#and treasure hunt is up next ✨

[half-bakedboy]

Taylor Kelly rant:

She redeemed herself fully in season 4. She redeemed herself in each and every episode she was in.

She came back only for Buck to treat her like some trophy girlfriend and manipulated her into a date that wasn't a date all because his ego was hit. Still, she reached out to him to help her with a miracle (that made her cry on LIVE TV) because she knew that if anyone was capable of one, it was Buck. Together, they made sure no vaccines had to be destroyed and saved the day. Together.

Next, Buck went to her for the sole purpose of using her passion for work to convince her to help catch the person who hit Sue and kidnapped Tracy. She did everything she could do (even being detained by the police) to help Buck (and the victims) with what he asked. When all was said and done, she showed up at Buck's house to celebrate and when he thought they were celebrating her career, she said, no. We're celebrating justice for Sue and Tracy. Justice.

Those two instances alone have provided more growth than Tommy has been able to show (to no fault of his) and the fandom is out here making excuses for his shitty, sexist, racist, homophobic behavior.

But yet, the fandom still hated Taylor throughout all of it and bullied Megan so badly, Oliver still talks about it.

And before I get asks again, I know what Taylor did with Jonah was not great, but she was vilified WAY before that. You're sexist and misogynistic and like to fetishize gay men, I said what I said.

[rainbowsillz]

Mysterious disappearance 🦢✨

Characters: —Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook and Lilia.

Genre: — It can be platonic or romantic. . !!

Note: Vice heads' time to shine I guess huehue (^^)／~~~ In summary, you have been 'toying' with them with their things.

A/N: I was inspired by Salmon in L'amour est un oiseau rebelle.

TREY rubbed his head when he was confused to where his outfit went to, he was around 99% confident it was on his table, dispersing his thoughts, he asked Cater and his buddy said he should check in somewhere else because why would it be missing if not because of a sneaky little thief-? The green head merely groaned as he continues on with his journey with looking out to it.

RUGGIE was chewing on a sandwich on his vacant hand, he started counting the things that he (may have gotten from uh Leona) stored in his room. So one necktie, two small necklaces, three bracelets... wait a minute, he seemed taken aback at the oddity, the beastman stared owlishly, partly due to puzzlement. It's not his underclassman doing is it?? Gee, what a mess. Guess he'll have to find out about who has been loitering in his place..

JADE was genuinely surprised to realize his hat was there on the counter and the next, it was gone in a span of thirty minutes he was making foods and drinks for Mostro Lounge's new menu so he can turn it in and have his break after a hectic week of his. His lab-wear also out of sight, much to his bewilderment. My, my, how curious, would you like him to come up to you himself? Well..?

JAMIL was apathetic. As if Kalim wasn't enough of a migraine, his belt was nowhere within his reach. How tedious. The vice leader figured eventually that it has to be you, again with this. While it was meddlesome, pointless, anything is preferable than hearing Azul talking about how wondrous it would be if he were to join hands with the said housewarden... That's literally would not be what he decides on, it's 'annoying' to think about possibilities.

ROOK can trace your footsteps, honey. Why did you think it's a good idea to 'wear' his boots when he's out there? Mon Trickster, if you'd like him to follow you through the forest, you could have just say so, no need to prolong it! He likes, likes a thrilling pursuit, adrenaline in his veins as he called you and if he met with you, he won't be leaving you anytime soon, he'll hold you so close to him.

LILIA was wondering how did his coat vanish~? A treasure hunt venture? He certainly doesn't mind games, so it doesn't seem like it's a member in Diasomnia, who could be 'bold' as to snoop with his belongings? Aw, it takes one to know one, isn't that true? He can piece it together, as long as he can catch the mischievous you of course. He recalls how you would clung on him, a bit intensely. Had you told him directly— he wouldn't have to run in circles.

[ataleofcrowns]

Bonus Lore: Crowns of Old, Part II

[ Part I ]

Back again with another lore drop, though this will be the last one until CH11 is released.

We're picking up where we left off and continuing with the fifth, sixth, and seventh Crowns. I believe I've posted the lore regarding the sixth Crown Bardiya before, but it's good to have it all in one post and in chronological order ✨

The Fifth Crown: Koban the Impotent Sword

Crown Koban was an ardent admirer of Crown Humati, who was seen as an exemplary ruler where her military victories were concerned. Koban, on their part, was rather brash in comparison. While an effective military leader, they lacked in other areas of governance: their first solution typically tended to be to use the Imperial Army, where other avenues would have sufficed.

While their aggressive temperament proved useful in warding off the invasion attempts from the Saca in the north, it made them terrible at diplomacy. Much of the conflicts with Thallos can, at least partly, be traced back to Crown Koban's reign. They would demean and insult other monarchs, boasting about Arsur's military power as often as they could.

While the public and some of the nobility were fond of their theatrics, perhaps even encouraging of it, the merchant faction were their greatest critics. Especially in the province of Avdin, which is the main point of trade from and to Thalloi city-states, their rhetoric was less than appreciated.

While Thallos was not much of a threat during this period, things began to change when Koban started poking at Qathesh.

Even those who supported Koban's arrogance before quickly began to turn on them. It was clear to everyone that Arsur could not compare to Qathesh when the empire was still in its infancy, and furthermore, Qathesh was a much more vital trading partner as well as a direct neighbor compared to Thallos. Inciting a war with them was nothing less than foolishness--Koban likely knew this as well, but had grown so conceited they thought they could taunt them without repercussion.

Thankfully, the Pharaoh of Qathesh at the time, Masaharta, knew Crown Koban was all bark and no bite. Still, he could not let any insult stand. When Crown Koban celebrated their bonding to their promised one, the gift sent by the Pharaoh was a single sapling of a fig tree. It was widely understood as a reminder of Arsur's youth as well as its small size compared to Qathesh. Crown Koban was stated to have been humiliated and seething with anger at the condescension, not that they could do anything about it.

The double entendre of their epithet was given intentionally.

The Sixth Crown: Eccentric Bardiya

Crown Bardiya is a very odd case, in that there is next to nothing known about his/their reign. At least, not officially.

Royal historians have been employed at the Royal Palaces from even before Arsur existed. It is a holdover tradition from the Monarchy of Ardia that Ashadūna continued after founding Arsur. These historians record all the Crown's daily activities, as well as when they are handling matters of political importance or at notable events. These records remain for future generations, as well as future Crowns.

Unfortunately, most of Crown Bardiya's records were destroyed or disappeared. For the longest time, no one knew why or how, until a grave-robber managed to break into Bardiya's tomb, but instead of riches, they discovered a single book. It was a personal journal that Crown Bardiya left behind in secret.

The grave-robber was apprehended upon an attempted escape and later executed, but not before they were made to reveal their discovery. Scholars unearthed the journal and, to their enormous surprise, discovered that Crown Bardiya kept record of their own activities and, furthermore, was the culprit behind the destroyed records of his reign in the first place.

The first journal was, in fact, the start of an elaborate treasure hunt that would lead the scholars on a 3 year long journey to collect all the journals that Crown Bardiya had written. Apparently, Bardiya detested the plain and objective way of writing from the royal historians, and was determined to have his records told in their own voice.

This eccentric behavior was not unusual for Bardiya. He was known to have a flair for the dramatic, and enjoyed outwitting, confusing or teasing others with riddles, personally-made puzzles, and philosophical conundrums. While this could make them quite frustrating to deal with in person, Bardiya also was a prodigious scholar of magic. In fact, they refused to take on a Sorcerer as he was of the opinion that he could do much better than any other magus out there, and they were probably correct in that assessment.

Bardiya is known as a founder of contemporary warding magic; before them, there was a very simple magic system and only a dozen sigils to choose from. Bardiya managed to find a way to invent new sigils through combining bits and pieces of the old ones, eventually creating the 4037 sigils currently in use. This warding magic increased the Empire's security immeasurably, aiding the armor and weapons used by its armies, and still keeps many of its important landmarks safe from harm.

The Seventh Crown: Lorîcan the Bullheaded

Crown Lorîcan, as you can likely tell from her epithet, was known to be a very stubborn Crown. Many times unreasonably stubborn, with disastrous consequences as a result.

Once Lorîcan had made her mind up about something, it was impossible to tell her otherwise. She would argue experts who studied the subject matter for their entire lives, based solely on the fact that her authority was absolute, and being chosen as the Crown meant she would know what was best.

Lorîcan's relationship with her Imperial Court, however, was not necessarily antagonistic. While the nobles were greatly annoyed by her at the start of her reign, they quickly learned that as long as they were the first to talk ideas into her head, it would be impossible for others to change her mind, and she would always end up in agreement with them.

If anything, this lead to great friction between her and her Sorcerer. Noble Zinar was immensely frustrated as the nobility got a hold of Lorîcan and began talking in her ear before her Sorcerer could advise her on anything. Soon, this began to lead to arguments between Lorîcan and Zinar.

The boiling point came when a plague was spreading through the cities of Zerat. The advice from experts to burn dead bodies en mass was protested by the magi who did not want to risk themselves in the plague, and through the Imperial Court, they argued that burning the bodies would be in violation of many people's spiritual beliefs. In Arsur, dead bodies are most typically fed to carrion birds. While some groups do use funeral pyres, many believe burning or burying corpses would defile the sacred elements of earth and fire.

When Lorîcan accepted this judgment, neither Zinar or any of the others in court could tell her otherwise. Zinar finally lost their patience, and their argument with Lorîcan became so out of hand that at the end of it, the Crown ordered for her Sorcerer to be stripped of their position and imprisoned.

It is the great irony of Lorîcan's story that she, of course, eventually succumbed to the plague herself.

[ Part III ]

[kaalypsoooo]

A second fic??? Absolutely! Enjoy ur food! 🎩✨❤️

(All fluff, so lovey-dovey, catch Caine being corny as hell 😂)

A sudden snap sound echoed into the room, heads turning to face an enthusiastic caine, gleeful as always, he gave the cast a greeting.

"Hello everyone! i've prepared an adventure for you all!"

Jax just grumbled and rolled his eyes, ragatha and pomni giving caine a smile.

"What's on the agenda for today, caine?" ragatha asked, her head tilting in curiousity.

He gave her a grin, floating in close to the pair.

"Dont worry, its a very simple treasure hunt!" He exclaimed, before snapping his fingers again, pomni suddenly appearing in his arms with an audible "EEP!"

"I'm sure you wont even notice she's gone, so have fun my friends!" and with that, they disappeared, leaving the rest of the cast to begin their adventure.

"Why does she get special privileges?-" Jax started, ragatha cutting him off with hand over his mouth.

"I think its sweet that he's so infatuated with her, quit being such a sour-puss jax."

kinger, gangle, and zooble eventually joined the conversation, mentally readying themselves for this adventure.

....

Caine and pomni appeared in a grassy area, a large lake with a waterslide surrounding the grassy land. He snapped his fingers and suddenly a picnic blanket, basket, and two wine glasses and a bottle were lying on the grass.

"Like it, darling?"

"What's all of this for?" She asked, he just took her hands and led her down to the ground, sitting her down on the picnic blanket. "Why, its all for you of course!.. Is it too much?"

"N-Nono! It's...really sweet of you, thanks.."

"Anything for you, darling!"

He took a seat beside her, his hand moving to caress her cheek, pomni gently leaning into his touch.

"So, while we're out here, what would you like to do?" He wasn't quite caught up on human customs, and knew next to nothing about being romantic or planning dates, but she seemed happy, so in turn he was happy.

Before she could respond, he jumped up and snapped his fingers, a cute duck themeed boat plopping down in the lake next to them.

"Does a boat ride sound like fun?" she nodded hesitantly, and he pulled her up into his arms, guiding her into the boat with him.

She took a glance around before her gaze landed back on him, his goofy face making her heart melt.

"So caine..."

"Yes, dear?"

"...Why do you like me so much?"

He paused, scanning her curious face.

"I...I know I may seem like this goofy AI that doesn't have feelings, but i do, and you don't know how badly they burn for you."

"You're like the fuel to my fire, the engine that keeps me running, sweetie, you make me feel emotions i've never felt before, it's like fireworks are going off in my heart everytime you look at me."

She wasn't sure how to respond, her face a pretty shade of pink as he poured out his feelings to her.

"Pff...Do you even hear how corny that sounds?" She finally said, laughing happily as he pulled her in close.

"But you looove my corniness! being corny is who i am!" He laughed too, taking her face in his hands and leaning his teeth against her cheek, as if to kiss it.

"Don't ever stop being you, okay? I love you."

He gave her a lovey-dovey look before howling out for all the world to hear. "I LOVE YOU TOO!!!"

They both burst out laughing, holding each other tight as they sailed across the water, this would be a day to remember, for both of them.

(Bonus!)

The gang finished up their treasure hunt, the prize being a well earned two day long break for everyone. They all sighed in relief upon hearing this, their heads turning to glace at pomni and caine, who had just finished up their little date, smiles on both of their faces.

Jax began to call out to them, ragatha giving him a side glare as if warning him to not say anthing dumb.

"I see the two lovebirds are back, say pomni, how does it feel to be Caine's favorite?"

Caine simply bonked him on the head with his cane, a menacing look growing on his face.

pomni suddenly answered, catching both caine and jax off-guard.

"You know what? it feels great. What, are you jealous?"

Jax looked shocked, his ears lowering, while both caine and ragatha were grinning and laughing a bit at the situation unfolding.

"I- Oh, shut up." And with that, he grumbled and stormed off, leaving the rest of the cast to laugh and giggle about it. Pomni looked very proud of herself, and caine applauded her for finally talking back to jax.

[therapeutic007]

🌟 ADHD Adventures: A Day in the Life 🌟

Ever wake up with a plan so grand that even the Avengers would be like, “Whoa, chill”? 🤔💥

Morning: Step 1: Get out of bed. Step 2: Make coffee. Step… wait, what was step 2 again? 🤷‍♀️

Three hours later, I’m suddenly deep into a rabbit hole about why cats purr. Did you know it’s actually good for healing? Perfect! I’ll heal my procrastination skills next!

Midday: “Okay, time to be productive!” I tell myself as I open my laptop… only to find 57 tabs open about the best ways to organize your closet and three online quizzes to find out which potato I am. 🥔 Spoiler: I’m a French fry.

Afternoon Snack: Ah, the elusive snack battle. Do I want a healthy choice… or the entire bag of chips? The bag of chips wins. Every. Single. Time. 😅

Evening: My to-do list? More like a to-don't list at this point. I planned to clean, but instead, I made a new playlist titled “Songs to Clean To While I Totally Don’t Clean.” 🎶✨

But hey, each day is an adventure! Who needs a straight line when you can zigzag through life like a caffeinated squirrel on a treasure hunt? 🐿️💨

So here’s to us, the champions of distraction, the masters of multi-tasking (even if it’s just multi-tabbing). May our coffee be strong and our focus… well, eventually maybe focus. ________ Some ADHD Must_have tools !

[webthreecorp]

Mastering Linked Lists: Beginner's Guide

Hey Tumblr friends 👋

After learning about Arrays, it's time to level up! Today we’re diving into Linked Lists — another fundamental building block of coding! 🧱✨

So... What is a Linked List? 🤔

Imagine a treasure hunt 🗺️:

You find a clue ➡️ it points you to the next clue ➡️ and so on.

That's how a Linked List works!

🔗 Each element (Node) holds data and a pointer to the next Node.

It looks something like this: [data | next] -> [data | next] -> [data | next] -> NULL

Why Use a Linked List? 🌈

✅ Dynamic size (no need to pre-define size like arrays!) ✅ Easy insertions and deletions ✨ ✅ Great for building stacks, queues, and graphs later!

❌ Slower to access elements (you can't jump straight to an item like arrays).

Basic Structure of a Linked List Node 🛠️

data -> stores the actual value

next -> points to the next node

📚 CRUD Operations on Linked Lists

Let’s build simple CRUD functions for a singly linked list in C++! (🚀 CRUD = Create, Read, Update, Delete)

Create (Insert Nodes)

Read (Display the list)

Update (Change a Node’s Value)

Delete (Remove a Node)

🌟 Final Thoughts

🔗 Linked Lists may look tricky at first, but once you master them, you’ll be ready to understand more powerful structures like Stacks, Queues, and even Graphs! 🚀

🌱 Mini Challenge:

Build your own linked list of your favorite songs 🎶

Practice inserting, updating, and deleting songs!

If you loved this explainer, give a follow and let's keep leveling up together! 💬✨ Happy coding, coder fam! 💻🌈 For more resources and help join our discord server

[echowithpain]

FIRST THINGS FIRST!!!!

-2 points for how much Tonsillitis was in the episode 🤮

It was gonna be one point, but he just kept popping up, and even when I thought we'd get a break from him, NOPE he's back in the next scene 😮‍💨

And you know that those fans were happy, but I'm not one of those fans. Quite the opposite actually. So much so that it kept taking away from my enjoyment of the episode, and I enjoyed this episode quite a lot actually. So yeah, -2 points.

Other than that, I fucking LOVED this episode 🤩💖🤩💖🤩💖🤩💖🤩💖🤩

The Wilson's and the Buckley-Han's dressing like Wizard Of Oz characters 😍😍😍, the firehouse being a haunted house✨🤩✨, Bobby being a goofy CAP Dracula 😂🧛😂, Eddie being a Wolf Man that NO ONE was scared of 😂🐺😂, Buck realizing the "fake" dummy was actually a corpse and possibly traumatizing multiple children for life while ALSO getting cursed 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣, the very real drama of Karen being upset that Hen was missing out on parts of their kids growing up (that thankfully they were able to talk about in this episode instead of dragging it out) 🥺🥺🥺, Athena trying to be hip with the kids 😂😂😂, the two girls who weren't paying attention in the CARE class finally getting some sense knocked into them 👏👏👏

Also the incredible build up of Chim recognizing Jee-Yun when she ran over to him excited, seeing Mara with her, realizing they went trick or treating together with Karen and Denny, not seeing Karen OR Denny with them, to Hen noticing Karen is on the scene of the accident but doesn't look hurt, to freaking the fuck out when she realizes Denny is the one pinned by the car!!!! *Chef's Kiss* *Chef's Kiss* *Chef's Kiss* *Chef's Kiss* *Chef's Kiss*

(though I will say I don't like how the promo spoiled it being Denny. I mean the whole thing was still amazing don't get me wrong, but I feel like it would've hit harder if we didn't know beforehand and were making assumptions that would just so happen to be correct. But again, that's a promo thing not an episode thing)

Also finding out that Denny pushed Mara out of the way and saved her life 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺 And I even like how the show had Chim bring up the fact that you're not supposed to work on people who you're close with, ie Hen trying to save her son's life, and they gave us the excuse for why they were doing it with Bobby saying "You wanna be the one to pull her away from him?" That's 👏 How 👏 You 👏 Fucking 👏 Do 👏 It 👏

Ugh, this episode was so fucking good. I had so much fun watching it, and it felt like I hadn't had that much fun in a long time with this show. I can't really remember but I don't think we had any "fun" episodes last season. We've had episodes with fun moments, but no true "fun" episodes like the Ocean's 9-1-1 episode, or the Treasure Hunt episode, or the Karma episode (minus the cheating storyline), or the Jinx episode, so honestly this was a VERY welcome and pleasant surprise 💖💖💖

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Is that it? I think that's it 🥰 so yeah!

Episode Rating: 🎃8/10🎃

I was thinking about taking off at least a half point for the dad who got the pumpkin stuck on his head cause why not cut it off and why not fully empty it before putting it on, but decided not to cause they did end up cutting it off, and having the pumpkin guts falling around his neck might've been part of the thing he did with his kids, idk. So that gets a pass ✨

The only problem I had with this episode was Temu, and if that's it then it was a damn good episode. Can't wait to see what's next!!! See y'all next week 😘✌️✨

[ishihirasenma]

except for suika and gen, who do you think would be an interesting character for the survival arc after the second worldwide petrification?

ahhh this is such!! an interesting question!!1! ✨✨✨ヽ(° ∇ ° )ﾉ after really thinking about it, i'd actually Love to see hyoga in that situation! AHHH hyoga would have been the perfect character for a wholesome plot after suika!!1! (」°ロ°)」✨

of course, he'd have to had come back from his mission with tsukasa and kohaku, or not have been on that mission at all, but putting those factors aside!

i think since no one can really tell what he's thinking most of the time, the kingdom would just remain doubtful and skeptical of his loyalty—though they would still rely on him and keep hoping he'll do the right thing. while i find his redemptions wonderful, they aren't enough to make them all 100% assured that he'll never betray them if he gets the chance.

and being the first to revive is Literally his biggest chance to do that. as someone who dedicated his life to martial arts, he might not be that good with chemicals—would probably take some time to figure out how to make nitric acid and fail at getting the exact ratio for a while, but i believe he is smart enough to be successful after just a few weeks.

food would be no problem to him at all. he might not even eat whatever preserved food the kingdom has left to save it for whoever he'll be reviving. surviving on his own would be a breeze.

betraying them would definitely cross his mind, but he has a conscience. and i believe he's still capable of feeling happy, deep down, whenever the kingdom relies on him (at least, that's how i see it in the treasure island arc!). i want to see him contemplate only for a moment before he just sighs and fully gives up on his ideal world, because memories of the others trusting him and accepting him as one of their own would keep replaying in his head—and he would hate to admit it, but he wants to keep his relationship with the kingdom just the way it is, because he's never had friends quite like them before.

i want to see him revive senkuu first, and i want to see senkuu be surprised when he tells him he'll focus on hunting and doing whatever needs physical labor, and tell senkuu to focus on making revival fluids for whoever needs to be revived next. because if hyoga already knew how to make the revival fluid on his own and wanted to betray them, he wouldn't have revived senkuu first—if at all, let alone give him the freedom to choose who to revive.

their few weeks alone together would be pretty quiet, in a good way, with senkuu doing 80% of the talking while hyoga mostly listens to him info dump about anything and everything. senkuu can't help it because it's the kind of company senkuu must have also wanted when he revived by himself before, because being alone in the dark for a long time and still having no one to talk to right after waking up sucked. but here hyoga was, being the perfect listener while also being the most dependable person senkuu could ever ask for while others were still stone. i just think senkuu would be visibly thrilled with this outcome.

AHHH this would have been. hyoga's perfect redemption agh 👊🤧 thank you for this ask omg 🤧 i know i practically already wrote a fic answering this question but now i kinda wanna actually write it as a proper fic o(TᯅTo)

[greypetrel]

1, 6, and 17 from the Rook partner asks! 💗

Hi Mo, thank you! ✨✨✨

Tis the prompt list

1. Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them?

I think she saw Neve and went appreciative. "Damn that's a pretty lady", but that was it. Surely not love at first side (of either part).

For love love, I think that it was the cutscene pre-Tearstone Island. Mind me, she was not there with her just to pass time and have fun. But surely how serious that story was was most definitely a thought for "after". She just wanted to take her time and fun as they both could. Neve stepping back from her because she's scared? Oh, oh no no no she realized THEN that maybe it was less playful than she thought it was, that it wasn't just a "like". "Trouble, I'm terrorized". And that was it, love with the sudden realization that you maybe are loved back.

6. What is their favorite thing to do together? Do they share any hobbies? Does your Rook teach their partner their own hobbies? Does the partner teach Rook theirs?

Priscilla is big on fashion, and *looks at Neve's nails*. I think they went big on nail art when they have time to spare, and as a side activity as they talk. I picture Priscilla entering Neve's room with bottles and brushes and toothpicks, and they start doing each other's nails as Neve works through a case and Priscilla helps her think, makes questions, goes to conclusion. Eating out and junk food also would be something in common. Priscilla grew up by the sea, so it's all a matter of deciding wish fish-based street food is better. You must taste them all to decide, and then you have to start back, Minrathous is big, so when you're done with the tasting you don't remember the first ones. Lucanis' caffé keeps being a favourite, of course.

All in all, after everything will be over, Priscilla will love to help Neve out in her work: she likes a puzzle, and cases are puzzle. It's her job and she liked her job, instead of hunting treasures she looks for missing people and clues. And it also helps out people.

Most likely Priscilla will try to teach Neve to do her hair and sew clothes, but I can see her just managing basic hairdos and to sew buttons before getting restless. They're good at parallel play and Priscilla is happy to make fancy new clothes for both ("Another tailored suit? Can't I make you a dress? I just have the perfect. Ok. :(" )

17. What is your Rook's favorite thing about their partner? What is the partner's favorite thing about Rook?

Already answered here!

But it's a nice question so uhm. I may write something else in the next days, I'll tag you!

[goodboyaudios]

Just finished binge watching BW and I wanted to say how the fuck do you come up with such and incredible, heart wrenching, dramatic and absolutely awesome script like that?! The characters are just ✨P E A K✨ in all of this! And the story? UGH- what a work of art! Absolutely loved the series, next to MotH.

Now ever since then, I've been with project sub-delta on my mind like a plague. So I wanted to ask a fairly simple question, since I know there's probably going to be more on it during BvZ;

Kravatos(I think this is how it's spelled-) said something about "they didn't bother to wipe away Albus' memory" on his little speech during the treasure hunt ep, so now I'm thinking...

Since he's talking about the FAILURES, like Albus, are there any chances of existing SUCCESSES? And if so, do those successes end up with their memory wiped? Or just in deep control of the Triad? If so, are there any specific tasks these people are given?

(I think this is still lore involved, oops-)

The idea is that those who succeeded committed self deletion. They went all the way and obeyed every command, including the one to die. Albus failed because no matter what they did to him, he refused to die. Rather than waste resources trying to contain him or wipe is memory, they decided to enforce the idea that no matter what he says, no one will ever believe what happened to him. And in that, they succeeded. Albus now refuses to talk about that with anyone because he knows the words of a bastard mean nothing next to the Triad.

The Triad will now find more subjects to test. More bastards to abuse. Eventually, they'll look for willing participants to build a sacred army of unstoppable Paladins who will ALWAYS follow commands with flaw. That is their end goal.

[hebrewbyinbal]

Ever notice how "how do you say" is the magic phrase in language learning? 🌟✨

It's like a secret password that opens up whole new worlds! 🌍🔓 You say it, and suddenly you're on a treasure hunt for new words and phrases. 🕵️‍♀️💬

So next time you're stuck, just whip out your Hebrew "how do you say," and watch the adventure begin!

Who's ready to explore with me? 😄🗺️

[kingofbodyrolls]

Songs of the Heart (m) | pjm | chapter 7

*this is a re-upload since I deleted my old account 🫣

When Jimin asks you to move in with him, your joy is boundless—a happiness too vast for words, spilling over like sunlight after a storm. The promise of shared mornings and quiet evenings feels like a dream unfolding before your eyes. Dinner with his family awaits, a warm gathering where love feels as familiar as the air you breathe. And then, in the soft glow of an intimate moment, he plays you a song—a melody born of his heart and written just for you. Each note weaves into your soul, filling it with a love so pure, you wonder if it’s possible to feel this much and still remain whole.

→ Pairing: jimin x reader (female) → AUs: musician!au (not completely idol!au), single dad!au, slice of life!au → Trope: strangers to lovers / neighbors to lovers → Genres: slow burn romance / fluff / angst / smut / comedy → Rating: mature/explicit/R18  (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Word count: 6k → Warnings + triggers: some kissing, a few heated moments, gentle neck biting (I’m so sorry), honestly it’s just fluffy filler. → Read on AO3? [link] → Author’s note: okay, so… confession time. I’m really not thrilled with how this chapter turned out. Like, at all 😩 But, the thought of rewriting it? Nope, not happening. So here it is, in all its filler-y glory. Cue dramatic sigh. Buuuut! Don’t let my self-doubt fool you—there are still a few moments in here that I totally adore (no spoilers, but trust me, they’re cute enough to make me smile despite my whining 🥹). Think of it like a tiny treasure hunt for the soft bits I actually love. So, while I’m over here talking down my own chapter (why am I like this?), I really hope you enjoy it anyway! And hey, if you find something you like in it, let me know so I can stop side-eyeing myself for posting it in the first place ✨ This whole story is for my dear friend @remmykinsff! I hope you’ll love it 💜

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Jimin stirs beside you, his body shifting under the soft cocoon of the blankets. A low, sleepy grunt escapes his lips, and your heart swells at the sight before you. Waking up next to him feels like a whispered blessing, a sacred ritual you never want to end. His face, slightly puffy from sleep, carries a boyish charm that makes your chest ache in the best way. His cheeks are kissed with a soft pink hue, and his plush, pillowy lips part slightly as he exhales. You can’t help yourself—you stare, memorizing every perfect detail.

He stretches languidly, his body unfurling with a contented groan, like a cat basking in the first rays of sunlight. His voice is husky when he murmurs, “Why are you staring?” His eyes, still heavy with sleep, flutter open to meet yours.

A chuckle escapes your lips as your fingers begin to trace the bare planes of his warm skin, your touch light as a feather. “Because you look so pretty,” you whisper, your voice sincere, tinged with awe. “So beautiful.”

His lips curve into a soft, sleepy smile, his blonde hair sticking out at wild angles, like a crown that refuses to sit neatly. “Mhh... so do you,” he replies, his voice like velvet, the edges frayed with tenderness.

You giggle as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, his touch sending ripples of butterflies through your stomach. The intimacy of it—his warmth, his scent, the gentle rhythm of his breathing—is almost overwhelming.

He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck as though he’s trying to merge with you completely. “I love waking up next to you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the delicate skin of your collarbone. “Won’t you stay in my bed forever?” His words are soft, almost shy, but they carry the weight of his longing.

Another giggle bubbles from you as you kiss the messy crown of his head, your lips lingering against the silken strands. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

The question hangs in the air like a melody, sweet and tender, as you wait for him to respond. You can feel his breath against your skin, the pause in his movements as he considers your words.

He shifts, burrowing even closer, his face pressing just on top of your breasts, as though he’s hiding from the vulnerability of the moment. But then his eyes find yours, dark and soulful, glimmering with sincerity. “If I say yes,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, “will you move in with me?”

Your heart leaps, the warmth of his question spreading through your chest like sunlight breaking through clouds. You shimmy down to meet him at eye level, your noses almost brushing as you gaze deeply into his soft brown eyes. “Minie,” you breathe, your voice trembling with affection, “yes, you silly fool.”

His lips curve into a radiant smile, one that feels like it could outshine the sun. Then he’s kissing you—long, deep, and full of a love so profound it makes your toes curl. His groan vibrates against your lips, a sound that sends heat pooling in your chest.

It doesn’t take long before the two of you are tangled in his sheets, limbs entwined, hearts beating in harmony. The world outside fades away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace, the sweetness of his touch, and the promise of mornings like this—mornings that now belong to the both of you.

“He did what?” Namjoon’s voice shoots up an octave, too loud for the serene intimacy of the tiny café. Heads turn, but he doesn’t care—he’s too busy gaping at you like you’ve just confessed to eloping with a celebrity.

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, stirring your tea with an exaggerated calmness. “He asked me to move in with him,” you repeat, your tone deliberately flat, though a small smile plays at the edges of your lips.

Namjoon sets his herbal tea down with an audible clink, his dimples peeking as he breaks into a mischievous grin. “Next thing you know, he’ll be asking for your hand in marriage!” he giggles, his voice bubbling with delight.

“Joonie!” you protest, slapping his arm playfully before crossing yours in mock indignation. “I’m in no rush.”

“But your ovaries are,” he quips, his eyebrows dancing with teasing mischief. The cheekiness in his eyes is almost too much.

You let out an exasperated sigh, shaking your head at him. “I don’t even know if I want kids,” you reply, your tone softening as you scold him lovingly. “And besides, Hwa-Young is cute, and she’s more than enough for me.”

Namjoon tilts his head, considering this with a playful smirk. “But wouldn’t you want his kids? His angelic face and your fiery stubbornness?”

Your jaw drops, and you narrow your eyes, feigning outrage. “Hey! Why are you calling me stubborn?”

“Because it’s the truth,” he says matter-of-factly, his dimples deepening with his chuckle. “But don’t worry, you’re cute stubborn. And let’s face it, you’d make adorable babies.” He takes another sip of his tea, entirely unbothered by your mock glare.

You groan, fanning your hand dramatically in the air as though you could waft the topic away. “Can we not talk about kids?” You’re trying to sound annoyed, but there’s an undeniable flicker of hesitation in your voice. You don’t even know if you want children—and truth be told, the thought kind of terrifies you. Yet, the image of a little human with Jimin’s angelic features and your fire… well, it doesn’t seem entirely unappealing.

Namjoon catches the shift in your expression, but for once, he spares you. “Fine,” he sighs theatrically, rolling his eyes so dramatically it’s a wonder they don’t get stuck. Leaning over the table, he fixes you with a curious look. “Since you’re moving in with lover boy and all… does that mean your tiny house is up for rent?”

You blink at him, caught entirely off guard. It’s like your brain suddenly freezes, the gears grinding to a halt.

“I’m asking if I can rent your house,” he clarifies, shaking his head as though you’re the one being ridiculous. “You know, be your new next-door neighbor?”

“Oh,” you finally manage, your brain kicking back into gear. “You… you want to move away from the city?” You lean in now, your voice tinged with surprise.

Namjoon laughs, the sound warm and full of life, like sunlight spilling into the quiet café. “Yeah,” he says, his tone softening into something more thoughtful. “I just want to disconnect from everything—the hustle and bustle, the chaos, the noise. I want to wake up to birdsong instead of traffic. I think… I think it’ll help me finish my poetry book.”

Your heart softens at his words, and you can’t help the fond smile that blooms on your face. That’s so Namjoon, always craving a deeper connection with nature and himself. While the city has always suited your pace, the quiet rhythms of the countryside feel like a natural extension of him.

“I’ll call the property manager and ask,” you say warmly, your smile widening. “I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Thank you,” he beams, his face lighting up like the sun breaking through clouds. His dimples deepen, making your heart ache a little with how much you love this man—as your best friend, your constant. “See?” he teases, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. “That’s why you’re my favorite person in the world.”

Jimin is scared, though he’s trying not to let it show. In less than an hour, his parents and Jiwoo’s mom will arrive for brunch, and the thought makes his chest tighten. He glances at you as you pace in the kitchen, nervously fussing over every detail of the spread you’ve been perfecting together. The sight makes his heart ache and swell all at once. He hopes—no, prays—that they’ll love you as much as he does.

You bite your lip, turning the skillet off and double-checking the table settings. Jimin notices how you’ve placed everything just right: the folded napkins, the sparkling cutlery, the colorful medley of fruits, pastries, and steaming dishes. “It doesn’t have to be perfect, you know,” he murmurs softly, stepping closer to place a calming hand on your back. “Just having you here is enough.”

You smile nervously, letting out a shaky laugh. “I just want to make a good impression. They’re important to you… so they’re important to me.”

Jimin swallows hard, trying to quell the nerves bubbling in his chest. He doesn’t say it, but watching you care so deeply about this moment makes him love you even more.

In the living room, Hwa-Young’s laughter fills the space as she plays on the Playstation, blissfully unaware of the tension in the kitchen. Somehow, her carefree joy is a small comfort. Together, you and Jimin finish preparing the meal and set the table, just in time for the doorbell to ring.

The sound echoes through the house, and Jimin feels his heart lurch. He casts you a fleeting glance, but you’re already heading for the door, a warm smile blooming on your face.

When you greet his parents and younger brother, it’s as if you’ve known them for years. You embrace them with open arms, your laughter light and sincere, and Jimin watches, stunned. Even Jiwoo’s mom, who is often reserved, pulls you into a tight hug, her warmth wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. Jimin’s chest feels lighter; seeing you fit so naturally into the fabric of his family almost brings tears to his eyes. Jiwoo’s mom has always been like a second mother to him, and the way you seem to melt into her affection makes his heart ache with gratitude.

Once everyone is seated, the room fills with the soft symphony of voices and clinking plates. For a moment, Jimin sits back, letting it all sink in. You’ve gone from nervous to radiant, seated comfortably beside his mother, the two of you chatting like old friends. His mother’s laugh is genuine as you share a story, and it’s clear—she already adores you.

Jiwoo’s mom, with her gentle smile, leans toward you. “Tell me about yourself, dear,” she says, her tone warm but curious.

You don’t hesitate. With a grace that Jimin finds utterly captivating, you share bits of your life, your interests, and even a few small confessions about your quirks and dreams. But it’s when you ask about Jiwoo—her childhood, her favorite memories—that Jimin feels his breath catch. You don’t shy away from her, even knowing the tender place she holds in his heart. You include her, not out of obligation, but because you genuinely want to. The depth of your kindness leaves him awestruck.

The meal feels like a dream, soft and golden with moments of laughter and connection. When you excuse yourself to the bathroom, leaving the table momentarily quiet, Jimin finds himself the subject of his family’s attention.

“Jimin,” his mother begins softly, her smile warm, “she’s so sweet. You’ve found someone special.”

Jiwoo’s mom nods in agreement, her gaze tender. “She’s good for you, Jimin. I’ve noticed—you smile so much more now.”

Hwa-Young chimes in with an excited squeal, her fork clattering onto her plate. “Y/N is the best! She tucks me in every night! I love her!”

Jimin’s mother raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smirk. “Sleeping over often, huh?” she quips, leaning in conspiratorially.

Before Jimin can respond, you return, stepping into the warm bubble of conversation. You slide back into your seat beside him, your presence instantly grounding him. He reaches for your hand, pulling you closer. His voice is soft but steady when he says, “She’s actually moving in soon.”

The room stills, and then it erupts into coos and approving smiles.

You laugh, your cheeks flushing as you glance at him. “I mean, I’ve practically been living here for weeks,” you admit with a shy grin, “so it just felt right to make it official. Plus…” You glance over at Hwa-Young and ruffle her hair. “With Jimin and Hwa-Young, it’s hard not to fall in love.”

The words hang in the air, warm and glowing, like sunlight filtering through a window. Jimin’s heart swells, the love he feels for you blooming like wildflowers in spring. Without thinking, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The room fills with teasing laughter and gentle applause, but Jimin doesn’t care.

All he knows is that this moment, this day, feels like the beginning of something beautiful. As the brunch winds down and everyone lingers in the warmth of one another’s company, Jimin knows he’s made the right choice in bringing you into his world.

The thought lingers as the dishes are cleared and soft goodbyes are exchanged. One day soon, he’ll have to meet your family too. And while the thought might scare him a little, for now, all he feels is gratitude—for you, for this, for everything.

“Y/N! Can I take these bags for you?” Hwa-Young chirps, her small arms struggling to balance an assortment of your handbags. Her enthusiasm makes you chuckle, and you nod, watching as she wobbles toward Jimin’s house with the determination of someone far older than her years.

The move is chaotic, but in the best way. Living next door to Jimin has its perks—packing up your life doesn’t require boxes, just an endless supply of bags and suitcases. It’s not conventional, but neither are you, and this casual, almost whimsical transition feels perfect for the life you’re about to share with him.

Jimin and Yoongi haul your belongings back and forth with ease, their banter punctuating the warm afternoon air. Meanwhile, Namjoon is perched in the shade, savoring a rare cigarette. You glance at him, the curl of smoke winding upward like a whispered secret, and shake your head fondly. You’ll never quite understand why he still smokes, but you let him be.

When Namjoon finally crushes the cigarette underfoot, he joins the others, his broad frame adding strength to the effort. Together, they tackle the larger furniture, though you’ve already decided most of it will stay behind. Namjoon has happily claimed the bulk of it for his new place, and the thought of easing his upcoming move makes you smile.

By the time the last of your things is nestled into Jimin’s house—which now feels like your house—dusk has begun to settle. The fading sunlight bathes the world in shades of gold and lavender, a soft farewell to the day. There’s laughter in the air as Namjoon and Yoongi hug you goodbye, their embraces warm and lingering. They promise to see you in a few days when it’s Namjoon’s turn to relocate, and you wave them off, feeling the weight of the day slowly give way to a tender stillness.

With Hwa-Young spending the night at her grandmother’s house, the evening stretches before you like a gift, wrapped in quiet possibility. After a simple dinner, you find yourself curled on the sofa, enveloped in Jimin’s arms. His scent surrounds you—warm and soothing, a blend of subtle musk and something uniquely him. You nuzzle closer, pressing your cheek to his chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Jimin’s face, bare of makeup, is a masterpiece in its own right. The delicate scatter of his beauty marks catches your attention, and you trace them lightly with your fingertips, marveling at their perfection. He hums softly at your touch, his voice a low vibration that makes you feel entirely at home.

“I was wondering something, Minie…” you begin, your voice soft, hesitant.

He tilts his head, meeting your gaze with those impossibly deep brown eyes that seem to hold entire galaxies within them. “What’s on your mind?” he asks, his voice rich and grounding, like the first sip of coffee on a cold morning.

You bite your lip, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “If you could… teach me a song? I don’t know how to play, but maybe…” Your words trail off, and you shrug lightly, suddenly shy. “Maybe you could teach me a few lines and chords?”

Jimin’s lips curve into a smile, soft and full of promise. “Of course,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Music isn’t just something you play, you know. It’s something you feel. And I think you’d be beautiful at it.”

His words settle over you like a gentle melody, and you can’t help but lean up to kiss him, slow and sweet. For now, the night belongs to the two of you, and the thought of creating music together—of learning something new in the presence of his boundless patience and love—feels like the beginning of something extraordinary.

He smiles, his lips curving into a soft crescent, then chuckles lightly, his breath warm as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. “Of course I want to teach you, babe,” he murmurs, his voice feather-light yet rich with affection, though you can see the faint traces of weariness in his eyes from the long day of moving.

“I’ll just grab my guitar,” he says, rising with fluid ease. The warmth of him leaves you, and suddenly the air feels cooler, emptier, in his absence.

From the corner of your eye, you watch him disappear into the studio, his figure silhouetted by the dim light spilling from the hallway. When he reemerges, your breath catches for just a moment. His loose green pants sway with each step, the soft fabric clinging just enough to hint at the beauty of his form. The crisp white Dior shirt seems almost too perfect, offset by the delightful disarray of his blonde hair—tufts sticking out as though kissed by the wind. And the way he moves—it’s as if he’s gliding, his presence magnetic and unhurried.

He returns to the couch and sits beside you, though the smooth wooden curve of the guitar creates a small but noticeable distance between you. His fingers glide over the strings as he adjusts the tuning, his brow furrowed in quiet concentration. Then he glances up, offering you a shy smile, his teeth grazing his lower lip. That small, endearing nervousness stirs something tender in your chest. Why is he nervous? He has nothing to be nervous about; he’s perfection in motion.

“I’ll just play you the chorus to this song I’ve been working on,” he says, his voice like a gentle murmur of waves meeting the shore. Then he exhales, his lashes fluttering closed as his fingers find their place on the strings.

The first chord hums through the air, resonant and warm, and when his voice emerges, it’s soft yet steady, like the golden hues of the setting sun wrapping you in an embrace:

 “‘Cause anything you want me (I’ll be), right here where you call me (I’ll be). I could never let you go. Never let you go.Whenever you need me (I’ll be). If you believe me (I’ll be). I’ll never let you go. Never let you go.”

The melody drifts around you, tender and evocative, but it’s the words—the promise woven into them—that settle deep into your chest, filling spaces you didn’t even know were empty. His voice carries the weight of devotion, each note vibrating against your soul, leaving you breathless and tingling with emotion.

“That’s so beautiful, Minie,” you whisper, your voice soft, almost reverent. You reach out, your fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, your thumb brushing over the blush that blooms across his cheek. His skin is warm under your touch, and the sight of his flustered smile makes your heart stutter.

He turns his face slightly, pressing a kiss to your hand before gently lowering it. “Here,” he says, passing the guitar to you, his eyes glowing with quiet encouragement.

The instrument feels unfamiliar in your lap, its polished surface cool and solid against your skin. The weight of it startles you—it’s not just the physical heft but the unspoken challenge it carries. You’re suddenly hyperaware of your inexperience, of how clumsy your fingers might feel against the strings.

You glance up at him, your nerves betraying you in the form of a hesitant smile. This is Jimin, you remind yourself—the man who makes music as effortlessly as he breathes. And now you’re supposed to attempt something so sacred in front of him? Doubt stirs in your chest, threatening to take root, but the soft warmth of his gaze stops it from growing.

“You’re doing great already,” he whispers, leaning in just slightly, his voice a balm against your nerves.

You take a deep breath, steadying your trembling hands. No, you won’t let the moment slip away. This isn’t just about learning chords—it’s about learning to create something together, to share in the beauty of the music that connects you both.

His hands brush against yours, warm and steady, grounding you in the moment as they gently curl around your fingers. He moves them with care, positioning them precisely on the neck of the guitar. “So, for the first chord,” he begins, his voice as soft as a lullaby, “it’s a C.”

His fingers linger for a second longer, ensuring your placement is perfect. “This one’s easy,” he adds, a playful lilt in his tone, like he’s sharing a secret meant just for you.

You chuckle softly, your fingers squeezing the guitar’s neck as you press into the strings. The pressure feels odd but exhilarating, like the beginning of something magical.

“Yeah, just like that,” he says, his hand retreating slowly, leaving a gentle echo of warmth behind. “Now, try strumming with your other hand.”

The first stroke of your fingers over the strings sends a vibrant hum into the air. The sound is soft yet resonant, a whisper of potential. You feel the vibrations ripple through the guitar resting on your lap, as if it, too, is alive beneath your touch. Your lips part in a joyous squeal, the chord ringing in the air like a small triumph.

“That’s great, babe,” he says, his face glowing with pride, his lips curving into a smile so bright it makes your heart flutter. His hand finds yours again, guiding you with infinite patience.

“For the next one, we’re moving into a D minor chord,” he explains, his fingers effortlessly coaxing yours into position. It’s a delicate dance, his hand shaping yours as if you were molding clay. You follow his lead, and when the chord finally sings out under your strum, you giggle, a delighted burst of sound that draws a wide smile from him.

Jimin’s eyes crinkle at the edges, disappearing into soft crescents of happiness for a fleeting moment. “Iiih! I did it!” you exclaim, and he laughs along with you, the sound as sweet and light as sunlight filtering through sheer curtains.

“Okay,” he says, his voice steady but encouraging, “the next one is an F chord. This one’s a little trickier.” His hands move yours again, tilting your fingers just so. “You’ll want to keep your pointer finger here,” he instructs, pressing it firmly but gently across the strings, “and the rest like this.”

You try to follow his lead, but the position feels strange, almost awkward. Your pointer finger trembles slightly under the tension, the strings biting softly into your skin. When you strum, the sound that emerges is uneven, a little raw, but not entirely unpleasant.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice soothing, like a balm to your frustration. His hand returns to yours, adjusting, steadying. “Try pressing down a little harder with your pointer finger.”

You take a deep breath, focusing, and strum again. This time, the chord rings fuller, more complete, like the first step toward harmony.

Jimin’s face lights up, a quiet pride radiating from him. “Yeah, like that,” he says, and the approval in his tone makes you blush, heat blooming across your cheeks.

He shifts a little closer, his warmth wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. “So, the last chord is a G,” he says, demonstrating the positioning with his own hand. His fingers move with the grace of someone who’s done this a thousand times, yet his excitement makes it feel like the first.

“For this one, you’ll need to grip it like this,” he says, curling his fingers into position. You study the shape, then carefully try to replicate it on the guitar, your hand fumbling slightly. His hands cover yours once more, adjusting with infinite care, until your fingers find their rightful place.

“Perfect,” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. The word feels like a spark, igniting a quiet confidence within you.

You strum, the chord blooming from the guitar like a sigh of relief, and your laughter spills into the space between you. The sound is rich and bright, a testament to shared effort and quiet victories.

“Yeah! That’s perfect!” Jimin exclaims, his face lighting up with pride. “It’s just those four chords for the chorus: C, D minor, F, and G. Then you just repeat.”

His words float around you, warm and reassuring, as you place your fingers back onto the neck of the guitar. Tentatively, you begin practicing the transitions between chords, your focus narrowing to the small, deliberate movements of your fingers. The strings bite softly against your skin, but you don’t mind—it feels like progress, like you’re molding music out of silence.

Jimin leans in slightly, watching your movements with that ever-present patience. “Yes, like that,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, laced with encouragement that makes your heart flutter in your chest. You can feel the pride radiating from him, and it fuels your determination to keep trying.

Once the placement feels natural, you decide to take it a step further. “Okay, I think I’ve got it,” you say, glancing at him with a tentative nod. You test the waters, strumming lightly while shifting between the chords.

He beams, his smile as bright as sunlight breaking through clouds. “You’re doing amazing,” he reassures you.

You laugh, a nervous edge to it as you glance back down at the guitar. “I wanna try to play it all. But, uh… I can’t sing to save my life,” you admit, a self-deprecating giggle slipping from your lips.

Jimin chuckles, shaking his head in gentle disbelief. “Don’t worry,” he says, his hand coming to rest lightly on your arm, grounding you. “Singing isn’t about perfection, it’s about heart. I’ll help you.”

His words send a warmth coursing through you, and you take a steadying breath, your fingers finding their place for the first chord. You strum, the sound trembling into existence, and tentatively sing the first line.

Jimin nods along, his expression open and encouraging, quietly cueing you when to switch chords. The music begins to flow, imperfect but sincere, and then, when you least expect it, his voice joins yours.

His angelic tone melts seamlessly into the melody, carrying the words with a quiet power. On the line, “I could never let you go,” his voice swells, wrapping around yours like a protective embrace.

Your heart stumbles, a warmth so overwhelming it feels like it might burst. Yet somehow, you keep going, despite the way his presence fills you with emotions you can hardly contain. His voice transforms your own, lifting it into something you barely recognize—something tender, raw, and beautiful.

The song comes to an end, the final chord vibrating softly in the air, and the silence that follows is almost sacred. For a moment, you sit frozen, your heart racing. Then Jimin bursts into laughter, his joy spilling out in radiant waves as he claps his hands together.

“That was so good, babe!” he says, his voice overflowing with affection. He leans in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s as sweet as it is full of love.

You pull back just slightly, your cheeks burning as you glance away bashfully. “It’s only because you’re such a good teacher,” you say, your voice soft but sincere.

Jimin’s hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over the warmth there as he gazes at you with eyes so full of love they take your breath away. “No,” he murmurs, his tone like a melody all its own, “it’s because you’re amazing.”

A blush creeps across your cheeks as you set the guitar carefully beside the coffee table. Without hesitation, you wrap your arms around Jimin, pulling him close, feeling the quiet thrum of his laughter vibrate through his chest. His giggles are soft, sweet, a melody only you are lucky enough to hear.

Your lips press gently against the curve of his neck, leaving feather-light kisses that trail like whispers over his warm skin. He squirms beneath you, his breath hitching as you teasingly flick your tongue across his pulse point. “Yah, babe, you’re tickling me,” he giggles, his voice breaking into a high, airy laugh that makes your heart flutter.

But you don’t stop—you can’t. His laughter is infectious, a sound so pure and intoxicating that you want to drown in it. You kiss him again, this time biting down softly, just enough to make him shiver. His hands respond instinctively, trailing down the curve of your body, settling possessively at your hips.

“Stop it,” he says through his giggles, his words lacking conviction as your lips continue their playful exploration. Slowly, deliberately, you move to his ear, your teeth grazing the delicate edge as you murmur, your voice a low, teasing purr, “Are you really sure you want me to stop?”

You shift your body against his, and his sharp inhale is all the answer you need. The heat between you is electric, his cock pressing insistently against you, betraying his words. For a moment, he struggles to form a coherent thought, his voice roughened by desire. “I’m so tired,” he breathes, his hands tightening their hold on you, “but maybe… we could take this to our bed, hm?”

Our bed. The phrase lingers in the air, heavy with meaning. You lean closer, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you whisper, “Our bed… I love the sound of that.” Your words are laced with mischief, and he giggles again, his expression glowing with equal parts adoration and anticipation.

You pull away suddenly, a playful glint in your eyes as you stand and dart toward your shared bedroom. “Catch me if you can!” you call over your shoulder, your laughter ringing out like a challenge.

Jimin doesn’t hesitate. He’s on his feet in an instant, chasing after you, his own giggles filling the space as he matches your energy. The two of you tumble into the bedroom, and before you can even attempt to dive under the covers, he catches you.

With a swift, graceful motion, he pins you to the bed, his hands firm but tender as they press you into the softness of the mattress. His blonde hair falls into his face, disheveled and irresistible, and his smile—oh, his smile—is radiant, melting you completely.

“Got you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting over your lips as his hands roam your sides. And just like that, you’re undone, surrendering entirely to the magnetic pull of him, to the warmth and love that seem to radiate from his very being.

Namjoon sure does have a forest’s worth of plants and an entire library crammed into boxes. As you glance at the back of the moving truck, it’s clear that greenery and words are all he needs to thrive. The truck rumbles gently beneath your hands, and you’re at the wheel—because, honestly, you wouldn’t trust your best friend with something this large. He’s the poet, the dreamer; you’re the one who keeps the wheels turning, quite literally.

“So,” Namjoon begins, his voice cutting through the hum of the engine. “How’s the new place treating you?” His tone is casual, but there’s a knowing lilt to it as he lounges in the passenger seat, one hand draped lazily out the window.

You glance at him briefly, brow quirked. “Loving it. Why?”

A sly laugh escapes him, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. “You’ve had this blush for weeks. Constantly. It’s kind of hilarious, actually.”

Your hand instinctively flies to your cheek, the warmth rising instantly as though he’s conjured it. “Really?”

“Don’t worry. It suits you,” he says, smirking at your flustered state. His gaze shifts back to the road ahead, but his words linger in the cab. “It’s a pretty glow. You look… happy.”

And you are. You’re glowing from within, lit by something you can’t quite name but feel everywhere—under your skin, in your pulse, in the way the air tastes sweeter since moving in with Jimin. You think about the small, everyday joys like the quiet hum of him composing with his guitar in his lap, the sound of Hwa-Young’s laughter echoing through the house, the way Jimin’s voice feels like velvet when he calls your name. Love has made everything brighter, softer, and sharper all at once.

“I didn’t realize,” you murmur, your voice low as the truck’s air conditioning tousles your hair. Outside, the August heat clings to the world like the last breath of summer, golden and slow, reluctant to leave.

Namjoon just smiles, turning the volume up on the playlist he’s put together. The truck fills with smooth, sultry R&B, the kind of music that melts time into a puddle. It’s the perfect soundtrack for the drive back—long stretches of road, the hum of cicadas in the distance, and the quiet comfort of friendship.

When you pull into the driveway, a sense of home wraps around you like a warm embrace. Jimin and Yoongi are waiting, their smiles as radiant as the sunlight that spills over them. You love how easily your boyfriend and brother have bonded, their connection as effortless as the summer breeze. Even though Amy has her chaotic moments, they’ve found a way to coexist, and it fills you with quiet gratitude.

As you park the truck, Jimin strides over to your door, opening it with a flourish like some kind of modern-day prince. You barely have time to step out before you’re pulled into his arms, his scent—a mix of citrus and something uniquely him—flooding your senses. He kisses your cheek, a soft press of lips that sends your heart soaring skyward.

“Missed you,” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

You giggle, your arms looping around his neck. It’s only been a few hours, but you get it. You missed him too, in a way that feels silly but utterly sincere. Instead of answering, you kiss him—gentle but full of meaning, hoping it conveys all the words you can’t find right now.

The next hour is a whirlwind of movement, laughter, and boxes. Together, the four of you carry Namjoon’s world into your old house, and it’s fascinating to watch the space transform. Where your life once lived, his begins to take shape—a fiddle-leaf fig in the corner, stacks of books lining the walls like bricks in a fortress of thought.

The move is smooth and quick, the kind of teamwork that leaves you all satisfied and pleasantly tired. By the time you’re done, the sun has dipped low, painting the sky in hues of peach and lavender. You gather around Namjoon’s newly claimed space, sinking into mismatched chairs to share takeout under the glow of warm lights.

As you eat, the atmosphere feels magical in its simplicity. Namjoon leans back, sipping his drink as he surveys his new domain, a contented smile playing on his lips. Yoongi cracks a rare joke, earning a laugh from Jimin, whose dimpled grin is enough to make your chest tighten with love.

You glance at Jimin, his face illuminated by the golden light, and your heart whispers what you already know: this is happiness. This is home.

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→ Author’s endnote: okay, real talk—I have no idea how I feel about this chapter 😭 Writing it was like trying to run through molasses while wearing clown shoes. It’s giving very much filler energy, and for that, I am so, so sorry! (Cue dramatic violin music). Maybe it’s just me being in my feelings lately (shoutout to my emotions for being extra messy these past few days), but this chapter kinda feels… meh? Crappy, even? Ugh 😩 But! I’m really hoping the next chapter will be more chef’s kiss because I’ve already got some ideas brewing that make me excited again 🙌 Still, despite all my whining, I really, really hope you found something to love in this one 🫶 And if you did, please tell me because your comments might just rescue me from my writer’s spiral 😂

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Title: The Google Sheets Chronicles: Mastering Your Day, One Cell at a Time

Hey there, study bugs! 📚✨

Welcome to the latest installment of “The Google Sheets Chronicles,” where we dive into the magical world of spreadsheets to conquer our daily chaos. Today, we’re talking about how to use Google Sheets to plan your day and study schedule. Grab your favorite highlighter, and let’s get organized!

1. The Spreadsheet Setup Saga First things first, open up Google Sheets and create a new document. Name it something inspiring like “My Awesome Study Schedule” or “Conquering the Day, One Cell at a Time.” Now, let’s get those columns and rows ready for action! 🗂️

2. The Template Treasure Hunt Why reinvent the wheel when there are so many amazing templates out there? Here are a few gems to get you started:

Daily Schedule Template from Smartsheet

Weekly Planner Template from The Good Docs

Monthly Schedule Template from Spreadsheet Class

3. The Color-Coding Conundrum Now comes the fun part: color-coding! Assign different colors to various tasks like classes, study sessions, breaks, and personal time. Not only does it make your schedule look pretty, but it also helps you visualize your day at a glance. 🌈

4. The Formula Frenzy Google Sheets isn’t just for organizing; it’s also for calculating! Use simple formulas to track your study hours, calculate your grades, or even keep tabs on your snack consumption (because snacks are life). 🥨

5. The Sharing Shenanigans Got a study group? Share your Google Sheet with your friends so everyone stays on the same page. Collaboration has never been so easy—or so spreadsheet-y! 🤝

6. The Motivation Matrix Finally, add some motivational quotes or fun images to keep your spirits high. A little inspiration goes a long way when you’re knee-deep in assignments and exams. 💪

And there you have it, folks! With Google Sheets by your side, you’ll be a master of time management and productivity in no time. Happy planning, and may your cells always be perfectly aligned!

Until next time, stay organized and keep shining! 🌟

[lingeriefoxau]

The Playful Guide to Bodysuits & Teddies: Your Online Treasure Hunt!

The World Of Sexy Bodysuits

Hey there, fabulous fashion explorers! 🎉 Ready to leap into the enchanting universe of intimate apparel? Buckle up, because we’re about to embark on a whimsical adventure through the land of bodysuits and teddies—those sparkling little treasures that can transform any outfit from drab to fab in a heartbeat! Whether you’re looking to light up a night out, surprise someone special, or just strut around your pad like the superstar you are, these dreamy garments are your golden ticket to fabulousness. So, grab your virtual shopping cart, and let’s set sail on this playful quest for your next favorite pieces!

Unveiling the Magic: Bodysuits vs. Teddies

When it comes to the world of lingerie, sexy bodysuits and teddies are like the Bonnie and Clyde of seduction—always together but uniquely fabulous in their own ways! So, what’s the scoop on these enchanting garments? Let’s unravel their secrets and discover what makes each one so special!

Meet the Style Stars 🌟

Bodysuits: Imagine these as the shape-shifting wizards of your closet! They snugly embrace your curves, giving you that effortlessly chic vibe, and can transition smoother than a dance move from a casual coffee date to a sultry soirée. The best part? You can rock them as outerwear for a bold statement or keep them as your little secret for those intimate moments.

Teddies: Now, let’s give a warm welcome to the flirty, fun-loving cousin of the bodysuit! Teddies are like a playful wink, crafted to dazzle with their lace, mesh, and all things delightful. They’re the embodiment of whimsical charm, designed to make you feel like a million bucks while adding a dash of intrigue to your wardrobe.

The Hunt for Your Perfect Piece 🕵️‍♀️

Now that you’ve met our stylish stars, it’s time to go on a treasure hunt for your ultimate bodysuit or teddy! Here are some playful tips to help you on your quest:

Explore the Styles: Bodysuits can be sleek and minimalistic or adorned with bold prints. Sexy teddies might flirt with frills or embrace a classic allure. Dive into the styles that make your heart flutter!

Play with Colors: Don’t shy away from a vibrant palette! Whether you fancy classic black or a daring red, let your personality shine through your selections.

Fabric Fun: Lace, satin, mesh—oh my! The fabric choices are endless. Choose something that feels luxurious against your skin and makes you feel fabulous.

Size It Right: Comfort is key! Make sure to pick pieces that fit like a glove. You want to flaunt your confidence, not wrestle with your outfit!

Accessorize for Extra Pizzazz: Pair your new bodysuit or teddy with fun accessories! A bold necklace or a chic belt can turn your look from ordinary to extraordinary.

Conclusion: Unleash Your Inner Superstar! 🌈

So there you have it, daring fashionistas! Your playful guide to the captivating world of bodysuits and teddies is all set. Whether you’re dressing to impress or simply indulging in a little self-love, these garments promise to sprinkle a bit of magic into your wardrobe. So, don your explorer hat, dive into the fabulous finds waiting online, and remember: life’s too short not to strut your stuff and feel incredible! Happy hunting! 🛍️✨

[bondedbyus]

✨ EASTER & THE HUMAN HEART – A Celebration of Love, Faith & Everlasting Bonds ✨

Heyyy friends! 🤩🎉 Guess who's back? YOU! And we LOVE having you here! 🚀✨

Life’s too short for boring welcomes, right? So, grab your virtual coffee ☕ (or tea 🍵—we don’t judge), sit back, and let’s dive into a world where awesomeness meets endless discoveries! 🌍🔍

You ever feel like the internet is just one giant treasure hunt? 🏴‍☠️🗺️ One moment, you’re looking up “how to boil an egg” 🍳, and next thing you know, BOOM 💥—you’re deep into ancient secrets, space theories, and why cats think they own the world. 🐱👑

🐰🥚 So Today, I'm Gonna Talk About EASTER… With Humans! 🥚🐰

Alright, folks, buckle up! 🚀 Today, we’re diving into EASTER—that time of the year when people go on a chocolate egg hunt 🥚🍫 like their lives depend on it, bunnies suddenly become VIPs 🐰🎩, and everyone’s brunch table is filled with more food than a medieval feast. 🍽️🍖

✝️🌿 EASTER & HUMAN CONNECTION – A Tale of Love, Faith & New Beginnings 🌿✝️

EASTER is not just a day—it’s an emotion, a reflection of the deepest human connections we hold. It’s a story that speaks to our hearts, our relationships, and our unbreakable bonds. 💖 Whether you’re gathered around a warm family meal, attending a church service, or simply taking a moment to reflect, EASTER reminds us of one universal truth:

🕊️ We are never alone.

💞 THE BOND BETWEEN HUMANS & EASTER – MORE THAN JUST A TRADITION

EASTER is woven into the fabric of human relationships. It’s about love, sacrifice, forgiveness, and renewal—values that form the foundation of every meaningful connection in our lives.

🛐 Faith & Togetherness – EASTER unites families, friends, and entire communities in prayer, reminding us that we are all connected by something greater than ourselves. From the Vatican in Rome to small village churches in Ireland, the spirit of faith brings millions together.

💛 Sacrifice & Love – The story of EASTER is a story of sacrifice, showing that love is not just about words—it’s about actions, patience, and devotion. Just as Jesus sacrificed for humanity, we, too, sacrifice for our loved ones every day—parents for children, friends for one another, and families for their bonds.

🌅 Hope & New Beginnings – Life is full of ups and downs. We all go through loss, struggles, and moments of doubt. But EASTER reminds us that no matter how dark the night, the sun will always rise again. It gives us hope to rebuild, to forgive, and to move forward with love in our hearts.

👵👦 GENERATIONAL CONNECTION – THE TIMELESS MESSAGE OF EASTER

One of the most beautiful aspects of EASTER is its ability to connect generations. It’s a time when grandparents share stories, parents pass down traditions, and children learn the true meaning of love, faith, and guidance.

In Italy, elders share heartfelt tales of EASTER’s significance, passing wisdom to the younger generation. In America, families gather for brunch, where grandfathers tell stories of past celebrations. In Germany, bonfires are lit, symbolizing the eternal warmth of family bonds.

EASTER is a living bridge between the past and the future, reminding us of who we are and where we come from.

🎁 A SYMBOL OF LOVE & GUIDANCE – MORE THAN JUST A GIFT

EASTER is not just about chocolates and decorated eggs—it’s about giving something meaningful, something that lasts beyond a single day.

A simple yet profound way to honor this sacred human bond is by giving a gift that symbolizes guidance, wisdom, and the love shared across generations. Something that says:

"No matter where life takes you, my love and guidance will always be with you."

Because EASTER is more than a holiday—it’s a reminder that love, faith, and family are the greatest treasures of all. 💖🕊️

But wait… what’s the real deal? 🤔 Why is EASTER such a BIG thing for humans? Well, let’s break it down:

🌿 Spring Vibes & New Beginnings – Because let’s be honest, winter feels like it lasts 87 years. ❄️🥶 The second flowers start blooming 🌸, humans decide it’s time to celebrate life, renewal, and, of course, pastel-colored everything. 🎨✨

⛪ Religious Connection – Many celebrate EASTER as a time of spiritual reflection, faith, and new hope. 🙏✨ But whether you’re in it for the meaning or just the massive feasts, it’s a season of joy! 🎉

🐣 Chicks, Bunnies & The Egg Business – Ever noticed how EASTER is just a golden age for farm animals? 🐥🐇 People paint eggs 🎨🥚, hide them in the weirdest places (seriously, under the couch? Why?), and believe a magical bunny delivers them. Like, HELLO? How did a rabbit get the job of an egg distributor? 🤨😂

🍬 The Sugar Rush – Ah yes, the real reason kids wake up at 6 AM on EASTER morning. 🍭🍩 From marshmallow chicks to chocolate eggs the size of your head, EASTER is basically a dentist’s worst nightmare. 🦷😂

🐰✨ But Wait, Wait... EASTER Isn’t Just About Chocolates & Gifts! ✨🐰

Ohhh no, my friends! 🎉 EASTER isn’t just about stuffing your face with chocolate eggs 🍫🥚 (though, let’s be honest, that’s a BIG perk! 😆). It’s something much, MUCH deeper—an emotional bond that brings humans together across the world. 🌎💖

🌍 EASTER Around The World – More Than Just a Sugar Rush! 🍬🎊

🇺🇸 USA – Here, EASTER is a mix of family reunions, egg hunts, and church gatherings. 🏡⛪ But let’s not forget the classic EASTER Parade in NYC 🎩🗽—where people rock the fanciest hats like they’re auditioning for a royal wedding! 👒😂

🇬🇧 UK – Brits love their Hot Cross Buns 🍞🔥 (not just a nursery rhyme, people!), and Easter Monday is all about fun outdoor games 🏏⚽—because running around after stuffing yourself with chocolate totally makes sense, right? 😆

🇫🇷 France – Ever heard of the flying bells? 🔔✈️ Yep, in France, it’s believed that church bells fly to Rome ✨ and return on EASTER with goodies for kids. (Imagine explaining that to a child: "No Easter Bunny, just some airborne church bells, kid!" 😂).

🇮🇹 Italy – Ohh, Italians go BIG on EASTER feasts! 🍝🍷 Families gather for a massive lunch filled with traditional dishes. And let’s not forget the Colomba di Pasqua, a dove-shaped cake 🕊️🍰 because, why not make desserts symbolic and delicious? 😍

🇪🇸 Spain – Here, EASTER isn’t just a day—it’s a whole HOLY WEEK (Semana Santa)! 🙏 Processions, music 🎶, and deep emotions fill the streets, as people reflect on faith and tradition.

🇩🇪 Germany – Ever heard of EASTER trees? 🎄🥚 Germans love decorating trees with colorful eggs! Imagine walking through a forest and seeing trees covered in pastel eggs—it’s like nature meets Pinterest. 😂🌳✨

❤️ The Emotional Connection of Humans With EASTER ❤️

So what’s the REAL meaning of EASTER? It’s about LOVE, FAITH, FAMILY, and HOPE. 💖✨ It’s a festival where humans:

🤝 Come Together – Whether at church, around the dinner table, or in the backyard searching for eggs, EASTER is about being with the ones who matter. 🏡💕

💫 Celebrate Renewal – It marks the start of new beginnings, new hopes, and fresh starts—because let’s be real, we all need a "reset" button sometimes! 🔄✨

🙏 Connect with Faith – No matter where you are in the world, EASTER reminds us to reflect, believe, and be grateful. 🌿💛

✨🐰 The REAL Emotional Story Behind EASTER! 🥚💖

Alright, folks, grab your tissues 😢 (and maybe some chocolate 🍫—because, emotions). EASTER isn’t just about egg hunts 🥚, brunches 🍽️, and oversized bunnies 🐰—it’s a festival deeply rooted in faith, love, sacrifice, and hope. 💛✨

Let’s rewind history a bit. 📜⏳

🌍 EASTER – A Story That Connects Every Human Across The World 🌎

🇮🇱 Jerusalem – The Beginning of It All ✝️ The original story of EASTER is about love, sacrifice, and resurrection. 💫 It’s the time when millions of people remember a powerful moment in faith—one that changed the world forever. The emotions? Pain, loss, but ultimately… HOPE. 🌿💛

🇮🇹 Italy – Faith Runs Deep! ⛪🍝 Italy takes EASTER seriously! Ever heard of the Pope’s blessing in Vatican City? 🕊️✨ Thousands gather in St. Peter’s Square, eyes filled with tears, hearts full of faith. It’s a moment where humans feel deeply connected to something bigger than themselves. 🌍💖

🇪🇸 Spain – When EASTER Moves Your Soul! 🎭🙏 In Spain, Semana Santa (Holy Week) is an emotional rollercoaster. 🎭 People walk in solemn processions, carrying huge statues of saints, reflecting on life, faith, and everything in between. You can literally FEEL the devotion in the air! 💫

🇬🇧 UK – A Time for Reflection & Rebirth 🌸💭 In the UK, EASTER is not just about hot cross buns 🍞🔥 (though, let’s be honest, they’re amazing). It’s a time when people reflect, reconnect with family, and find joy in new beginnings. 💖✨

🇩🇪 Germany – The Light After the Darkness 🕯️🌳 Germany’s EASTER bonfires 🔥 symbolize chasing away the darkness and welcoming the light. That’s the core of EASTER—turning sorrow into hope, renewal, and a fresh start. 🌞💛

🇺🇸 USA – Family, Faith & Traditions 🏡✨ From Sunday church services ⛪ to massive EASTER egg hunts 🥚🏃, the U.S. celebrates with a mix of faith, fun, and family bonding. It’s a time when hearts feel lighter, families come together, and everyone believes in fresh starts.

💖 EASTER – A Festival of Tears & Joy 💖

At its core, EASTER is a story about: 💔 Pain & Sacrifice – A moment that shook the world. 🌅 Hope & New Life – Because no matter how dark things seem, there’s always a sunrise waiting. 🏡 Family & Togetherness – Whether through faith or love, humans find strength in each other.

So, my friends, tell me—what does EASTER mean to YOU? 🥚🐰💖 Are you here for the spiritual reflection, the family vibes, or just ready to inhale a ridiculous amount of chocolate? 🍫😂 Drop your thoughts below! ⬇️🎊

🌍 EASTER – A Festival That Touches Every Human Emotion

From pain and loss 💔 to miracles and joy ✨, the story of EASTER is deeply emotional for people around the world:

🇮🇹 Italy – Faith & The Pope’s Blessing ⛪ Thousands gather in Vatican City to receive the Pope’s blessing. It’s a moment of unity, reflection, and renewal of faith. 💖

🇪🇸 Spain – Deep Devotion in Semana Santa 🌿 People in Spain carry massive religious statues through the streets, re-enacting the story of EASTER in emotional processions.

🇩🇪 Germany – Chasing Away Darkness with Fire 🔥 Germans light EASTER bonfires to symbolize light overcoming darkness—just like Jesus’ resurrection brought new hope. 🌅

🇺🇸 USA – Family, Faith & Togetherness 🏡 From church services to massive egg hunts, the U.S. celebrates EASTER as a mix of faith, fun, and family.

💡 What Does EASTER Mean Today?

EASTER is more than just a holiday—it’s a reminder that: 💔 Even in the darkest moments, hope is never lost. 🌿 Every ending is a chance for a new beginning. 💛 Love and faith can overcome anything.

💖🐣 EASTER – A Celebration of Faith, Family & Guiding Light 🐣💖

EASTER is more than just a holiday—it’s a time when hearts reconnect, generations come together, and traditions pass from one hand to another. ✨ Families gather, stories are shared, and the bond between grandparents, parents, and children grows even stronger. 🏡💛

But have you ever thought about what makes EASTER truly special? It’s not just about the eggs, chocolates, or festive meals—it’s about guidance, wisdom, and the love that leads us through life’s journey. 🛤️✨

🏡 EASTER – A Time for Grandparents & Grandchildren to Connect

Think about it: who tells the best EASTER stories? 📖👴👵 Who shares life lessons over a warm family dinner? Grandparents. They are the guiding stars in a child’s life, offering wisdom, protection, and a sense of direction. Just like EASTER reminds us of faith and new beginnings, grandparents remind us where we come from and where we’re headed. 💖

🧭 A Symbol of Love & Direction on EASTER

EASTER is about finding our way, both spiritually and emotionally. It’s about faith leading us forward, just like a guiding force in life. In moments of doubt, we look toward the people who inspire us—our family, our elders, and the values they pass down. 💫

This is why meaningful keepsakes become part of EASTER traditions—because they symbolize the journey of love, faith, and guidance that families share. Whether it’s a heartfelt message, a special moment together, or a timeless symbol of direction, these things remind us that EASTER is about more than a single day—it’s about the path we walk through life. 🚶‍♂️💛

So, as you celebrate this EASTER, take a moment to reflect: 🔹 Who has guided you through life’s journey? 🔹 What wisdom do you want to pass down? 🔹 How will you cherish the moments that truly matter?

Because at the end of the day, EASTER isn’t just about where we are—it’s about who leads us home. 🏡💖

🎁 A Gift That Carries Meaning Beyond EASTER

While chocolates and eggs are fun, EASTER is also about gifting something that lasts—something that reminds our loved ones of our presence, our love, and our guidance. 💛🕊️

This EASTER, instead of just sweet treats 🍫, imagine giving your grandson a symbol of direction and wisdom—something that he can hold onto for years, a small reminder of your love, even when you’re not around. Because, after all, life is a journey, and having a guiding hand is the most precious gift of all. 🌍🧭💞

[lovelyeleganteagle]

Under the September sky!

🌄 Old Manali: Where Time Slows Down and Magic Wakes Up Nestled in the heart of the Himalayas, Old Manali isn’t just a destination—it’s a mood. Imagine cobblestone paths winding through apple orchards, rivers humming ancient secrets, and cafés where every latte comes with a side of wanderlust. Here’s how I fell under its spell during my stay, and why you’ll want to pack your bags today.

✨ 3 Unique Travel Experiences That Rewired My Soul

Midnight Music & Moonlit Stories at Café 1947 Picture this: A riverside café lit by fairy lights, the Beas River roaring in the dark, and a guitarist strumming Bob Dylan covers as travelers swap tales. I sipped spiced chai while a backpacker from Argentina shared her Himalayan trekking saga. The air buzzed with spontaneity—a reminder that the best stories aren’t planned, they’re lived.

Meditating with the “First Man” at Manu Temple Perched on a hilltop, the 16th-century Manu Temple is where myth meets mindfulness. Legend says Sage Manu, humanity’s progenitor, meditated here after a great flood. Sitting cross-legged under deodar trees, I felt the weight of centuries dissolve—until a cheeky monkey stole my banana. Spiritual and entertaining? Only in Old Manali.

Trekking to Jogini Falls Through Emerald Alleys The hike to Jogini Waterfalls is like walking through a watercolor painting. Mist-kissed apple orchards, pine forests whispering gossip, and finally—a 150-foot cascade crashing into a crystal pool. I dipped my toes in icy water while a local shepherd offered me wild berries. Nature’s spa, no appointment needed.

🎒 5 Unmissable Things to Do/See/Try

🍎 Pluck Apples (and Secrets) in Hidden Orchards Wander off-path to find family-owned orchards where farmers let you pick sun-warmed apples. Bonus: They’ll teach you Himachali folk songs over siddu (steamed bread stuffed with walnuts).

🛍️ Hunt for Bohemian Treasures in the Hippie Market Think Tibetan prayer flags, hand-knit woolens, and silver jewelry that whispers “adventure.” Bargain like a pro—your haggling skills fund a local artist’s next masterpiece.

☕ Sip Global Flavors at Dylan’s Toasted & Roasted This rooftop café serves Himalayan coffee roasted over oak fire. Pair it with lemon-poppyseed cake while scribbling postcards to your future self.

🪂 Paraglide Over Solang Valley’s Snow-Kissed Canvas A 20-minute drive away, Solang Valley lets you soar like a hawk above emerald meadows and snow-dusted peaks. Pro tip: Scream loud—the mountains echo back.

🧖♀️ Soak in Vashisht’s Sulfur Hot Springs These ancient springs are said to heal everything from heartbreak to hangovers. I left my worries in the steam and emerged lighter (and smelling faintly of eggs).

🌤️ Weather Wisdom: When to Go & How to Pack

March–June 🌸: Sunny days (15–25°C), perfect for treks. Pack light layers, sunscreen, and a reusable water bottle.

July–September ☔: Monsoon magic! Expect lush greenery but slippery trails. Waterproof boots and a raincoat are non-negotiable.

October–February ❄️: Snow transforms Old Manali into a gingerbread village. Thermal wear, woolen socks, and a flask for chai are essentials. Some cafés close—call ahead!

🏔️ Nearby Gems: Day Trips That Steal Your Breath

Rohtang Pass (39 km) A high-altitude wonderland where you’ll sled on glaciers and drink thukpa with nomadic shepherds (open May–Oct).

Naggar Castle (20 km) A 15th-century stone fortress turned art gallery, with views so sharp they’ll cut through your soul.

📣 Your Final Call-to-Action: Let the Mountains Whisper Your Name

Old Manali doesn’t just wait for travelers—it chooses them. Whether you’re chasing waterfalls, hunting for the perfect cappuccino, or craving silence louder than city noise, this Himalayan haven has your story ready. Book your stay now (spring fills fast!), lace up your boots, and let the deodar trees scribble their secrets into your journal.

P.S. Lost? Follow the smell of apple pie. The mountains always guide you home. 🍏✨