesper ophelia reeve !

this is vesper my mc’freakin BABY.......

hayley law fc whom is not a tragic ass shit full of teenage angst despite that bein my speciality bcos i lov torturing my chars xDD

was raised by two hippie, nirvana searching, lush loving moms who cherished and loved vesper after finding her abandoned in a stroller at stanley park </3

despite being adopted and left on a huge fricken island she really doesn’t feel any resentment towards her birth parents ? she jus p much feels indifferent like isn’t in any rush to meet them and is jus content with where she is rn so don’t count on any philo soul searching

so like i said her moms were hella hippie and vegan and socialist and true believers in becoming one with the world, saving it, etc like they were jus super passionate bout making everything a better place and after adopting vesper that need only intensified as they wanted the best for their lil girl<3

like her parents, she grew up super healthy and earth loving and all-in-all an advocate for peace on earth and all this

it was NAWT easy to make friends tho bcos she was always the weird girl who only ever had thrift shop clothes ( before it became a #trend and was jus a sign of how broke u were xDD ) and never wore makeup but being the toughie she is, she stuck through it without complaint

she still shops at the thrift store tho bcos capitalism

attempted to have a rebellious teen stage after watching thirteen and took up smoking, ate some meat, pierced her nose, and did all this stupid stuff to fit in with everybody else but knew it wasn’t her crowd so she gave that up pretty quick and chalked it up to a learning experience

after graduating, with a heavy heart she said good bye to her moms and took off her london to study environmental law and she says it’s to save the bees and all this and convinces herself that’s why but she’s got an ulterior motive which p much just to have a mc’blast in london but her whole “i am above insouciance, all for the greater good, etc” mindset makes her feel almost guilty about it

since being in london tho she’s seen some things, learned some things, is p much now realizing that wanting to have fun for herself without the whole vegan guilt catching up to her isn’t that bad??? she knows that u gotta put urself first huns Xx

has a bubbly and approachable exterior but lowkey inside she still gets self conches about being the weird girl and will have these bouts where she doubts every fricken friendship she’s ever had

loves trying new things all the time and even if that restaurant you ate at last week gave you the shits but the food was good she’ll take the risk of food poisoning just to have that experience

is hella quirky but not in a bella thorne licking gregg skulkin way more in a hippie who listens to the weirdest music and loves orange pulp

works as a radio host for imperial college where she talks philosophy, feminism, and plays indie rock trash

leeder matheus sousa !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU13Ql0HRJc

i was not memeing around when i said that i was gonna make a rudy cult leader muse after watching that vid

his name is leeder but prefers people calling him leeds bcos even he can see the disgustign pun

grew up in vegas to some major gambling parents who ran off to sin city for a good time but got caught up in the fancy lights and found that they jus couldn’t leave ? eventually got knocked up and had leeder and would you know it, he was named after a slot machine

his life fluctuated from dinners at upscale restaurants to panhandling outside a casino and p much grew up having to take care of himself all the time what with his parents gone all the fricken time wasting their money

he tried confronting them about it once but things got out of hand too quickly and he ran away from home for a week but his parents hardly noticed his absence the times that they were home and just figured he was in his room or at a friend’s

at 15 he knew he had no savings or anything, he figured as much with his parents, so ever since his first job he started saving up whatever money he could in some last ditch self preservation

at 17 now he runs away just to see what would happen and he isn’t that shocked when there’s no milk carton portraits and no breaking news stories about a missing kid in vegas but some small part of him still held out that hope and was resentful for it

that stunt hella shaped him and hardened him and ever since then, he grew up bitter and spiteful and is p much hella self preserved and will almost always do whatever is best for himself even if other peepz are collateral

so anyway at 22 he basically formed his own cult :P he would scout and pick up these lost runaways and tell them all about “finding themselves” and all this load of bs and got them to believe they were leaving behind their old messy lives in favour of a sort of paradise which was p much just them being high off their minds a good amount of the time and strumming some shit music around a bonfire while they slept in tents outside his own decked out bungalo

so yea he got this cult going and on the low was dealing w some hella drugs and trafficking p much anything and everything and then disater strikes, shit hits the fan, there’s people after him, the whole lot which drove him to leave the country and come to london, hence why he’s here now :P

he still got some connections so he used those and got back into the whole drug thing and is now jus trynna find some new recruits to join his cult ( plot idea mayhaps :P )

hudson kirk schrader !

nickname is schrader but feel free 2 call him hudson, he jus goes w the flow :P

honestly been watching too much fricken workaholics

he’s deadass 100% blake and so catch me copying and pasting his bio

a hella burnout who faked some bullshit illness he searched up on wikipedia and got a medical marijuana lisence for it. how he pulled it off exactly is still unknown, even to himself ( believe it or not, he was high when he did it )

grew up in rancho cucamonga his whole life and the only time he saw outside of it was the one roadtrip he took to los angeles but he surprisingly hated it and he says its bcos the city is too big but he knows it’s bcos some guy he met at the beach called his sandals ugly and people laughed

his parents divorced when he was like 9 so he’s got two younger half siblings but he only sees them like once a month. he doesn’t mind though, they’re all p close and there’s not some family vendetta or anything lolz his parents still get along and all that

despite being stuck there though, he made the most of his small city life and grew up with a positive outlook on everything like u really cannot catch him thinking the glass is half empty

lives for the weekends. only works as a telemarketer/salesperson and yea it’s a shit job with no time off and a poor salary but does he care ? as long as it’s enough to keep living, he’s content

diet p much consists of cheap beer and delivery pizza. ihop breakfasts when he’s feeling rich or p much jus craving pancakes at 3am

took a stripper class one time for the sicc experience but he tells everyone it was to look at half naked peepz

can and will shove an entire party platter of sliced salamis that fell on the floor into his mouth if it means he’ll make some money off of it, even if it’s only $5 bcos hey, that can at least cover his tab at the bowling alley

he's the guy at the party who makes a massive cheese and cracker sandwich called the eliminator

enjoys pitting people against each other but not in a shit ass annoying naslund way or a devil reincarnate lourdes way more in a “hey what’ll happen if i do this” knowing dam well what will happen but going for it anyways

strange personality makes him interesting and fun 2 hang with but also a lil bit misunderstood bcos he jus trynna b himself </3

is a good friend who’s willing to take risks and try new things and he’ll trick u into joining him for a night you’ll never forget mostly bcos of the tattoo and the scar and the croatian wife u now have

a weirdo w self confidence who can pick up on that rude thing u said about his mom but spends too long thinking of a slick comeback and by the time he figures it out the conversation has already taken four different turns

understands human psyche and knows that u lose a woman when u forget 2 cherish her but honestly he’s always there if u need a pal to lean on and he will do anything in his power 2 make sure ur okay

spends his off time people watching on top of his house. deadass has got lawn chairs, a cooler, and everything set up on there and even after breaking his collorbone when he fell off, he refuses to listen to the safety concerns of his neighbours and p much the general public

truly has no story for how he got to london, jus decided to pick up and leave one day and is p much living the same life he lived in america but different setting :P

[orderuponthe99prettygrimmdiaries]

What you see isn’t always the truth. Open your fucking eyes and minds 👀

And just like that, CNY is almost over. It’s already the 10th day now. 

Speaking of CNY, did a little more visiting yesterday #livinginabigfam well supposed to go to 2 houses, but we missed one. And remember the first day, i wrote a post, saying that I believe that day would determine the rest of the year? I guess it’s starting already. 

Yesterday was kinda trash tbh. #5 as usual pissing me off and nagging me at shit, and being a rude piece of shit to my mom (and dad). Yeah, I guess what he said was somewhat the truth. Wait, no, scratch that. Half truth. He doesn’t fucking know what’s happening, only what he sees. So seriously, sometimes he needs to shut his big fat mouth and just be quiet. 

Basically what happened was that my mom missed out on a lame message they posted in their dumb group chat, and she said she was busy. Every one started saying that’s an excuse. BUT EXCUUUUSE YOU. She works hard. She works, then still comes back to make dinner, and ofc after that long day, she’d be tired and fall asleep. I mean, she always falls asleep while watching TV. (And yeah, I really need to appreciate this more, cos it seriously means the world to get to eat home cooked meals almost every day. I agree, me, my dad, we both need to appreciate this fact more.) 

Then this went to those ignorant fools saying my dad is useless. They didn’t say it straight, but they sure said it indirectly. And #5 had to make shit worse. Not even gonna repeat whatever the fuck he said. Sure, I admit that my dad can’t cook. So what? He still helps with chores. He waters the plants and washes the balcony every day, he cleans the toilet, he washes the dishes. HOW THE FUCK IS THIS USELESS YOU TELL ME. 

Honestly, I’m pretty sure why those ignorant fucks think this way is kinda bcos of my mom. She likes to complain that none of us help with chores. Sure, we don’t do much, but we do help out. We help out at times when she’s out at work, and she just assumes we don’t do shit. She just complains to her fam, complaining and venting, not realizing that this snowballs into shit and makes them have the wrong impression of my dad and me. Tbh, don’t really care wtf they think of me. 

I’ve already vented this to my friend last night. Unexpectedly. I was pissed, but I wasn’t really thinking about telling anyone. But really, someday I wish I could tell them all straight in their faces that what they see isn’t the fucking truth. Sometimes they need to realize that not every fucking thing they see is the fucking truth. Jfc. Ugh. Part of me wishes to be like my cuz and swear off every thing to do with this fam. Ignorant fucks. 

I actually had a decent convo with #5 during CNY. We were talking about cooking and stuff. It was finally great cos he wasn’t nagging at me. Not about chores, not about boys. Just a normal convo. But there he goes, back to his fucking annoying self. Not only that, I noticed he nagged at my cuz for wearing a spag strap top. He said she shouldn’t wear it cos she “isn’t fleshy enough”, and whatever he said after was just horribly disturbing and weird to hear an uncle say to a niece. Ew. And yesterday, he nagged his daughter about wearing shorts too much. I understand that they are traditional, but seriously, keep up with the times man. 

Gosh, I have so much pent up rage against the whole lot of them. I mean I even dream of me yelling at them sometimes. Seriously, if I could, I would have done it yesterday. Just yell at them to stop being ignorant fools and then walk away. 

Okay, rant over. 

I actually got to spend quite a lot of time with my parents the past week cos my mom didn’t had to go back to work, and my dad took a break on Friday too. We went to this event thingy together. It was dumb at first cos we were all kinda yelling at each other and it was all tense, but it got better. We were trapped in the rain, and then we had dinner together. I really loved it. I miss spending time together as family. Sometimes I feel like I rarely spend enough time with both of them together. Its usually one or the other, so I really love and appreciate such moments. 

Anyways, I’m so happy that I managed to finish 2 books so far. Found a new fave author too! Almost halfway thru my 3rd book too hehe. So proud. Really excited for the 13 Reasons Why series since I just finished the book, and two others that I’m starting on since they are being made into shows too. 

So I guess.. that’s it for now. Learning to be more appreciative of my parents, especially my mom, and to block out ignorant fools, and to just appreciate moments in life more. 

Xx

[wizkiddx]

...surprise

um okay so here I am trying angst again. this is kind of intended to be open ended bcos might have a part two at some point. im also lazy and has a few time jumps. also if someone could pls explain if you just get pics for the top of these off internet or credit on like gifs or something that’d be appreciated.

Summary: Tom comes home and everything is most definitely not the way he left, nor is it healthy

Warnings: please read with caution esp relationship with food / weightloss, but just generally a person in a bad bad head space, lots of self blame - then next parts will carry different warnings too

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Tom had been away for months. Months and months away from his girlfriend, separated entirely by his filming locations in Europe and America; while you were busy slowly and steadily climbing the ranks of your law firm. Being an intense period for the pair, you hadn’t managed to see each other in 2 and a half months.  Of course, both go you were used to this - 3 years deep into a relationship between an actor and a wanna-be lawyer- this was the name of the game.

But honestly? You both just kept falling deeper and deeper, making the separation harder to deal with - rather than getting used to it as one might hope.

That's why Tom felt such an incredibly overwhelming wave of relief as he dumped his bags just outside his front door. Even though he was exhausted from the travelling, just the mere act of finally phishing out his housekeys brought a massive grin to his face - caused particularly by the sight of his tacky little keyring from a Moroccan market that you’d bought him. That had been your first holiday. There’s that old saying that before you move in with someone go on holiday first - Tom understood it to mean you supposedly see all the bad and ugly stuff people can hide from each other, a prewiring before committing to living in the same space. However that holiday all he’d learned was incredible you are to him. To his dying day, Tom will never forget the moment he looked over to his left when the two of you were on this night time stargaze in the depth of the Moroccan desert. Y/n had never seen stars like it, the skies so incredibly clear and lit up with an array of magical blues and purples and whites on its sark background. The sight, for no unexplainable reason, had you completely opening up to Tom about things she’d never told a single soul. And in that moment he’d had this sort of realisation. Not about how much he loved her - because that is just the cliche thing everyone says… and also just wasn’t true.

In that moment he’d rather realised the potential. The sort of ‘I’m not there yet but I know you could become the centre of my universe’. The sort of ‘I’m not ready to say this yet, but I want to spend my life with you’. The sort of ‘at some point in my life I’m not sure my heart will be able to beat without yours’.

He still hadn’t quite got to explicitly saying all that yet, by asking you for the ultimate commitment. But he planned to now he was coming back to you.

Even with the chill of the early evening winter air, Tom was almost ecstatic as he unlocked the door and let himself in. He hadn’t told you that he was coming home, you thought he had another two weeks on the job, but Tom was a bit of an old romantic - he loved seeing your eyes fill with wonder as he surprised you in whatever way. Sometimes it was as simple as a note on the fridge, or a small bouquet from behind his back or as fancy as a surprise holiday.

However, this time, though it was only 6 in the evening, all the lights of their house were off making Tom raise an eyebrow as he quietly slipped off his shoes - not wanting to scare Y/n just in case.

Tom had sworn when he’d been on the phone with you the previous day, you didn’t have any plans tonight but perhaps maybe a spontaneous pub trip and been offered with work colleagues. The house felt a little cold as he padded through it, poking his head into every room just to check Y/n wasn’t there. His last port of call was the bedroom.

By this point, Tom was pretty resigned on the fact you were out and he’d maybe cook a meal for when you got back or hide about the house or something. But instead, when he poked his head around this door, he sighed in delight at the sight of a still mound under the plush white sheets. For a brief moment, Tom paused, before tiptoeing steadily round to her bedside. The light was still off but the hallway light illuminated the room enough so he could make out your soft features and the messy ball of hair that had been haphazardly thrown in a bun. Furthermore, he could also notice in the light the packet of painkillers and migraine tablets lying opened on the bedside - which made him freeze. Y/n didn’t get migraines often at all, but when she did Tom knew just how bad they could be. That explained the fact you were spark out at six o’clock, making Tom give a sympathetic smile. He crept back out the room with a little spring in his step, deciding that since he had had a long day travelling he'd grab a snack and join you. Unfortunately though, when he enthusiastically yanked the fridge open the sight was a rather depressing one. He didn’t really know what he was craving but the fridge contents were of almost no use to anyone. The place was bloody baron, apart from a tub of butter and of course his special beers that Y/n would never dare touch. With a small huff though, Tom resigned himself to some bread and butter, before getting ready for bed.

It was probably an hour later when Tom was carefully crawling under the duvet to settle in beside Y/n after the disappointing snack and maybe a solitary ‘welcome home beer’ - it would be rude not to. God was he excited to just have his girlfriend in his arms again though. So, Tom naturally reached over and powerfully yet gently pulled you back towards him - making your back flush with his as you mumbled something incoherent. Chuckling slightly at your apparent annoyance of being disturbed, Tom pressed a kiss to her temple before settling down momentarily.

But something wasn’t quite right, making Tom shuffle about a bit - ever adjusting huis grasp on your waist as he attempted to get comfy. With the migraine medications forcing you into a deep deep sleep you barely stirred and that just made the unease increase for Tom. Because you didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel right. Ever so slowly Tom started to peel back the duvet from your body from his now sitting upright position. Typically, Y/n was wearing one of his hoodies, however more concerningly it seemed to pool and collect around your frame more than normal.

Now, Y/n was never the most petite person in the world - by no means overweight, instead of beautiful curves and muscle. To Tom now though, it was as if someone had literally shrunk you - like a picture on a word document you needed to make narrower to fit the margins. Even in the dim light of the bedroom he know realised you looked pale. Honestly, Tom didn’t know how long he just sat there staring at you, until you sighed a little and pulled the duvet back up to just under your chin.

He didn’t know what to think or do. All he knew was you didn’t look well and that you hadn’t said a thing to him. Feeling so very uncomfortable within himself, Tom climbed out the bed and simultaneously grabbed his phone. He knew he had to call someone, to check that you hadn’t been ill - but then who to call? Someone that wouldn’t judge or instantly worry- your mum was completely off the cards. Also, he hadn’t even given you the chance to explain yet, so really he knew there was only a couple of options who were close enough to him too.

“Hey what’s up?” “Um nothing much, back in the UK though so-“ “Oh shit really! Kept that one quite bro” “Yeh well came back to surprise Y/n” “Oh you're soooo whipped” “Fuck off Haz, have you um… have you seen her recently anyway?” “You're asking me if I’ve seen your girl while you’ve been away?” “I’m being serious. You’re pretty much brother and sister and I’m -I’m a bit worried.” “What? You know she wouldn’t cheat especially with me” Haz’s tone turned less serious, using a goofy accent “ I know too much.” Haz still attempted to lighten the mood, this conversation very unexpected and making him grow more and more concerned himself. “Haz quit it. I’m worried she’s been ill. I’ve come in and she’s asleep with a migraine but there’s no food in the fridge and she’s skinny as hell.” “Fuck er sorry I didn’t realise. But um no she’s been cancelling on us for the past like two weeks cos like…I don’t know said she was just snowed under at the firm so” “But before then?” “No yeh she was fine. Went to the pub a couple times and she always drove so didn’t drink but nothing weird - think she wanted to keep a clear head. What are you thinking?” “I don’t know to be honest mate. She seemed fine on the phone but I swear to god she looks half the size  of what she was when I left.” “Just talk to her in the morning? She probably is just stressed if work has been mad busy.” Tom hummed in agreement, half trying to convince himself too. “Yeh yeh, sorry for bothering you.” “Oh shut up mate - I’ll see you both at your parents for the roast tomorrow? Sams got some new recipe I think, he’s been wittering on about it for days.” “Yeh we’ll be there, see you then mate.” 

After signing off to Haz, Tom placed his phone on the little table on the upstairs hallway and sighed. He knew he was being over-protective but he couldn’t help it. Y/n was always the one to care for him, in fact to care for everybody int he room and then some.

He’d get to the bottom of whatever this was tomorrow, and so the rest of the evening Tom spent rather unhappily get ready before bed yet again before climbing back in next to you.

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Tom woke before you, a combination of jet lag and the worry in the pit of his stomach meaning he stirred awake first. Instinctively he pulled you closer and nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck as he slowly began to wake up properly - shrugging off the grogginess. Tom was still really excited for you to realise he was back, predicting you  to excitedly hug him ever so tight and then spend the morning between the sheets. He knew you found the distance tough, especially when all your closest friends were coupled off, it meant you just didn’t have ‘your person’. It was almost as if you were single again and instead of pining over an ex, hopelessly and completely in love with someone across the globe. But that just made your time together even more invaluable and precious.

So even with his slight unease at your slimmer silhouette, Tom didn't have any control over the loopy grin that came to his face as you started to stir and mumble something incoherent, all the while (and subconsciously) inching closer towards him. By the slight fluttering under your eyelid, Tom knew you were waking up and so took the moment to tuck your frizzy bed hair behind your ear. Sighing contently Y/n’s eyes fluttered completely open and Tom met your gaze with the most gently of smiles.

However, he then watched moment by moment as your expression morphed for one of peacefulness and content, through confusion, and ending at pure terror. He had barely thought of asking you why, before you yelped, throwing yourself up into a sitting position and backing as far away on the bed as you could from Tom. “TOM... I-you can’t be here! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” “Y/n hey what’s wrong-“ “GET OUT! G-GET THE FUCK OUT! YOU CAN’T BE HERE” you  yanked the bedsheets to completely cover your huddled up body, as if trying to protect yourself. At this point, tears were streaming down your face and what truly terrified Tom was the expression of horror in your eyes. He threw his hands in the air and unsteadily stumbled to his feet. “O-okay I’m-“ “GET OUT!!! YOU CAN'T SEE ME GET OUT!” Completely bemused and shocked, Tom just nodded jerkily -already halfway out the door and accidentally slamming it in haste.

He had absolutely zero clue what that was about. But what he knew for a fact? He’d never ever seen you like that… you looked so completely terrified… of him? Tom couldn’t for the life of him work out what the hell was going on, as he paced from the shut door to the hallway wall and back again, running his hand through his hair throughout. He could hear you sobbing and whisper yelling - presumably at yourself. It felt as though his heart was being torn out, seeing you that upset and it appearing as his fault? He was acting on pure instinct and adrenalin because your pain hurt him too. He had no control of the physiological response in his body, making his hands shake and breathing increase in speed as it inversely got shallower too.

And so he took a short inhalation, biting his bottom lip as he knocked on the door. “Y/n?….” He got no response after waiting a couple of seconds so tried again - because he could hear you trying to stifle your sobs. After another two failed attempts he opted for a different approach. “Y/n… I’m worried about you… look, I know your upset right now but I need you to let me know your okay… or I’ll have to come in and…and I don’t want to spook you” “Don’t come in.” It was a sharp reply, with a voice that was cracked and clearly trying to keep It together. “Okay… I-I’m sorry if my surprise of coming home was a dumb idea…I-I’ve missed you.” Tom tried speaking softly, as he knelt down and sat with this back against the wall while nervously fiddling with his watch strap that he’d forgot to take off last night. Again he waited for a response but got nothing, again having to warn you he needed to know you were okay. He heard movements from the other side of the door, making him turn his head to the left, pressing his ear on the cool gloss paint. “I-I’m sorry” You barely were whispering, but Tom could sense you were now sitting in a position mirroring his “You don’t meed to apologise love” Returning her tone, Tom sighed at the end - trying to get his brain to process what was going on.

Y/n wasn’t one to overreact and Tom could count on one hand the number of serious fights they’d had in the three year romance. And even then, he was the one to raise his voice - when she argued it was more reasoned, slow and controlled. Actually it was one of the things that in those moments infuriated him even more - you were just so level headed and sensible. Scratch that, sensible purely in this context - everywhere else you were just as loopy as him. So this situation felt so very alien. He didn’t know how to help you and he bloody hated feeling useless.

After a few moments, you replied to apologise once again, for shouting specifically,  and Tom nodded - not that you could see. But that was one of the things Y/n had taught him, sometimes you just have accept things - no matter the context. Accept he wasn’t actually a superhero and couldn’t do everything, accept that sometimes he could be a dick and out of line or accept an apology.

“Can you.. can you try and tell me why your upset? I want to help.” He was trying to be gentle, non-confrontational. But he knew something was so wrong. He needed to know so he could try and help out. “I…”Y/n began, but quickly trailed off, as if trying to formulate the words properly. “I’ve just been ill and” again another pause “and I haven’t been looking after myself very well. I just planned to be umm- to be better when you got back.”

It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t really the truth either, at least not the whole truth. But it wasn’t a lie.

“I’m not sure I understand why your so worried about what I think though?” Tom inquired, as he started to fiddle with the door handle in his left hand - as if easing the idea of coming into his girlfriend without scaring you. In reply, you sighed again trying to put the words together without explicitly spelling it out to him. “I don’t- I thought you’d just be disappointed or-or think I’m reliant on you. I’m not and I can handle myself I just…. I don’t know.” “I love you, you idiot.”Tom chuckled at that, while standing up. “Can I come in now please? I promise I’m not disappointed just want to help you feel better.”

The door opened and no sooner could Tom take a step forward than Y/n ran into his chest, wrapping herself tightly around him in apology. He knew that he didn’t have the full story but really didn’t want to push her, more preferring to just love her. So that’s what they spent the rest of the morning doing, in their pyjamas and watching TV. Quite obviously, she wasn’t really making a lot of conversation, Tom filled some gaps with talking about filming - to which she’d hum in agreement or chuckle along. But for the most part Y/n was concentrating on something else.

The all-consuming guilt. That was what was eating away at her.

part 2?

[missguomeiyun]

[YVR] feeling nostalgic @ the Candy Room

Hello again! I’m back with another Blogmas post. This one is gonna be a little diff bcos it’s not a café or restaurant but rather a candy store. The Candy Room is like right next door to l’Eclair de Genie on Robson Street. I was the one who wanted to come in here - I was trying to see if there were any little toys that I could get for my niece (bcos her parents likely won’t be too pleased with me getting her sweets lol).

Their sign is so colorful!

So cute, these vintage soda bottles!

A general shot of the store. Besides candies & chocolates, they have a small amount of bottled drinks, some toys, & mini teddies/plushies, as well as some gifts like mugs & figurines.

A longitudinal shot of the bulk buy bins.

When I was little, my mom took me grocery shopping a lot. It’s such a casual act when a child & their parent(s) are waiting in line to pay & grab a Hubba-Bubba to add to the purchase. But for me, my experience was simply stare & get jealous of the kid in front of me. As a result of only being to stare at the colorful gums & candies by the cashier, for a while I got really familiar with the set-up at grocery stores I often visited. When something’s new, I was able to spot it right away lol this sight in the above photo reminds me sooooo much of those times! There weren’t as much (if any) non-edible items back then. Now there’s like batteries, breath freshener pocketpacks, gift cards, etc.. . It resembled this set-up quite closely.

It’s actually quite funny how things work... what you see/do when you’re young will stick with you. For example: my mom is kind of a health nut. I’ve mentioned this many, MANY times haha I was not allowed to nag for “junk food”, like chips, candies, lunch-able packs, Spam/bacon/ham.. . the list goes on, including some borderline items like certain crackers. Yes, I grew up like that! lol as such, we never had those in the house & when we do, it felt like a big deal to me.

Anyway, fast-forward to present day: even though I have the ability to freely buy “junk food”, I don’t ever have that.. . craving or the need for them =] good job, mom!

.. . maybe with the exception of m&m haha I ALWAYS go to m&m’s World stores when I see one. & I ALWAYS buy chocolates there.. . I love m&m’s, esp the dark one. A close 2nd place would be the crunchy kind.

Curious George was here too.

I knew about the mini gummy hamburger & have eaten a few, but when did these other varieties come out?!

Nostalgic moment #2: seeing stick candies in circular bins. I can’t believe I still remember this haha I’m actually quite proud of myself when it comes to memory sometimes - I kinda scare myself a little too... Do you remember when was the 1st time you got stick candies!? Bcos I do. It’s bcos it was such a special moment in my life :D My mom bought me stick candy from the Drumheller Tyrrell Museum gift shop LOL specific, right? I was in grade 2 but was in a grade 2/3 split class so I went to a grade 3 field trip to the dinosaur museum. My mom was a full time mom back then & often volunteered on school field trips - she even got thank you cards from the teachers. On that particular field trip, .. . I don’t know, she was maybe not herself for several minutes bcos she agreed to getting me stick candy o_O I got a red cherry-flavoured one & a clear/white one, which I don’t recall what the flavour was. I think the reason why I love cherry-flavoured candies so much is bcos of that experience haha

Candies still remain to be almost non-existent in my life. m&m’s, interesting candies from local marts & convenience stores in foreign counties, & candies from restaurants after a meal (plus select Halloween candies that my niece got me these last 2 yrs) are probably my only candy intake, with an odd exception here & there. I don’t recall when was the last time I bought candy from a store for myself... but I do enjoy seeing what’s out there these days! & I visit candy stores when travelling :P

Final word: did you/do you have a Jelly Belly favourite?!

Hope you all are having a wonderful December so far!

PS: I did not end up getting anything for my niece here - mission failed.

[missguomeiyun]

dinner @ Lee House

Wooooooooot another Korean meal~

This was from last night, where I had dinner @ Lee House with my family. Story time at bottom of post :P but for now, let’s get to the food!

Sidedishes: kimchi, seaweed salad, bean sprouts, & marinated potato + carrot. 

The middle was a new dish for us: the “palace ddeokbokki”.

As opposed to the spicy ddeokbokki or the honey ddeokbokki, this ddeokbokki is cooked in a light soy sauce. It still contains the same veggies (some zucchini, carrot & cabbage), as well as a few flaps of fish cakes, but overall, it was very light. I would say the soy sauce is like a less sweet version of a garlic soy sauce (for wings). It was interesting. My family liked it, but I prefer the “traditional” ddeokbokki - the red & spicy kind.

Korean soy bean paste stew (aka doenjang jjigae). It comes with a bowl of rice. I didn’t take any “updated” menu photos bcos they were the same since my last visit; however, I don’t recall seeing a little chili pepper symbol next to this dish, therefore I thought it was not spicy. Yeah.. . stayed away from spicy dishes this time bcos the nieces gotta eat. Anyway, this was slightly spicy- slightly spicy for me, but could mean VERY spicy/cannot handle level for others. 

Dolsot bibimbap. YES! Such a simple yet comforting dish. Remember to leave the bottom layer intact as you mix or else you won’t get the crispy layer =]

Seafood pancake. This was quite disappointing.. . before the last visit, the seafood pancake was always this large 12 inch pancake (like a thin crust pizza) with crispy edges & lots of seafood. Tbh, it was a dish that I’ve liked from here since the days they were still off Whyte Ave (current Seoul Fried Chicken location). Like it has been a fav of mine since then! The last time I came & ordered this, it was 3 small-ish pancakes. & I guess it’s still 3 pancakes, but they cut it & presented it better. It now contains some stuffer material (namely potato shreds), less seafood, & most importantly, there’s no crisp texture to it =( I was sad.. .

The ulmyeon, aka noodles in a milky clear broth that contains seafood & veggies. Liked it last time, & liked it this time ^^

A staple from here: the OG fried chicken. It’s so nice & simple, but so tasty! Can’t *feel* the grease at all. 

Here’s the 2nd half of our half-half chicken: the soy garlic flavour. YUMMAY! It was good but I still prefer my OG. 

Overall, satisfying meal but very disappointed in the seafood pancake. I actually thought it might have been a one-off with the last visit but I guess this is the new way now (no more pizza-like pancake). 

* * * * * * epilogue * * * * * *

Lee House is located in Chinatown, & in a corner spot too. .. Do you know where this might be going yet? lol

Well, it’s not very busy on weekdays, esp on Wednesday. For some time, my family of 7 was the only table of customers (then 3-4 more tables of diners came in), & like always, we were seated in the middle table of the restaurant (largest one they have, & has room for 2 high chairs). In the middle of our meal, a dude came in...  To put it bluntly, he was a drunk homeless man in his 40s (reeking of alcohol + cigarettes + poor hygiene) that came in, walking in a slant, & muttering to himself. .. & said he needed to go to the washroom. He walked so close to us & literally brushed by my arm (I was sitting in corner seat), while the poor restaurant staff (a small thin Korean girl) was telling him to leave or else she’ll call the police. I felt so bad but at the same time, so scared. We have never experienced this anywhere before & tbh, it really killed the mood after that. Every time someone opened the door, we’d all turn to see who’s coming in. Anyway, it took the guy a loooong time from the entrance to the washroom bcos it was diagonal from the entrance, & he was in there for a loooong time. It felt longer than it probably was bcos we were debating whether or not we should leave or go on standby mode in the corner till he’s gone instead of him making a half lap around us. But then, the “avoidance” might trigger something confrontational. .. so that’s bad. Eventually he comes out (staff did not end up calling the police & we ended up just staying put), & was walking wobbly. He was behind me for a while, talking to himself & . .. omg, it was so freaky! In my head, I was all like “what if he starts messing around?”, “what if he suddenly ‘attacks’ us/our dishes?”. ..etc. Nothing good came to mind. 

& so you ask “what happened?”. He left after a loooooong walk, & never returned (during our time there)- we pretty much finished up earlier than expected & left. 

So yeah. It was not good, but really, there wasn’t anything we could’ve done. My parents were like, “they should apologize to us.” & I was like, “no.. the staff couldn’t do anything. It’s not their fault that someone like that comes in.” I think they were just startled by the encounter =/ but yeah.. . long story short, I hope diners & staff will be able to remain trouble-free in the future. & pls do not let my story stop you from visiting Lee House. Their food is very tasty!